My wife is weirder than the last

Chapter 211 Chapter 379-380
As soon as Du Ruhan left, those students, including the envoys, surrounded him, but they didn't dare to move forward too much, because the domineering style on the rice paper hadn't dissipated.

Scholars with insufficient levels will be hurt if they step forward rashly.

They just watched from a little distance away, chanting words, their expressions changing in various colors, some were amazed, some were shocked, and the biggest one was admiration.

Although there is no first in writing, but when you reach the realm of seeing all mountains and small ones, the young people who are lower than you will absolutely worship you.

Yu Gan took advantage of the time when these people were flattering around the poems, he quietly moved behind Zhang Sitong, and said in a low voice, "Dr. Zhang, you should be fine."

Zhang Sitong, who was in deep thought, heard Yu Gan's voice, he woke up with a start, looked at the little friend beside him, shook his head helplessly and smiled wryly.

"This old man is not as good as Du Ruhan."

Yu Gan looked at Zhang Sitong in disbelief, "Dr. Zhang, is this poem really that good?"

"In recent years, there have been no such quatrains during the Mid-Autumn Festival." Zhang Sitong said with emotion, "This old man has been poor all his life, and he has a lot of ink in his stomach, but his poems are indeed not as good as Du Ruhan's. Let me bow down."

Yu Gan was stunned for a moment, then lowered his voice and said, "Dr. Zhang, if you admit defeat, it's not just your own problem.

These envoys only saw Nanyang King's people show off, how will His Majesty deal with himself then?How can the reputation of our Imperial College be maintained? "

Zhang Sitong sighed, "But after all, Nanyang is still the territory of our Daqi. If it spreads out, it won't be regarded as a loss to Daqi. As for the Guozijian, it is common for the winners and losers of literary competitions.

But even so, you are right, my friend.The old man can see it, but the people of Daqi can't see it. "

"That's right." Yu Gan nodded with a smile, "Dr. Zhang, so did others prepare poems? You have so many old friends, so it should be fine.

How can Huanghuang Taian be defeated by a mere literati from the land of Nanyang?"

Zhang Sitong shook his head, "I'm afraid it's going to be difficult." Then, he looked straight at Yu Gan and said, "I've personally seen my little friend's talent in poetry.

The old man invited you to the poetry meeting before, are you ready for these days? "

Yu Gan looked at the other party in disbelief, "So Dr. Zhang, you have been planning to let me write poems from the beginning?"

"That's true." Zhang Sitong smiled softly, "I always thought that Xiaoyou's poems were unparalleled in the world and quite spiritual. So tonight I believed in you, Xiaoyou."

Yu Gan really didn't expect Zhang Sitong to let him attend the literary conference with such a mind.Before, he simply thought that he just had a good relationship with the old man, and it happened that he knew a line or two of poetry.

As a result, the other party directly came up and said, Bao is on you, isn't this a joke.

As we all know, Wen Chaogong is also under pressure. A reckless man may be exposed after questioning and communicating with a little essence in his mind. The risk is very high.

But it's useless to refuse to estimate, because even if Zhang Sitong didn't say it, Li Xun would probably say it.

And Yu Gan actually knew that he couldn't get around this matter, because Li Xun must have called him here for this.Who made his poem famous.

It's just that I didn't expect Zhang Sitong to say it first, so that's fine.He came to look for Zhang Sitong actually with this idea in mind, taking advantage of this incident to tie up some benefits.

Yu Gan turned his head and said in a low voice.

"Dr. Zhang, I can promise you, but I have to wait for others to see it. If they can't figure it out, how about me?"

"Very good." Zhang Sitong smiled.

"What's more, what will I do later, Dr. Zhang, you just cooperate. I want to become real good friends with our Guozijian." Yu Gan laughed again.

Zhang Sitong was stunned for a moment, not understanding what Yu Gan's strange words meant, but out of absolute trust in Yu Gan, he just nodded.

"The old man should fully cooperate."

Yu Gan was chatting in a low voice on this side, while on the other side, the initial intense discussion of those literati gradually cooled down.

It's all hesitation now.

