Straight man of steel

Chapter 13 Even if you are weak, you still have to slap your face (please recommend)
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I have made up my mind to do things in a low-key way and be a low-key person. Although you are my benefactor father, is it really good to suddenly let me write poems like this?

At this time, Zhang Yuan suddenly had the feeling that when he was young, his parents had to perform a show in front of his relatives when he was celebrating the New Year at home.

There are only three words for this feeling.

Mom sells batches.

Although Zhang Yuan was very reluctant, seeing the hopeful eyes of the gold master's father, he tidied up his clothes and walked to the center of the hall.

Seeing Sima Xiangru's unabashed contempt, Zhang Yuan, a salty fish, had a fighting spirit in his heart.

Can't your Sima Xiangru pretend? Dad, I can pretend better than you.

"Gentlemen, the villain can only read a few words, so he is not considered outstanding in literary talent. If the poems he makes pollute the ears of the noblemen, please forgive me and don't blame the villain."

This banquet was the first time for such a group of people to meet Zhang Yuan, and it was also the first time for Zhang Yuan to meet these people. Zhang Yuan believed that strangers could tolerate each other.

Zhang Yuan cleared his throat and quickly went through the poems he wanted to read in his mind, and after choosing, he took a bottle of rice wine from his desk and drank it all in one gulp.

This style of painting has already whetted the appetite of everyone present, if Zhang Yuan can't write any good poems, his reputation will be rotten in Linqiong today, but there is no but, Zhang Yuan will not let these people down.

"Don't you see it, the water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky, rushes to the sea and never returns.

See you, Gaotangmingjing has white hair in sorrow, and the morning is like blue silk and snow in the evening.

Life is full of joy, so that the gold is empty for the moon.

I am born to be useful, and come back when my wealth is gone.

Cooking sheep and slaughtering cows is fun, and you will have to drink three hundred cups.

Master Cen, Dan Qiusheng, will be drinking, not stop drinking.

A song with Junge, please listen to me.

Bells, drums, and jade are not expensive, but I hope I won’t wake up after being drunk.

In ancient times, the saints and sages were lonely, and only the drinkers kept their names.

When Chen Wang was in the old days, he feasted in peace and joy, and fought with thousands of wines.

Why did the master say that the money is too small, so he has to sell it to the king.

Five-flowered horses, thousands of golden furs, Hu'er will exchange for fine wine, and sell the eternal sorrow with you. "

The banquet was quiet, and Zhang Yuan couldn't calm down at all after reciting. The people present here are all people in Linqiong who can read and write short essays. Seeing them all dumbfounded, Zhang Yuan suddenly felt a sense of loneliness. a feeling of.

As if he was not of the same kind as these people, he laughed at himself, let go of his right hand and let the wine bottle fall to the ground.

The sound of gold and stone hitting woke all these people up, and Zhuo Wangsun's hello broke the silence.

After bowing to the three superiors, Zhang Yuan retreated to his position.

I am like a god who has fallen into the mortal world, but without the slightest bit of magic power, I have to be controlled by these mortals in order to survive.

Powerless and alone.

"Mr. Sima, I don't know if the poems written by my retainer can catch your eyes."

"It's considered a good work, but it's not so good in my eyes."

Zhang Yuan, who was a little depressed just now because of the sudden sense of loneliness, now heard Sima Xiangru's comment, and suddenly became furious.

Fuck, it’s too much to pretend, it’s not in your eyes, mom sells batches, letter balls, tamping goods, silly batches, damn.

Zhang Yuan's mind was filled with these fragrant words, and he couldn't stop at all.

Obviously Sima Xiangru's answer made Zhuo Wangsun a little embarrassed, and suddenly he didn't know how to answer the next sentence, he opened his mouth and froze in place.

Wang Ji didn't know if it was because he felt that his friend's comments were unfair. Seeing that Zhuo Wangsun was a little embarrassed, he spoke to try to resolve it.

"Changqing talks about playing the qin very well. The poem written by Young Master Zhang must be something that everyone is still interested in. How about letting Changqing play a piece of music?"

