Fisherman's Song Dynasty

Those three laughing as if no one else was there were the scholars who bumped into Xu Zizhen just now, standing beside a bush of early chrysanthemums in full bloom, shaking their heads triumphantly, looking like Lao Tzu's literary talent is the best in the world.

Xu Zizhen has been thinking about teaching those three people a lesson, but he didn't expect to meet them again here. Hearing that they wanted to combine sentences into a poem, it aroused his curiosity. After coming to the Song Dynasty, he hadn't seen anyone composing on the spot. What about poetry?

"Since that's the case, I'll be the younger brother to attract others first." The fattest among the three shook his folding fan lightly, walked back and forth for a few steps, stood still and said loudly, "The autumn wind blows the green calyx, and the colors are mixed with purple."

Xu Zizhen almost didn't catch his breath. Is this also called poetry?Mixed color, this fat man played too much mahjong, right?

The shortest one among the three clapped his hands and smiled, "Wonderful, wonderful! Brother Su's first sentence is so wonderful, isn't it embarrassing little brother?"

Fat Brother Su smiled and said: "Brother Ping, what did you say? Your knowledge is not inferior to mine. Take it quickly, don't ask for punishment."

The short brother Ping laughed, but he was unambiguous. He came as soon as he opened his mouth, put away the folding fan in his hand, and smiled wickedly at the older girls and daughters-in-law who were passing by: "I want to return home with the fragrance, and be a flower appreciator alone."

Xu Zizhen now has the heart to hit the wall. He, a second-rate university student, knows that poetry must be rhymed, but what are these two guys reading?It's not as good as oil!That dwarf is even more irritating, the thing he made is tantamount to molesting so many women in public, he is simply a whore!

At this time, the third scholar spoke. He was quite gentle, and he didn't say anything all the time, but he seemed to be the most attractive one. Pass."

Judging from his expression, it seems that he himself is quite satisfied with his poem, but Xu Zizhen is no longer able to complain, and even the two Dali scholars, Duan Chen and Duan Yan next to him, both want to laugh and are embarrassed to laugh, look. , Even foreigners despise it, don't they?

The three scholars soon discovered another thing. Each of them had one sentence, and now there are six sentences, but there is still one sentence short of the whole poem, and who should fill in the last sentence?The three of them began to pretend to be polite to each other again.

Suddenly, a loud voice burst out from the crowd: "Three sluts are surprised!"

"Hahaha……"

All the people looking at the flowers here, no matter whether they are educated or not, were shocked by this plain language, and then suddenly burst into laughter.

Duan Chen was quite graceful, he covered his mouth with his hands and tried to hold back, but his shoulders were twitching and shaking non-stop, Mo Lier turned around and bit his lips, afraid that he would laugh out loud by accident, But the little face was already flushed, Duan Yan didn't have any scruples at all, she just laughed so hard that she squatted on the ground covering her stomach, tears flying down her face.

However, Xu Zizhen, the instigator of this chaos, had a blank expression, and wondered: "What? Did I catch it well?"

"It's you!" The fat man has already recognized that this is the person who was deliberately bumped by him at the foot of the mountain. If you say that this kid is too annoying, such a mud-legged person is accompanied by a beautiful woman who is as beautiful as a flower, and now he still makes up such a sentence Disgusting yourself with crooked poems is tolerable, what can't be tolerated!

Xu Zizhen pretended to be stupid on purpose: "Huh? This brother knows me?"

"Ah bah! Who knows you muddy legs?" The fat on the fat man's face was already trembling with anger. If he hadn't seen his strong figure, he would have rushed over to beat him up. "I ask you, you just now What does that mean?"

Mud legs?It was really the first time Xu Zizhen was scolded for this, but it's no wonder that he couldn't wear official clothes to the temple fair, and Jin Yuxi borrowed this clothes from him now, Xiao Jin is not a rich man, this clothes are tailor-made clothes The ordinary goods bought in the shop look no different from ordinary people.

"Isn't your son a scholar? Why can't you understand such a simple sentence?" Xu Zizhen looked surprised.

The two scholars at the side also gathered around, and the short man sneered and said, "Boy, are you tired of working? How dare you even offend us?"

Deyun Club?Did Guo Degang also time travel?Xu Zizhen was taken aback, then turned his head and asked Mo Lier, "What is Deyun Society? Is it also about cross talk?"

Mo Lier finally couldn't help but let out a burst of laughter, but as soon as the laughter came out, she felt that it was inappropriate, and said quickly: "Brother Xu, Deyun Club is the largest poetry club in Jiangnan...but Lier doesn't know what cross talk is. What."

Xu Zizhen was stunned, but then he said disdainfully: "Tch! The number one? Is it so big? You have muddy legs... Don't look at it, just say you are fat, I don't think your level is even as good as muddy legs. Have the nerve to laugh at others?"

The fat man's face turned blue, and he didn't know what to say. The short man opened his folding fan with a bang, and said proudly, "Laughing at you? What are you? Are you worthy of the young master's laugh?"

