As for Hu Mingzhong, who had eaten all night, he continued to knock the duck leg on the table: "Brother Yuanzhen, Brother Deyuan, if we talk about the old friendship between the three of us, everything else is fine, but this matter has always bothered me! You said, a hundred years later, the old poems will be replaced by the new, and the three of us are not masters, and those vulgar works such as "Three Prime Ministers Guarding the Temple" will probably be covered up. By then, only this poem will be passed down. Wouldn't it make the world think that only the two of you have been together in life and death, and I, Hu Mingzhong, am just a passerby? On that day, weren't the ones who made the bond of life and death Zhao Ding, Zhang Jun and Hu Yin, the three people sitting here today?!"

By the end of his conversation, he was almost getting so heated that even in the outer hall, two doors away, there were some panicked noises, but no one dared to come in and spy.

As for Zhao and Zhang, when Hu Yin recited the poem, they gradually became depressed. When Hu Yin made a gesture to criticize and question them, they actually wanted to respond verbally, but as soon as they opened their mouths, they could not help feeling three parts ashamed, three parts bitter, and three parts of repetitive regret, so that they were speechless...

After all, not long ago, when the country was destroyed and the family was ruined, the three of them had supported each other through life and death, and had shared life and death together. What kind of friendship was that? But now, the situation has reversed, and each of them has grown wings and is opposed to each other, so that when they get together like this, they have to hesitate and test each other.

In this embarrassing situation, Hu Mingzhong's ridicule was both ironic and sincere, expressing his closeness, which was really difficult to deal with.

Let's not talk about the mixed feelings of the other two people. Let's just talk about Hu Mingzhong. After reciting a poem and speaking a few words, he continued to deal with the duck leg. After a while, when he had almost finished dealing with the duck leg, the Minister of Works simply stood up and bowed to the two of them:

"My two brothers, I only have a few words to say about our old friendship, and I have finished. If I have offended you, it is because you have forgotten our old friendship of life and death, not because I am not saying anything nice... Now that the 300 Japanese warriors have arrived in Jinan, I will go back and arrange the transfer documents. I will also arrange the transportation through Puzhen, so I won't delay you two brothers... You two can talk about love for now."

After saying that, he left angrily without even looking back.

Zhao and Zhang looked at each other in despair and felt ashamed, so they hurried out to chase after him. However, Hu Mingzhong was young and agile, and he chased him all the way into the courtyard, but Minister Hu did not turn back. In addition, a bunch of nephews and nephews who were sitting in the outer hall followed him out, and it was not appropriate to shout in public, so they were ashamed for a while.

However, in the courtyard where the snow had stopped, Hu Yin, ignoring his brother and nephew who had hurriedly chased after him, suddenly stopped and looked back:

"Yes."

"What's up?"

Zhang Jun saw the other party stop, and hurried forward, ready to drag him back. "Mingzhong, it's a bit cold outside now that the snow has stopped. Come back with me and have some wine."

Zhao Ding also hurried forward to speak.

"No need." Hu Yin raised his hand to block the other party, and then respectfully bowed to the two men in front of the nephews of the three families. "Just now, the two brothers each wrote a poem... I also got a vulgar poem, and I can respond to it, just in line with the old friendship of snow, moon, wind and flowers."

Zhao Ding and Zhang Jun were both overwhelmed, but they could only stand solemnly in front of their respective sons and nephews.

At this time, the snow had stopped, and a crescent moon appeared, casting a slightly glittering shadow on the ground and the eaves. Hu Mingzhong stepped on the snow in the courtyard with his hands behind his back, writing a couplet with each step, and composed a poem in public:

"The river comes out of Kunlun Ruins, and the river comes out of the bottom of Min Mountain.

It receives hundreds of insults and rolls through thousands of miles.

Water is the standard for levelness, and virtue is the mirror for comparison.

Li Dui and Di Zhu, why do they arise in the middle of the stream?

Make the flat one tilt, and make the bright one become muddy.

Although my door is like a market, my heart is like water.

Don't be a pillar of encouragement, but create the rules of heaven and earth.

If there is resentment at home, only Shun treats his father and son well.

If there is resentment in the state, I will worry about the collapse of my family every morning.

It is not just anger and desire; it is against the principles of nature.

Xiao and Cao were friends when they were poor and humble, and the rift arose when they were generals and prime ministers.

We were able to put aside our grudges and support each other until death.

What is there to monitor? He has made many mistakes.

At the same time, the people of Qin and Han dynasties have different interests in history. "

After the poem was recited, the words were simple and easy to understand, and everyone knew that this was Hu Mingzhong's earnest attempt to persuade the two to unite and work together on state affairs.

The nephews and nieces of the Zhao and Zhang families nearby also went to see their elders, making Zhao and Zhang feel even more embarrassed.

On the other side, Hu Mingzhong composed a vulgar poem and had a full meal, so he strode away on the light snow. His brother Hu Hong followed him and chased after him without even a thought.

Zhao and Zhang watched each other go out, but saw the moon shining from above their heads and the snow reflecting from the ground, illuminating Hu Mingzhong's whole body, until he suddenly disappeared outside the door.

"With Hu Mingzhong's appetite, he will become a husband sooner or later." After standing there for a long time, Zhang Jun insisted, then turned around and dragged Zhao Ding to drink in public as if nothing had happened.

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