The Three Kingdoms Voyage

Chapter 34
The middle-aged scribe finished reciting the poem, turned his head to look at Zhang Wen, and gestured politely: "Please be gentle and forgive me."

Zhang Wen raised his hand, and the noisy crowd suddenly fell silent.To be honest, most people think this poem is very ordinary, but no one is willing to say such hurtful words, because their level is not substantially different from that of this middle-aged scribe, and this person has always Conceited, if you say that he refuses to accept it, wouldn't it mean that they broke up unhappy?Only Zhang Wen here has the strength to convince him.

Zhang Wen smiled wryly to himself, he saw the sneer at the corner of Sun Shao's mouth, but he couldn't think about it.Since Sun Quan moved to Jianye in the 16th year of Jian'an, most of the people who lived in Wu County and the natives of Wu County followed him to Jianye. In addition, Lu Ji, Gu Shao and others became officials one after another. A year is not as good as a year.

It's just normal, Zhang Wen doesn't have too many thoughts except for some lack of interest. Anyway, it's just fun, so there's no need to be serious, but today, when Sun Shao sits here, he feels a little irritable for no reason.Originally, Sun Shao was invited here to let him see the talents of Wudi, but now it seems that this is obviously a mistake. Judging from Sun Shao's expression, he may be self-defeating this time.

He pondered for a moment, but he gave up the idea of ​​exaggerating a few words. If Sun Shao really doesn't understand, then that's fine, but if Sun Shao understands, wouldn't it appear that he has a guilty conscience?He coughed and said with a smile: "Brother Wenxu's poem is catchy and uttered naturally. It is indeed a good poem. It also contains the essence of a saint in it. It has the power to guide people to do good. It is really rare."

After hearing this, everyone nodded their heads in praise as if it meant something. Although Zhang Wen's comment was a bit brief, it was roughly in line with the truth. Of course, it depends on how you listen to it. It can be said that he is pedantic and empty talk.The middle-aged scribe named Wen Xu was also a little embarrassed when he heard it. He laughed a few times and retreated to the table, but his previously confident face became a little depressed.

Although Sun Shao saw that the faces of the people were different, he didn't think too much. He watched the people reciting poems and odes with a smile, listened to Zhang Wen's comments one by one, occasionally echoed, and took advantage of the gap to whisper a few words to Ge Heng. In other words, the conversation was very lively.Ge Heng used to attend such gatherings as a pure bystander, but this time he was happy to meet Sun Shao, who was of a similar level, and he talked happily with Sun Shao, not at all as if he had just met, but rather Friends who have known each other for many years.It was nothing at first, but Zhang Wen was preconceived and a little defensive. Looking at Sun Shao's smiling face, he always felt that Sun Shao was covering up something.

With this mentality, Zhang Wen was unnaturally impatient. He hoped that the wine glass would stop in front of Sun Shao quickly so that he could recite a poem on the spot and see his true talent and learning. The more he thought about it, the more this wine glass kept in front of Sun Shao, disappointing him again and again, and the unknown fire in his heart became more and more intense, and he became more and more distracted when commenting on other people's poems rather.

The wine glass flowed slowly from the upper stream again, Zhang Wen stared at the wine glass with both eyes, wishing to push it to Sun Shao with his eyes, but he was disappointed again, the wine glass stopped halfway, and the clear water in the glass The wine reflected some dazzling sunlight, making him squint his eyes involuntarily.

There was silence in the bamboo forest, and Zhang Wen suddenly felt a little weird, but he didn't know where the weirdness was for a while.

"Brother, it's your turn." Seeing that Zhang Wen didn't go to fetch the wine glass, but stood there in a daze, Zhang Wen quickly walked behind Zhang Wen and reminded him softly.Zhang Wen was taken aback for a moment, and then he came back to his senses. It turned out that the wine glass had stopped in front of him, no wonder it was so dazzling.

"Oh." Zhang Wen responded, bent down to take out the wine glass, raised his hand, and signaled to everyone.

"Okay, Wen Shu has a song." Someone shouted.

