Super Internet Cafes in Other Worlds

"Brother Ouyang and Brother Li, don't rush to leave. Shen Xiang sitting here didn't see you come forward to toast. It's not because Shen Xiang is not in his eyes!"

The expressions of Ouyang Qian and Li Yan changed. These words would be too murderous. If Shen Xiang really took it to heart, then the two of them would be struggling in officialdom from now on.

Of course, some people helped to say: "You can't say that. Brother Ouyang and Brother Li may not be strong enough to drink. Shen Xiang is the teacher of the world's students, and the teacher is very important. He will not care about this trivial matter."

At this time, Shen Youliang was a little upset by everyone toasting, and his lover was caught by Baiqiwei, and he was not in a good mood. He got up and said, "Why don't we have a fun with this wine!"

Shen Youliang ordered the guards to fetch a fruit bowl and ordered everyone to carry around and buckle something on the bottom of the bowl.

"Everyone can turn around now. Let's write a poem on the theme of night, and the poet can come forward and shoot and guess what is in this basin? If you guess it, I will drink this glass with him!"

As soon as Shen Youliang's words came out, the sages' eyes became fierce, allowing Shen Xiang to drink a large glass of wine and spread it out to the capital.

What scholars care about most is fame, and some people see that this is Shen Youliang's strategy of killing two birds with one stone, which not only allows him to learn scholarship, but also allows himself to relax for a while.

After saying this, someone walked out and said loudly: "Last learner to meet Shen Xiang, I am Qilu Zhang Zhong."

Shen Youliang nodded and motioned for him to read the poem.

Zhang Zhong cleared his throat and said, "Snowy night leaves the departed Zongtang, and the breeze looks across to Nanxiang. The painting of Zhengyan wailing ape all day long, with a bright moon and a fragrant cloud on the top of the mountain."

"Okay!" Someone applauded.

The first half of this poem tells that Zhang Zhongxue took his wife out of the house and came to the bank of the Xiangjiang River to say goodbye to his wife. Now that he was admitted to Juren, his mind flew back to his hometown like a wild goose. Under the white moon, he saw his wife walking. On the temples of the mirror.

Shen Youliang smiled and nodded: "Yes!"

With Shen Xiang's approval, Zhang Zhong's face flushed, and his chest was puffed up.

"You can shoot it?" Shen Youliang pointed to Guopen and said.

Zhang Zhong thought for a moment and said, "I guess it's a piece of jade pendant!"

Shen Xiang shook his head and glanced at the full glass of wine next to the fruit bowl.

Zhang Zhong picked up the wine glass, drank it in one sip, and bowed his hands.

"It's not Yupei, what is it?" everyone whispered.

"Brother Ouyang, guess what will be in that fruit bowl?" Li Yan asked.

Ouyang Qian smiled bitterly and shook his head: "How can Shen Xiang's mind be you and I can guess."

Li Yan smiled: "That's right, I went up and guessed it first." As the president of the Zhulin Poetry Society, he has a very high level of poetry. Only a moment in his mind, the verse came.

He squeezed forward and said, "Qilu Li Yan, see Xiang Shen!"

"The green hills circle the city, and the green water flows quietly and deep. Suddenly hearing the meaning of Zhang Juyi, lights are still lit in the middle of the night.

As soon as this poem came out, everyone was quiet for an instant, and it was definitely a masterpiece. In the dead of night, the student thought of the interpretation of the scriptures in the middle of the night, so he got up from the bed and lit the lamp and started to write a essay.

When some students listened to this poem, they felt a lot of emotions, as if they saw themselves, their noses sore, and tears fell. I thought that I had been admitted to Juren, and I no longer had to hold the scriptures every day, like before. This feeling was broken by Li Yan's poem and touched the softest part of my heart.

Many students began to wipe their tears secretly.

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Shen Xiangdao: "The poem is good, how many places did you get on the exam?"

Li Yan arched his hands: "One hundred and twenty-four."

Shen Xiang nodded: "Then you can guess what is inside this fruit plate, right?"

Li Yan said, "I guess it's a wine glass!"

"wrong!"

Li Yan picked up a full glass of wine and drank it in one sip.

He smacked his lips and quit.

"This wine is really strong!" Li Yan slapped with his tongue out.

If Li Feng were here, he would kindly tell him: "What is this wine, is it different from water? You may need a cup of Erguotou."

Most of the students were defeated in the shooting test, and a few students did not get Shen Xiang's approval in the poetry test. They were fined a glass of wine and left the field angrily.

What a treacherous old man!

Shen Youliang was stroking his beard, with an unpredictable look.

Ouyang Qian was startled, and said in his heart: Shen Xiang has been stroking his beard, the thing under the fruit plate, wouldn't it be one of his beards? He was breathing quickly, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that his ideas were right.

"No one stepped forward to shoot, why not end the Luming Banquet tonight!" Shen Xiang said lightly, with a look of disappointment on his face.

The scholars scratched their ears and scratched their cheeks, and no one dared to stop them. They couldn't guess but they wanted to drink a large glass of wine. At the beginning, Qilu Zhang Zhong was drunk and fell on the ground, unconscious.

"Slow!" Ouyang Qian shouted.

All the scholars suddenly saw the savior and looked at Ouyang Qian all together. They sincerely hope that Ouyang Qian can help them guess the answer. If not, the students who have not passed the exam will mock them tomorrow, even Shenxiang’s. I can't guess the puzzles, and it seems that there is no real talent for juren.

They were not crowded, and spontaneously gave way to Ouyang Qian.

"Later, Ouyang Qian, a person from Luzhou in southern Anhui, visited Shen Xiang."

Shen Youliang nodded and said, "You can write poems!"

Ouyang Qian opened the mouth and said: "The return date is not yet due, Bashan night rain rises up the autumn pond. Why should we cut the candles at the west window, but talk about Bashan night rain." Very shameless, Ouyang Qian, the gentle gentleman, actually stolen Li Feng's poem, huh. , No, it is a poem by Li Shangyin.

As soon as the verse came out, the whole garden was shocked!

The old man Shen Youliang nodded frequently and said hello three times!

The artistic conception of this poem is a scene where the pond is full of water on a night of lingering autumn rain in the fall, and he is alone in the house leaning on the bed to meditate. The artistic conception is natural and the literary talent is brilliant!

Li Yan was even more surprised: "Is this Luzhou Mansion all abnormal?"

"Just shoot it!" Shen Youliang pointed to Guopan.

Ouyang Qian arched his hands and said, "I guess it is a beard of Shen Xiang!"

Shen Youliang was stunned for a moment, then laughed, and opened the fruit plate, with a black and white beard lying in the middle of the fruit plate with his fingertips!