I am in Water Margin, I, Ximen Qing, stir-fry Pan Jinlian

In the hall, Zhao Mingcheng and Li Qingzhao had already prepared a feast, and the tables in the garden were soon covered with all kinds of wine, vegetables, fruits, and meats.

The guests and hosts were seated, under the shadow of plum blossom trees, with laughter and wine glasses clinking, creating a warm atmosphere.

Zhao Mingcheng seemed particularly talkative today and showed his profound knowledge to everyone without hesitation.

Xin Zan was also well-informed and had a very good chat with Zhao Mingcheng.

Li Qingzhao was relatively silent today, just chatting with Cui about home affairs, occasionally looking at Ximen Qing and Luan Tingyu, and inviting them to taste wine and delicacies.

Ximen Qing did not expect that Luan Tingyu not only knew boxing, but also read many books.

He introduced the customs of Yazhou and Guangnan East Road and West Road to everyone, and everyone was fascinated.

Although Ximen Qing has not read many books by sages and rarely leaves Yunzhou, he is a son of a wealthy family.

At this banquet, he could only try to keep a low profile and chat with everyone about insignificant topics.

Ximen Qing originally came to this banquet to see Li Qingzhao, and was naturally not interested in the sage books discussed by Zhao Mingcheng and others.

From time to time, he secretly glanced at Li Qingzhao, trying to see what was different between her and other women.

However, Li Qingzhao did not show much talent today and looked no different from Cui next to him.

Only occasionally, Ximen Qing could feel Li Qingzhao secretly looking at him.

But when he looked at her, Li Qingzhao had already shifted his gaze, making it impossible to guess what she was thinking.

Ximen Qing saw a few blushes on Li Qingzhao's elegant and refined face, which was even more dazzling than the red plums on her head.

This woman may have been a little tipsy due to the drinking atmosphere at the table, and was not very good at drinking at the bar?

Accompanied by the gurgling of the clear spring and the subtle fragrance of plum blossoms, the atmosphere at the banquet became more and more harmonious. As time passed, half a day had passed without realizing it.

Both the guests and the host enjoyed themselves to the fullest, and the wine flowing between the cups made everyone a little drunker.

Zhao Mingcheng was so interested that he ordered his servants to get the Four Treasures of the Study, splashed ink with brush and ink, and wrote several powerful epigraphic calligraphy works.

Amid the admiration of the crowd, he felt filled with pride, and then he wanted to compete with several friends present to discuss the art of poetry.

Zhao Mingcheng first showed a poem that he had been thinking about recently, which won unanimous applause from Xin Zan and others.

Xin Zan was not to be outdone and improvised a poem, the level of which was no less than that of Zhao Mingcheng's work.

Li Qingzhao, who is known as the crown prince of poetry, did not start writing. Instead, she and Cui watched every move of Ximen Qing and Luan Tingyu with a smile.

Ximen Qing didn't seem to care about the poetry of the occasion. He leisurely picked up a piece of preserved fruit with wooden chopsticks and put it into his mouth. He half-squinted his eyes and indulged in the sweet taste.

The delicious taste of preserved fruits made him completely immersed in it, as if everything in the outside world, including the eyes of everyone, had nothing to do with him.

In contrast, Luan Tingyu seemed a little restless.

He finally stood up and left the table. After lingering for a while, he recited a poem that fit the occasion. Although it was not outstanding, it was still satisfactory.

Seeing this, Xin Zan turned to Ximen Qing and suggested implicitly:"Brother Ximen, Brother Yu has seen that you are also a learned person, so you will definitely be able to recite poems and write poems. Today at this elegant gathering of plum blossom appreciation, why not recite an impromptu poem, Let us open our eyes?"

Ximen Qing responded humbly:"Brother Xin, Brother Zhao, and the two ladies here, I have been fond of martial arts since I was a child, and I am not good at poetry. Although there are some books in the house, I really I am proficient in fists and kicks, but as for poetry, I only know a little bit about it. Today, in front of this layman Yi An, who is both talented and beautiful, how dare I try to do anything he wants?" He insisted on his position and refused to show himself in front of everyone. Not good at talents

"What a pity. My sister and I both looked forward to seeing Lord Ximen fighting bravely against thieves, but it seems that we will not be able to do so."Xin Zan's wife sighed regretfully.

Li Qingzhao looked at Ximen Qing with a sigh, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, showing a bit of disappointment.

Is this Lord Ximen really just a rough martial artist who lacks literary talent? What a waste. His handsome appearance...

Ximen Qing noticed the subtle change in Li Qingzhao's mood and thought that this artistic woman really prefers men with strong cultural atmosphere. Should I show my talent in front of her?

Zhao Mingcheng heard what Ximen Qing just said. , he felt ashamed in front of Yi An, a well-known talented woman, but did not mention himself, and he couldn't help but feel a little unhappy in his heart.

You, a country bumpkin who has just come into contact with literature and ink, do you know what articles, poems and poems are?

Do I, who have received a higher education, An educated imperial student and a scholar full of poems and books are not enough to be appreciated by an ignorant person like you?

Zhao Mingcheng cleared his throat and said:"Brother Ximen, do you know that Confucius once said: If substance is better than literary talent, it will be popular. It is crude; if the literary talent outweighs the substance, it will be vain. Only when literary talent and substance complement each other can one be a gentleman. Brother, when the Zhao family and the scholar-bureaucrats share the power of the world, we should study more and follow the right path!"

Hmph, this guy is clearly mocking me for not studying and being rough. It seems that I can't do it without showing off my talent.

Ximen Qing thought to himself, I just need to pick up a few poems by famous people and I can make this guy do it. Ashamed. Later, what kind of poem should I write?

With a thought in his heart, Ximen Qing suddenly recalled a familiar poem, which was memorized in middle school. The poem"The Great Jiangdong Goes to the East to Wander and Plunder, and the Romantic Persons Through the Ages"……"How impressive. I wonder if you will be scared?

Oh, wait, this poem seems to be"Niannujiao·Chibi Nostalgia" written by Su Dongpo!

I heard that Li Qingzhao's father, Li Gefei, was once Su Dongpo's favorite disciple and was known as one of the four scholars of Su family.

If he had written this poem, I am afraid that Li Gefei would not be able to sit still in Jiuquan's bed, and maybe he would jump out and worship me as his teacher?

Fortunately, he stopped it in time and did not show his weakness in front of these experts. It seems that poems written before the Northern Song Dynasty can no longer be copied, so what other poems can we learn from?

Ximen Qing pondered for a moment, then stood up, walked to the desk, and started writing. Everyone's eyes fell on him, and they were surprised.

Li Qingzhao's eyes lit up and he looked at Ximen Qing with all his attention. I saw his thoughts flowing like a fountain, his pen moving quickly, and he completed the poem on the paper in an instant...

After the banquet, Ximen Qing and Luan Tingyu followed Xin Zan back to Xinjiazhuang.

After taking a short rest, they were about to return to Yanggu County.

In the garden of Shuyutang, a poem written by Ximen Qing lies quietly on the desk.

Zhao Mingcheng and Li Qingzhao stood under the flower tree, their eyes falling on the poems on the desk.

Zhao Mingcheng sighed with emotion:"I didn't expect that Brother Ximen would be so talented and have such a profound knowledge of poetry!"

At his feet, there was a ball of shredded paper, which was a poem he had written before.

Li Qingzhao did not speak, but silently stared at the poems on the paper and murmured softly:

"What kind of person is this official Ximen?"