Obviously, Sima Xiangru was more popular than Zhang Yuan. As soon as Wang Ji suggested it, hundreds of people immediately agreed with him, and they were about to lift Sima Xiangru to the sky.

Sima Xiangru declined several times, but finally came down and sat in front of the piano, ready to play.

At this time, Zhang Yuan, who was unhappy, suddenly realized that Zhuo Wenjun seemed to fall in love with Sima Xiangru because he played the piano. After looking at the screen, an idea came to Zhang Yuan's mind.

As long as you still want to flirt with girls, Dad, if I can make you successful, you are just insulting your status as the son of time travel.

"Young Master Sima, don't you know what tune you want to play?"

Sima Xiangru probably didn't like anyone who stole the limelight in front of him, and he was also very resistant to Zhang Yuan. Facing Zhang Yuan's question, he only spit out three words.

"Feng Qiuhuang."

Alright, it really is this song, just wait for it, you bastard.

After receiving Sima Xiangru's reply, Zhang Yuan immediately turned and said to Wang Ji.

"Magistrate Wang, when the villain heard the name of this song, I suddenly felt something in my heart. I wonder if it is possible to fill in the words and sentences of this song along the wind when Mr. Sima is playing the piano."

Everyone is happy to see this kind of thing happen. The main thing is to see what Sima Xiangru means.

"Changqing, what do you think of Mr. Zhang's proposal?"

The song Zhang Yuan chanted just now made Sima Xiangru feel a little depressed. At this moment, he suddenly felt that letting Zhang Yuan cooperate with him might be an opportunity to overwhelm Zhang Yuan.

If all the people here feel that Zhang Yuan's lyrics are not suitable for their own music, then it will be interesting at that time.

"can."

After speaking, Sima Xiangru began to pluck the strings without reminding Zhang Yuan.

As the first melody was played by Sima Xiangru, Zhang Yuan walked directly in front of him and stood directly between the screen and Sima Xiangru.

Pretending to be coercive is not the purpose, and Zhang Yuan's intention is to disturb Sima Xiangru's good deeds.

"Fengxi Fengxi returns to her hometown, and travels all over the world to seek her phoenix.

When I haven't met Xi and I have no generals, why Wu Xi has risen to the church today!
There are beautiful ladies in the boudoir, and the people in the room are poisoning my intestines.

He Yuan's neck is a mandarin duck, and Hu Jie is flying together!
Huang Xi Huang Xi lives with me, and I have to entrust Yu Wei to be the concubine forever.

Friendship and heart are harmonious, who will know each other in the middle of the night?

With both wings up and flying high, I feel sad because I think about it without feeling. "

The end of the song falls.

Sima Xiangru looked very excited, feeling that Zhang Yuan's words were less meaningful than his song, so he raised his eyebrows at Zhang Yuan while being happy in his heart.

Zhang Yuan smiled at him like he was looking at a silly criticism, and suddenly felt that this rammed product was a little cute.

"Good song and good lyrics, the talents of the two really opened our eyes."

"Xie county magistrate praise"

Zhang Yuan followed Sima Xiangru and bowed to Wang Ji.

The banquet was going to this point and it was almost over. During the period, Zhuo Wangsun took this opportunity to say that he was going to open a restaurant in Linqiong soon, and hoped that everyone present would come to join him, emphatically explaining that the restaurant will be Zhang Yuan will take care of everything.

The county magistrate Wang Ji admired Zhang Yuan's talent, and directly agreed to join Zhuo Wangsun when it opened.

Originally, Emperor Jing of the Han Dynasty emphasized agriculture and suppressed business, and it is best for an official to stay away from merchants to prove himself clear, but Wang Ji is very optimistic about Zhang Yuan and hopes to take this opportunity to make a good relationship.

He did the same to Sima Xiangru. A little help today may be rewarded hundreds and thousands of times in the future. This is Wang Ji's way of being an official.

ps: The cute new writer once again humbly asks for votes, woo woo woo.

　I like to drink wine very much, so I will be a copy of the public, the word count haha.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)