Lieyongbo Liu Siwei is already in his sixties in terms of age.
He had been stationed in the north all his life, and was exposed to wind and snow. His dark face was covered with ravines, and there was a scar on his cheek that was hard to see due to the sun. And because of years of fighting, the callus on the tiger's mouth was so thick that it was almost impossible to hold a fist. He doesn't look like an important descendant of Donghu Liu family, one of the six clans in the country, but more like an old farmer from the countryside.
His attitude was not arrogant, he smiled at everyone, and he almost wanted to put a sign of honesty and honesty on his face. To be honest, seeing Liu Siwei like this, even though it was far from what he imagined, Wen Yaozi felt really good in his heart. A touch of intimacy arises.
He also comes from a farming family.
In the prosperous and splendid hall, the noble princes in rich clothes and elegant conversation whispered to each other in twos and threes, and the words were turned over and over again in a way that would make outsiders listen at a loss. Everyone seemed noble and reserved when talking and laughing.
Grapes and wine glass bottles, these unimaginable luxuries are not even worth mentioning to them.
Tired of the banquet, she leans elegantly on the azure ground, folds custard flowers, pinches gold threads to hide her bag, and calls on the dancing girl to dance Zhezhi and Lingbo. After getting drunk, Meiji supports her and lies down on the big carved red sandalwood bed to take a nap. Come down and engraved with gold and colorful jade hooks, hanging is the eight-treasure cloud gauze tent...
Although due to the change of status in recent years, Wen Yaozi also began to be exposed to this level of wealth. But he knew that in his life, he would either look up to such an atmosphere or overlook it. In short, it would be difficult for him to integrate into it.
Decades of experience as a farmer have been imprinted in his bones, and he is completely unable to learn the grace and subtlety advocated by the wealthy family.
Not to mention him, even his son Wen Zhiqi, who is currently studying in Ruiyu Hall, would not be able to learn this kind of magnanimity that has long been engraved in the bones of the children of the Wenyue family.
Only after serving as an official for three generations can one know how to dress and eat. The Wen family started from a young age, without generations of accumulation and infiltration, so no matter how much they learn, they will just imitate others.
"It seems that Mr. Wei is not familiar with Lie Yongbo either." Wen Yaozi breathed a sigh of relief. He felt that Liu Siwei was the kind of veteran who only focused on guarding the border and didn't care about anything else. He didn't even know a few characters. . This kind of veteran may have a temperament that is a bit vulgar and violent as Wei Xinyong reminded him, but as long as his temper is right, anything can be said!
Wen Yaozi had this type of generals under his command, and he had conquered them himself. Of course, the one under his command is not here now, and his status and reputation are not enough.
But Wen Yaozi thinks he has a lot of experience in convincing such a veteran.
Besides, even if we don’t achieve the goal of being convinced this time, it’s still a good idea to come in advance and have fun with the king and his subjects!
Wen Yaozi changed his mind and tried his best to refuse Liu Siwei's request to invite him to the table - when dealing with such a veteran who is not interested in anything other than killing the enemy, one must not be arrogant! Don't be disrespectful! You must be friendly and humble! You must be able to get along with the soldiers at the lowest level!
Therefore, with a friendly smile on his face, Wen Yaozi refused to sit down even with Shen Zangfeng and Liu Xixun, and chose a seat under Shen Zangfeng. In this way, Wei Xinyong and Mo Binwei naturally had no choice but to sit down one after another...
After sitting at the table, Wen Yaozi glanced at Liu Siwei. As expected, the veteran looked at him with a smile on his face, full of kindness.
"I will praise him a few more words. What these veterans enjoy most is..." Wen Yaozi had not finished his thoughts, but Liu Siwei said: "King Yong came here specially to support us today, how can we have a leisurely drink?"
Wen Yaozi had a smile on his face and was about to say a few polite words. At the same time, he was thinking about how Liu Siwei would sing and dance next. What if Liu Siwei performs a sword dance or even performs it himself? How can I praise him better
The result - what Liu Siwei said was: "Let's do the drinking! How about the continuation of the poem Note 1?"