After all, it was written by Du Ruhan from Nanyang, and the purpose of their coming here is to keep saying that they want to compete with Nanyang literati.

As a result, a literati came to Nanyang alone, and then he wrote a poem.

Then, they were ashamed to find that no one could stand up now.When people come up, they just throw out a quatrain, how can people pick it up?
If you can't win, it will be ridiculous.

Everyone looked at me, and I looked at you, and the air became quiet again for a while.

Those envoys naturally also discovered such a scene. In fact, many of them also prepared poems to smash the scene, but now because of Du Ruhan's poem, most of them also put out their thoughts.

But after thinking about it, Du Ruhan's writing is essentially the same as their own writing.

Naturally, these envoys knew about the nasty things of King Nanyang and Daqi.So from this point of view, this Du Ruhan is one of his own.

Du Ruhan embarrassing the emperor is tantamount to embarrassing the emperor.

Those who can be envoys are all human beings, and they figured it out in a few moments, and then started to fight.

"Your Majesty, I heard that Nanyang King vigorously promoted private schools in the fief, and now it seems that it is really effective. The literati in a mere state can write poems to this extent.

Presumably Tai'an's strength is even stronger. "

"Earlier, the foreign ministers heard that the Daqi literary world looked at Nanyang, but the foreign ministers didn't believe it. His Majesty is the lord of England, and Tai'an is full of well-educated people. He should have a better performance."

Yu Gan happily looked at these eccentric envoys, and then glanced around to see who would come out later.

But at this moment, Li Xun said lightly, "Where is Yu Gan?"

Yu Gan was stunned for a moment, but quickly came back to his senses, bowed and said, "The minister is here."

Li Xun continued, "Go up and write a poem, and write about this Mid-Autumn Festival for me."

"The minister takes orders." Although Yu Gan felt a little abrupt, he still complied.He didn't expect to play himself so soon.

Originally, I wanted to wait for others to make a move, and I would not make a move if I could not.Now they are directly named.

There is no other way, we can only show our cards, and I, Yu, is a master of poetry.

"Yu Gan, a meager scholar in Tai'an, was fortunate to have received rough guidance from Dr. Zhang of the Imperial College. You are just a student of the Imperial College, so be presumptuous." Yu Gan clasped his fists at the crowd, and then walked steadily to the edge of the desk.

When everyone heard Yu Gan's introduction, those who knew and didn't know were silent.

You wear the clothes of Dali Temple and say that you are a student of Guozijian?
Tai'an City can now work across departments?This is not a joke?What is the background of this young man?
After Yu Gan walked to the long table, he took another piece of rice paper and spread it out on the table, with meticulous and rigorous movements, then picked up the brush and dipped it in ink.

Yu Gan didn't panic about writing. He had already practiced good handwriting when he was studying hard in the cold window.

Yu Gan picked up his pen and began to search for poems about Mid-Autumn Festival in his mind.

In the eyes of outsiders, Yu Gan at this moment is concentrating on gathering energy, preparing to write like a god.But in fact, he was just thinking about which song to copy.

In the end, after racking his brains, Yu Gan realized that he could only write a complete Mid-autumn poem.

He wanted to write a toast to invite the bright moon, but when he thought about it, it wasn't high-end, it wasn't a quatrain, and it didn't fit his current state of mind.

In fact, Yu Gan still wanted to write that poem "Chunjianghuayueye", which is said to be a famous poem through the ages that can overwhelm the entire Tang Dynasty.

After excluding these two songs, he only has Dongpo Layman's Water Tune song head.

This poem is known as the first word for the Mid-Autumn Festival in the ages, but any poem that mentions the Mid-Autumn Festival will never get around this mountain.

To put it bluntly, if this poem is written, Yu Gan's status as a literary master may be achieved directly, and one poem is enough to make him a godhead.

The only regret is that it lacks some novelty. This poem has been copied so badly by those time travelers.

But there is no way, who let me only know this one, the moves are not old, as long as they are easy to use.

Thank you for the nine-year compulsory education, otherwise I wouldn't even be able to memorize this poem.

Yu Gan was full of gratitude in his heart, and then wrote slowly.

