"Hahaha... Mr. Xu was joking. How could a disciple of the saint, the half-step saint, the eldest son of Wen, not write a poem?!"

Zhu Chengyi stood up at this time and chuckled at Xu Xian who had put down the wine jar.

"If Mr. Xu really doesn't want to write a poem and just say it, you don't have to drink wine! Mr. Zhu is here to give three cups, so please ask Mr. Xu to write a poem!"

After saying that, Zhu Chengyi directly picked up the wine pot and poured three glasses of wine for himself and lit the bottom of the cup.

Ye Tao also stood up at this time and said lightly with his hands behind his back.

"Does Mr. Xu disdain to write poetry with us? Or do you really know how to write poetry? Today, talented people from Jinling gather here, and Mr. Xu can't do it, and I won't laugh at you. There is no need to do this."

At this time, Chuchu opened her mouth to say something, but she finally chose to remain silent.

Because at this time, no matter what she said, she could only keep silent.

Xu Xian slowly stood up at this time and looked at Ye Tao and others with a smile.

Obviously, those just now did not happen for no reason.

Ye Tao is here to save his face this time, or... he wants to step on himself!

It’s useless to step on Xu Xian, but Xu Xian’s teacher is the half-step saint Xu Wenchang!

If you can step on the poems of Xu Wenchang’s disciples, isn’t Ye Tao the only one in Jiang Zuo?!

Even when he arrived at the capital, his name Ye Tao would spread wildly.

"Since you are so kind, you will not be pretentious."

Xu Xian raised his hand and took the wine jar and slapped it open, and drank it with his head raised.

Putting down the wine jar, sighed: "The teacher always says that poetry is nothing but a small path, and it's just about expressing your feelings occasionally..."

"If you are addicted to it, you will lose the way of benevolence and ritual."

After saying that, he threw away the wine jar: "I was young at that time and didn't understand the reason. When I came in, I suddenly understood the teacher's painstaking efforts! Since you said this today, I will just express my feelings to you!"

Ye Tao and the others looked sarcastic. Just now, they watched Xu Xian reject them all the way and affirmed one thing: Xu Xian was sure that the poems were not done well.

Otherwise, how could a scholar be criticized for being criticized for his poems and even punished himself for drinking and refusing to write poems?

Let’s talk about it again. Will the half-step saint not let his disciples write poems?!

This joke is not funny at all, but more importantly, the name of Xu Erlang in Qiantang is at most that story book.

But no poem has ever been heard!

If he is good at poetry, even if he makes a slightly proud poem, his teacher, Xu Wenchang, can be famous in Jiangnan!

"The boy doesn't know the taste of sorrow..."

After taking a jar of wine, Xu Xian chanted the first sentence.

"Fall in love with the floor, fall in love with the floor... I forcefully say sadness to write new words."

When the first part was chanted, Chuchu's eyes suddenly shone!

The young man climbed up to look into the distance, and the picture of forcing the forced sorrow to write new poems is vividly displayed on the paper.

But Ye Tao and a few people were slightly dark in their faces.

Isn’t this “forced to say sorrow for writing new lyrics” pointing at them and slapping them in the face?!

All the people, including Ye Tao, just now, aren’t the poems they wrote just like this “forced to say sorrow to write new lyrics”?!

With a "bang", Xu Xian put down the wine jar and raised his head and roared out again.

"Now I know the taste of sorrow, I want to say it but stop... I want to say it but stop, but I say it's cold... It's so autumn."

When the second chapter was read out, Chu Chu stood up in a daze.

His eyes were hooked up and looking at Xu Xian. At this time, Xu Xian laughed after he finished reciting and said, "Please show his ugly face!"

After saying that, he leaned on the railing and started drinking again without caring about Ye Tao and others.

Only Ye Tao and others were left with a blank expression on their faces, and Chuchu stood up in a moving manner.

He murmured to himself: "I want to say a break... but I say it's cool, it's so autumn! I say it's cool, it's so autumn!"

The first and second chapters tell the whole story of not knowing sorrow when I was young, and when I was young, I was sad without saying anything.

Just a few dozen words, but it fully explains the changes in his state of mind.

Just this poem is the poem carefully prepared by those people just now, and it is completely incomplete.

Not only did they beat the poems and lyrics to the point of being completely exhausted, but they also slapped their faces from the root!

Aren’t they the typical example of “forced to say sorrow to write new words”?!

A group of rich children and young men, how can you worry about anything?!

"Xu Hanwen! You...you are simply messing around!"

Zhu Chengyi was the first to sit still, especially when he saw Chu Chu was a little obsessed with this poem by Xu Hanwen, and even snatched the notebook from the maid and quickly wrote down the poem.

Zhu Chengyi suddenly became angry: "The previous word does not match the meaning of the latter, the level and tone are not correct!...What evil way are you doing!!"

Xu Xian seemed too lazy to copy him, but just leaned on the railing with a smile and looked at the Qinhuai River in a daze.

Zhu Chengyi became more angry when he saw this. He clearly didn't take him seriously!

"Brother Bohan! Look at Xu Hanwen, it is a disgrace to be a disgrace to be a disgrace to be a disgrace to be a disgrace to be a disgrace to be a disgrace to be a disgrace to be a disgrace to be a disgrace to be a disgrace to be a disgrace to be a disgrace to be a disgrace to be a disgrace to be a disgrace to be a disgrace to be a disgrace to be a disgrace

Bohan is Ye Tao's name, and Ye Tao frowned when he saw this.

But before he could say something, Chuchu took the lead: "Erlang, can I fill in this lyrics and sing a song?"

As soon as he said this, Ye Tao's face turned red. Chuchu's move was clearly another way to scold them all!

A group of people wrote poems, and Chuchu just wrote down a poem that he had not said yet and wanted to fill in a song and sing.

But as soon as Xu Xian was written, she spoke directly to fill in the song and talk about it.

This is already another way of contempt, and the meaning is very clear: you are so stupid, everything you do is a mess!

"Miss Chuchu!!"

Ye Tao's face turned red, so he simply called "Miss Chuchu" instead of even Chuchu. It was obvious that he was already very angry now!

But Chu Chu smiled and bowed to Ye Taoying: "Young Master Ye, I like Erlang's poem very much, and I have lost my composure! I am telling you that Young Master Ye will laugh."

As soon as she said this, Ye Tao became even more angry. Chuchu used to call him "Bohan".

Now he calls me "Young Master Ye", which obviously means to draw a clear line with him.

Chuchu is actually very angry. You can’t make such good words yourself, but you still don’t allow others to make such good words?!

If you let you do whatever you want, I don’t know how many people on the Qinhuai River will laugh at me.

"Hahaha... OK! What a 'but it's cool and autumn'! But I don't know which masterpiece is it. Can you be lucky to meet me?!"

At this time, a green boat slowly floated in the Qinhuai River.

Two thin old men on the Qingzhou, wearing white-haired Confucian robes, who looked about fifty years old, looked at the flower boat and asked loudly.

Ye Tao was already full of anger. Seeing that these two Confucian scholars were actually coming to praise Xu Xian's stinky feet, he immediately spread his anger on them.

"Where did these two poor people come from?! Why are there these stupid people who don't even understand the way of poetry on the Qinhuai River now holding their feet everywhere?!"

Xu Xian stood up at this time, patted the railing and smiled at the two old scholars below with a sudden change in expression.

"That word was just a random work by the family. If the two of you don't mind the evil dogs barking here, they will come up to drink a jar!"
Chapter completed!