Dao Fruit

"Qiu Yan is gone?"

Sure enough, after hearing the news, Song Yuan and Zhao Bingcheng's expressions were not very good.

"What's going on? Could it be that something happened again?" Song Yuan said, his eyes falling on Glolan.

"Report to the Protector-General," Gloran said, "My nephew is here with the intention of reconciliation, but his status is different. He can't take the initiative to talk to Qiu Yan. Who would have thought that he would leave suddenly."

As a tribal prince of the Swamp people, he maintained his identity and was unwilling to condescend to show his kindness. Song Yuan understood this and appreciated Gloran's appropriate response.

At this time, Zhao Bingcheng asked: "I have seen Mr. Qiu Yan. He is a measured person. He cannot leave midway without any reason. There must be a reason for everything. Come here and tell me everything about today."

Noticing the implicit appreciation and protection of Qiu Yan in Zhao Bingcheng's words, all the Confucian scholars felt a chill in their hearts. Gu Yan was thoughtful, while Fang Ziyan took a step forward and was about to speak.

However, before his words came out of his mouth, he was preempted by others.

"Reporting to Mr. Zhao, I know something about this matter."

It was Qi Xin who spoke.

"You are the son of General Qi," Zhao Bingcheng looked at the sound and nodded, "Tell me everything exactly."

"Yes." Qi Xin nodded and respectfully told what happened before.

Seeing this, Fang Ziyan had no choice but to give up. As he listened, he discovered a clue: "Why does Qi Xin seem to be trying to defend Qiu Yan? He seems to be narrating, but in fact he always says good things to Qiu Yan!"

Qi Xin spoke very plainly, telling everything that happened after Qiu Yan came in. He first said that Qiu Yan solved sixty lantern riddles in a row during a cup of tea, making everyone feel ashamed, and then said that the others were other people. Recording poems and writing them already have charm.

At the beginning. Zhao Bingcheng just looked surprised when he heard that Qiu Yan solved sixty questions in a row. But when Qi Xin said that Qiu Yan's calligraphy was excellent and his writing was full of rhyme, Zhao Bingcheng couldn't help but interrupted: "You said his handwriting is good Shen Yun? Do you know what kind of evaluation this is?”

Qi Xin said calmly: "Mr. Hui, I went to the capital with my father a few years ago. I met Mr. Wu Qian once and saw the old man's calligraphy from a distance."

"Have you met Wu Qian?" Zhao Bingcheng was slightly surprised when he heard this.

Gu Yanyan also stepped forward and said, "Qiu Yan's words are really amazing. He has already entered the palace, far surpassing us."

"Oh? Even you said that." Zhao Bingcheng knew about Gu Yan's calligraphy. He studied under Yan Wu and was good at calligraphy, but he didn't expect that he could not even compare to him.

Song Yuan reminded from the side: "Mr. Zhao, let someone take a look at Qiu Sheng's handwriting, and you will know."

"Yes, I am confused." After Zhao Bingcheng finished speaking, Yang Dingyuan walked to the side holding a stack of paper. Hold it with both hands.

Zhao Bingcheng took it and took a look, his eyes suddenly flashed.

"Good words! Good words!"

After several compliments, the expressions of Fang Ziyan and Glolan changed, and the former was annoyed. The latter was surprised.

Listening to Zhao Bingcheng's praise, Song Yuan also leaned over and took a look, his eyes stagnated slightly, and his expression also changed.

He Song Yuan grew up in poverty. He has no research on the art of calligraphy, but he has achieved success in martial arts and life cultivation, when it comes to reading calligraphy. Capture the spirit of it.

"There is really a charm and grandeur in every word of this! Even a person like me who doesn't understand words was affected after reading it!"

"This word is definitely not from Ma Yang. He is upright and majestic, and he sees the words as if he were observing the mind. How can someone write such a person...huh? This poem?" Zhao Bingcheng was still praising the words when he suddenly noticed the five-character poem and squinted. Open your eyes.

"This poem is simple and unpretentious, with a clear artistic conception. It is clearly inspired by emotion. However, in today's cultural gathering, where poems are recited and paired, how can it be connected with the old farmers in the fields? Why did such a poem appear?"

Thinking of this, he looked at Qi Xin.

Qi Xin asked Xian Zhi what he wanted, and told him everything that happened after Glolan arrived, as well as what many Confucian scholars said.

"That's it," Zhao Bingcheng nodded and said to Song Yuan, "You can't blame Qiu Yan for this. Listening to what he said during the day, it's obvious that he is not a flashy person. He can come to the literary conference to give me face. Hear It is reasonable for farmers to be filled with indignation and leave angrily if they insult them.”

Song Yuan also nodded and suppressed the dissatisfaction on his face: "Sir, that's right."

He and Zhao Chengcheng, one led the troops to guard one side and settled the fields for the people; the other was over fifty years old and well-informed. He was not like the group of young ladies and young men in front of him who were ignorant of the sufferings of the people, let alone armchair scholars. Of course, they knew the seemingly humble farmers. , so important to a country, so once he knew the whole story, his dissatisfaction with Qiu Yan turned into appreciation.

Fang Ziyan caught this change in emotion, reflected on their faces, and couldn't help but frown.

