Chapter 46 Drinking makes trouble! (First update!)

Zhang didn't drink much at all. During the holidays, he would drink wine with his two younger brothers for fun. He always felt that wine was not a good thing.

He's right.

Because wine is really not a good thing.

At first, he and Zhang Shu just thought that the wine was so expensive, so they wanted to drink a few more glasses to take advantage.

It's like people in later generations don't drink alcohol at all, but when they hear that this wine is Maotai, they give you two glasses of it.

In fact, it is just the ordinary people's idea of ​​taking advantage.

Unexpectedly, after drinking a few drinks, the energy of the wine started to rise, and I suddenly became very excited. The two brothers drank one cup at a time and drank to their heart's content. They didn't even notice that time had passed quietly, and the people around them had already written about themselves. I handed in my poems, and the time gradually reached late at night.

Suddenly there was cheering, which woke up the two brothers. Zhang Jun, drunk and dazed, quickly grabbed the person next to him and asked: "What's wrong, what's wrong?"

The man smiled and said: "Other poetry societies have already published famous poems. The Qingjin Poetry Club is indeed the latest and most powerful poetry club. It has just gone into the night, and already a famous poem has been published.

It's so well written, listen to it... Last year on Yuan Ye, the lights in the flower market were like daylight. The moon was on the willow branches, and people met after dusk. On Yuan Ye this year, the moon and the lights were still the same. I didn't see the people from last year, and my spring shirt sleeves were wet with tears. …”

The name of the poetry club seemed familiar to Zhang Xun, and he suddenly remembered, isn't this the poetry club that his third son went to? Could it be that the third son has published another famous poem?

He asked excitedly: "Is this a poem written by Zhang Juzheng?"

He has a tall build and a naturally deep voice. He can usually control the volume of his voice, but how can a drunk person control it?

So this loud sound was as astonishing as the amplifiers of later generations, and it immediately suppressed the noise in Fanlou. The singing girls stopped playing their music in shock, and everyone looked at it in amazement, their faces flushed and they were waving in excitement. Zhang Ku of both hands.

When people with good intentions saw him losing his composure, they became playful and said loudly: "This is written by the great writer Ouyang Xiu. Zhang Juzheng is just a deceitful person who steals his reputation. No one has ever seen him. He who hides his head and shows his tail may not be as powerful as the legend!"

What level of poetry is the Qingjin Poetry Club? I don’t know how many ministers have gone there, and there are countless literary giants at the poetry conference. For example, the master Yan Shu and his disciple Ouyang Xiu want to overwhelm the two people in Bianjing City. In ten years, who does Zhang Juzheng dare to compose poems at the Qingjin Poetry Association?"

Zhang Jun was frightened by his loud voice after he yelled. He wanted to sit back quietly, but when he was provoked by this troublesome person, he became furious: "Who are you? You dare to insult my brother with such nonsense!"

The man smiled and said: "It doesn't matter what I am, the important thing is what you brothers are. You come here to eat and drink based on the reputation of brothers. Others are reciting poems and arguing, and you are the only ones eating there." drink?

Hehe, you have never had three dishes and one soup in your life, otherwise why would you be like a starving ghost? With brothers like you, what Zhang Juzheng can do is just mediocre, right?"

Zhang Jun suddenly felt his blood welling up in his body. He was both ashamed and angry, but more importantly, he felt angry at being humiliated. Especially when this person insulted his younger brother in public, he was filled with righteous indignation. His fists He had already tightened his grip. If this place wasn't an elegant place like the Poetry Club, he would definitely let this person know how powerful it was.

However, although he was drunk, he still had reason after all. Although not much, it was still there after all, so he picked up Zhang Shu who was already drunk and lying on the table.

Zhang Shu's face was confused, and his eyes were not even focused when he heard his elder brother shouting loudly in his ear: "Hurry up and write the poems that third brother gave you!"

Zhang Shu was still confused, but Chang Li understood. It turned out that although Zhang Heng himself did not come to participate, he wrote poems for him very interestingly. He was immediately overjoyed and quickly asked shopkeeper Tong to ask people to move the table over. Having prepared pens, ink, paper and inkstones, Zhang Shu was pulled to the table by Zhang Jun, still a little confused.

Zhang Shu elbowed him twice, but he was still a little confused. Zhang Shu suddenly became anxious, wondering if this heartless guy was drunk and had forgotten the poem. However, he rolled his eyes and quietly whispered in Zhang Shu's ear. He said: "The ladies of the Sun family, the Chen family, the Jiao family, and the Li family are all looking at you. Hurry up and write down the poems that the third child taught you, so that the ladies can see your style!"

Zhang Shu's eyes lit up, he understood what he said!

His eyes seemed to become clearer, and his body straightened up. His expression was bright as he looked forward. He coughed lightly, reached out to pick up the brush, and gently licked the tip of the brush on the inkstone, but the secret was revealed as soon as he opened his mouth: "Alright, alright, alright... be ready at any time. Put the paper away. I, I, I want to write many poems..."

He looked like a drunkard, and everyone couldn't help but laugh.

Lou Kezhou couldn't help but smile bitterly and said: "He is just drunk. Help him sit down and don't fall down for a while."

Ding Ze also nodded and said: "Yes, the young man has never drunk much, and he overdosed this time. Boss Chang, please prepare a room for him, so as not to catch the cold outside, which may cause a serious illness."

When Yue Yaosong saw Ding Ze talking, he snorted coldly and said: "Old Ding, your eyes are still not good. This young man has a lot of money at first glance. Moreover, you haven't heard that this was written by his brother Zhang Heng." It was given to him, and there were quite a few of them. Zhang Twenty-four is famous for his talent, and maybe he actually wrote a lot of poems..."

Before he finished speaking, someone exclaimed in surprise: "He has just finished writing! The first song is Magpie Bridge Immortal...Xianyun...Ningqiao...Flying Star...Preaching Hate, Yinhan...Distant Darkness..."

Ding Ze glanced at Yue Yaosong and looked at Zhang Shu's crooked writing on the paper. The words were average. The word was somewhat interesting, but at the moment it was just a cliché.

But the next sentence immediately moved him.

"...When the golden wind and jade dew meet, they will defeat countless people in the world!"

"This this!……"

"Wow!"

Fan Lou suddenly became agitated.

But the excitement tonight won't stop there.

"...Tender love is like water, good times are like dreams, and we can't bear to look at the Magpie Bridge on our way home. If our love lasts for a long time, how can we stay together day and night?"

"boom!"

The exclamation was like thunder, and the whole Fan Tower was shaken.

Everyone wanted to gather around to take a look. Chang Li was shocked when he saw this, and quickly said loudly: "Don't be anxious, please don't disturb Brother Zhang and continue writing!"

This sound made everyone temporarily calm down.

Zhang Shu heard the voice, smiled proudly, and pulled the paper he had written on. Chang Li rushed up to catch it, as if holding a treasure, Zhang Shu kept writing.

"This is the second song!" someone exclaimed.

Ding Ze hurriedly squeezed in, his gray head squeezing in the crowd. Some people were irritated by the crowd, and turned around and were about to scold him, but saw it was Ding Ze and quickly let Ding Ze in.

Ding Ze went in and took a look and saw the words on the paper:

Several times I sat under the flowers and played the flute, watching the silver-colored red wall in the distance.

It seems that these stars are not last night, for whom the wind and dew set the midnight sun.

After all the lingering thoughts, the remaining cocoon is pulled out, and the heartache is peeled off.

It was March or May of the year 1935, but the glass of wine still lingered.

"hiss!"
Chapter completed!