It was already afternoon when I was passing by. I bought vegetables on the street and carried them back. Speaking of which, Ye Junsheng was wearing simple clothes and carrying them two bundles of ingredients. When he walked on the road, he looked like a family leader.

When others look at it, let alone the number one talented man in the north, he can't even see his identity as a scholar. He thinks he is a loser, otherwise how could he buy vegetables in the market?

The saint has a teaching: "A gentleman stays away from the kitchen", and the concept has long been deeply rooted. A true scholar will basically not be involved in these things.

Ye Junmei has long been used to his brother's extraordinary behavior. He used to think it was a bit abrupt, but since he understood his brother's supernatural identity, everything could be explained with grand reasons: Since my brother can fly, what's the fuss about how to buy vegetables and cook? It's unacceptable?

When entering the courtyard, Ye Junsheng suddenly said, "We should live in another place."

Ye Junmei was stunned at first, and then woke up: Brother is trying to change to a quiet environment to avoid being disturbed frequently.

It is not difficult to imagine that in the future, many people will come to the door and hold various purposes, and they will inevitably be bored.

"Brother, just make your decision."

As always, Ye Junmei had no objection.

"Um."

Ye Junsheng nodded, put down the ingredients and returned to the room. After a while, the sound of reading floated out:

"There is a fish in the north, whose name is Kun. Kun is so big that it is not known how many thousands of miles it is; it turns into a bird, which is called Peng; it doesn't know how many thousands of miles it is on the back of Peng. It flies in anger. It hopes to be like clouds hanging from the sky..."

"Zhuangzi? Xiaoyaoyou" is an extremely magnificent and vast chapter. Whether in the past and present, Ye Junsheng likes the length. Every time he reads it, his heart yearns for it. He is always full of unrestrained and romantic feelings. It’s a pity that even though he is a sorcerer and masters supernatural powers, he is still far away from the surreal world described in the text.

Or, it is precisely because of the distance that it seems so beautiful.

At least for now, he loves reading, likes writing and ink, occasionally buying groceries, and cooking. He shuttles between the market, and is no different from others.

This is also a kind of life.

...

Today is the second day of the Lunar New Year, and Yangzhou City is still lively, especially the New Year's Cultural Fair held by major families, which adds many interesting topics.

Get it!

Every once in a while, the sound of horse hooves sounded on the street. The servants dressed in green were riding horses and rode their horses through the dedicated aisle, responsible for circulating and exchanging the masterpieces of literary gatherings in various places.

Poems are spread in this way and are widely known.

Sometimes, the speed of word-of-mouth transmission is not much slower. Many new works that have just been released will spread soon after they are passed on by fast horses, and they will be praised for their comments and some wonderful comments and appreciations are sought after, and their popularity has soared.

Compared with the simple and simple lively atmosphere of ordinary people, the literary society naturally belongs to the festival of scholars. One vulgar and the other is elegant, clearly divided, just like something happening in two worlds.

The three wealthy families in Yangzhou, the Guo family, the Zhou family, and the Ximen family, are the largest literary clubs. Countless eyes naturally look at their movements. Whenever there are works of good quality, they will always be heard from them as soon as possible and will be passed on to other literary clubs for people to view and comment.

In previous years, the Zhou family invited literati and poets to be the most famous and of the highest level. For example, Mei Xuehai, among the three talented men in Jiangnan, was a guest of honor in the Zhou family. With him, suspense was always lost to the minimum. In the end, it was announced, and the public opinion results were all recommended by Mei Xuehai's works as respectful and overwhelming.

However, this year, because of the need to prepare for the talent competition, Mei Xuehai announced early in the morning that he would not participate in the New Year Cultural Conference.

His absence caused many people to feel regretful. During this period, the Zhou family had asked people to lobby, hoping that Mei Xuehai could attend and write a work that suited the scene. However, he flatly refused and said with a sigh: "Unless you don't participate, once you want to participate, you will definitely do your best... This is against your intention."

He is a proud person, and his work that is not satisfied with will never be made public.

Many people appreciate his self-discipline and strict self-responsibility. In the entire Jiangnan literary world, Mei Xuehai's writings are impeccable and have a good reputation. Adding up various factors, he ranked first in the talent competition.

First, it is a great glory; it is even more filled with huge pressure.

After weighing the trade-offs, Mei Xuehai simply went into seclusion and waited for the competition to officially begin.

This year's literary club lacks him, which is undoubtedly much inferior. The Zhou family was hit and his momentum was obviously depressed, and he has been suppressed by the Ximen family.

There was an ancient question from the Ximen family that came from the great talent of Pingzhou. He drank fine wine and was full of fun. He wrote nine poems in one breath, each of which was of a standard work.

Nine poems appeared together, and the popularity was unmatched, and they established obvious advantages early on. Later, many works from various literary clubs were published, but in comparison, they were still a different one.