... As soon as I heard Yaozi, I felt completely bad!
You are an eight-foot-tall man with a dark face who can perfectly interpret a brave and even ferocious military commander based on your appearance. You are still an old man. On the eve of the expedition, are you going to follow the rules of a scholar and follow the rules of drinking? !
There is also a continuation of the poem, which I have never heard of! Isn't it true that you bullied me into attending private school for several years? !
You are a military commander... Military commander... You should drink from a vat or an altar. When you talk, you will foam at the mouth. It is best to have one foot on the table. His head... For people like you, shouldn't anyone dare to pull something in front of you? Don't you want to chop such a poor person into pieces? !
Why did you actually take the initiative to ask for a drinking order...
Wen Yaozi instantly understood that Wei Xinyong's reminder was indeed not without purpose!
At this time, Liu Xixun smiled and gave him another stab. Liu Xixun touched his palm and said with a smile: "My uncle's hobby of writing and writing has not changed for many years."
"Now that I'm getting older, my hands have a lot of calluses, and I haven't held a paintbrush in several years. I'm really not used to it." Liu Siwei stroked his long beard and said with emotion, "I can also have fun at the banquet."
"..." After hearing Yaozi's silence for a long time, the old man actually liked dancing, writing, doing ink, and ink! And judging from his tone, he also likes painting - why doesn't he also learn embroidery? !
He heard Xinyong from the first Wei cough lightly and quietly reminded him: "Your Majesty, don't worry. If you can't pick it up by then, just drink three bowls of wine."
He doesn't care if he drinks some wine and smells Yaozi. What he is depressed about is his face...
After Liu Xixun said a few words, the drinking order was settled. Wen Yaozi could not afford to lose face even if he objected intentionally - originally he wanted to be the host himself, but the Liu family wanted to use his venue to entertain Shen Zangfeng on the pretext of thanking Shen Zangfeng for his previous support. Wen Yaozi was also a guest today...
In order to leave a good impression on Liu Siwei, he "lowered himself" and sat under Shen Zangfeng. At this time, I jump up to oppose this and that... Do you still want the impression? Moreover, it seems that I am shallow in knowledge and narrow-minded, so I cannot afford to lose!
So Wen Yaozi had no choice but to smile and acquiesce...
Fortunately, Liu Siwei decided to start on his own. Because he was old and would be a commander, after pushing him to take the first place, he only wanted to give way to Shen Zangfeng, who was sitting on his left, and Liu Xixun, who was sitting on his right. After a while, Xu didn't want to give up. To do everything right, we should give Wen Yaozi more time to think, and let him familiarize himself with the rules of the continuation of the poem. He decided to follow Liu Siwei, Liu Xixun, and then circle back to Shen Zangfeng to finish.
Wen Yaozi glanced at Xinyong, the first guard, who was calm and composed. It was impossible for such a little trick to stump him who was famous for his talent and learning and who was born in Fengzhou Guard. Next, Mo Binwei frowned slightly, which was obviously a bit difficult for him.
Looking at the top, Shen Zangfeng changed into a pale brocade robe, a silver crown tied up his hair, and a jade belt wrapped around his waist. Although he looked a bit rugged because of his weight loss, he had the air of a handsome young man. He would have stage fright even after drinking. No one will believe it!
"These nobles are really unruly." Wen Yaozi was secretly angry. "Since you have decided to join Gu, you just have to say it openly. Do you still want to embarrass Gu?" He secretly gritted his teeth and swore that he would repay today's humiliation several times in the future. !
When he had thoughts of revenge in his mind, everyone had already decided on the theme of "Tomorrow's Battle".
Liu Siwei stroked his gray beard, thought for a moment, and then smiled and said: "The frost is thick and the moon is cold and the Wu Gou is wiped, and the knife is dry and the blade is gone. But when you drink the blood from the Hu Lu's chest, a little cold light will shine again!"