"Yes, Wen Shu has a song for us to feast our ears on." Seeing that Zhang Wen was going to recite a poem, the dull atmosphere just now was swept away, and everyone shouted happily, wanting to listen to Zhang Wen's masterpiece.

Zhang Wen raised his hand to signal everyone to be quiet, opened his mouth to speak, but froze.It wasn't until this moment that he realized that he was only focused on competing secretly with Sun Shao, and forgot to make some preparations. The wine glass was raised, but he had no inspiration at all. Under the eyes of everyone, he was speechless and numb standing there.

Everyone thought that he was up to something, so they didn't dare to say anything, and even coughed in a low voice, for fear of missing Zhang Wen's wonderful essay, but after waiting for a long time, they saw that Zhang Wen was still standing there motionless, which was a bit strange , looked at each other, with puzzled expressions on their faces.

Could it be that Zhang Wen, who has always been famous for his talent, also misfires sometimes?
Zhang Wen's face was burning with panic, he glanced at everyone guilty, and especially stopped at Sun Shao.Sun Shaozheng raised his head slightly, looked at him with piercing eyes, and still had that vague smile on his mouth, with a focused and calm expression.

"Hmm, let me moisten my throat first." Zhang Wen smiled, raised the wine glass in his hand and drank it down in one gulp.As soon as the wine entered his throat, he immediately regretted it. What he was drinking now was not his own wine, but the strong wine brought by Sun Shao. After drinking this glass of wine, he immediately choked and burst into tears.

"Cough cough cough..." Zhang Wen bent down with a cough.

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, feeling a little embarrassed, Zhang Wen's performance today was not up to standard, without a trace of his demeanor as the number one talented scholar in Wuzhong, what happened to him today?
Not to mention that others didn't understand, even Zhang Zhi didn't understand. He frowned slightly, stepped forward to help Zhang Wen sit down, and patted Zhang Wen's back lightly.Zhang Wen coughed for a while, then took the handkerchief handed over by the boy servant and wiped his face, then smiled a little embarrassedly: "Just now I just listened to your masterpieces, and for a moment I forgot that this wine is the strong wine brought by Sun Jun. It’s really rude to be choked, please forgive me.”

"It doesn't matter." Someone laughed and said, "Hui Shu is right, Sun Jun's wine is indeed a bit strong, and I was choked on it just now, but this wine is like a ball of fire after drinking it. It’s very comfortable to feel warm in my belly.”

"Exactly." Someone echoed loudly: "Hui Shu drank too much, choking is unavoidable, just take a rest for a while."

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Zhang Wen had already prepared the draft, and after saying hello, he returned to his original elegance. He walked to the side of the stream, pondered for a while, and then began to chant: "The autumn wind blows in August, and the harvest in Wuzhong is abundant." At that time, the fragrance of rice floated thousands of miles away, and the perch in Taihu Lake was fat..."

Listening to Zhang Wen's poem, Sun Shao nodded secretly. It has to be said that Zhang Wen's level is much better than those people's. It was a bit stagnant at the beginning, but it became very smooth in the end, and the descriptions of emotions and scenes are very natural. It is accurate, and the words are relatively precise. Although it cannot be compared with Tang poetry, the highest achievement of later poetry, it is rare in this era when poetry is still used as a preaching tool.

"Wonderful!" Zhang Wen had just finished reading, and Sun Shao was the first to praise it. Others were still immersed in Zhang Wen's poetry.Zhang Wen was a little ashamed. Although the latter poem was quite satisfactory, he felt uncomfortable with the first few lines, but he had already spoken them and could not take them back, so he bowed his hands and said a few words modestly.Although there were a few setbacks, I finally passed this level.

Everyone commented, I commented, the atmosphere became lively, Zhang Wen signaled to start again, and shook his head calmly at Zhang Zhi, Zhang Zhi smiled slightly, and glanced at the grandson who was discussing Zhang Wen's poems over there. Shao, and Zhang Wen smiled knowingly.

After several more rounds, the wine glass finally stopped in front of Sun Shao again.Zhang Wen's eyes lit up, he let out a long breath, stood up and said with a smile: "Young Master, you should be ready this time, right? Don't refuse."

(End of this chapter)