... (First update!)

The hook moon sets in the west and the stars disappear.

The all-night banquet will eventually come to an end.

When the fireworks rise, it means that the carnival has come to an end.

Everyone praised Zhang Heng's talent and praised the host Yan Shu's hospitality to everyone, and then began to calm down. In a few days, they would go to court and go to school.

Life is like this, you work hard for a whole year, then you are happy for a few days, and then you have to work hard again for another year.

Yan Shu was also a little groggy. Drunkness and lack of sleep made him feel that the old man's body was no longer able to bear this.

His seventeen-year-old son, Yan Jidao, his favorite son, was looking at him with concern.

Yan Shu smiled, waved his hands and whispered: "It doesn't matter, it'll be fine after a sleep."

The guests are all still here, so there is no reason for the host to rest first.

Yan Jidao naturally knew this truth, but he was in a rather uneasy mood tonight. He looked at the young man not far away who was younger than himself.

At these times in previous years, he would have been the most dazzling young man at the poetry festival. His elders would praise him for the poems he wrote, while his peers would look at him with envy.

It was the same at the beginning of tonight. He took out the words that he had prepared for a long time. After reciting them, everyone praised him. He was so proud that he even looked like a winner. He looked defiantly at the man named Zhang Twenty.

Four young men.

But the young man turned a blind eye to his provocation. Yan Jidao thought that he didn't dare to face his challenge, so he had to give up. But then Han Jiang asked about the realm of poetry, and the young man casually tossed out two new poems to show off.

Come out of the so-called three realms of poetry.

Then these uncles were also praising the young man's talent, but unlike praising his talent, when they praised their own talent, they were condescending, it was the elders' encouragement to the younger ones, but when they praised Zhang Heng's talent, that attitude

, obviously not what elders should have, it is a feeling of powerlessness being surpassed by younger generations.

Yan Jidao was very unconvinced, but he had to be convinced. He reviewed every poem written by Zhang Heng, trying to find flaws in it, but he was very disappointed that every poem, even if there were no words in it,

Even though the golden verses do not have the potential to become famous, their structure, word choice, rhyme, and rhythm are all flawless, as if every poem has been carefully prepared...

Of course, it is normal to prepare poems carefully. No one who writes poems just picks them up casually. This is why Cao Zhi's seven-step poem and Wen Tingjun's eight-pointed rhyme are so widely circulated. Because of their quick thinking and so on, not everyone

Everyone has it, and even if it does, there are too many things to consider in the poem itself. How can one write a poem without any shortcomings in a hurry?

Yan Jidao believed that Zhang Heng's twenty-four poems must have been prepared in advance and were revealed in Liang Yuan. However, what frustrated him was that even so, his talent would still be looked up to.

But when young people are discouraged, they will still be discouraged. They should still have arrogance, and they will still be unconvinced after all.

Zhang Heng was unaware of Yan Jidao's young thoughts. He actually saw Yan Jidao writing poems and smiled at him. Zhang Heng knew this Yan Jidao and also admired his poems. When later generations read his poems, they knew that he was

His life experience is very sympathetic to his experience.

So when he saw Yan Jidao smiling at him, he responded with a smile, thinking that if there was a chance in the future, he could support this down-and-out prime minister.

But that's all.

The night was already dark. Zhang Heng had rarely stayed up late since he came to the Song Dynasty. It would be considered good if he could stay up until about eleven o'clock at night. It was already two or three o'clock tonight, even if he had the body of a young man.

, and also feel exhausted.

So he found a chair in the corner and sat down to rest, preparing to wait for Shuo Gongliang to come find him and go home together.

In fact, it was almost time. Mei Yaochen drank the last bit of wine in the glass, stopped the maid from pouring wine, and bowed to Yan Shu with both hands. Just as he was about to say goodbye, someone suddenly ran in in a hurry.

Mei Yaochen quickly put down his hands. He saw that the person who came in was the housekeeper of the Yan Shu family. He was holding some papers in his hands and his face was red with excitement.

Is this the best poetry produced by other local poetry societies?

Ouyang Xiu, Song Qi, Song Xiang, Shu Gongliang, Yan Shu and others straightened up one after another.

They are exhausted, but their love for poetry is sincere. Being able to see the emergence of high-quality poetry is no less exciting than readers who love online literature find a high-quality online novel that suits their tastes.

(Just like your surprise when you accidentally read "The Unparalleled Scholars of the Northern Song Dynasty" and "I Sell Anxiety in the Great Song Dynasty"...)

Yan Shu waved to the butler, who quickly walked up to Yan Shu and handed the paper to him respectfully.

Yan Shu took it and flipped it over, his expression suddenly became very exciting, and he scattered the papers to Ouyang Xiu, Mei Yaochen, Song Qi, Song Xiang and others.

Ouyang Xiu and others took the paper and looked at it, then turned their attention to the corner. The young man was supporting his chin with his arm, and his head was moving there little by little, like a chicken pecking at rice.

They looked at each other, smiled, and sighed together.

Yan Jidao did not peek at his father's paper, but after his father read it, he reached out to take it, glanced at it quickly, and then took the paper and exchanged it with Ouyang Xiu and others. Every time he looked at a piece of paper,

Then I took a look at the young man in the corner. At the end, he also sighed.

Han Jiang and other young people had already noticed the reactions of Yan Shu and others. Seeing them looking at Zhang Heng repeatedly, they began to make some guesses.

Han Zhen whispered: "Brother Ju Zheng has written something again, right? But isn't he here with us?"

Han Jiang whispered: "I heard from Xiaokuan that Brother Ju Zheng's two brothers went to the Fanlou Poetry Club. Is there a possibility that the poems were written by their two brothers?"

Mr. Lu was surprised and said: "Could it be that there are three masters of the same discipline?"

Without them having to guess, Yan Shu had already solved the mystery. He clapped his hands vigorously, waking up everyone present, including the drunk, sleepy, and exhausted ones, including Zhang Heng in the corner.

, he was still stretching his neck to look at him with a confused look on his face. Han Jiang walked up quickly and pulled him forward.

Yan Shu looked at the bewildered Zhang Heng with a smile, raised his head to question him and said, "Ju Zheng, you are so unethical..."

Zhang Heng was confused and looked at Zuo Gongliang blankly, but when he saw Zuo Gongliang grinning, he knew that this was not a bad thing.

Sure enough, Yan Shu smiled and said: "...Such good poems, how could you allow them to be produced in a low-level poetry club like Fanlou Poetry Club? Why can't Qingxingyuan Poetry Club look down on it? If you will

If all these are put into the Qingxingyuan Poetry Meeting, then this will be another Liangyuan elegant gathering!"

After Yan Shu said this, Zhang Heng finally understood - it was time for the poem he wrote to his second brother Zhang Shu to appear.

It's just... shouldn't it be signed by Zhang Shu? Why is it his own name?

Have a happy weekend, everyone. While you are still sleeping, the author’s donkey is already grinding for you. Let’s feed him some hay...
Chapter completed!