Meishan Su family, Su Yun is the most virtuous

Chapter 141 New Year’s Eve Poetry Party!

Wang Dai looked at Wen Huanghua and shouted, "Wen Huanghua, tonight is the Lantern Festival, a good day, you won't run away from the battlefield, right?"

Wen Huanghua smiled and said, "You set an ambush here today, even if you win, it's not a fair victory!
But we are heroes of our lives. Even if we are surrounded by enemies on all sides, we have no reason to be afraid. Today, just watch us overcome all obstacles and kill all your enemies. We will make you piss and shit your ass!
I wish to learn from Zhao Zilong of Changshan, and go in and out seven times, to let you know how powerful I, Wen Huanghua, am! "

Wang Dai laughed loudly upon hearing this and said, "Okay, okay, if you are willing to accept it, that's fine. I was afraid that you were the Jiangdong rats who would run away when encountering trouble..."

"Brother Wang! I told you guys, you can do whatever you want, but don't drag us Jiangnan people into this!"

Zeng Yu's voice came.

Everyone was immediately surprised and looked towards the source of the sound. It turned out to be coming from the second floor of the right wing. Zeng Yu and others stood up and looked over here.

Wang Dai cursed in his heart, "You bastard!" and wondered why every time he used the words "Jiangdong rat", Zeng Yu always appeared at the right time?
However, it is not appropriate to make too many enemies today. Wang Dai bowed and said, "Brother Zeng, I am sorry."

Zeng Yu looked at Wang Dai, then at Wen Huanghua and others, thought for a while, and then came over here.

As soon as he came over, a large group of people followed him.

Wang Dai, He Changsheng and others' faces suddenly changed.

Wang Dai asked, "Brother Zeng, what are you doing?"

Zeng Yu smiled and cupped her hands, saying, "The seats over there aren't very good, and we're all classmates, so can we come over here and watch it?"

Wang Dai asked, "Brother Zeng, do you want to join our fight?"

Zeng Yu shook his head and said, "I don't have such an idea. Brother Wang, please do as you please."

Wang Dai and He Changsheng looked at each other and finally felt relieved. If Zeng Yu and the others were to fail, they would not be afraid of the literary fight, but they would be afraid that they would suffer a great loss in the subsequent physical fight.

Wang Dai waved his hand and said, "It's okay, you can sit wherever you like."

Zeng Yu smiled and waved, saying, "Move the table and chairs over here, and let's go to the corner."

Zeng Yu's people happily moved tables and chairs over, wanting to be a spectator and watch the scene from a close distance.

Wen Huanghua snorted and said, "Aren't you afraid of eating the melon yourself?"

He shouted loudly: "Wang Buyi, just follow the old rules and come directly."

Wang Dai said with a smile: "Today is Lantern Festival, let's not play so roughly, let's try something new."

Wen Huanghua's expression changed slightly. He understood what was said. The other party came prepared.

However, Wen Huanghua's expression turned ruthless. With Su Yun here today, he might not lose in a literary fight. As for a physical fight, he would lose anyway, so it didn't matter. Even if he lost today, he had to show his backbone.

Wen Huanghua laughed heartily, with a great demeanor, and said, "Brother Wang, feel free to use whatever tricks you have. We will take them all."

Wang Dai nodded and said, "Brother Zeng and the others are here, and the elders and folks of Bianjing are here to bear witness. Today will definitely be fair and just..."

He reached for a plate, walked over to the railing, and threw it over.

There was a sudden snap and the music stopped.

There was a cry of pain from below, followed by a loud curse: "Who is this wicked bastard who threw things around so carelessly! Come out here, or I'll beat you to death!"

The person nearby looked up and saw that it was Wang Dai. He quickly grabbed the person who was hit and whispered something to him, and the person quickly shut up.

Wang Dai smiled and said, "For each person who goes, the compensation is fifty strings of cash."

Someone hurried downstairs.