"What's going on? Jiedushi and Mr. Zhao were angry just now, but they lost their temper after just looking at the words? Even if Qiu Yan's words have entered the room, it won't make the two big men put down their anger, right? Gu Yanwu's teacher, Yan Wu, was famous all over the world for his calligraphy. When the scholar-officials mentioned him, they didn't mean to give him the impression of being a plaything. "

Fang Ziyan's question was quickly answered when Zhao Bingcheng handed him the one in his hand.

"Take a look."

Fang Ziyan looked down and found that it was a five-character poem. He thought it was Zhao Bingcheng who wanted to test himself. He looked at it carefully, then shook his head and said: "There is nothing outstanding about this poem. The first sentence uses three oblique sounds in a row, which is just ordinary." Compared with other poems, it’s pretty good.”

Zhao Bingcheng shook his head, showing a look of disappointment: "What I want you to see is not the technique of this poem, but the spirit contained in it. If you write a poem just to pile up rhetoric, then you are inverting the pen and ink!"

"This..." After hearing this, Fang Ziyan looked at the poem in his hand again, noticed the meaning inside, and his feeling suddenly changed.

One poem and four sentences, easy to understand.

"The student is wrong." Fang Ziyan quickly lowered his head and looked ashamed. Although those words were not said by him, they were caused by him.

Several Confucian scholars crowded over, and when they saw this poem, their faces suddenly became hot. Those who talked about the farmers blushed, feeling that this poem was just to humiliate themselves and others, and they wanted to argue, but they did not dare to contradict Zhao Bingcheng.

Someone guessed that it was a poem written by Qiu Yan and said, "Qiu Yan says he doesn't know poetry. But he still has such a skill."

"You can only understand the superficial meaning of this poem now, and it will be possible to understand it in more than ten years." Zhao Bingcheng said, glanced at Ge Luolan and others, thinking of what Qi Xin just said, he shook his head secretly, "Sure, As Qiu Yan said, if you don't care about production, you only know how to plunder, you don't feel ashamed, but you feel proud of it, but you will eventually rebel. "

After saying this, he seemed a little depressed. He left a few sentences and left with Qiu Yan's poem.

Song Yuan shook his head, told his daughter, and left Wenqulou.

As the two left, the atmosphere of the cultural gathering became gloomy, and even Song Qian felt a little distraught. I didn’t know what I was thinking, so I answered word by word.

And one of the famous officials and ladies chased the Confucian scholar and asked about Qiu Yan. The Confucian scholars were embarrassed, but no one mentioned the fainting incident anymore.

Today, they were first suppressed by Qiu Yan with lantern riddles. I was distracted by the handwriting again, and finally felt ashamed by a poem. Who else has the face to say anything to Qiu Yan?

Fang Ziyan, who was originally valued by Zhao Chengcheng, was scolded and had a gloomy look on his face.

"Four lines of poems that are not in compliance with the rhythm, the meaning is simple, but they say it will take more than ten years to understand. This Zhao Bingcheng is probably an old fool! Today Qiu Yan came out and treated me as a stepping stone. He is just a nobody. , and I am a talented person with great reputation in Jiannan, how can I bear this tone?"

On the other side, the children of military commanders were competing for the stack of paper left by Qiu Yan, not for the poems on the paper, but for the calligraphy. The more military commanders were born, the more they liked to decorate their homes with poems and calligraphy.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Qi Xin sighed.

Yang Dingyuan asked in confusion: "Brother, what's wrong with you? You actually spoke for Qiu Yan."

Looking at this brother, Qi Xin whispered: "Qiu Yan is not simple. All these things are probably under his control and calculation. It can be said that he reversed the disadvantage in one fell swoop. Not only did he wash away the stigma, but he also established his prestige. , connections, and as soon as this poem spreads, it will gather popularity and soon become famous in Wuxin City and Jiannan Road. You and I might as well make friends with him. "

"No matter how powerful he is, he is just a scholar." Although Yang Dingyuan also knew that Qiu Yan was extraordinary, he still couldn't let go of his arrogance.

"Scholar?" Qi Xin smiled, "The promotion of their literati is different from ours. Maybe they live in a humble house today and live in a temple tomorrow."

………………

Qiu Yan walked all the way out of Wenqulou without any nostalgia.

"This cultural gathering is nothing more than a group of men and women who take it for granted to get together and praise each other. This time they use this to turn their reputation around. If it is not necessary in the future, there is no need to attend such gatherings. It is a waste of energy and time."

He thought as he walked.

"Although if I make good friends with Song Qian, I will have a better chance of finding out the true identity of King Tongshan. However, I came to Wuxin City with no intention of marrying the daughter of the Jiedushi Envoy. There is no need to be pretentious and play with emotions, huh?"

Just as he was thinking about it, something suddenly moved in his heart.

"Several Kitchen God believers have come to the city."

At the same time as he sensed it, he had returned to the inn and met several Confucian scholars after entering.

These Confucian scholars were still pointing and mocking.

"I wonder what the expressions of these people will be like when we meet again tomorrow." Qiu Yan just glanced at them and ignored them. He went straight into his room, lit the lamp, and saw the squirming ginseng baby on the desk.

When he was packing his luggage at the Liu family's old house, he also brought the baby ginseng over. These days, the baby ginseng accompanied him when he was reading and writing. However, during the three days of coma, the baby became more active for some reason, squirming and climbing everywhere. .

Qiu Yan was about to clear the table when his expression suddenly changed.

"Huh? One of the believers has entered the Jiedu Envoy's Mansion. What an unexpected surprise!"

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