At the end of February, Raozhou is full of spring, with tender green leaves and flowers blooming.

A group of more than two hundred rides slowly into the city.

Raozhou officials greeted him, and he smiled and invited Zeng Gongliang, but Shen An did not.

Outside of the war, he regarded the return journey as a journey, and he likes to find a place to explore in every place.

Raozhou has a long history. After undergoing Fan Zhongyan's transformation, it is now even more vibrant.

Walking on the mottled stone road, the people on both sides from time to time have branches and leaves protruding out of the surrounding wall, lending a little spring.

Shen An walked among these streets and lanes, and East Lake and Zhishan left footprints everywhere. It's just that Poyang Lake took too long to complete.

They went to Raozhou for two days of repairing. This was their pre-booked itinerary. The next day the group was invited by local officials and said it was a cultural meeting.

Shen An didn't say his identity, a group of people regarded him as Zeng Gongliang's entourage, no one ignored him.

Early in the morning, he got on the boat and headed towards the lake island.

East Lake is like a piece of jasper.

On the rafting lake, the breeze hits and cools.

Zeng Gongliang was talking with local officials, probably because of his pride after a big defeat, so he was very relaxed and was pointing the rivers and mountains.

"... Zeng Xiang, Huxin Island had the spot where Zhou Yu was practicing the naval forces ..."

"A rao river leads to all parts of the world, merchants from all over the world gather together, and Poyang Lake is vast and endless. This is a unique condition for waiting. You have to worry about it and do a good job of people's livelihood ..."

"... When Fan Wen was there, he rebuilt the waterway in the city. Only then did Raozhou City flourish. It's a shame to remember the old man ..."

During the talk, he leaned on the Huxin Island. Everyone went up, and a group of literati greeted them and saluted one after another.

"Have seen Zeng."

Most of these people are young people and middle-aged people who are pleasantly surprised. I think it's really rare to be able to open a body with Dangchao Zaifu. If you play well later, you might have a chance to jump into the Dragon Gate!

The old people are somewhat reserved.

We had seen Fan Zhongyan at that time. You Zeng Gongliang could compare with Xiao Fan Laozi.

Everyone sat down, some people had already set up their seats, and then the food and drinks came up.

A team of singers are singing and dancing, and the singing is accompanied by the breeze, which makes people feel relaxed and happy.

Zeng Gongliang and those people sang harmony in the poems, gradually drank too much, and got up to dance.

The news they just received, Fu Bi Ding worried.

Fu Bi's mother died, and the official family canceled a large banquet for this, thinking that it was mourning, and then was criticized for being overdone. A Zaifu was not worth doing as an emperor.

Fubi went to keep filial piety, Han Qi became prime minister, said to be very proud.

Zeng Gongliang's mighty return to Jiaozhi will return, and he will definitely not continue to serve as the ambassador.

But it is difficult to say how to arrange him. The emperor was unpredictable, and Zeng Gongliang couldn't figure it out.

"... all come, all come!"

Zeng Gongliang was very interested, and after a hello, most of them stood up and danced with him.

Shen An didn't understand this kind of dance, and didn't want to dance, so he sat there and thought about it.

Everyone was dancing, and you, a teenager, couldn't sit still and looked at the lake with a glass of wine.

who do you think You Are?

Those literati gentlemen were dissatisfied, and later Zengliang returned with all his heart, and asked them to write poems to commemorate the gathering.

The body of the later generations is probably the Jiuchi Forest, plus the beauty like a cloud, and the scent of hormones is everywhere.

But now the body is not bad. The dancers stopped dancing and mixed with the literati. Shen An even saw an old guy pulling the dancer back.

The old guy probably drank too much. Zeng Gongliang glanced at him and ignored it, but Raozhou Zhizhou nodded slightly, saying that he would clean up him later.

"Something!"

An old guy stood up and began to recite the poems he made.

A poem followed, and Zeng Gongliang commented on it from time to time.

The banquet continued. Everyone was drunk. Some people saw that Shen An had been silent on the edge and asked, "Dare to ask this official, why are there no poems?"