Wang Dai then clapped his hands, and music suddenly sounded on the high stage. A beautiful singing girl came out from the backstage and walked on stage. She then looked towards the second floor and said, "Tonight is the Lantern Festival. Master Wang has entrusted us to hold a Lantern Festival poetry gathering. All guests of Fanlou can participate tonight. The winner can spend a good night with Fanlou's newest courtesan Liu Xianglan! All expenses will be borne by Master Wang!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the whole building was filled with joy.

Wen Huanghua and others looked pale.

Zeng Yu and others were in the corner. When they heard these words, they all laughed.

Someone around Zeng Yu laughed and said, "Wen Huanghua and the others may be in big trouble today. Wang Dai and He Changsheng have probably been planning for this day for a long time, and they want to severely humiliate the old party in front of the public and make them lose face.

He even didn't hesitate to spend a huge amount of money. After tonight, there must be thousands of strings of cash left. Tsk, Wang Dai is really risking his life."

Zeng Yu nodded, but she was looking forward to it in her heart. If it was in the past, it would be fine, but tonight, Wen Huanghua’s team has Su Yun, who can write Linjiangxian. Maybe there will be a surprise tonight?

But he immediately shook his head. It seemed that Wang Dai and the others were well prepared. Even with Su Yun there, it would probably not work.

Wang Dai and his team must have already decided on the theme of the poetry, and asked experts to prepare the poetry in advance. How could Su Yun and his team, who composed poetry on the spur of the moment, possibly compete with them?

Zeng Yu took a close look at Su Yun's expression, and sure enough, he looked somewhat surprised. Haha, maybe he had already gotten over it, and was a little shocked.

Zeng Yu seemed to be gloating over the misfortune.

Zeng Yu did not have any hatred towards Su Yun, but Su Yun was Su Shi's nephew, and he heard that Zhang Dun was quite close to him, so naturally he did not have a good impression of Su Yun.

Although his father Zeng Bu and Zhang Dun were all capable of the new law, he was framed by Lu Huiqing, Zhang Dun and others and was banished from the capital. Zeng Yu remembered this great humiliation. Su Yun was close to Zhang Dun, so Zeng Yu naturally disliked Su Yun and was happy to see Su Yun laugh.

Su Yun was indeed shocked at this time because he heard the name of the courtesan Liu Xianglan.

When he first heard it, he felt that the name was familiar, but then he remembered, wasn't this Liu Xianglan, the owner of Xianglan Garden in Jiujiang Tower? Why did she come to Bian Jing, or was it just a coincidence?

At this time, on the high platform, people from Fan Lou moved a huge rack with a large curtain hanging from it. On the curtain was a huge piece of paper, and written on the paper was the theme of tonight's poetry.

There are only two words on it: Lantern Festival.

Wang Dai leaned on the railing and said in a loud voice: "Tonight is the Lantern Festival. The theme is Lantern Festival. Poems, songs and essays are all welcome. The quality of the poems will determine the winner. Please show your talents to the fullest!"

For a moment, the whole building cheered.

Wen Huanghua and others did not look very happy. As expected, the themes were all set and were extremely difficult.

Lantern Festival poems are a very common theme, but the more common it is, the harder it is to write. After all, there have been countless examples of this over the past thousands of years. It would be fine if you write well, but if you just write a piece of crap, you will probably be ridiculed even more miserably!
You don't need to go back too far, just look at the poems of this dynasty. Su Shi's "Dielianhua·Mizhou Shangyuan", Ouyang Xiu's "Shengchazi·Yuanxi", and He Zhuo's "Si Yue Ren" are all extremely wonderful Lantern Festival poems, not to mention the poems of the Tang Dynasty which are even more brilliant. It is really not easy to excel in such a field.

Seeing that everyone looked unhappy, Yang Bing quickly consoled them, "It is not easy to write poems for the Lantern Festival. There are too many masterpieces before us. But we are not comparing ourselves with our predecessors. We only need to compare ourselves with Wang Dai and others."

