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Volume 1 Chapter 91: Tit for tat

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    After Bao Zheng was shown the famous assassin by the steward in charge, he was led inside, and there happened to be a few seats left near the door.  This is the next of the next.  Bao Zheng didn't care about that much and generously arranged for Gongsun Ce, Wen Yanbo, Dong Xianxian and Sun Ling'er to sit down.  Bao Zheng was a rare person who brought two female dependents into the hall, and sitting at the bottom seat made him even more eye-catching.  Someone in the hall was already whispering about Bao Zheng's origins.

    There was an accomplice of Ding Wei in the hall who had been humiliated by Bao Zheng in the morning. This was a good opportunity to humiliate Bao Zheng.  An old official with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks was sitting in the top ten. He said loudly: "You don't need to ask, the person sitting at the bottom is the unknown Kaifeng Prefecture judge Bao Zheng! I heard that he was the one who sent me  His sister-in-law introduced him to the Crown Prince, and the Emperor made him a junior official. It is not surprising that you, the pillars of the court, do not recognize this person."

    That shameless person, after just a few words, portrayed Bao Zheng as a philistine who relied on women to gain power.  After hearing what the man said, many officials in the hall were suddenly enlightened. They took another look at the two beauties next to Bao Zheng, but they were even more convinced that Bao Zheng was a master of freeloading.  Bao Zheng glanced around, but did not see Kou Zhun present. It seemed that he would have to fight alone today.

    Bao Zheng was about to reply with a few words, but Wen Yanbo on the side grabbed Bao Zheng, stood up and said: "How can such a mediocre person who talks casually let the master take action? Watch me humiliate this guy!"

    Seeing that Wen Yanbo was full of confidence, Bao Zheng nodded.  He didn't have any doubts about Wen Yanbo's talents. The Wen family had been officials for generations, and Wen Yanbo was even more prosperous in history. Wen Yanbo was the top three in high school when he was young. He successively held important positions in Renzong, Yingzong, Shenzong, and Zhezong, and became prime minister.  For more than fifty years, he became a general and became a prime minister, and his reputation spread all over the world. He was called a wise prime minister by the world, and was finally named Duke of Lu.  Even though these are things that happened when Wen Yanbo grew up, the young Wen Yanbo must have been extremely talented and brilliant, so that he could achieve the glory of being a senior figure in four dynasties and a highly respected official in the future.

    What Wen Yanbo just said was so loud that everyone in the hall heard it.  How could that old official with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks not get angry when a young man referred to him as a woman with a long tongue?  The old man's face turned green and white at this time.

    Wen Yanbo, on the other hand, was high-spirited and pointed at the old man and said: "I have long heard that Mr. Chen Pengnian, the minister of the Ministry of War, when he was an official in Jiangning, he often used the people's money to support his family and sent it to all his colleagues in Bianjing, which is why he has achieved what he has today.  . The junior was lucky enough to collect a scroll of brocade silk given by Mr. Chen back then. The brocade silk was also accompanied by a far-fetched elegant poem, but after reading it, the junior was so impressed by Mr. Chen's superb writing style that he followed the trend.  "

    This burst of cynicism from Wen Yanbo made Chen Pengnian dare not speak out.  When Chen Pengnian was an official in Jiangning, he indeed gave local high-quality brocade silk to various officials in Bianjing in order to increase his influence in the officialdom of the capital.  Chen Pengnian's gift of brocade silk is not a secret. Many officials in the capital have received brocade silk from Chen Pengnian. This has long been a very public matter.  If Chen Pengnian dares to deny it, he will be slapping himself in the face!  Wen Yanbo made this incident a joke at this time, but he portrayed Chen Pengnian as someone who robbed the people and flattered his superiors.

