Just as Wang Tong was pondering, Xiahou Yue stood up and said, "Yang Langjun has been tasting wine alone silently. I guess he is a little bored. It would be better to participate in it to help the wine. What's more, Yue'er once heard Aunt Gu say that Langjun is here to study in Chengdu. Isn't this what a talentless person does? I respect the most in my life and hope that Langjun can show his talent and knowledge so that his birthday today will be more brilliant."

Why do you all like to force people like this? Forget it, since the master spoke, it would be better to play with them. Yang Qing then bowed and said, "Since it was invited by Xiahou Lady, Qing would be unable to say anything if she refuses. Well, Qing will count it and play with you. If there are any inappropriate words later, I hope Brother Wang and you don't want to make fun of me."

When Wang Tong saw Xiahou Yue's invitation, Yang Qing agreed to attend, and the jealousy that had been extinguished became burnt again.

You kid insist on humiliating yourself, right? Then don’t blame me for being rude later.

Mr. Qin squinted his eyes and looked at Xiahou Yue, and couldn't help but think that it seemed that Yue Niangguo was following her father and also a person who likes literature.

Seeing that things were like this, Wang Pu had to wait and see, glared at his son fiercely, and said to everyone: "Then please start, and if anyone is done, just tell me directly."

The participants immediately thought about it, and the rest were watching them while whispering. Wang Tong had already written a poem about He, and was still thinking at this time, just to pretend to be a little bit like it. Otherwise, his father's words would have been written as soon as he finished speaking. Wouldn't it be too false? After all, Cao Zijian's talent is rare in the world, and Wang Tong's performance in poetry and prose is obviously far inferior to Cao Zijian.

After a while, Wang Tong saw that the time was almost over, so he walked straight to Mr. Qin and Xiahou Yue. He did this at this time, and he was both able to take the lead and seemed to be too quick and smart, and the timing was just right.

"Mr. Qin, sister of Yue'er, is not talented, a shallow poem to invite two of you to be elegant and upright."

Mr. Qin and Xiahou Yue nodded.

"Nephew Wang, please."

"Brother Wang Shi, please."

Wang Tong then turned around and faced everyone, chanting: "The birthday of the Xia family is good for wind and smoke, the osmanthus is fragrant, the flowers are fragrant in September. The golden phoenix is ​​paired with jade, and the Shu zither is first on the seven strings. Every year, the year is a hundred years old, and life is harmonious for thousands of years. There should be a day when the mandarin ducks meet their necks, and the zither is harmonious and zither is a heart-to-heart."

After Wang Tong finished singing, he bowed and turned to the people around him to salute, then stared at Xiahou Yue and Mr. Qin with a bright look and said, "I would like to use this poem to congratulate Yue'er's birthday. Please ask Duke Qin and all the Fang families to correct me."

After hearing this, everyone had to praise him: "Good poems, good poems."

Mr. Qin smiled. Wang Tong's poem is indeed a masterpiece. It uses the classics accurately, metaphor for beauty, sincere feelings and expresses the words. It not only expresses the good wishes for Yue Niang's birthday, but also expresses his affection for Yue Niang. The general meaning is that Xiahou Yue's birthday is a beautiful time, in the golden autumn of September when the osmanthus flowers are fragrant. The golden phoenix and jade jewelry make Xiahou Yue's appearance more charming, just like Zhuo Wenjun playing the seven silk strings on the piano. I hope Xiahou Yue's birthday will be like this every year, and he will live a hundred years old and be happy forever. Xiahou Yue should have good people, like an inseparable mandarin duck and a harmonious zither. This is exactly what I, Wang Tong and Gongda wish!

Mr. Qin immediately savored the poem in front of everyone, and praised and encouraged Wang Tong a few words, which made Wang Tong feel very satisfied, but he was extremely humble in his face.

Yang Qing admired Wang Tong a little. No matter what, this guy is indeed a talented person. When it comes to writing poetry, he is at most a good level of limerick. Wang Tong's level of that poem cannot reach it.

Alas, it is really a tangled question whether to use your true level or to shift the poems of later generations later generations.

Wang Tong was the first to come out and presented a masterpiece, which immediately pushed the atmosphere of the banquet to a climax. Then several people who participated in the poetry comparison recited their own poems, but they were all mediocre works, and all of them were below Wang Tong. Mr. Qin still corrected and encouraged everyone, and Xiahou Yue also thanked her a lot. For a moment, the guests and hosts were happy and there was no embarrassing thing.

