Damn it, I'm in the garbage book I wrote

Chapter 8 Wen Chao Gong

"My eldest son said that he invites talented people from all over the world regardless of their background, but those who want to pass themselves off as the real ones will definitely not be accepted. Since you are talented people, let me test you. You two can write a poem using one character from my name."

"I use peaches." Lao Zhang smiled and looked at Xia Lin: "What about you?"

"Since you've already used peach, I can only call for spring."

"Okay, okay, since you are moaning, I will let you do it first. Moan quickly, moan quickly."

The two men sang the same tune, and although no foul language was used, Chuntao's face was already red with shame. Her impression of the two men immediately plummeted to the bottom. She thought that although they had good looks, she couldn't tell that they were such dissolute people, and they were probably not good people either.

But at this moment, Xia Lin walked forward, pacing back and forth with his hands behind his back: "Spring, spring..."

"If you can't answer it, then I definitely won't let you two in."

Xia Lin chuckled: "If you answer this, you can let people in? Then you have already let many people in, right?"

"Yeah, what's the matter?"

Chun Tao answered seriously. Lao Zhang next to her had already blushed. Seeing him like this, Chun Tao's face flushed all the way to the tips of her ears. She pointed at Xia Lin and said, "You~ Why are you so filthy?"

"Ah? Big sister, you are not mistaken, which word of mine contains dirty words? If such innocent words can still be dirty words, then it can only be said that the wind is still and the water is still, but your sister Chuntao's spring heart is moved." Xia Lin shook his fan and his head: "That's good, that's good, there is no girl in the world who doesn't have spring heart."

"You!~"

After all, Chuntao was just a maid in the prince's mansion, who was specially used to perform the red-sleeved beauty act. How could she be compared with Xia Lin and Lao Zhang, who were dirty guys struggling in the market.

What do the working people at the bottom like most? Isn't it white thighs and smooth buttocks? They have been scouting among the peddlers and hawkers for the past few years, so how can they pretend to be refined and elegant?

"Okay, sister Chuntao, just listen to me. The flowers have faded and the green apricots are small. When the swallows fly, the green water surrounds the houses. The willow fluff on the branches is blown away. There are fragrant grasses everywhere in the world. There are swings inside the wall and roads outside the wall. There are pedestrians outside the wall, and the beauties inside the wall are laughing. The laughter is gradually fading and the voice is getting quieter. The affectionate is annoyed by the heartless."

When he said this, he pointed at the apricot tree on the branch, and it seemed that he had done it effortlessly. But it sounded different to Chuntao. She was not at that level. This poem was written by Su Dongpo, a superstar who had fought against Li Bai and Xin Qiji. This little poem from the mouth of a young man did not lament the fate so much, but was just the resentment of the young man who was in love but could not get it. It made people feel heartbroken.

Chun Tao chewed over a few words again and when she looked at Xia Lin again, her eyes were already inexplicably confused. She couldn't understand this vulgar boy. He was obviously full of frivolous words, so how could the words he came up with so easily be so graceful, bright, fresh and unworldly?
Just as she was lost in thought, Xia Lin leaned over to Lao Zhang's ear and whispered something: "The peach blossoms are light and dark, like evenly applied makeup. The spring breeze breaks my heart, blowing off my white clothes."

Lao Zhang's ability in poetry is very average, even bad. He is proficient in painting, so this cheating must have been assisted by the shameless professional plagiarist Xia Lin.

"You just wrote this?"

"I just copied it, why is there so much nonsense?"

At this moment, Lao Zhang coughed and woke Chuntao from her indulgence. Then he stepped forward and laughed: "Little sister Tao, I have also made a fool of myself. I am not as good as my brother, but I am also relevant. Listen to me: The peach blossoms are light and dark, like evenly applied makeup. The spring breeze breaks my heart and blows off my white clothes."

Chuntao was surprised again. Although this song was inferior to the previous one, it was still a thousand times better than those songs this morning like "The toads are croaking in the pond in early spring, and the apricot blossoms on the trees are as red as fire", right?

"I wonder if we can go in, Sister Chuntao?"

Xia Lin called Chun Tao back. Seeing the teasing expression on his face, Chun Tao curled her lips and rolled her eyes, then turned her head away angrily: "Go in."

After saying that, he led the two bastard "talented men" into the banquet venue, seated them at a table, and Chuntao went back to report to the prince.

When the prince saw her coming back, he smiled and asked, "How is it?"

"He is indeed talented, but he is also really mean..." Chuntao was obviously still a little angry that she was being flirted with, so she repeated the whole story from beginning to end.

"The willow fluff on the trees is blown away, and there is fragrant grass everywhere in the world... Hiss, wonderful! What a natural work! Oh! Oh! This is really great!"

The prince didn't care about Chun Tao being flirted with. She was just a maid. If she was to his liking, it wouldn't be a big deal to give her away. But why were the poems of these two so good? The more he savored them, the more he felt that they were rare. If it weren't for his status, the young prince would definitely go down and discuss it with the two. But it didn't matter. The poetry conference would last all day and end at the rooster crow tomorrow. There were plenty of opportunities.