As time goes by, the overall situation gradually settles.

The Ximen family has begun to hold a celebration banquet.

...

Some people are happy and some are sad. The atmosphere in Zhushan and Guojia Manor seems to be relatively low. The scholars have thought very hard, but they are always limited by their literary talent. The gap is the gap, and sometimes they cannot be compensated at all.

No masterpiece was released and morale was hit, so naturally there were complaints and complaints. As I pulled it, I finally blamed Ye Junsheng again.

How can you not blame him?

I thought he, the number one talented man in the north, was in charge. No matter what, as long as he performs his skills and produces high-quality works, I believe that he will not be so depressed by the Ximen family that he cannot raise his head. In so many years, the worst one belongs to this year.

Listening to these unreasonable rebukes, Liu Tianchen, the honest man, finally couldn't help it, jumped up and spoke generously, saying that the other party wanted to commit crimes, and even said bluntly that Ye Junsheng was angry by their rude behavior.

These words naturally caused a large number of sharp words to fight back.

So, when one person faced a debate between dozens of people, the result was no suspense. Saying "failure" was considered a gift on the face, and "defeat" was the best adjective.

Liu Tianchen felt that hatred was like a surging river, endless; and like a collapse of the urethra, it was out of control. In the end, he had to hide in the manor under the banner of "urination".

"Since you are invited to attend the literary fair, you have to eat and drink, at least you have to show some sincerity. Not to mention much, a work should always be called."

"No, I'm just eating, drinking and playing for free. Afterwards, I patted my butt and left. I'm still the best man in the north. I'm so bad, it's almost the same as having sex for the first time."

"The third lady is the same, why did she let him leave easily?"

Liu Tianchen went to "take refuge" and many scholars still said unstoppably.

"Save it, you know the relationship between the third lady and the second young master Ximen. How can you really fight?"

"With that being said, the literary association is based on the literary association, and one code is based on the same code, and it cannot be looked down upon by others."

They spoke righteously, but never thought: Face is always something that they earn on their own. If they lose face, they don’t look for reasons for themselves, but blindly shirking responsibility and blaming others, it’s funny.

Zhang Shanzong sat in the circle with a dull expression: he originally invited Ye Junsheng to come, hoping to make a big splash or something, but he also gained some glory, but he did not expect that the final ending would be messy and out of control, but it became worse.

A mistake!

I lamented in my heart, wondering if I should take Liu Tianchen and say goodbye in advance.

In fact, he also understood the resentment of the people: the New Year Cultural Association is free in form and has no official organization, so it is not so formal. However, if someone performs outstandingly, the boss will be more face and happy, and he will order someone to give him a reward.

Don’t underestimate this reward. If you share it, each person will have almost the same amount of money as it is very generous.

It concerns everyone's welfare and eventually becomes a waste of time, so naturally some people get angry by taking advantage of the situation.

After making up his mind, Zhang Shanzong didn't dare to speak out, so he quietly got up and went into the manor to find Liu Tianchen.

The manor was very big. For a moment, Zhang Shanzong didn't know where Liu Tianchen had gone. He couldn't help but complain. While shuttled through the corridor, he met two maids. The manor was divided into inside and outside. During the literary meeting, the outer manor was open and he could walk freely. However, the inner manor was under the jurisdiction, so he must not be invited to enter.

These two maids were obviously the followers who served Miss Guo San. At this time, one of them was holding a tray with a bowl of white porridge and three plates of side dishes on it. He was walking towards the inner village, while walking, and whispering:

"Miss is a little weird tonight. She didn't have any appetite at all during supper. Now she feels hungry and wants to eat porridge."

"It's not that strange, but she's drawing."

"What kind of paintings are you so addicted?"

"I just drew more than a dozen pictures, but I was very dissatisfied with it. I rubbed it and threw it on the ground, which made me feel a little irritable."

"Ah, so that's it. But the lady is good at painting, so why is she not satisfied with drawing more than a dozen paintings? This situation has never happened."

"I don't understand very much, but the lady wants to copy someone else's painting based on imagination."

"Oh, that painting must be a masterpiece, no wonder it is difficult to copy."

"It's not, but a girl who is younger than a lady. You are not here during the day, so you don't know."

"What? Drawings to a young girl who is still young? Who is so amazing!"

"Well, her surname is Ye and her name is 'Junmei'. Her brother is even more powerful. It is said that he is the number one talented man in the north. He wrote a poem on the painting. The lady liked it so much. She copied it on paper and recited it several times. I listened to it next to me, and I heard it well."

As he said that, he read it out naturally.

The third lady of the Guo family is well-read, and the maids who serve around her are not casual, not the kind of woman who can't read big words. She knows books, rituals, and understands literature and ink.

Their discussion was very low, but Zhang Shanzong was interested and quietly pricked up his ears to listen, without missing a word, full of joy, like a fountain, and almost laughed out loud. (To be continued...)

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