Yesterday, when we parted, Xu Jie and Wu Boyan made an appointment to meet at this Wanghu Tower at noon, have a drink at noon, and visit the lake in the afternoon.

Xu Jie came early, and the Wanghu Tower was still full. It was obvious that many people heard the appointment between Xu Jie and Wu Boyan yesterday, so the Wanghu Tower seemed to be still on the verge of starting today.

But today, Wu Boyan did not come alone, but brought an old man with him. The old man who came with him was not as unkempt than Wu Boyan, with a crown and a pendant, a brocade dress on his body, a jade belt buckle, and a bit obese.

But this person is behind Wu Boyan. Although he is not respectful, he also has a sense of respect for Wu Boyan in front of him.

Xu Jie was already on the second floor. He saw from the window that Wu Boyan had arrived, so he walked to the stairs to greet him.

Wu Boyan went upstairs, Xu Jie came forward to pay a visit, and then greeted the old man behind Wu Boyan.

Wu Boyan smiled and walked towards the table where there was already food and food, but the person behind him smiled and said, "Is this little friend the big river Xu Wenyuan that Brother Wu said?"

Xu Jie raised his hand and said, "My younger brother Xu Wenyuan."

Wu Boyan had already reached the table and sat down. He had already lifted the wine pot and said casually: "My friend Wenyuan, this old man's name is Xie Fang, he is the governor of Hangzhou. His literary talent is far from being able to talk about a good piano, but it is very pleasant to hear."

Wu Boyan's words were both derogatory and praising, and Xie Fang was quite embarrassed. There was probably no such thing as saying in this world that his literary talent was far inferior. Only Wu Boyan would say this. No matter how bad Xie Fang's literary talent was, he was still an orthodox Jinshi. No matter how high or low the poetry in his mouth was, he could always read it with ease.

"Brother Wu, after all, you and I are classmates. How can you save me in front of my younger generation?" Xie Fang complained.

Xu Jie probably also saw that these two people had a very special relationship. If they were not close friends, they would not be so rude.

The three of them sat down, but the fat and thin guys did not come. It was obvious that they were too lazy to participate in this so-called literati meeting, and Xiaodaoer was also left in the inn to dance swords. Only Yun Shuhuan and He Jiyue came together and sat down at the lower head, quite restrained.

At noon today, the left and right were basically full, and many people were the future people last night. At this time, they were often turning their heads to look at the ten big words on the corner of the wall, and looking back at the immature Xu Wenyuan. They envy him, or some others disdain him.

Someone still performed the drama like last night, and watched it all the way and said, "My brothers, today's beautiful scenery should not be disappointed. Here is a song that suits the scene, which is a palindrome!"

After saying that, the man looked at Xu Jie, then took the servant's pen and walked to the wall. He painted many places in the morning. He just did it at noon. He chose the conspicuous place near the middle, and took the pen and waved it, and the stroke of cursive strokes appeared on the wall, which was also ten characters. The signature was later, but it was not a small character, and the font was slightly larger than the poem. Xu Shida, Hangzhou! Maybe he wanted people to see the name clearly at a glance, so that he could call the name directly.

This is how literati are. Last night, Xu Jie wrote a poem about it. Today, someone came to fight. Maybe this person didn't sleep all night last night, so he was thinking about it and waiting to show his skills in front of Wu Boyan today.

I think this person probably thinks that Wu Boyan likes reading poems. Instead of learning his unrestrained attitude, he might as well write a reading poem and a better reading poem than the lucky Xu Wenyuan, so that he will become a guest of Wu Boyan. Xu Wenyuan's luck is the poem "Water Mirror".

Xu Jie was not unhappy, but turned to look, and Wu Boyan also turned to look.

As he walked down, Xu Jie nodded repeatedly and said softly: "This brother is not bad at Taiwanese writing."

Wu Boyan also nodded. When the man turned around, Wu Boyan had already spoken: "Politics are good, I think this style of poetry should become popular."

The poet Xu Shida, who wrote the poem, had already turned around and pretended not to care, but was also pricking his ears and listening to Wu Boyan's words. When Wu Boyan praised him, he was happy and was waiting for Wu Boyan to make an appointment.

But after Wu Boyan said something, there was no further text. The man had already returned to his seat and went to see that Wu Boyan was talking to Xu Jie again, feeling very disappointed. He was even more confused, wondering why Xu Wenyuan was treated like this when he wrote a poem on the song. Wu Boyan even praised him, why didn't he invite him to drink with him?

Xu Shida was very upset when he was lost and puzzled. Wu Boyan obviously didn't pay attention, but just smiled with Xu Jie and said, "My friend Wenyuan, I heard that there is a martial arts competition in Qiantang in Mid-Autumn Festival in August?"

Xu Jie was a little surprised and asked with a smile: "Does Master Wu also like to watch people compete in martial arts?"

Wu Boyan nodded and said, "It was not good at this. Since I saw Lu Ziyouwu's bronze sword coming like a spring breeze blowing on his face, going like an eagle and a falcon to rush to eat. It can fly several feet above like an immortal, and it can rise and fall down to the sky, floating like a painting, and it is fascinating! I want to learn swords with him, but he teased him several times. How could Lu Ziyou compete with others for swords? How could he not see it with his own eyes?"

When Xu Jie heard Wu Boyan's description, the scene of Lu Zi dancing with his sword appeared in his mind, and suddenly he had another angle to appreciate the sword dance. Before, Xu Jie saw Lu Zi dancing with a pure martial arts perspective, and felt that Lu Ziyou was not as sharp as Yang Ershou's sword technique. At this time, when he heard Wu Boyan's praise from a literary perspective, he also felt that watching Lu Zi dancing with his sword at this angle was really a different kind of enjoyment.

Xu Jie couldn't help but feel that his view of Lu Ziyou Jiandao was biased, but he couldn't help but frown, making him feel a little more worried about Yang Ershu.

"Master Wu, in the Mid-Autumn Festival in August, Qiantang for a while. Master should have fun!" Xu Jie replied, a little perfunctory, but he was still recalling the scene of Lu Zi dancing in his sword. That day, Xu Jie had a lot of wine, but he just watched it. When he recalled it, he was mostly worried.

Wu Boyan nodded repeatedly and replied: "It must be something to go. Both the tide and the sword are worth watching, and neither is missing."

Xie Fang was beside him and said, "Brother Wu, you are so elegant."

Wu Boyan rolled his eyes and said unhappy: "I am so vulgar that I am ashamed to be with you."

Xie Fang was stunned and unhappy and replied: "Why did you come to Hangzhou when you come to find me? Do you have no money to drink and ask me to be this sucker?"

Xu Jie saw the two of them teasing each other, and although they looked unhappy, they also knew that they had a very good relationship. They just now. With a smile, he also said: "Mr. Xie and Lu Ziyou's martial arts competition are not fierce, but they are too cold to the top."

When Wu Boyan heard this, he opened his eyes: "Okay, it's so cold that it's so cold, this is a very wonderful word!"

Xie Fang also said: "My little friend Wen Yuan is very talented, and he speaks very well from a high place. He has a profound philosophy. Just for this, he should be clear!"
Chapter completed!