?Yuwen Wen stood up expressionlessly and looked at a person coming in at the door. This person was about thirty or forty years old and looked very handsome. Judging from his clothes, he was quite particular, and his family background~щww~~lā

"My surname is Kong, what do you call me?" The man introduced himself and asked Yuwen Wenlai.

"Someone's surname is Yu."

"Yu Langjun, I was waiting to recite a poem next door just now. The sentence 'It's not right and inappropriate' that Langjun said?"

"That's right, why don't you tell me?"

"Why do you think that "it's not right and not right?"

Seeing that the scene became more and more popular, Zheng Tong asked the man to sit down. Unexpectedly, the two came again. They looked both in their thirties and forties, dressed in extraordinary style. They thought they were officials or children from aristocratic families who came out to drink and have fun together, and were offended by Yuwen Wen's words just now.

Both sides sat down, Yuwen Wen took the previous topic: "What I said just now is nonsense and inappropriate. It is because there is the 'Great Autumn Moon' in that poem. I wonder what month Mr. Kong thinks it is now?"

He called the other party "Mr.", which was very sarcastic. Before Mr. Kong could speak, one of the two men later spoke first: "This gentleman is what I just missed Uncle Wu, just a quote, why are you so nitpicking?"

Seeing Yuwen Wen looking at this person without saying a word, Mr. Kong quickly introduced: "Yu Langjun, this is Guan Langjun, this is Mr. Shen."

"June Guan Langjun, the good news just came, and the people in the city cheered and cheered. I think it was because of his feelings. Why didn't he improvise the poems of his predecessors but quote the poems of his predecessors?"

Yuwen Wen was in a bad mood, so he planned to use his vicious tongue without any scruples. He didn't know who "Uncle Wu thought" was, nor did he want to know who it was. Anyway, he just wanted to hit the gun.

"What's the point of borrowing flowers to offer Buddha?"

"Could Mr. Guan can't write poems?"

The slap was so loud that it sounded like a joke. Not only did the three people change their expressions after hearing this, but even Zheng Tong frowned. Nowadays, saying that people can't write poetry is no different from illiterate Bai Ding.

Whether the poem is good or not is another matter. He felt that these three people should be officials or families, and were scolded as illiterate. This is no different from insults, and things will become more and more trouble!

"Yu...Langjun." The Guan Langjun seemed to be taking a deep breath to relieve his breath, "Why do you say I can't write poetry? I'll be so arbitrary when I hear people quote verses. Isn't that good?"

"Oh, then even if Mr. Guan can write a poem."

The thin Mr. Shen next to him sneered: "Yu Langjun's tone is so big. Could it be that he is arrogant because of his talent?"

"I dare not take it, at least I can write poems." Yu Wenwen mocked every sentence, and slapped him in the other person's face.

"Since that's the case, then I'll listen carefully?"

"Mr. Zheng, let the store bring paper and pen."

"Yu Langjun, just say it right, why use paper and pen? Could it be to delay time?"

"Mr. Shen, I am not Cao Zijian, so I don't need to make a poem in seven steps, right?"

"Hahaha, okay, Shen is too anxious."

"It's okay. Since that's the case, I'll be ugly. But I only know seven-character poems. I wonder if you can see you?"

"Seven-character poem? This is interesting." Guan Langjun touched the beard on his chin when he heard this, and then added an interesting sentence: "It's okay, Yu Langjun can write poetry as much as possible."

Yuwen Wen tidied up his clothes, looked around everyone present, turned around and walked slowly towards the window, and said, "I heard that the government army recovered Huainan Prefecture and County..."

"After a sudden rumor about Jiankang's collection of Huainan, I burst into tears when I first heard it."

"Where is the sorrow of homesickness in my hometown north? I am so happy that I am so happy about poetry and books."

"Singing during the day, you must drink wine, and youth can be accompanied by your companionship and return home."

