"Who came to you to compose a poem?" Zhan Shen rolled his eyes impatiently and pointed at the painting of Mount Tai. "I ask you, this painting was made by you?"
This question is indeed correct. Tong Guangda and Tong Dalangjun did not come to the poetry meeting empty-handed. He brought a picture of Xiaoxiang with a landscape poem attached to it, expressing his embrace of the landscape and his pleasure in seeing it. The aesthetic thought of the heart. That
There is a title, postscript, and his seal on the painting, so others will naturally recognize that the painting was made by him.
At this time, He Sheng asked this question. Seeing that the painting not far away was very similar to his own, he did not doubt that he was there, and immediately burped: "Exactly, what, this old man, you Want to ask me for this painting?"
Heavily burped by his wine, he took a step back, his face flushed.
Someone behind him laughed sneeringly, what kind of identity is Henan? He knew clearly that it was not him who was laughing, but the drunken Tong Guangda, but he still couldn't keep it off his face.
He was usually highly respected by his students and disciples, but he could not stand such ridicule. He suddenly became angry and shouted: "Tong Guangda, it's really you! You just think of a thief as a father, and you deliberately came up with such verses to disturb our poetry meeting. , someone comes and kicks this person out!"
Zhongcheng had a group of student supporters, and they looked down on the literati scum like Tong Guangda. Seeing that he had made the teacher angry, two people immediately rushed out of the crowd and grabbed Tong Guangda's arms, one on the left and one on the right.
They had been holding back their energy to deal with Tong Guangda for a long time. At this time, with the support of the teacher, they had a rare opportunity and immediately dragged Tong Guangda out like a dog to death.
Tong Guangda was furious, struggling and shouting under the influence of alcohol: "What are you doing, what are you doing? This poetry club is to make friends through literature, what reason do you have to kick me out?"
"You scholars must be jealous that my poems and paintings are better than yours. You guys who are petty and jealous of talents have really read the books of sages in vain. Aren't you afraid of retribution?"
It's okay if he didn't say this. As soon as he said this, the scholars immediately became angry and surrounded them one after another. Some angry guy in the crowd kicked him on the butt: "Get out of here, you still have the face." Speaking of sage books, your sage books have all been read into the dog's belly, otherwise you wouldn't be a dog wagging its tail to others!"
These scholars are usually polite, and even when they quarrel and quarrel, they always quote scriptures, but in the face of a gentle scum like Tong Guangda, how can they care about their face? A group of people rushed up and pulled out their hair. , grabbing his neck and collar, stretching his arms and legs, kicking and shoving him, he brought Tong Guangda, a gentle scumbag, to the door of the hall.
Tong Guangda was stubborn. He cursed all the way. When he got to the door, he grabbed the doorframe and refused to get out. The scholars tried their best, but the boy refused to let go. Suddenly someone shouted: "Tick his armpit... …”
At one time, seven or eight big hands reached into Tong Guangda's two armpits. Some of them scratched him, and some simply pinched and twisted them. The pain made Tong Guangda howl, and he even didn't know who was touching Tong Guangda's crotch. Twist it hard.
Tong Guangda's face suddenly turned green, and he was gasping for breath. His pitiful appearance was as if he had just been gelded.
It was the first time that Zhong Zhong saw the poetry club in such a mess. He was stunned. He had never expected that things would be like this. He had long heard that Tong Guangda had a very poor character among scholars, but he did not expect that it would be so bad. .
Lu Wuya suddenly shouted: "Stop, stop, stop it all! You must not hurt him. I want to ask him for advice on painting skills. Stop, stop... You bunch of scholars are just doing nonsense." What you are doing is rude, it is too humiliating to be polite!”
Sweating heavily, this painting idiot actually helped Tong Guangda, that genteel scumbag, without any position.
He coughed a few times in embarrassment and shouted to silence everyone.
Those scholars simply threw Tong Guangda into the ground. As a result, the boy fell directly onto the threshold and almost lost his breath in pain.
What happened today was not punishable by law anyway, so the scholars and scholars simply lost their skin. They looked at the dying Tong Guangda with schadenfreude. They could not move their hands, but their mouths were not idle, and they all said Accused Tong Guangda.
Some people even exposed Tong Guangda's love affairs, saying that he had raised a pair of twin lovers outside.
Regardless of whether this matter is true or false, it is still a bit embarrassing for people to say it openly.
Some people say that he and his aunt are not clear about it, but it is hard to hear anything.
Tong Daguang suffered enough. He curled up on the ground and uttered words of suffering. The severe pain made him sober. Not to mention that the things about the concubine were true, but they were nothing. With so many mouths open and everyone talking about making gold, what could he do? Able to argue.
After sobering up, his eyesight was dull. When he saw Shen Zhan's gloomy face in the crowd, Tong Guangda suddenly realized something and wanted to slap himself hard.
I have offended a lot, and I am afraid that I will not be able to get along in the Jiangling literati circle in the future, so I have to keep silent and just hope to leave here quickly.
He held on to the door frame and tried to struggle to get up, but the pain between his legs was so painful that he almost lost consciousness. He kept swaying, and fell to his knees again with a plop.
However, Lu Wuya jumped over as if he had found a treasure, stretched out his skinny right hand, and lifted Tong Daguang up from the ground. His eyes were shining and he asked: "Hey, tell me, how did you draw this painting?" It’s really annoying that such a good painting doesn’t have a name, which makes it difficult for me to find it. However, I finally waited for it, please tell me...”
Tong Daguang was startled, and he quickly ran through the matter in his mind.
Although it is not very clear, most of what happened today was caused by this painting. His painting of Xiaoxiang took a lot of effort, otherwise it would not be shown in public.
However, given that he had just been beaten and faced with the aggressive questions from the old man in front of him, he hesitated and didn't know how to answer.
This chapter has been completed!