Seeing that only Uncle Gu and Yang Qing were left on the field, Wang Tong looked at Yang Qing provocatively: "Brother Yang, you and Uncle Gu have not yet revealed their literary talent. I can't wait to hear Brother Yang's poem."

Yang Qing replied lightly: "Qing hasn't thought about it yet, so why not ask Mr. Gu to come first."

Gu Gong smiled and said, "Well, since Yang Langjun is humble, then I will come first."

"When will Yushu meet? Gao Qiu is born on this day? Since he has been broad in Chinese, he has become familiar with the name of my husband. The scriptures are family affairs, and people pass on the emotions of the world. Be familiar with literature and theory, and don't forget the hearts of our ancestors. People are drunk at the beginning of the banquet, and they cannot sit slanted. The flowing clouds are divided into pieces, and the drops are slowly falling."

The general meaning of this poem is when the good girl Yue Niang was born, it was in this late autumn today. Since I dated her father in Guanghan, I have become very familiar with her. Your Xiahou family is also a family of classics, and you and your father also have the best father-daughter relationship in the world. I hope you will continue to read poetry and books, and don’t forget the hearts of your ancestors. I was already drunk when the birthday banquet was just arranged today, and now I can only sit in a slant. Today, everyone drinks fine wine like a fairy meal, and I will slowly toast to your birthday.

After finishing the poem, Gu Gong finished drinking a full cup and bowed his hand and said, "Duke Qin, Brother Wang, Yue Niang, Gu occasionally feels the feelings and makes a fool of himself."

After hearing this, everyone felt a sigh, the two of Qin Kings also looked sighing, and Xiahou Yue had already shed tears.

Xiahou Yue came to Gu Gong and bowed: "Uncle Gu's love and care, Yue'er will never dare to forget."

Duke Qin and Wang Pu also raised their glasses to Ku Gong and gave him a glass of wine. The three of them looked at each other and all drank it in one sip.

Qin Gong touched the beard under his jaw and smiled and said, "Mr. Gu's poem is also very literary and touching. It should be no different from the works of Wang's nephew!" Everyone agreed. Qin Gong's words were reasonable. Wang Langjun was very extraordinary at a young age.

Wang Tong was not dissatisfied when he saw that Duke Qin had his poems and Duke Gu. After all, he was praised by his seniors who had long heard of his literary reputation.

I, Wang Tong, did not lose points, but instead won Yue'er's favor. The only one left behind is this boy named Yang. Let's see what this guy can do.

"Brother Yang, you are the only one left now. Don't you want to give me advice to Yu Tong?" Wang Tong forced Yang Qing again.

Even the clay man was still angry. Looking at Wang Tong's proud and provocative expression, Yang Qing could no longer help but decide to teach this guy a lesson. In fact, he also figured it out that his biggest advantage was to know the civilized knowledge of later generations. These essences did not need to be hypocritical, not to mention that the achievements of the sages were presented as soon as possible, which was a good thing for the growth of the Chinese cultural context. I believe that those who are interested would agree with it!

"Brother Wang, don't be anxious. I've finished thinking about it. Let's recite it to you." Yang Qing walked to the middle of the hall.

"Everyone, I only know a little about the poem. With Gu Gong and Wang's brother Zhuyu in front, Yang will not show off his skills." Yang Qing said: "But my family teacher once taught me a new style of writing, which is similar to poetry but not poetry, and is good at ordinary poetry, and can also express my aspirations and romance. Today, I will take advantage of the birth date of Xiahou's wife and ask Qin Gong and the Fang family to correct me."

When Qin Gong heard that this person had learned a new style, he became curious. He looked at Yang Qing again, put down the wine glass in his hand, and listened with his ears.

Xiahou Yue's eyes were full of brilliance, and she guessed in her heart whether the words Yang Langjun chanted last night were actually a new style of writing. I really wanted to invite him to come today.

Others were like Qin Gong. When they heard that Yang Langjun did not write poems, they were extremely expecting to come up with a new thing. Only Wang Tong was disdainful. Even if the man surnamed Yang did not play according to common sense, even if his so-called master created a new style of writing, he thought his master was just a teacher in the wild. Such people would have some understanding, but they were nothing more than vulgar slang and could not enter the elegant hall.

Wang Tong clenched his right fist secretly and looked at Yang Qing with a humble smile. He also created a new style of literature and culture. Do you think your Shanye Village Master is a master of the country and a great scholar in the world, and you are not afraid of your tongue. Wang will watch you attract attention and humiliate yourself.

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