Yan Mansion.

The old man commented on a lot of poems, but the poems handed over to the scene have gradually become rare.

The old man smiled and said, "Is there any? If not, I see that Mr. Yan's Mid-Autumn Festival poem is the best tonight. Everyone should have no objection, right?"

There was a smile on Yan Shu's lips.

Tonight's banquet was about meeting an old friend, but it was actually not just paving the way for his youngest son. I gave him time to ponder poems in advance and made some modifications for him, just to make him more famous on this Mid-Autumn night.

But when someone laughed, Yan Shu turned around and saw that it was Yang Riyan, a scholar of Jixian Pavilion, and Yan Shu was a little surprised.

Yang Riyan smiled and said, "Scholar Ouyang is a proud disciple of Xianggong Yan, and is also famous for his literary reputation. Tonight is the Mid-Autumn Festival, why not invite Scholar Ouyang to write an inscription so that everyone can appreciate it?"

Ouyang Xiu was stunned.

Ouyang Bian sneered. This Yang Riyan is really a villain who will retaliate against the slightest. He will be stabbed when he sees the opportunity.

My father is not a young man, so he doesn't have to show off at such poetry meetings. Of course, he has not made any preparations.

Although it is not impossible to write a picture on the spot, without meticulous crafting, you may not be able to surpass Yan Jidao's poem.

Ouyang Xiu, a famous person, made not as good as Yan Jidao, who was sixteen or seventeen years old, so he became Yan Jidao's stepping stone.

Could it be that Yan Shu designed this game to make his father a stepping stone to his son become famous?

But I didn't know that Yan Shu was also a little displeased.

First of all, his youngest son Yan Jidao was about to win the first place, but Yang Riyan came out to make trouble. If Ouyang Xiuzhen made a good word, wouldn’t he have stolen the limelight of his son?

Secondly, he knew the grudge between Yang Riyan and his disciple. Although he didn’t like this disciple, you are asking for trouble for my disciple in front of everyone. Isn’t this also slapping me in the face?

He coughed gently: "Sir Yang, today is giving young people a chance. Let's forget about Uncle Yong, a middle-aged man with gray hair."

Yang Riyan was not afraid of Yan Shu. In his opinion, Yan Shu had already retreated and gave him face. What else could he do if he didn't give face?

"Bachelor Ouyang, you are a Hanlin bachelor. You won't be able to even make words that suit your expectations. If you can't even do this, what's the face of you to compile the "New Book of Tang" for Your Majesty?"

Yang Riyan said righteously.

Everyone at the scene suddenly became turbulent.

This is no longer an ordinary provocation, it is a political struggle!

Ouyang Xiu stayed because of his study of "New Book of Tang", and became a Hanlin bachelor because of his study. If he was questioned that his knowledge was not enough to be appointed, then Ouyang Xiu would not be in the name of Bianjing.

Ouyang Bian was furious.

Yang Riyan was really too bullying. He was impeached and criticized himself for being impeached. He also harmed his father again and again. If his father hadn't been full of resilience, he would have given up on himself long ago.

Now that I finally came back, this villain was still reluctant to let go and drove his family out of Bianjing and killed them all. It was really too much!

Ouyang Xiu's face turned pale, and his hands under his long sleeves were trembling with anger.

Wang Gongchen quickly came out to rescue Ouyang Xiu: "Yang Xueshi is so powerful. Uncle Yong's talent is unknown to anyone in the world. The most suitable person to study "New Book of Tang"..."

Yang Riyan sneered: "Since you have knowledge, why is it difficult to fill out a small poem? Isn't it that Mr. Ouyang is really a person who deceives the world and steals his reputation?"

The old man who commented on the poem slowly stood up and said in a deep voice: "Master Yang, are you questioning my choice?"

Yang Riyan finally changed his face and bowed, "Mr. Liu, it's not that I questioned you. I originally just wanted to ask Lord Ouyang to fill in a small lyric to share with everyone, but Lord Ouyang pushed him and stopped him, which made me doubt it."

Mr. Liu...oh, it's Liu Han.

Liu Han's face looked like water, and he looked at Yang Riyan deeply.

Ouyang Xiu shook his sleeves: "Hmph!..."

He was about to speak, but his youngest son Ouyang Bian next to him pulled his sleeves, and Ouyang Bian, who was kneeling, stood up.

