Chapter 34 The Meeting of the Goblet

After reciting the poem, the middle-aged scribe turned his head to look at Zhang Wen, and politely motioned: "Please forgive me."

Zhang Wen raised his hand, and the noisy crowd suddenly calmed down. To be honest, most people think that this poem is very ordinary, but no one wants to say such sad words, because their level is not really different from the middle-aged scribe, and this person has always been conceited. If he says that he does not accept it, won't break up unhappily? Only Zhang Wen was present with this strength to convince him.

Zhang Wen smiled bitterly. He saw the sneer at the corners of Sun Shao's mouth, but he couldn't imagine it. Since Sun Quan moved to Jianye in the 16th year of Jian'an, most of the people living in Wu County and the indigenous people of Wu County have followed him to Jianye. In addition, Lu Ji, Gu Shao and others have served one after another. This goblet meeting can be said to be worse than a year.

It's just ordinary. Zhang Wen doesn't have too many ideas except for some lack of interest. Anyway, this is a fun, and there is no need to be serious. But when Sun Shao sits here today, he is inexplicably a little annoyed. Originally, Sun Shao was invited to see Wu Di's talent, but now it seems that this is obviously a loss. Looking at Sun Shao's expression, I'm afraid it will be self-defeating this time.

He pondered for a moment and still gave up the idea of exaggerating a few words. If Sun Shao really didn't understand, that's fine. But if Sun Shao understood, wouldn't he seem guilty? He coughed and said with a smile, "Brother Wenxu, this poem is catchy and natural. It is indeed a good poem, and it contains the essence of the saint in it. It is rare to lead people to good."

Everyone listened to it and nodded and praised it. Although Zhang Wen's comment was a little more concise, it was generally in line with the truth. Of course, this depends on how you listen to it. You can say that he has the merit of guiding people to good, or he can also say that he is pedantic and empty words. The middle-aged literati named Wenxu was also a little embarrassed when he heard this. He smiled twice and retreated to the table, but his confident face became a little depressed.

Although Sun Shao saw that everyone's faces were different, he didn't think too much. He looked at everyone's poems with a smile, listened to Zhang Wen's comments one after another, and occasionally echoed. He whispered Ge Heng in the gap and talked very passionately. Ge Heng used to be a pure bystander to attend such a party. This time, he was happy to meet Sun Shao at the same level. He smiled at Sun Shao. He didn't seem to have just met at all, but seemed to be a friend he had made for many years. Originally, it was nothing, but Zhang Wen was preconceived and some precautions. Looking at Sun Shao's smiling face, he always felt that Sun Shao was covering up something.

With this psychology, Zhang Wen was unnaturally a little anxious. He hoped that the glass would stop in front of Sun Shao quickly, so that he could recite a poem on the spot, so that he could see his real talent, but things did not follow people's wishes. The more he thought so, the more he did not stop in front of Sun Shao, which made him disappointed again and again, and in his heart The nameless fire is also getting more and more prosperous, and it becomes more and more uneasy when commenting on other people's poems.

The wine glass slowly flowed down from the upper stream again. Zhang Wen stared at the wine glass with both eyes and couldn't wait to push it in front of Sun Shao. Unfortunately, he was disappointed again. The wine glass stopped halfway. The clear wine in the glass reflected some dazzling sunshine, which made him squint involuntarily.

There was a silence in the bamboo forest. Zhang Wen suddenly felt a little strange, but he didn't know where the strange was for a moment.

"Brother, it's your turn." Seeing that Zhang Wen didn't go to get the glass, Zhang Ji stood there in a daze. He hurriedly walked behind Zhang Wen and reminded him softly. Zhang Wen was stunned and then came to his senses. It turned out that the wine glass stopped in front of him. No wonder it was so dazzling.

"Oh." Zhang Wen answered, bent down to take out the glass, raised his hand, and motioned to everyone.

"Yes, let's have a song." Someone shouted.