【Water Tune Getou·When Will the Moon Come?】

As soon as the title of the poem was written, the literati onlookers began to discuss in low voices.

"Is this a word card?"

"It looks like it is, but I have never heard of this word card."

"So it's self-made?"

"It's possible."

"Newborn calves are not afraid of tigers, but today's young people are so ambitious."

"Let's see."

Yu Gan continued to write.

When will the bright moon come, ask the wine to the sky.

As soon as the first sentence was written, the rice paper rustled, and gusts of breeze also vented from the paper, and the green air radiated from the lines, which was beautiful and magnificent.

Yu Gan was stunned for a moment. He had never tried to write articles and poems on paper before. He didn't expect that Wen Chaogong could also quote literary spirit?

Isn't this bullshit.

Those literati who thought highly of themselves and didn't come to watch were all stunned when they saw this scene.This is how dare to put pen to paper to cause such a big commotion?
They didn't care about the reserved status card and the like, they all walked over and looked at the poem on the rice paper.

When seeing the five words Asking the Wine to Qingtian, it can be said that the whole person is numb immediately, the kind that is numb from the beginning to the end.

It starts with a question, asking about the bright moon, asking about the blue sky, which immediately draws people's thoughts to the vast fairyland, which is dreamlike and full of domineering, which makes people's scalp numb.

The opening king exploded.

At this moment, everyone held their breath and concentrated their attention, looking forward to the next poem with great anticipation.

Yu Gan continued to write.

I don’t know what the palace is, but what year is it.

At this time, the green air gushing out from the rice paper went straight to the sky, as if he was going to the fairy palace in the sky to seek the answer for Yu Gan.

All eyes followed the green energy, as if to see if there really was an immortal palace beyond the dark sky.

Yu Gan continued to write.

I want to return by wind, and I fear Qionglou Yuyu, the heights are too cold.

The green air widened another zhang, mixed with wisps of purple air, surrounded by blue and purple, wrapping the rest of the body, and the clothes flew together with the hair.

This sensational scene not only shocked the literati on the flower boat, but also all the dignitaries on the flower boat around looked at this side.

Seeing the blue and purple air rising into the sky, he was dazed, and the discussion was even louder.

"Does it seem like another ancient quatrain has appeared in this world?"

"What's the meaning of this statement? What is the meaning of the ancient quatrains?"

An excited voice replied, "It is said that only the most powerful scholars can release this green posture and literary energy. Back then, Taibai, the poet fairy, was surrounded by purple energy every time he wrote a poem, as faint as a fairy's voice.

With the scene in front of me, the state of the writer at this moment may not be the same as that of the poet fairy back then! "

"Is there such a thing?"

"There is still someone comparable to Shi Xian today? Impossible, absolutely impossible!"

"You can tell at a glance whether it is true or not. Boatman, turn around and take a look."

All of a sudden, all the flower boats around turned around in the direction where Yu Gan was.There was a lot of excitement on the surface of the river for a while, and the enthusiasm for the oiran election on the stage plummeted.

Although Daqi won the world immediately, the governance of the country is naturally the same as other countries, dominated by the scholar-bureaucrat class.

The emphasis on literature is not insignificant.

The decline of poetry has come to this point, but now there are people who can write bruises, how can people not want to see the elegance.

At this moment, Li Xun, the son of heaven, also stood up and stepped forward. When he set his eyes on the five words "high place, unbearable cold", the whole person stood there with an inexplicable expression.

Zhu Chen and Du Ruhan were also standing on Yu Gan's right side, the former was shocked and astonished, while the latter stared at the poem in a daze with an epiphany.

Zhang Sitong was even more excited, his old face was flushed with excitement, and he was muttering words.

Yu Gan continued to write.

Dancing clear shadow, like in the world?
The front is progressive, the words are cold and high-spirited, and the climax has been surpassed by waves, but now it suddenly becomes graceful and beautiful.

Everyone looked at the ladies who were dancing in response to the occasion, and they all became a little dazed.Yu Gan's poems brought them into the fairy palace and then into the mortal world.