Pan Jingren sighed and said, "Wang Dai and He Changsheng, these two shameless villains, must have already hired experts to write for them. Moreover, it is a masterpiece that took who knows how long and was revised countless times. How can we compare with them when we wrote it on the spur of the moment?
Forget it, I will lose this literary duel today..."

He looked at everyone's faces, which were even uglier, and then he chuckled and said, "...But, losing the literary fight doesn't matter, I have some ideas for the physical fight."

Everyone looked at Pan Jingren.

Pan Jingren whispered, "When the fight starts, don't worry about others, just focus on Wang Dai and He Changsheng. These two must have made the decision. Even if you have to get a good beating tonight and stay in bed for three months, you have to make these two stay in bed for half a year!"

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone's eyes lit up and excitement appeared on their faces.

Su Yun: “…”

Well, these people are not cowards.

Yang Biao's eyes turned, and he immediately made arrangements: "Ziyi (Pan Jingren), when the fight starts, you and Zining (Xia Yongan) must lead the people to break through the people in front.

Wang Dai and He Changsheng will definitely be protected. If you want to break through the defense circle, Zixuan (Wen Huanghua) and I will lead people to capture Wang Dai and He Changsheng and beat them to death!"

Pan Jingren and Xia Yongan looked at each other, nodded with a fearless attitude, and said, "We may only be able to hold on for a few breaths, you have to hurry."

Wen Huanghua Yang Bing nodded, then looked at Su Yun, Wen Huanghua said: "Ju Zheng, don't worry about us, just write the poems, and give them to us when you are done, you can leave first."

Yang Biao shook his head and said, "Ju Zheng, you should leave first and stop writing. Tonight is a trap. No matter how we write, we can't win. You leave first."

Su Yun looked at everyone in surprise and said, "Isn't it... I look very weak? Why do you want me to retreat first in a fight?"

Everyone looked at Su Yun's burly figure and shook their heads. Yang Bing smiled and said, "Ju Zheng, what we rely on is not our bodies, but our fighting spirit.

Hey, don't get me wrong, we're not saying that you don't have the fighting spirit, it's just that we all know how to get beaten without endangering your life. We're just afraid that you don't have the experience, and it would be terrible if something really goes wrong.

We are counting on you to give us some advice in the future and give these bastards a hard time, but we can’t let you hurt them.”

The others nodded.

Wen Huanghua also advised: "Ju Zheng, wait until this is over, then we will give you special training, so that you can protect your vital parts when you are beaten, and then we will let you join in, otherwise it will be too dangerous."

Su Yun: “…”

Ah, no, you don't want to defeat them, you just get beaten up every day, and even get beaten up to gain experience, you...

Su Yun once again understood what "We were badly bullied by those bastards" meant.

Su Yun shook his head and asked a question, "Zixuan, I have a question for you."

Wen Huanghua smiled and said, "Ask, ask! Tell me everything you know!"

　Su Shi's "Dielianhua·Mizhou Shangyuan"

　　Qiantang is lit for three or five nights, the moon is bright like frost, and the people are like paintings. Under the tent, the sound of the flute is heard, the musk is exhaled, and there is not a speck of dust following the horse.

　　The lonely mountain town is getting old! Beating drums and playing flutes, but entering the farming community. The fire is cold and the lights are dim, under the frost and dew, the snow-like clouds hang over the fields.

　　Ouyang Xiu's "Shengchazi·Lantern Festival"

　　At Yuan Ye last year, the flower market lights up like the day. Willow heads on the moon, people meet after dusk.

　　This year's Lantern Festival, the moon and lanterns are still the same. But I don't see the person from last year, tears are all over my sleeves.

　　He Zhuo's "Thinking of the Yue People"

　　The east wind blows in the purple palace at night. The lotus and plum blossoms accompany people home. The five o'clock bell rings and the music and singing fade away. The moon is bright for ten miles and the lights are sparse.

　　The fragrance is lingering, the dream is lingering. The world is cold and I have to take off my spring clothes. I don’t know where the Phoenix City is, and a wild goose flies across the lonely starry sky.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)