At the beginning, Emperor Yang of Sui was kidnapped

Chapter 75
The next day, Xu Mu ordered a hundred Tiefutu personal guards to start setting up the Spring Festival Terrace early in the morning.

After traveling to this era, Xu Mu discovered that this era attaches great importance to Lichun, the first of the 24 solar terms.

In previous years, Luoyang would build spring sheds in the traffic fortress to welcome the spring, and put up colorful flags everywhere, lead the cattle, and start parading the streets.

During the parade, more and more people will join the team and go to the county government office to report the spring together.

Of course, these are the customs of the common people.

For scholars, the beginning of spring is the best opportunity to enjoy the spring and recite poems.

After setting up the spring welcome platform, before the time came, Xu Mu took Fan Zhu and Wang Zhao to stand at the gate of He Ruozhuang to welcome the supervising students of the Imperial College.

To be honest, when... Lu Chu appeared in his field of vision with a group of prison students wearing Confucian scarves and prison uniforms, Xu Mu actually burst into tears.

"Lao Fang is finally not fighting alone!"

He thought of the old house that worked so hard in Wanmin City, and he was filled with emotion.

More than 400 supervising students are all filled in the lord's mansion, and then all the people accumulated in Yangcheng are introduced into Wanmin City to digest, and Wanmin City will enter a stage of rapid development.

Not long after, Wang Tong arrived at He Ruozhuang with only one follower.

Xu Mu asked Wang Zhao to take Lu Chu and other Guozi Jiansheng to Yingchun Terrace, while he and Wang Tong walked at the end.

"I thought about it all night yesterday, and I have a new view on Confucianism. Do you have time to discuss it together?"

Wang Tong looked at Xu Mu with high interest, and couldn't hide the excitement between his brows.

It has been so many years, he is too talented, pedantic about heaven and man, he can only admire himself, and there is no one to talk about.

But yesterday, Xu Mu's four ways out of Confucianism proposed by Xu Mu enlightened him, and he tossed and turned after returning home, unable to fall asleep.

Xu Mu looked at Wang Tong who was full of thirst for knowledge, the corners of his mouth twitched, pointed at Lu Chu and the others in front of him, and politely refused, "I came here today to appreciate the spring, I'm afraid I might neglect the Imperial College students."

It was only then that Wang Tong realized that today was a special event for the Imperial College students, so he quickly calmed down his excitement and followed Xu Mu silently.

I plan to discuss Confucianism with Xu Mu after the spring appreciation is over.

Later, under the leadership of Lu Chu, more than [-] supervisors began to appreciate spring poems, some recited the classics of the sages, learned new things by reviewing the past, and some improvised.

Every time a good poem comes out, it attracts applause from the audience.

Lu Chu will also commend him and mark this supervising student as an excellent in his academic assessment.

So these supervising students attached great importance to today, racked their brains one after another, and wrote poems and poems in He Ruozhuang.

Everyone chanted poems one after another, and within a short time, there appeared more than ten poems that were rated as the best by Lu Chu.

Xu Mu shook his head helplessly when he heard the poems read by the group of arty people.

Whenever a poem is recited, his first reaction is... that's it?
Of course, when it comes to writing poetry, he must be inferior to this group of people.

It's just that there are too many famous stories about Yinchun from later generations in his mind.

Wang Tong has been standing by Xu Mu's side. As a great master of Confucianism, he has no intention of comparing himself with these ten-year-old students.

I never even thought about writing poetry.

In his view, writing poetry is just a small way, and the real way is to revive Confucianism, develop Confucianism, teach and educate people, and benefit the common people.

But when he saw Xu Mu's disdainful expression, he couldn't help asking: "These poems are indeed a little immature. Could it be that my little friend already has poem drafts in his heart?"

Xu Mu was taken aback, and shook his head again and again: "How is it possible, I don't have one, don't talk nonsense."

He just unconsciously showed disdain...

I didn't say I could write poetry.

This is not in conflict at all.

Just kidding, he doesn't want to be regarded as a professional poet copyist. He traveled to this era to rebel and to end this troubled world.

I didn't come here to copy poems to pretend to be slapped in the face.

And... Today is the home field for this group of supervisors, and Xu Mu doesn't want to steal their glory.

He now hopes that they will sing more poems, have more entertainment, consume more energy, and then... eat more at the noon banquet.

Seeing that Xu Mu didn't say anything, Wang Tong shook his head and smiled, and didn't say anything more.

His little friend is good everywhere, but he is too humble.

That expression, obviously has a well-thought-out plan, otherwise how could there be such a disdainful look?

Then, suddenly there was a burst of applause among the students in front, and a group of people applauded one after another.

"Okay! Brother Song's poem is full of spring, penetrating three points, it should be the best work so far!"

"As soon as this poem comes out, Zhao will bow down!"

……

A series of compliments were generously given to the most dazzling student in the field.

Naturally, it also attracted the attention of Xu Mu and Wang Tong.

"Spring labor movement is latent and clever, and there are traces everywhere. The tops of the courtyard are fresh, and the rocks melt into the warm veins. The shadow of the clear lake plucks the thorns, and the sound of the small trees is latticed. You must know that under the Yufeng, there are tourists looking for fragrance every day."

Lu Chu was reciting the poem written by this student repeatedly, his eyes became brighter.

"It's a good sentence to find a guest every day, Song Guanlan. This poem is not bad, and it can be the first of the best works for this spring outing." Lu Chu issued a comment from the Guozijian Jijiu.

The student named Song Guanlan immediately showed joy, and quickly said modestly: "It's because of the good teaching of wine sacrifices on weekdays. The students are dull and pondered for a long time before they got such a song."

And Wang Tong couldn't help smiling and nodding after listening to his poem.