What suit do you sit there, Zeng Gongliang and Zaifu are all equal to me, so you do n’t speak on the sidelines.

Shen An looked up at the person who asked, and said, "Why do you want to do poetry?"

The man said in amazement: "Today's gathering of wise men, everyone commemorates poetry."

Shen An didn't see his identity when he attacked the blue shirt. He smiled and said, "There is no such yaxing today, so wait for yourself."

Compared with poems, Shen An prefers natural scenery.

The lake and water in front of me are fascinating, and there is a rare poem on the edge that can listen to the ear, which is no different from the noise.

Shen An has endured these noises for a long time. If he hadn't cultivated them well, he might be ridiculed.

To convince people with virtue!

His smile was sincere, everyone shook his head, and some people muttered: "I'm afraid I can't make a poem, so I'm acting silly."

"Today's event, literary style and poems, how do these mixed people come in?"

Shen'an all the way down the road, with several village soldiers, so these people are considered to be small officials.

People drink differently after drinking too much, and some people will be in a daze, but more people will be excited.

Zeng Gongliang has been caught in siege, those literati who are scrambling to introduce themselves, and memorize their previous poems and essays, ask him to correct me.

Zeng Gongliang was too busy to be in touch, but he was very pleased.

Everyone has the fault of being a good teacher. Zeng Gongliang is going to brush up some prestige all the way this time, so even more questions are required.

There were several young literati who were drunk and ridiculed Shen An, while everyone on the side was laughing.

Shen An looked at the wine in the glass and couldn't help laughing.

Yongzhou recently produced a good wine. When they set off, Xiao Gu collected a batch of wine for them to take on the road.

This kind of fruit wine is not high in alcohol, but it tastes very good and unforgettable.

Zeng Gongliang prepared to send a few altars for the official family to drink, and then leave a few altars for the slaves, so he stole.

Shen An also asked for several altars, ready to give them to the **** and the future elder Zhang.

So I brought a bottle of wine today, and Zeng Gongliang asked for more than half of it, and drank it with a few people who knew Zhizhou and Virtue, and praised it.

The remaining half of it is here in Shen'an. This fellow tastes fine wine carefully and makes people covet.

Those people were not qualified to drink, but they couldn't help hearing Zeng Gongliang's non-stop praise of this as fine wine.

Why don't you just drink? Quickly write poetry, let us also take the opportunity to mix some good wine.

"Some can't write poetry."

Shen An took another sip of wine and sighed, as if to praise.

"Then what would you do?"

"Sometimes ... drinking."

Idle is also idle, Shen An is teasing this group of people.

Without knowing it, these people provoked one after another.

Shen An teases these people with no one, and then looks at the lake, thinking about her sister and the girl.

Taixue will definitely turn over, and he has great confidence in this.

In other words, when you go back, you have to prepare to discuss the marriage date.

this year? Still next year.

There was a smile on the corner of his mouth, but he was proud in the eyes of others.

Brother just won't give you drinks.

The small jar was at his feet, and if he wanted to drink it, he spooned it into the cup.

"Bah! It's just a dude!"

After all, a young man couldn't help it, yucked a bit, and then went down to prepare to tout Zeng Gongliang.

"Good poem!"

There was a lot of noise over there, and then Zeng Gongliang stood up and looked over and said, "I didn't expect to hear such a sound of golden stone in Raozhou, Anbei.

Shen An frowned: "Zeng Xiang, someone doesn't understand this!"

He has just heard that this poem probably means that people live in the world, they should be noble, persevering and so on, which is an inspirational poem.

This poem is good, but there are some problems with disease-free moaning.

Shen Angong said: "I have heard it just now, and I was shocked to be a man of heaven. Zeng Xiang was blessed. Looking back at the poet's singing, the reputation of Zeng Xiangzhong's talents will also be promoted ..."

Such unconscionable compliments came when he opened his mouth. Zeng Gongliang smiled and was very happy.

Han Qi is not a good sergeant, that fellow is the prime minister, and the future of the slaves may not be better, so he needs some prestige.

