"General Dongfang, please!" The prefect Wei Donglin warmly invited Dongfang Ming to his mansion for dinner.

Dongfang waved his hand and said, "Brother Donglin, don't be so polite. We are all for the people, so we don't have to be so polite."

"Yes," Wei Donglin smiled a little awkwardly and said, "You are defending the people of the country, and I am for the people of the country. Although the positions are different, the ultimate nature is still the same."

Dongfang Ming nodded and then said, "Let's enter together. If we don't discuss our position, we will talk together through partnership."

"please!"

After hearing what Dongfang Ming meant, Wei Donglin didn't say much, but just reached out to ask Dongfang Ming to take his seat.

...

Dongfang Ming and Wei Donglin sat in a small courtyard together.

"The scenery of Brother Donglin's small courtyard is still very good." Dongfang Ming said as he tasted the fine wine in his hand and carefully admired the beautiful scenery around him.

"Hahaha!" Wei Donglin laughed and said with interest: "I didn't expect that Brother Dongfang also likes the beautiful scenery between heaven and earth?"

"Oh?" Hearing Wei Donglin's words, Dongfang Ming was slightly puzzled: "Is it possible that the heaven and earth are naturally formed in this villa?"

Then, Dongfang Ming walked forward, carefully stroked the rockery in the villa, and sighed as he felt the different feelings around him.

"Really true, false, false, good scene!"

Wei Donglin also got up, walked to Dongfang Ming and asked, "Tonight there was a poetry conference, which invited many famous people from Chang County to recite poems and write poems together. I think Brother Dongfang is also a slightly literary person, I wonder if he can go together?"

When Dongfang Ming heard Wei Donglin's invitation, he shook his head and said, "I am just a martial artist, I can't get on the table."

"How could it be?" Wei Donglin raised his tone and said, "Brother Dongfang is the current top martial arts scholar in the Sui Dynasty. He has won battles in front of him, but he is a great hero of the people. Now I can feel the conversation between my brother Dongfang. Brother Dongfang is also a scholar."

Dongfang Ming shook his head and said, "I can't afford to take on the literati and scholar, but Brother Donglin's invitation is so kind, how can I not go to Dongfang?"

"Okay!" Wei Donglin said with a laugh: "I knew Brother Dongfang was going with me. Please wait for me again first, so I will go to change my clothes."

"Changing?" Dongfang Ming asked in confusion: "Do I need it?"

"No, no!" Wei Donglin said quickly: "Brother Dongfang, you are a hero. Your current outfit is enough. You don't need to dress too much. I'm just wearing the magistrate's uniform and it's hard to move."

After listening to Wei Donglin's explanation, Dongfang Ming didn't say much, so he waited for Wei Donglin to take him to the poetry conference.

...

When it comes to poetry, Dongfang Ming still knows a little. After all, as early as the Western Zhou Dynasty to the Spring and Autumn Period, poetry had produced a large number of glorious chapters. Dongfang Ming dared not say that he read these things well, but he also knew them a little.

But the golden age of poetry was still in the Tang Dynasty, so Dongfang Ming still had some moisture when he went to this poetry conference.

Thinking of this, Dongfang Ming came to the scene of this poetry conference.

Unlike Dongfang Ming imagined, the organizer of this poetry conference was a local squire and a wealthy family. Because his daughter loved poetry, her current idea of ​​favoring boys over girls, it was difficult for her daughter to attend other poetry appreciation meetings.

Forced to hold it at home.

But because this gentry had an extraordinary influence in the local area, there were many literati and scholars around him who came to attend the poetry conference he held. Not only were the literati and scholars around him, but even the local magistrates were invited by him.

Not only that, the gentry also heard that the martial arts top scholar, General Dongfang Sun and Moon, who had made great achievements on the front line, also came to the county town and was placed at a poetry conference where he came from home with the county magistrate. The gentry didn't know.

Dongfang Ming stepped into this villa and looked at the surrounding environment.

The surroundings are different from the imagined gentry villa, and it is more like a small courtyard.

The surrounding pond surrounds the courtyard, and lights in the pond illuminate.

Upwards, lanterns lead the way to lead Dongfang Ming and his group to the deep dining table.

However, the people around were looking at Dongfang Ming with more confusion.

Perhaps Dongfang Ming's clothes were too weird.

After all, everyone around them is called literati and scholars. Suddenly a person dressed in a warrior appeared, which really makes the people around them feel strange.

"The county magistrate of Zhiwei beside him," a man asked in confusion.

"It's true!" After seeing Wei Donglin's appearance clearly, another person added: "Then the one next to him is General Dongfang, right?"

"That's true!"

"I deserve to be a hero, I must be a child!"

...

Dongfang Ming was also slightly irritated when he listened to the discussions of the people around him.

After all, there are literati around here, and Dongfang Ming doesn't have too many ways to deal with it. Although he can create poetry, it is difficult to deal with these people.

Soon, Dongfang Ming and Wei Donglin arrived at the dining table.

"Brother Donglin, please!" A master's family respectfully invited Wei Donglin.

After looking at Dongfang Ming, I also respectfully asked Dongfang Ming to take my seat.

Next to the area of ​​Dongfangming, there is an area of ​​talented women.

But a piece of gauze was covered in the middle, and the man could only see it in vaguely.

However, Dongfang Ming disagreed with this. If it weren't for Wei Donglin's invitation, Dongfang Ming wouldn't really want to come to this place. After all, the people here are quite mixed.

But there was no way, Dongfang Ming could only use drinking to cover up his helplessness.

Just as they were drinking, the literati and scholars next to them started a poetry conference, constantly setting questions and writing poems with each other, and some people kept making calligraphy works.

Soon, it was Dongfang Ming's turn, even if Dongfang Ming was in the corner.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Dongfang Ming stood up pretending to be drunk, came to the open space in front of the dining table, held the wine bottle, pointed to the book boy next to him and said, "Write for me!"

Then Dongfang Ming recited loudly: "Don't you see the water of the Yellow River coming from the sky, flowing to the sea and never returning. Don't you see the mirror in the high hall sad with white hair, like blue hair, and snow in the morning. Life is full of joy, don't let the golden cup empty against the moon. I am born with my ingredient, and I will come back again after all, and cook sheep and slaughter cattle. I need to drink three hundred cups at a time. Master Cen, Danqiu, and you will be in wine, don't stop the cup."

Just before Dongfang Ming finished reciting again, Dongfang Ming saw the opportunity and fell to the ground appropriately.

Just as everyone was watching, Dongfang Ming slept on the floor.

On the other side, Yu Wen Zhiji has returned home.

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