"Is this Mr. Yang? I am really upright. My father often talks about you to me."

Ouyang Bian said frankly, with a slightly sharp voice from children spread throughout the courtyard.

Because everyone was kneeling on the table, although Ouyang Bian was short, he was able to be seen clearly by everyone.

"Whose child is this? Why are he so bold?" someone asked.

"Oh, this is Uncle Ouyang Yong's youngest son. I don't know the name, but my nickname should be called a monk. I heard Uncle Ouyang Yong talk about him like this." A familiar person introduced.

Yang Riyan sneered: "What are the little child talking nonsense? Is there no parents in the family to teach me?"

Ouyang Bian was surprised: "I heard from my father that Mr. Yang respects the elderly and loves the young, and is a moral gentleman, so he admires it very much. But now... hey, there are many people who deceive the world and steal the reputation, which is really disappointing."

Speaking with his tender little face, he showed a look of depressedness and disappointment, which made many people unable to help but squirt.

Mr. Liu looked at Wang Gongchen, and Wang Gongchen nodded slightly, Mr. Liu couldn't help but smile.

This time, Yang Riyan's face turned pale, and he shouted loudly: "Ouyang Xiu, just let your son mess around in this occasion?"

Ouyang Xiu laughed: "It's you who's messing around."

"You!" Yang Riyan pointed at Ouyang Xiu so much that he was trembling all over.

Ouyang Bian shouted: "Grandpa Yan, I also want a piece of paper and pen, and I happen to have some inspiration."

Yan Shu was stunned and realized that the little boy was calling him.

Although he was dissatisfied with Ouyang Xiu, he still had some affection for this cute little guy. He quickly ordered the people next to him: "Okay, give the little monk a piece of paper and pen."

The courtesan next to him quickly took the waiter's paper and pen, swayed his waist and walked towards Ouyang Bian, half-squatted down and placed it on the table, and said softly: "Young Master, do you need me to polish the ink for you?"

Touch?

Ouyang Bian was stunned. No, it’s not a bit insulting in public. Moreover, I’m so young, so... Hey, no, is it a tangerine?

Ouyang Bian looked at this teenage courtesan with deep meaning. I didn’t expect you to be such a courtesan!

Jueli Huagu was shocked by Ouyang Bian's eyes that were like a deep pool. She had never seen any child with such deep eyes.

Ouyang Bian smiled: "Then I'll be lucky."

Jueli Huagu came to his senses and quickly used the help of ink to hide his loss of composure.

Ouyang Bian was not in a hurry and walked a few steps in front of the table with his little hands on his back.

Yang Riyan mocked: "I'm afraid I can't think of it?"

Ouyang Bian's eyes suddenly lit up: "I have it!"

He knelt down at the table, gently lifted the pen to grind it, and gently moved the tip of the pen, and then wrote slowly on the paved rice paper.

Jueli Huagu was kneeling beside him. When Ouyang Bian wrote the first sentence, she was a little dissatisfied. When the second sentence appeared, her face changed a little, and when the third sentence appeared, her face was a little surprised.

When the fourth sentence appeared, she couldn't help but exclaim, and realized something was wrong, so she quickly covered her mouth with her little hands.

Her scream aroused the curiosity of the people at the scene, and Ouyang Xiu's surprise expression beside Ouyang Bian was even more curious.

Most people hold their own identities, but the young Yan Jidao couldn't help it and walked from one side to Ouyang Bian.

"This is a song of water tune..."

Yan Jidao stopped after saying this, with a look of shock on his face and his words stopped.

At this time, Ouyang Bian was about to put down his pen, and suddenly looked at Jueli Huagu with his little head tilted: "What's your name?"

When Jueli's thought of some possibilities, he was so excited that his whole body trembled, and he said tremblingly: "I... Lu Caiwei."

Ouyang Bian nodded and added a sentence behind - Giving it to Lu Caiwei.

Ouyang Xiu next to him turned dark.

The courtesan girl let out a moan and fell to the ground, and fainted from surprise.

Ouyang Xiu glared at Xiaoer fiercely.

Ouyang Bian glared at me without caring about it - you are so embarrassed to say to me, you were much more slutty than me when you were young.
Chapter completed!