Zeng Gongliang could n’t help laughing, and the owner of the poem, a man in his thirties, proudly looked over and said, “Poetry is just a small way, it ’s not worth anything. At that time Zhou Yu was training here, Sun Zhongmou was looking north to the mountains, what a hero Dignity ... For thousands of years, the flowing waters of the East Lake have made people feel emotional. It's just a pity that they can't do that kind of poems. "

Everyone snorted for a while, but no one came to take over.

The powerful poems were in the Han and Tang dynasties. They were lighted up by those predecessors, and in the Song Dynasty, gracefulness became the mainstream. Occasionally, several poems with extraordinary momentum were also drowned in the middle.

"it is good!"

This is the home court of the Raozhou people. This person is very decent and has a high level of composure, so he was applauded.

A good poem came from the host, and Zeng Gongliang, a guest, was a little passive.

Let's get a song, otherwise it will be spread later, everyone will say that Raozhou's style is prosperous, and he has no temper to press Dang Zhaozaifu.

Zeng Gongliang was a bit waxy, and his literary talent was not bad, but he was less anxious.

His eyes turned, and some of the accompanying officials got up and wrote poetry, but it was far from the man's.

This is Wenhui, and you will not retreat because you are Zaifu. The more Zaifu will win you, so that she can become famous.

Zeng Gongliang's old face couldn't hold up. At this moment, someone on the edge shouted: "Lang Jun, what a big fish!"

He looked at it soundly, but it was Huang Chun.

At the moment, East Lake is vast and communicates with the river outside, and there are many fish and shrimp inside.

However, Raozhou is located on the edge of Poyang Lake, and the surrounding rivers are vertical and horizontal, and fish and shrimp are tired of eating, so there are few fish caught in East Lake, and big fish are everywhere.

A big fish weighing more than ten jins was dragged over by Huang Chun, leaping all the way, wild.

Shen An rejoiced at the first sight and said, "Hurry up and kill, half roasted and half boiled."

Huang Chun responded, Zeng Gongliang's eyes rolled, and he said, "The old man is invincible ..."

Your sister!

Shen An wanted to leave long ago, but after getting the big fish, he was happy and prepared to have a picnic here.

Seeing his dissatisfaction, Zeng Gongliang smiled and said: "The scholars of Raozhou are elegant and charming, which makes people admire, but I can't wait for no one to beat, so that the old man is depressed!"

This old guy!

This is a threat!

The old man can't do it anymore, you hurry up, or we will all run away and let you swim back.

After personally hacking the enemy, Zeng Gongliang vomited for two days, then gradually recovered, and the whole person was more different.

For example, become a rogue.

Shen An couldn't help laughing, and said, "That's all, just now ..."

He looked at the man with a slight head raised and asked, "What did the man just say ... Sun Zhongmou?"

The man nodded slightly and said with a smile: "Some Xie Wei has seen Lang Jun. Lang Jun's remark is that someone thinks that Sun Zhongmou is also a lord, and that is not the lord, Zhou Yu can't do what he can."

This remark is very good, and fits the atmosphere at this time, it is also vaguely shooting Zhao Zhen and Zeng Gongliang's farts.

Zhao Zhen is Sun Quan, and Zeng Gongliang is Zhou Yu.

"it is good!"

Xie Daida is the master of Raozhou's literary world, so no one is jealous today, but those people are just raving about.

It's good!

Shen An recalled, looking sadly: "It's just a lazy hero, asshole, it makes people sigh ..."

Everyone thought this was true. After Sun Quan, Soochow began to sunset.

Shen An got up, looked at the lake, and reached out: "The wine is coming."

Yan Baoyu presented the wine glass.

Shen An shook his head and said, "How can a little wine be poured into the block in the chest, and a big bowl is replaced."

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Zeng Gongliang smiled, picked up the wine glass, and Shen An, who received a bowl of wine, respected far away.

Who is this person? It even made Zeng Gongliang toast.

Everyone was still guessing, Shen An drank his head up and drank, then walked towards the lake with his hand down.

"Eternal world, no heroes, Sun Zhongmou ..."

In a few words, a breath of majesty came to him.

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——Although my salary is not high, I am prone to impulse consumption ... you reward the leader as soon as you are impulsive.

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