At this moment, Xia Lin and his partner had already taken their seats. There were four other people at the table besides them. Although they were eating, they didn't seem to move their chopsticks, fearing that others would think they were unrefined. But Xia Lin and his partner were different. They were already angry about not getting anything to eat, and now that the delicious food on the table seemed untouched, they showed off their food. Each of them had a big chicken drumstick with a meatball stuck on their chopsticks. After a few bites, they took a small wine pot and drank a big gulp of the sweet wine, not caring about other people's eyes at all.

"Alas, alas, alas... My two brothers, if the young prince saw the way you eat, it would not be pleasing to the eye."

The talented man at the same table kindly reminded him, but his eyes were filled with a bit of impatience and disdain. At this time, Lao Zhang had no time to speak, but Xia Lin had just swallowed a mouthful. He wiped his mouth and said, "Banquet, banquet, how can it be called a banquet if you don't eat? The more delicious the food is, the better the response is for the host. The host will be happy to say that your food, dishes, water, and wine are good. Like you, you owe 500 calories after a banquet. What's the difference between you and cursing?"

Although I didn't understand what 500 calories meant, I just took it as dialect, which didn't affect my understanding of the meaning. According to what he said, it seemed to make some sense. In addition, they really didn't eat anything this morning, so this table immediately started to devour the food, attracting the attention of the other tables.

About half an hour passed like this, and they were both satisfied with the meal and the wine. They leaned back on the chair with big bellies. Xia Lin patted Lao Zhang's belly and said, "You look like a starving ghost. I'm afraid you didn't eat any good food in your previous life, did you?"

"I'm afraid you're the one who has never eaten good food. When I was drinking with you guys in the Tengwang Pavilion, you were chewing tree bark in some corner. If I hadn't been kind-hearted, you would have starved to death long ago."

"Oh, who would believe a person who can even finish half a bucket of swill if he says this?"

"I don't know who got the remaining half bucket."

The two of them were arguing as usual, and suddenly someone in front of them shouted, "Gentlemen, today the Prince of Qin is inviting you to a banquet, just to make friends through literature. The prince said that when he was chatting with his classmates in Luoyang City, he came up with a poem that was only half finished. Now he will take out the poem and see if any of you talented people can finish it. If the prince is satisfied, he will reward you handsomely."

When Xia Lin heard that there was a large reward, he immediately stretched his neck, but happened to see the young man sitting next to the person who was talking. The more he looked at him, the more familiar he looked. He thought carefully for a long time, and suddenly slapped his thigh: "Isn't this the inspector?"

The prince still had the same bright face, dressed in gorgeous clothes, a brocade long gown, a serene smile, a fair face and no beard. He held a jade-bone silk embroidered fan in his hand and wore a purple gold hair crown on his head. He looked extremely wealthy and noble.

"Old Zhang, old Zhang, old acquaintance!"

Xia Lin pushed Lao Zhang, who looked up and saw that the prince was indeed the one who came to check on his injuries that day. He then asked in a low voice, "Didn't you say you were going to clean up the noble families in Luoyang? Why did you come to Jiangnan?"

"Who knows? Maybe he will just travel around the country and make a list and do it all at once when the time comes."

"possible."

At this time, the person who had spoken in front spoke again: "At that time, the prince's friend said that he heard half a sentence, which was 'The spring river tide reaches the sea level, and the bright moon on the sea rises with the tide'. I wonder if anyone can continue the second half?"

As soon as this sentence came out, Lao Zhang looked at Xia Lin and asked, "Did you leave this sentence when you were writing on the wall?"

"Since you asked, who else could it be?" Xia Lin wiped his nose and said, "Didn't I teach you how to write in the Slender Gold Style?"

"Yes, yes, yes." Lao Zhang nodded hurriedly: "Slender Gold Style, Slender Gold Style, that's it."

This poem has more than two lines, it is the first line of the long poem "Spring River Moon Night". At that time, Xia Lin taught Lao Zhang to write these two lines in the Slender Gold style when he was free as a helper. They were written on the outer wall of the owner's house with stone. Maybe people thought it was wonderful so they took it out and presented it to the young prince as a treasure.

I didn't expect that the young prince would take it so seriously.

At this time, all kinds of poor tails to the poem had already come out. Many people had written their own continuations on small pieces of paper and presented them to the little prince, but after receiving them, the little prince kept shaking his head, with disappointment unconcealed in his eyes.

"You go ahead!"

"Wait a minute." Xia Lin took out his cell phone and put it under the table and quickly searched: "Spring River Moon Night..."

After searching, he tilted his head and said to Lao Zhang: "Your handwriting is good. I will read it to you later and you can write it down."

"You bastard, I'm asking you to practice calligraphy like it's killing you. Didn't you teach me the Slender Gold Style? Show it to me now."

Xia Lin smiled awkwardly: "It's OK when writing short articles, but when I write long articles, my handwriting can't be aligned... It's crooked and not good enough."

(End of this chapter)