"I immediately crossed the heavenly chasm from Jingkou and wanted to reach Luoyang and go to Heyang."

After he finished reciting the poem, he happened to walk to the window. The sunshine of the near noon shone on the flowers, plants and trees outside the window, reflecting a lonely figure, just like a scholar who crossed the south, staring blankly at the blurry river view outside the window, as if he wanted to see the distant northern hometown.

The room was silent. Zheng Tong silently recited the seven-character poem "written" by Yuwen Wen, full of surprise. He had never seen Yuwen Wen recite poems, and he recited rare seven-character poems.

This poem is so wonderful!

The first six sentences are very appropriate to the current situation, just like the Nandu people living in Jiankang. After hearing the Southern Dynasties' official army recovered Huainan, they were excited, "swept and full of clothes" and "enraged with joy".

Then she sang and drank, took a boat to Jingkou next to Jiankang while she was young, crossed the Yangtze River and reached the north shore, and then thought about moving towards her hometown.

Where is your hometown? When you arrive in Huainan, you will reach the famous city of Luoyang, then cross the Yellow River to reach Heyang on the north bank. After crossing the south in the late Jin Dynasty, many people living in Jiangnan were dreaming about returning to their hometown north of the Yellow River.

It's just a Yellow River, but it's out of reach.

In the Eastern Jin Dynasty, Liu Song, Xiao Qi, Xiao Liang and the current Chen State, many famous officials and generals led their troops to the north, but they failed again and again on the bank of the Yellow River. No matter how the soldiers of the Southern Army fought, the Yellow River freezes in winter, and the Northern Army cavalry crossed the river and marched southward in a large scale.

The Yellow River Defense Line, the four towns in Henan, the Shuangluo, Huatai, Luoyang, and Hulao, and many soldiers of the Southern Army fought bloody battles here, but failed to withstand the large-scale attack of the Northern Army cavalry. They could only rely on the wings of the Huainan land, Jiangnan Jiankang.

But now this poem has a very good meaning.

Huainan has been recovered, what about Huainan? What about Henan? What about Hebei? If you want to "reach Luoyang", then the official army will definitely recover the prefectures and counties south of the Yellow River. If you want to "go to Heyang", then the north bank of the Yellow River will definitely be recovered. This is to wish the official army to recover the Central Plains!

Zheng Tong didn't know how to describe his mood at this time. As a pure southerner, he could understand that this poem showed ecstasy emotions. If he didn't know the author, he would definitely think that this was written by the Southern Crossing people, and he was sincerely excited for the Southern Dynasties' official army to recover Huainan prefectures and counties.

But... Is this a northerner or a royal family in the Northern Dynasties? How could such a person have such feelings? Not to mention anything else, Zhou and Chen are only hostile, and Yuwen Wen wrote poems to celebrate the enemy's capture of his own territory. What is this?

Zheng Tong was shocked when he thought about this. He didn't know what happened to Yuwen Wen, and he wondered whether he was so angry and confused about the rumors.

"Okay, OK, OK!"

Guan Langjun said three times in a row, and then broke the silence first and then laughed. Kong and Shen also nodded silently, with praise on their faces.

Although this poem is in seven-character style, it is indeed good. The good news came to the whole city, which is very appropriate to everyone's mood at this time. The meaning of the last two sentences is really wonderful!

"Yu Langjun is indeed very literary! Such homesickness, is it that he is a person from the Southern Crossing?"

"A certain ancestor said lightly to Guan Wen that poetry is of course a good poem, but it was a poem written by Du Fu and passed down through the ages. He changed it a little.

"I heard Yu Langjun's accent, it seems that he is also in Guanzhong." Guan Langjun nodded and looked at Yu Wenwen with his eyes full of praise: "Guan is not talented, so he drank and wrote poems with his fellow friends next door. I wonder if Yu Langjun can move and discuss it?"

"A certain rural villager, Ken, is in a bad mood, and may be rude."
Chapter completed!