    Chen Pengnian didn't expect to be embarrassed in front of a young boy, and couldn't help but feel a bit embarrassed.  Wen Yanbo struck while the iron was hot and said: "My master is a good official who is not afraid of the powerful and asks for orders for the people. In the morning, I thought Mr. Chen should have witnessed it with my own eyes. How could I expect that Mr. Chen would only be with me in the morning?"  The master was an acquaintance, but in the afternoon he turned against the person. Mr. Chen's expression changed faster than flipping through a book. My master never likes to argue with others, but I, the apprentice, like to talk nonsense the most.  I just heard Mr. Chen talking about Master, so I couldn't help but come out and say a few more words. I hope Mr. Chen will never get angry for the sake of my youth and ignorance."

    Wen Yanbo's words seemed to put a plaster on Chen Pengnian's mouth, making him even more mute.

    The atmosphere on the field became tense because of the game between Wen Yanbo and Chen Pengnian. Lin Te, who had been silent for a long time, shook his belly and smiled at the Eighth Prince sitting upright on the main seat: "Today  The evening is a banquet carefully prepared by the Eighth Prince, and it is intended to be filled with poems and songs. However, there is no need to mention these old things again, so as not to spoil the enjoyment of everyone here."

    After hearing what Lin Te said, everyone in the hall immediately nodded in agreement.  Lin Te's move was obviously a rescue for Chen Pengnian.  Wen Yanbo is good at sophistry, so Lin Te must avoid his strengths.

    The Eighth Prince nodded in the hall and said: "Today is a beautiful day. Everyone, let go of your worries and enjoy the wind and moon with all your heart. If someone can make a start and stimulate everyone's interest in writing and writing poems, we can share a feast of beautiful writing tonight."

    Lin Te said with a flattering smile: "Everyone sitting here now, who doesn't know that the Eighth Prince has read a lot of books and has a wonderful writing skills. Tonight Wenfeng's feast, butIt takes someone as talented as the Eighth Prince to be suitable for writing the poem at the beginning.  "

    Everyone in the hall echoed.

    Zhao Yuanyan wiped his mustache and said with a smile: "Since everyone is in high spirits tonight, I will give you a piece of advice. I have asked people to prepare for mounting tonight. All the literati and elegant guests present tonight,  All the poems, lyrics, and rhymes will be included, so that it will become a good story in the literary world in the future!"

    Bao Zheng knew about the literati gathering in the Song Dynasty. If a large number of literati and refined scholars gathered together, a collection of poems would be published and collected. Often, such gatherings of literati were also an opportunity for officials to show off their talents and compete with each other.  If someone can write a good poem and it is passed down as a masterpiece, it is very likely that he will be favored by the Holy One, and his success is unknown.

    Zhao Yuanyan walked down from the hall at this time. In the middle of the living room, there was a huge square copywriting table. On the table were Hu brushes, oil smoke ink, She inkstones, and Chengxintang rice paper. These things are all the things that the literati spent his life.  The ultimate in pursuit.  Zhao Yuanyan walked to the Sifang copywriting desk, mentioned the Hubi Langhao, and just glanced up at the sky.  At this time, on the balcony outside the hall, the silk and bamboo were not broken, and singing and dancing were endless. In the fresh and elegant atmosphere, Zhao Yuanyan wrote quickly, and a poem jumped out on the paper in an instant.

    After Zhao Yuanyan finished writing, he put the pen on the table and said with a loud smile: "I have done something ridiculous today. Thank you for your appreciation. I hope you can open your mind and write what is in your heart. Let us gather together in the Song Dynasty.  The flourishing style of writing.¡±

    ??????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? Some people saw that the Eighth Prince had stopped writing, and they all left the table and came forward to watch.  A young scholar-bureaucrat held the calligraphy of the Eighth Prince in his hand and read aloud: "The bright moon shines brightly on the tower, the ghostly light lingers in the sky, silk, bamboo and elegant music gather together, and the literati want to be intoxicated."

    As soon as the young man read out the poem, many literati in the hall shouted in unison.  The Eighth Prince is worthy of being a well-known literati in the Northern Song Dynasty. The opening poem reflects the mood of the scene and brings the artistic conception of the scene to life on the page. At the end, he integrates his intention of staying as a guest into the poem. This poem is an excellent example in the collection of poems.  A beginning.

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