The two separate planes of the fairy palace and the mortal world merged together strangely, making it unclear whether it was in the mortal world or the fairy palace.

Yu Gan's gestures froze, his face was flushed red now, if it wasn't for the cover-up by the purple literary spirit around him, he would have to be seen by others.

He didn't want to stop either, so he had to slow down.

It feels heavy to write just now, and the writing is not as smooth as Du Ruhan just now.Yu Gan felt it was strange at first.

Later, I suddenly figured it out, probably because my vulgar literary background couldn't support this eternal swan song.

In this era when literary style can be concrete, it is really impossible to pretend to understand brother without two brushes.In addition, Yu Gan is now "original", it seems that there is a heavy burden on his shoulders, making it difficult for him to write.

Now I have to breathe a sigh of relief, if I continue to write, I feel like I will explode and die.

But the people around have no doubts about Yu Gan's stoppage of writing for the time being, they are still immersed in the beauty of the first half.

Then he continued to wait with bated breath for Yu Gan's writing.

a long time.

After recovering from his breath, Yu Gan picked up the pen, and as soon as he wrote the three characters Zhu Ge, the heavy feeling came back.He couldn't take it anymore.

Damn it, how could it stop at this critical point.

At this moment, a talisman paper crane shot from the sky, directly passed through the Qingzi Wenqi, and landed in Yu Gan's hands.

Yu Gan was stunned for a moment. This was the most urgent contact information for Dali Temple. He opened it in surprise and looked at it. It was from Chu Zheng, and there was only a simple sentence on it.

"The Profound Realm is about to open, hurry back to Dali Temple."

Seeing this sentence, Yu Gan was stunned. Didn't he say it would take a while?How could it be so early inexplicably?

Yu Gan has learned before that there has never been a record of the Profound Realm appearing earlier, and it is usually on time, but now it suddenly says that it has been opened urgently, isn't it a commotion.

However, if Yu Gan didn't understand the situation, he naturally wouldn't think too much, and there happened to be a legitimate reason to leave this place of right and wrong.

If he had forced to write down just now, he had every reason to suspect that his seven orifices would bleed immediately.

This emergency talisman paper crane came at the right time, and Yu Gan was very grateful.

At this time, Bai Xingjian also flew over. He also received a message from Chu Zheng when he went to the flower boat at his friend's side just now, thinking of coming to pick up Yu Gan.

But when he saw Yu Gan who was in a blue and purple literary atmosphere, he was stunned for a while, and for a moment he even forgot what he was here for.

Yu Gan put down his writing brush, came to Li Xun with a paper crane in hand, bowed and said, "Your Majesty, there is an emergency in Dali Temple, and the profound realm has been opened. I must go back immediately."

Li Xun took his thoughts back from the rice paper, looked at the content on the talisman paper crane, and subconsciously nodded, "Well, let's go."

Yu Gan turned around and bowed to everyone, lazily explaining, got up and flew to Bai Xingjian's side, saying, "Boss, let's go back quickly."

"Huh? Huh, oh." Bai Xingjian also didn't come back to his senses, and mechanically flew towards Dali Temple with Yu Gan.

As soon as Yu Gan left, the soaring literary spirit on the rice paper also slowly dissipated. Only then did the people around him, including Li Xun, realize that the person who wrote the poem ran away!

Li Xun looked at the last three words "Zhuan Zhuge" on the rice paper, feeling inexplicably sad, and really wanted to see the second half.

Not only him, but everyone around him became restless, and the scene immediately became lively.

"Where are people? Where did people go?"

"What's behind Zhuan Zhuge? Who can tell me? I'm feeling really uncomfortable right now."

"There are such pure poems in the world. I was lucky to see them with my own eyes, but I regret not being able to see the whole picture."

"What's the name of the person who wrote the poem just now? Don't get me wrong, I just want to get to know him, not tie him back and put him in front of the desk."

"His name is Yu Gan, the director of Dali Temple. Didn't he say that he is a mere student of the Imperial College? Or a student of Dr. Zhang?"

"Yu Gan? Is that the director of the Dali Temple with two fragmented poems circulating?"