There is no doubt about the talent of this poem, and it does have two brushes.

Immediately...he looked at Xu Mu beside him.

I wanted to see Xu Mu's reaction.

As a result, Xu Mu's expression was as usual, with no expression on his face. After listening to this poem, his heart was not fluctuated, and he even wanted to ask the kitchen if lunch was ready.

He is really not interested in writing poetry.

It's a pity that these students never get tired of it.

"When we return to Wanmin City, we must let them stop being impetuous and be a good public servant of the people!"

Xu Mu thought so, from the perspective of the top leader of the rebel group, this kind of empty talk and comparison cannot be advocated.

No matter how good the poetry is, what is the benefit to the family and the country?
The future empress of the Southern Tang Dynasty, poet through the ages, with unrivaled talent, should also destroy the country and the country, and deserve to die.

"It's dinner, it's dinner!"

When Xu Mu was suffering, someone from the kitchen finally came to speak.

It was almost noon.

This group of students had been reciting poems and composing poems all morning, and their mouths and tongues were already parched, and their stomachs were flattened.

After being called out like this, he repeatedly said that it was important to eat first.

"Let's go, let's eat first!"

"In the morning, Song Guanlan has a fan-seeker for the first day, so he has to be the leader. In the afternoon, I must compose another one. We can't let him monopolize the limelight!"

……

Seeing a group of people marching towards the banquet, Xu Mu couldn't help but sneered.

Still want to come this afternoon?

"Little friend, why are you sneering?" Wang Tong, who was always watching Xu Mu, asked suddenly.

Xu Mu was taken aback, and said earnestly, "Old Wang, you must eat and drink more today. Don't be polite to my cousin. His family owns a restaurant."

Wang Tong was a little confused, so he followed Xu Mu to the banquet.

This is an open-air banquet, because more than [-] people will be entertained at one time.

Xu Mu specially prepared more than 40 banquet tables.

The scene was magnificent.

As soon as they sat down at the table, the group of supervisors couldn't help but said after seeing such a scene: "In the past, there was Wang Xizhi's Qushui Liushang, who entertained guests at the Lanting, and then the Lanting Collection was famous all over the world. Today, Master He Ruozhuang invited us to a banquet, why not?" He wrote a poem?"

The corner of Xu Mu's mouth twitched, his old face darkened.

Are you guys in high spirits?Can't stop your mouth with food?

However, if the other party wanted to praise him, Xu Mu couldn't directly refute him, so he could only let them make the fu.

Afterwards, fresh Fu came out one after another, and the group of supervisors cheered and cheered one after another, and the guests and hosts enjoyed themselves.

Of course, Xu Mu, the master, was not happy at all.

Why don't you eat a little.

There are already many dishes on the table.

They are busy making Fu, but they don't eat?
Isn't the food in my Xianweiju delicious?

Helpless, Xu Mu could only wink at Lu Chu and let him take the lead in eating. As a result, the sacrificial wine was immersed in the friendly communication atmosphere of the students and couldn't extricate itself, completely ignoring him.

After all the dishes were served, Xu Mu realized...these supervisors can really handle hunger.

Zuofu was in high spirits, and each of them was thinking hard, but they didn't even pick up the chopsticks.

Xu Mu was just about to spit out a mouthful of old blood.

Among the people present, only Wang Tong picked up the chopsticks honestly, but he didn't eat much. After taking a few mouthfuls, he noticed that Xu Mu's expression was not right, and couldn't help asking: "Little friend, can you... on your mind?"

Xu Mu glanced at him and found that he didn't even take a few bites of the food in front of him.

With this weight, Mongolian sweat medicine can't be overwhelmed at all.

This ancient drug is very large. Xu Mu has tested it, and it must be taken in large doses, and it can only be overwhelmed by eating a lot of food.

"Old Wang, come on, eat more, this fish soup is fresh, drink more, and this leg of lamb, just pick it up and eat it, you're welcome..."

There was no other way, Xu Mu had no choice but to bring food to his university president himself.

Wang Tong was overwhelmed by the flattery, and quickly thanked him, but he began to eat silently under the unfathomable hospitality.

This little friend is too enthusiastic, right?
Although he was puzzled, he didn't suspect anything else, and silently solved the large plate of food that Xu Mu had given him.

Afterwards, Xu Mu looked at these supervising students who made him feel a little bit worried.

It was almost the end of noon, and they were still immersed in the fu, unable to extricate themselves.

Leng didn't eat a bite.

"It's really... there are you."

Xu Mu held back for a long time, not knowing what to say.

The key is that Lu Chu was also immersed in appreciating the prose, unable to extricate himself, and did not move his chopsticks.

It seems that there is only one persuading poem.

In the end, for the sake of their appetite, Xu Mu found a poem that he still remembered, and read it in a low voice in front of Lu Chu.

"Scallion leaves have morning dew, but hibiscus branches have no permanent flowers.

The same is true today, promoting life and life.

……

Kuang is on the way to fame and fortune, and there are turmoil in his life.

Hiding traps deep in the heart, weaving snares with clever words.

If you look up, you don't see it, and you don't want to be drunk. "

Under Xu Mu's deliberate chanting loudly, all the students looked at him, the sponsor of He Ruozhuang's spring outing banquet this time.

The literary talent in it is not gorgeous, but in the writing, spring is written into it, and life is also written into it.

Everyone was stunned, they never expected that the owner of He Ruozhuang was so talented.

The most important thing is that they read the last two sentences that Xu Mu gritted his teeth and recited emphatically: "If you raise your eyes, you can't see, how about not getting drunk?"

Are you fucking blind?What kind of trouble do you want to make if you don't eat at this point?
They already felt the intense...anger in Master He Ruozhuang's poems.

(End of this chapter)