Xu Zizhen hadn't spoken yet, but Duan Yan beside him couldn't help it anymore, jumped out with his hands on his hips and cursed: "You three guys who don't know the so-called, write bad poems without knowing, but look at beautiful women with sneaky eyes, if you say The Deyun Society is full of people like this, it is really a shame to the scholars all over the world!"

As soon as these words came out, even the scholar who had always been silent and pretended to be cool couldn't help it, and took a step forward and shouted angrily: "Shut up! Where did you come from with a yellow mouth? How dare you judge a scholar at such a young age?"

Xu Zizhen was afraid that Duan Yan would suffer, so he pulled Duan Yan behind him, and said with a sneer, "Hey, from your tone, the three of you seem to be from a scholarly family. Didn't you ask the three of you about their surnames?"

He hadn't been in the Northern Song Dynasty for long, and he didn't know if the three live treasures in front of him were the number one in history, so he had to inquire first before talking, and if he encountered one he knew, he would have a way to deal with it.

The scholar stood proudly, pointed at the fat man and said, "This Brother Su, Su Shiqing, is the son of Lord Su, the Shaofu Shaojian." Then pointing to the short man, he said, "This Brother Ping Dawu, is the son of Lord Ping, a doctor of the Ministry of Rites."

Xu Zizhen curled his lips, he didn't know him, he hadn't heard of it.

The scholar pointed at himself for the last time, and said coldly: "I'm not talented Zhang Ling, my father was a Jinshi in the eighth year of Tiansheng, and Zhang Xian was the former magistrate of Guozhou!"

Huh?Zhang Xian?The name is so familiar.

Xu Zizhen searched in his mind, and suddenly he was taken aback: "You mean Zhang Xian, Mr. Zhang Anlu?"

He really came across someone he had heard of. This piece was first a famous poet in the Northern Song Dynasty. He didn’t know if he was an official or not, but this Mr. Zhang is quite famous for his romantic nature. It was all his love affairs, and he even married a concubine at the age of 80, which can be said to be a treasure.

At that time, when Su Dongpo drank the wedding wine, he impromptuly composed a poem to make fun of him: mandarin ducks were trapped in a double night, and a pear tree pressed a crabapple.That's the old man.

Zhang Ling couldn't help but feel a little complacent, his head raised higher and higher: "Hmph, you are quite knowledgeable."

Xu Zizhen nodded sharply: "Yes, yes, so it seems that the three sons really have the origin of the scholarly family, admiration!" Suddenly he changed the tone and sneered, "It's just that Mr. Zhang failed to inherit your father's family. Literary talent, but I just learned his flair, oh no, flirt is not, it can only be called obscene, I think your father will be ashamed of you if he knows it."

"Bastard!" This Zhang Ling couldn't keep cool anymore, and he said angrily, "How dare you slander my late father, come and take him down!"

After all, he is the son of an official, and there are always a few dog legs following him. As soon as he gave the order, several people ran past him, all of them with ferocious faces and menacing looks, and they were about to capture Xu Zizhen.

"Stop!" There was a loud shout from the crowd, and a young man who was looking foolish came out waving his folding fan, glanced at those dog legs, and scolded, "Go back!"

Zhang Ling and Su Shiqing and Ping Dawu were already gearing up to go up and beat up Xu Zizhen to get rid of the anger in their chests, but when they saw this young man appearing, they immediately went limp.

Su Shiqing smiled dryly and moved over: "I don't know Brother Qian is here, but I'm being rude." Ping Dawu also came over to salute, and Zhang Ling waved his hand sullenly, making several servants retreat.

The young man surnamed Qian walked over slowly, and said proudly: "I said Zhang Ling, this temple fair is a place of entertainment, how decent is it for you to let the servants do whatever they want?"

Zhang Ling seemed to be quite afraid of this scholar surnamed Qian. He twitched his mouth and held back his anger. Then he said what Xu Zizhen had just said casually and insulted the three of them, and finally bowed: "Brother Qian, forgive me. My younger brother also doesn't want to do such a reckless thing in this beautiful place, but this person insulted my late father, my younger brother can just..."

The scholar surnamed Qian waved his hand: "Hey! It's a big deal, I thought he did something to you, didn't he just tell the truth?"

"You!" This time Zhang Ling's face couldn't hold back anymore, and suddenly flushed.

Qian Shusheng ignored him, turned around to look at Xu Zizhen, patted him on the shoulder after looking him up and down, and said with a smile, "Brother, it's okay, a commoner actually made the three of them so popular as scholars, what's your name?"

Xu Zizhen had a good impression of him, especially the tone of his mouth was somewhat similar to his own, and he was so out of tune. He waved his hands and smiled and said, "My name is Xu Zizhen, what do you call me buddy?"

"It's easy to say, my surname is Qian and my name is Fang, and I have the same characters."

Xu Zizhen is happy, Comrade Qian Fang?The name is so postmodern.

But at this moment, a strange voice sounded from not far away: "Brother Qian, why don't you study obediently at home in broad daylight and come here to help outsiders bully us?"