"Yes, let's have a song of Wen Shu, let's feast our ears." Seeing that Zhang Wen wanted to recite poems, the dull atmosphere just now suddenly swept away, shouting happily one by one to listen to Zhang Wen's masterpiece.

Zhang Wen raised his hand to signal everyone to be quiet. He opened his mouth to speak, but he was stunned. Only then did he find that he was only secretly competing with Sun Shao and forgot to make some preparations. The glass was raised, but he had no inspiration at all. In full view of the public, he was speechless and stood there silently.

Everyone thought that he had a masterpiece, so they didn't dare to say anything. They even lowered their cough for fear of missing Zhang Wen's wonderful article. However, after waiting for a long time, they saw Zhang Wen still standing there motionless. They couldn't help but be a little strange. They looked at each other with an inexplicable look on their faces.

Is it possible that Zhang Wen, who has always been famous for talent, also has a time of dumb fire?

Zhang Wen's face was burning with panic. He glanced at the crowd with a guilty heart and especially stopped his eyes at Sun Shao. Sun Shaozheng raised his head slightly and looked at him with bright eyes. There was still a faint smile on the corners of his mouth, and his expression was focused and calm.

"Well, let me moisten my throat first." Zhang Wen smiled and raised the glass in his hand and drank it all. As soon as the wine entered his throat, he immediately regretted it. Now he was not drinking his own wine, but the spirits brought by Sun Shao. After drinking this glass of wine, he immediately choked him with tears.

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

Everyone looked at each other in front of each other and felt a little embarrassed. Zhang Wen's performance today was a big failure. Without a trace of his demeanor as the first talent of Wu Zhong, what's wrong with him today?

Not to mention that others don't understand, even Zhang Ji doesn't understand. He frowned slightly, stepped forward to help Zhang Wen sit down, and gently patted Zhang Wen on the back. Zhang Wen coughed for a while, and then took the handkerchief handed over by the servant and wiped his face. Then he smiled a little embarrassedly and said, "Just now, I just listened to your masterpiece. For a moment, I forgot that this wine was brought by Sun Jun. I was choked. It's really rude. Please forgive me."

"It doesn't matter." Someone laughed and said, "Huishu is right. Sun Jun's wine is indeed a little strong. I was choked just now, but this wine is like a fire, burning warm in my stomach and very comfortable."

"Exactly." Someone echoed loudly, "Hui Shu drank in a hurry, and it's inevitable to chry. It's also true after a short break."

Zhang Wen took advantage of this moment to make a belly manuscript. After saying hello, he returned to his original elegance. He went to the edge of the stream, meditated a little, and then said, "The autumn wind rises in August. When Wuzhong harvests, the fragrance of rice floats thousands of miles, and the perch of Taihu Lake is fat..."

Listening to Zhang Wen's poems, Sun Shao nodded secretly. I have to say that Zhang Wen's level is much better than those people. At the beginning, he was still a little sluggish, and later he was very smooth. The description was very natural and accurate, and the words were also relatively refined, although it was the highest in the later poem. The achievement of Tang poetry cannot be compared, but in this era when poetry is still regarded as a tool for teaching, it is rare.

"Wonderful!" As soon as Zhang Wen finished reading, Sun Shao was the first to praise. Others were still immersed in Zhang Wen's poetry. For a moment, they came back and heard him cheers. Naturally, they echoed and cheered for a while. Zhang Wen was a little ashamed. Although he was still satisfied with the following poems, he felt very uncomfortable in the first few sentences, but he had already said it and could not take them back, so he had to bow his hands and say a few modestly. Although there was a small setback, it was finally passed.

Everyone, you comment, I comment, the atmosphere became warm, Zhang Wen signaled to start again, while shaking his head quietly to Zhang Ji. Zhang Ji smiled, glanced at Sun Shao, who was discussing Zhang Wen's poems with others, and smiled with Zhang Wen.

After a few more rounds, the wine glass finally stopped in front of Sun Shao again. Zhang Wen's eyes lit up, and he took a long breath. He got up and smiled, "Young master, you should be ready this time, right? Don't refuse again."

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