Fisherman's Song Dynasty

As the words fell to the ground, the man turned around from the side. His face was as white as jade and his lips were vermilion. With a big Yanghua cloak and a purple gauze turban on his head, Qian Tongzhi's face changed slightly when he appeared, but Zhang Ling and the other three greeted him overjoyed.

The crown clothes of the Song Dynasty are very particular. For example, the scholar’s ​​headscarf is one of them. Usually, those who have not yet achieved fame wear the Xiaoyao scarf or Dongpo scarf. Only those who have won the Juren can wear this purple gauze. A long turban made by Luo.

The common people present were all watching the excitement, and even made a fuss when the third scholar was embarrassed just now, but now that the scholar appeared, they all shut their mouths and kept silent.

Qian Tongzhi sneered: "Who am I? It turns out to be Mr. Hu, but I don't know where the bullying Mr. Hu said came from?"

One called him brother and the other called him young master, which made it clear that Qian Tongzhi looked down on him, but Mr. Hu didn't mind, and still smiled and said: "Brother Qian, I'd like to advise you, this matter has nothing to do with you, so don't worry about it." You have to get involved, otherwise..."

Qian Tongzhi raised his eyebrows: "Otherwise, what? Hu Chang, this is not the gate of the bureaucracy. Why, do you still want to seek personal revenge in broad daylight?"

Xu Zizhen next to him was taken aback, official department?Is this kid's father a high official?This is a bit difficult to do, the second generation of officials!

Hu Chang laughed: "No, no, how dare my younger brother ruin my father's name, but although the literary talents of my three friends are not top-grade, they are not something this commoner brother can humiliate at will, so... this commoner brother I'm afraid a flesh and blood pain is unavoidable, so my younger brother advises Brother Qian, you'd better get out of the way."

Qian Tongzhi said disdainfully: "What if I don't flash? Are you planning to teach me a lesson too?"

Although the two of them did not move for the time being, the anger in their words had slowly spread out, and Xu Zizhen couldn't help being moved. This Qian Tongzhi was a sweetheart, and he had never met him before, yet he dared to talk to the official. The second generation confronts each other, although his background may not be too small.

I made this friend, Xu Zizhen was about to take a step to take this matter back to himself, but he heard a commotion in the crowd, and someone exclaimed: "Mr. Gu is here!"

Hu Chang's ears were sharp, and he also heard the exclamation. The hand he was about to wave stopped immediately, and he looked around in a blink of an eye. He saw that the crowd automatically separated, and an old man with white beard and hair was walking with an ancient cane. He came over, but even though he was old, his eyes were still extremely fierce. When he walked up to Hu Chang and only glanced at him, Hu Chang was so frightened that he lowered his hands and dared not make a sound. Zhang Ling and the other three shrank even more. When I got to the side, I didn't dare to take a breath.

"Hmph!" The old man knocked his crutches lightly on the ground, and said coldly, "Appreciating chrysanthemums in the golden autumn is a very elegant thing, but you are shouting and screaming here, what a shame!"

When Hu Chang saw the old man, he put away his playful look, obediently saluted the old man, and said with a sneer, "Students don't dare."

Qian Tongzhi actually put away his disdainful expression, and said respectfully to the old man, "Mr. Gu!"

Xu Zizhen was surprised, and asked Mo Lier in a low voice: "Who is this old man? Why does everyone look like a grandson when they see him?"

Mo Lier suppressed a smile and replied: "This is a great Confucian in the world, Mr. Gu Yi Gu, a classmate and friend of Mi Fu, a great master in the previous dynasty, with a noble nature and a wealth of knowledge. Nowadays, many Confucian scholars in Suzhou have been taught by Mr. Gu, such as this Mr. Qian used to be Mr. Gu's disciple."

Xu Zizhen was stunned, of course Mi Fu knew about Mi Tian, ​​one of the Four Great Masters of the Northern Song Dynasty, but it seemed normal to be able to be friends with this lunatic.

Gu Yi supported his crutches with both hands, and said indifferently: "What is the reason you two are fighting here?"

Relying on the fact that he is Gu Yi's student, Hu Chang rushed to explain the matter, which was naturally unavoidable. Qian Tongzhi was anxious to hear it, but he didn't dare to intervene immediately. You must know that when the master was in power in the Northern Song Dynasty, who They dare not be disrespectful to a great Confucian scholar.

After hearing what Hu Chang said, Gu Yi asked, "You mean, this young man insulted Zhang Anlu?"

Zhang Ling hurriedly nodded and said: "Exactly, this person speaks vulgarly, and the students are angry, but this is why they started fighting, please teacher..."

Unexpectedly, without waiting for him to finish speaking, Gu Yi yelled heavily with his crutches: "Shut up! This old man just thinks that this little brother scolded me a little too politely!"

As soon as these words came out, Xu Zizhen's impression of Gu Yi suddenly changed greatly. It's rare that there are people who really help others but not relatives in this world.

After being reprimanded by Gu Yi, Zhang Ling didn't dare to say anything anymore, and continued to shrink his neck to hide behind others. Hu Chang said with a dry smile: "Teacher, if you scold the students, the students will naturally recognize it, but it's just this big character." Brother Zhang Xian was annoyed by the outrageous words from the little people who didn't know him."

"Who said I can't read Chinese characters anymore?" Xu Zizhen couldn't pretend to be dumb anymore. Old man Gu kindly helped him, so he couldn't be ignorant, so he jumped out immediately when he heard this.

Hu Chang sneered: "So what about literacy? Do you think you can teach me Deyun Society by knowing a few words? Arrogance!"

Gu Yi shouted: "Enough!"