"Can anyone tell me where he is now?"

"Wait, Dr. Zhang's disciple. Ask Dr. Zhang."

So, everyone flocked to Zhang Sitong, asking for all the information about Yu Gan.

The most important thing is to know what the second half of the poem is,

How could it be like this, I took off my trousers, and you just took half of it off after you took it off?

This makes everyone feel uncomfortable.

Zhang Sitong also recalled the shock of the poem now, but at the moment his face was full of bewilderment.

I'm Yu Gan's teacher now?Is Yu Gan a member of the Guozijian?

In my mind, I remembered what Yu Gan said to him just now to cooperate with him. Could it be that this is what he was referring to?

But where does the Imperial College have such outstanding students?

Looking at the chattering friends around him, Zhang Sitong was the same head and two big.

But after all, he is still an official of the imperial court, not that kind of pedantic old pedant, remembering what Yu Gan said just now, he stroked his beard, smiled brightly, and tied Yu Gan to the Imperial College without politeness.

"However, Yu Gan is indeed a student of the Imperial Academy, and he and I are both teachers and friends."

Beside the desk, Zhu Chen and Du Ruhan stood side by side.The former asked, "Master Du, what do you think of this term?"

Du Ruhan was silent for a long while, and then sighed deeply, "There should be half of this poem, if it is finished, I can be sure that no one will be able to surpass this poem on the Mid-Autumn Festival in a thousand years.

The moon is not mentioned everywhere, but the moon is everywhere.As soon as this word came out, there were no more moon-chanting poems in the world. "

Zhu Chen squinted at Yu Ganyuan's back, his eyes were slightly thoughtful, and he didn't know what he was thinking, so he just shook his head slightly in the end.

"Pity."

the other side.

Yu Xiaowan was talking happily with Li Nianxiang.

"Two sisters, what is that beam of light over there?" Yu Xiaoqiang asked, pointing at the thick bruise.

Ye Chanyi looked at it with a slight frown, and finally said, "It's Wen Qi, someone is writing poems that resonate with the aura of heaven and earth."

"So powerful!" Yu Xiaowan was shocked, "Can scholars really be so powerful? This aura looks so powerful."

Li Nianxiang also sighed with emotion, "I've never seen such a literary style, it's not that I don't know who is splashing ink there."

"Let's go and have a look, I'm so curious." Yu Xiaowan gave a suggestion with an excited face.

Li Nianxiang and Ye Chanyi looked at each other, and the former nodded with a smile on his face, "Okay, then go and have a look."

But right here, a message came and landed in Yu Xiaowan's hands. Yu Xiaowan took it and looked at it, her expression changed suddenly, it was Yu Xiaoqiang who sent it.The content is also news to inform Xuanjing.

She quickly stood up and said, "Sisters, I have something urgent to do, so I have to leave now, let's talk next time."

"Uh, okay." Li Nianxiang froze for a moment, but still nodded.

Ye Chanyi didn't say anything, just nodded slightly.

Yu Xiaowan didn't delay any longer, and flew directly to the sky towards the north.

Only Ye Chanyi and Li Nianxiang were left on the flower boat. Without the lively girl Yu Xiaowan, the scene became quiet for a while.

Li Nianxiang was the first to speak at last, "Sister Ye still want to go and have a look?"

"I can do it." Ye Chanyi nodded slightly.

Li Nianxiang was about to tell the guards to turn around, at this moment, the bluish purple aura suddenly dissipated, and a light boat was speeding towards them not far away.

"Princess, princess, I have great news." It was Xiao Cai standing at the bow of the boat who shouted, with an extremely excited look on her face.

Before the person arrives, the sound arrives first.

"The son-in-law just wrote poems and was praised as the best in the past and present, but now many people are talking about the son-in-law."

(Sorry for the short update. When I was coding, ten fingers suddenly went numb like an electric shock. I couldn’t code at all. It scared me half to death. I checked it on the Internet. The cause of this is a bad disease. I’ll see it tomorrow See if it gets better, if it doesn't get better, I probably have to go to the hospital.)
[The update time has been changed, it will be after twelve o'clock. 】

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