"The old general is still as heroic as before!" Everyone praised him, but they didn't say much other than this.
This is because it is a bird, but here it refers to grease, which is specially used to wipe metal objects to prevent rust. Liu Siwei's poem clearly stated that he had been left out for many years, and finally got an opportunity and had to fight... This involves the intrigues of the Liu family in Donghu in the past few years, or in the past few generations. No one wants to mention these troublesome things now. There was great interest at the banquet. So I just yelled a few times and let it go.
Next it was Liu Xixun's turn. The young lord of the Donghu Liu family who had just recently won was all smiles. There was no sign that he was unhappy because Liu Siwei's words revealed the Liu family's infighting. He first complimented Liu Siwei for his heroic spirit, and then said with a smile: "The magnanimity is not as good as that of my great-uncle, but he only has the ambition to work hard to preserve the family business of his ancestors."
Then he continued, "Gou defends Sangzi with his heart, and hunts Hu Chang with a black arrow. How can he be afraid of the snow and the wind? The three armies are full of energy in the battle!"
"There are several types of continuation poems, and it seems that this time it should be like this: the last word of the last sentence of the previous poem is the first word of the first sentence of the person it is connected to, which can be homophonic." Wei Xinyong casually told everyone After cheering, he hurriedly took the opportunity to explain to Wen Yaozi, "For example, the last word of the first sentence that Lie Yongbo just recited is 'Gou', and the first word of Liu Shili's first sentence is 'Gou', although the words are different. , but the pronunciation is the same; the last word of the second sentence is 'shou', and the second sentence followed by Liu Shili is 'hunt'. This is the rule."
Wen Yaozi nodded slightly, feeling increasingly irritated - he had attended several drinking banquets in the past two years, but each time he would explain the rules in advance. Now Liu Siwei said that drinking orders were enough, and he didn't even tell him the rules. He was clearly deliberately humiliating him!
He waited for the people below to pick him up with a gloomy face. Unexpectedly, the next few generals Liu Siwei and Liu Xixun thought about it for a moment, and they all chose to drink as a penalty. In this way, three bowls per person... passed several tables.
Only then did a handsome-looking general stand up and chant: "Purple helmets, gold armor, and yellow fat horses, as powerful as tigers and leopards emerging from their cages. To guard the Han family's brocade screen, I still fight against the yellow sand at dusk."
Wen Yaozi heard "like a tiger and a leopard coming out of its cage", so he took another look at the general, and saw that he was very young, and his expression was a little angry. With a thought in his mind, he smiled and asked: "This general is so smart." "
Then Liu Siwei introduced with a smile: "He is my great-nephew, Liu Youzhao, named Shaoting."
Hearing this, Yaozi choked! Why is it the Liu family again!
… Uh, but you don’t look very proud, do you? Wen Yaozi smiled, looked at Liu Youzhao seriously for a few times, and then stopped talking.
However, after Liu Youzhao, they drank again, which made Liu Siwei's face a little ugly: the two he drank after he started, one was the lord and grandnephew, and the other was his grandnephew... What does this mean? Did the Liu family play by themselves
Wen Yaozi felt gloating when he saw it... But he also discovered that Liu Siwei probably proposed it on a whim and there was no arrangement, otherwise it wouldn't be so embarrassing.
Does this old man really dislike Gu Gu
Wen Yaozi hummed in his heart, but at this moment he saw a young general standing up...
Note 1: If you don’t understand the rules in this chapter, please leave me a message... This is not the kind of "hidden poem with beginning and end" on Du Niang. I don’t think I have played that kind. All I have played before is this kind of thing... Okay , this was actually called "Poetry Solitaire" at the school. But Solitaire is so unclassical... Just give it a random name.
Note that I wrote it myself, because I have to accommodate the rules of continuation poems, so it is a bit stiff in places. Alas, I have always wanted to use it, but I have put it off until now! In addition, the content of this chapter that is not included in the notes is sufficient... (To be continued)