Xu Zizhen bowed his hands to Gu Yi, and said with a smile: "Mr. Gu, you are old enough to argue with the younger generation. I started this matter, and I should settle it." After speaking, he lifted his chin to Hu Chang, "Then you can draw the line, we don't dare to say a lesson, in Mr. Hu's opinion, what should I do to be qualified to teach... Uh, how about telling the truth?"

Hu Chang saw that Gu Yi had made a comeback, and knew that it would be impossible to be tough today, and he could only follow his own heart by taking this opportunity to embarrass this kid, and by the way, Qian Tongzhi also lost a big man.

"It's very simple. Today, my mentor, Mr. Gu, is here, and you will write a poem with the theme of chrysanthemum. As long as my mentor nods and praises you for a good word, then I will naturally admit that you are qualified. If you can't... ..."

Xu Zizhen interrupted disdainfully: "Then I'll get out immediately, and I'll call you Lord from now on! Tsk... Do you really think that you brothers are the only ones in the world who can read and write? Today, I, a commoner with muddy legs, will let you go!" Open your eyes! Come on, compose poems or fill in lyrics? It’s up to you.”

Seeing his confident appearance, Hu Chang was a little uncertain, but considering his swear words, he estimated that the level of writing poems was not very high. After thinking about it, he said: "Don't say I bully you, just fill in the It’s all about the words, and the word cards are optional.”

Xu Zizhen chuckled: "Is the key word right? Then listen carefully..."

He narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at the cluster of golden silk lamps in front of him, and took a deep breath.

"The mist is dense and the clouds worry about the eternal day, and the auspicious brain eliminates the golden beast. The festival is double ninth, and the jade pillow is in the gauze kitchen, and it is cool in the middle of the night. After Dongli puts the wine at dusk, there is a dark fragrance full of sleeves. There is no way to lose the soul, the curtain rolls in the west wind, People are thinner than yellow flowers."

The autumn wind swayed slightly, thousands of chrysanthemums swayed, and Xu Zizhen's voice was low and melodious, which clearly penetrated into the ears of everyone present.

Quiet, deathly quiet at the scene!

Suzhou has always had a profound humanistic background, and there has never been a shortage of talented scholars and beauties. Even if they can't write good sentences, they can hear good or bad. The shock was unmatched.

Gu Yi was one of them who was shocked. Originally, he thought that Xu Zizhen had only read a few books. If he could write doggerel, he could barely pass the test, so as not to be made things difficult by Hu Chang, a dude, but he never thought of himself. Before he finished his thoughts, Xu Zizhen recited such a poem. Although the word is a bit more feminine, it is really a good poem.

The old man was stunned for a moment, and it took him a long time to come back to his senses. His beard and hair were calm and he said excitedly: "Okay! What a man is thinner than a yellow flower! What a drunken flower shade! This... this, this, this is amazing!" It’s really a good saying through the ages!”

Xu Zizhen smiled and bowed: "Sir, you praise me, but I'm terrified." But he was thinking in his heart, counting the years, Li Qingzhao should not have divorced yet, so this poem should not have been born yet, so don't be fooled by it. It's better for people to tear it apart.

Hu Chang was also stunned for a moment, he was a real person, but this person was more or less tainted by his father's secret manipulation. In all fairness, with his level, he really couldn't make such a good word.

Seeing that his teacher, Mr. Gu Yi, was so excited, he made it clear that he was in a difficult position, and now he simply pretended to be stupid and didn't understand, and didn't comment on the poem at all, and said coldly: "Your Excellency is not a rhetorical poem. Is everything okay? Why don’t you come up with another quatrain?”

Xu Zizhen laughed loudly: "I know you don't give up, no matter what, I will convince you thoroughly."

After he finished speaking, he didn't act like he did just now, he just opened his mouth and chanted: "The three paths of the hometown spit out secluded bushes, and the dark frost fell into the blue sky overnight. In the past, I was a wanderer in a foreign country, and I was afraid of returning home later to see the autumn wind."

Now Hu Chang was completely dumbfounded, Zhang Ling and the other three scholars were also dumbfounded, this is commoner?Is this kid really a commoner?Maybe it was some champion man who disguised himself and came here to tease us?

Unexpectedly, Xu Zizhen didn't finish this, he turned around and bowed to Gu Yi who was also stunned: "Hide the first song, Mr. Yijing, Mr. Wang accepts it with a smile."

When he said this, Gu Yi immediately recognized the taste, and put together the first word of each line of the poem, so Mr. Yi...Mr. Gu Yi!

Whoa!

At this moment, everyone around the flower show was shocked. Others are called talented when they can write poems in seven steps, and they are called geniuses if they can write poems in three steps. Then what is it that he writes poems without even thinking about it?Outstanding talent?Wizards?

Gu Yi tremblingly expressed everyone's thoughts: "Wizard, genius! I have lived for more than [-] years in vain, and I have never seen such a genius as the young master. May I ask the young master's name? Where did you learn from?"

Xu Zizhen is probably the only young man who can get such an evaluation from the great Confucian Mr. Gu Yi, but Xu Zizhen still looks cynical, with a grin on the corner of his mouth and said: "You are too polite, my boy Xu Zizhen, who grew up in a poor family. I don’t care about school, I just learned a few words under the guidance of my father.”

Hearing this, Gu Yi suddenly grabbed Xu Zizhen's sleeve, and said excitedly: "My little friend is quick-witted, quick-witted, and talented in writing. If you take time, you will surely become a master of the generation. If you don't dislike it, I would like to write a book to recommend you to the Xiuwentang in the capital. "

Xu Zizhen was puzzled, he didn't know what Xiuwentang was, but the crowd watching the fun was stunned, Hu Chang and others were full of envy, Qian Tongzhi and the Dali Duan brothers were full of envy.