After Bao Zheng was seen by the housekeeper in charge, he was led inside, and there were only a few left behind. This was the lower head of the lower head. Bao Zheng didn't care about so many things, and 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 relatives into the hall, and in the last seat, it was even more eye-catching. Someone in the hall had already whispered to inquire about Bao Zheng's origin.

There was a fellow party member of Ding Wei in the hall who was slapped by Bao Zheng in the morning. At this time, it was a good opportunity to humiliate Bao Zheng. An old official with a sharp mouth and a monkey cheek was sitting in the top ten. He shouted: "Don't ask, everyone. The person sitting at the bottom is Bao Zheng, the nameless magistrate of Kaifeng Prefecture! He heard that he introduced his sister-in-law to the prince, and then the emperor appointed him as a magistrate. You guys in the court, it's not surprising that you don't know this person."

The shameless man portrayed Bao Zheng as a philandering villain who relied on women to the top just by talking for a few words. After hearing the man's words, many officials in the hall suddenly realized. After looking at the two beauties around Bao Zheng, they were even more determined that Bao Zheng was a master of soft food. Bao Zheng shook his eyes left and right, but he did not see Kou Zhun present. It seemed that he was going to fight alone today.

Bao Zheng was about to speak out for a few words, but Wen Yanbo, who was beside him, grabbed Bao Zheng and stood up and said, "How can such a casual and long-tongued person let his master take action? Look at me humiliating this guy!"

When Bao Zheng saw that Wen Yanbo was full of confidence, he nodded. He had no doubt about Wen Yanbo's talent. The Wen family has been an official for generations, and Wen Yanbo was even more prosperous in history. Wen Yanbo was a senior high school student at the age of 1998. He served as the prime minister for more than 50 years. He became a general and prime minister, famous for the four barbarians. He was called a virtuous prime minister in the world. He was finally named Duke of Lu. Even though these were all things that happened when Wen Yanbo grew up, the young Wen Yanbo must have been amazing and brilliant, so that he could become the glory of the four dynasties and the great ministers in the future.

Wen Yanbo said something loudly just now, and everyone in the hall heard it. The old official with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks heard a young man pointing out that he was a woman with a long tongue. How could he not be angry? The old man's face was blue and white at this moment.

Wen Yanbo was full of energy and pointed to the old man and said, "I heard for a long time that Lord Chen Pengnian, the Minister of War, was the minister of the Ministry of War. When he was an official in Jiangning, he often used brocades of the people to support his family and sent them to all his colleagues in Bianjing to achieve his achievements today. I was fortunate to collect a volume of brocades from Lord Chen that year. There was also a far-fetched elegant poem on top of the brocades. However, after reading it, I admired Lord Chen's superb writing style of competing with the power of the momentum."

Wen Yanbo's sarcasm made Chen Pengnian dare not speak out. When Chen Pengnian was an official in Jiangning, he did give local high-quality brocades to various officials in Bianjing to increase his influence in the capital. The fact that Chen Pengnian gave away brocades was not a secret. Many officials in the capital had received brocades from Chen Pengnian, which was a very public thing. If Chen Pengnian dared to deny it, it would be a slap in the face! Wen Yanbo used this as a joke at this time, but portrayed Chen Pengnian as an image of forcing the people to rob the people and flattering the superiors.

Chen Pengnian did not expect to be defeated in front of a young boy, and couldn't help but feel a little old-fashioned. Wen Yanbo said while the iron was hot: "My master is a good official who is not afraid of the powerful and pleads for the people. In the morning, I thought Mr. Chen should have witnessed it with me. Unexpectedly, Mr. Chen had a relationship with my master in the morning, and turned against others in the afternoon. Mr. Chen changed his face, which was really faster than reading books. My master has never liked to argue with others, but my disciple is the most fond of talking. I heard Mr. Chen say to Master just now, and I couldn't help but say a few more words. I hope Mr. Chen will be angry when he is young and ignorant of his younger generation."

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

The atmosphere on the court was tense because of Wen Yanbo and Chen Pengnian's chess. Lin Te, who had been quiet on the side for a long time, shook his big belly and smiled at the Eighth Prince who was sitting upright on the main seat, saying, "Tonight is a night banquet carefully prepared by the Eighth Prince, which is intended to be poetry and songs. Don't mention these old things again, so as not to ruin the elegance of everyone here."

After hearing Lin Te's words, the people in the hall nodded immediately. Lin Te's move was obviously to relieve Chen Pengnian. Wen Yanbo was good at sophistry, so Lin Te wanted to avoid his strengths.

The Eighth Prince nodded in the hall and said, "Today is a beautiful scenery. You all let go of your heart and appreciate the wind and moon with all your heart. If someone starts and drives everyone's interest in writing and writing poems, you can share a feast of beautiful articles tonight."

Linte smiled flatteringly and said, "Who don't know that Eighth Prince, you are well-read and well-written. Tonight's Wenfeng feast requires people like Eighth Prince, who are suitable for the beginning of the poem."

Everyone in the hall agreed.

Zhao Yuanyan wiped his beard with a smile and said, "Since you all have a good mood tonight, I will throw a brick and bring you a jade song. Tonight I have asked someone to prepare for mounting. All the poems, songs and essays of the literati and Yake present tonight will be included, so that it will be a good story in the literary world in the future!"

Bao Zheng knew that when a gathering of literati in the Song Dynasty, if a large number of literati gathered together, he would definitely produce collections of poems and collect them. Often, such gatherings of literati are also an opportunity for officials to show their talents and compare with each other. If someone could write a good poem and be praised as a masterpiece, he would probably be favored by the emperor and it is unknown whether it would be successful.

At this time, Zhao Yuanyan walked down from the hall, and in the middle of the living room was a huge four-sided copywriting table, with Hubiao wolf hair, oil smoke ink, She inkstone, Chengxin Hall rice paper. These things were all the best things that literati and poets pursued throughout their lives. Zhao Yuanyan walked to the four-sided copywriting table, picked up the Hubiao wolf hair, and just looked up at the sky. At this time, on the tower outside the hall, there were still silk and bamboos, singing and dancing endlessly. In the fresh and elegant atmosphere, Zhao Yuanyan wrote a quick handwriting, and a poem suddenly appeared on the paper.

After Zhao Yuanyan finished writing, he put his pen on the table and said with a smile: "I have done something laughable today. Thank you for your appreciation. I hope you can open your character, write down what you think, and gather my great style of writing in the Song Dynasty."

Someone had seen the Eighth Prince stop writing, and left the table one after another and went up to watch. A young scholar-official held the Eighth Prince's calligraphy in his hand, but he recited aloud: "The bright moon shines on the tower, the flowing light and the phantoms wander in the sky, the silk and bamboo are gathered together, and the literati and poets 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. His opening poem conveys the feelings and brings the artistic conception of the present to the paper, but in the end he conveys his intention to keep a guest in the poem. This poem is an excellent beginning for the collection of poems.

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Chapter completed!