The elegant taste of literati is naturally not understood by ordinary people.

Writing and painting have become elegant things. In the eyes of those who are illiterate, it is impossible to say that they have no quality and can only admire them and admire them extremely. The act of writing inscriptions and poems becomes a burst of talent.

Not only are famous attractions such as the ancient temple of famous mountains, but also on the walls of ordinary restaurants, it has become one of the popular places for literati to leave poems.

The shopkeepers of the restaurant usually welcome this. After all, if the poem is good, it will also increase its reputation for the restaurant. Since then, countless people have come to the tower to celebrate, and there are endless drinkers, and the restaurant is making money every day. It doesn’t matter if the poem is bad, how much can it cost to brush the wall again after the poet leaves?

So Song Gensheng's request to borrow pens from the shop clerk immediately met him. Not only did he satisfy him, but the shop clerk even exaggeratedly, helping Song Gensheng gain popularity and create momentum.

"A talented man next to the window wanted to borrow pen and ink, and wrote poems on the wall-" The shouting of his thrilling made people feel goose bumps. The poems seemed extremely cheap before they were even written, just like a yelling saying, "You can't buy them at first sight and you can't buy them and be fooled."

Song Gensheng's face could not stand the test after all. He was so embarrassed that his face was almost buried in his crotch by the shopkeeper, and he wanted to snatch the door and leave immediately.

I have to say that although the shopkeeper's shouting is vulgar, it is very effective.

Sure enough, the attention of several tables of scholars in the restaurant was attracted. Everyone looked around and found Song Gensheng sitting alone by the window.

After seeing it, I realized that the boy was so tender. Not only was he dressed in ordinary clothes, he looked poor and down, but he also seemed very shy and dull.

Such a young man can write poetry?

Several literati immediately sneered in the restaurant with disdain.

Although it is wrong to judge people by their appearance, the appearance of this young man is far from the word "talented man". He is obviously a child from a farmer's family. He didn't know how much money he stole the adults and ran to the restaurant to have some meat. Before the wine was drunk, he actually dared to write poems on the wall in public.

"Ha, can anyone be called a 'talented man' these days? The word 'talented man' has turned into a swearing man." A literati murmured in a low voice.

After all, literati are still somewhat cultivated. Although they are dissatisfied with the shopkeeper calling him "talented" and do not say it out loud.

It’s just that this sentence hits the voice of most literati in the restaurant.

Song Gensheng looked increasingly at a loss with many sarcastic gazes, and his face turned red.

At a table in a remote corner in the hall, a middle-aged man in his forties sat. He was wearing a brocade robe, a black silk scarf, and a jade belt on his waist. He looked dignified and was arrogant without anger.

The middle-aged man sat alone at a table, and there were about a dozen people sitting on the tables around him. Several tables vaguely surrounded the middle-aged man's table in the center, and he was invisible to protect his servants. This shows that the middle-aged man's identity is quite extraordinary.

The atmosphere in the restaurant was strange. The young man who wanted to write poetry was at a loss. The literati had no movement for a long time, so they all started to discuss it.

A literati with Mubin stood up and walked towards the middle-aged man, knelt down behind him, and leaned into the middle-aged man's ear and said, "Jingshuai, the literati here is a monkey-like crown, and it is a shame. It is an indecent place. It is better to leave early than to be a master of Jieshuai's house. There is still waiting for your news."

The middle-aged man, known as the Jieshuai, smiled slightly, and looked very literary and said calmly: "It's okay, don't fight for a while, let's see what the poems written by this young man first. I have never seen a talented man who dares to write poems openly in such a young age."

Mu Bin quietly curled his lips and whispered: "This young man is weak and timid, with his eyes straight but his spirit is distant. A true talented person should not have such a cringe-hearted attitude. Shu Wansheng said frankly, and he could not see that he had the slightest talent. If he could barely write poems, he would be a joke."

The middle-aged man smiled indifferently: "Just treat it as a folk excitement, it's good to have some laughs and talk, don't care about the result."

Seeing the middle-aged man say this, Mu Bin had to smile embarrassedly and stop persuading him to leave.

The shop assistant sent the pen and ink diligently. Song Gensheng was already in a difficult position at this time. He gritted his teeth and finally took the pen and ink diligently, and found a white wall. Under the sarcastic gaze of everyone, Song Gensheng picked up the pen and wrote the words.

"When will the bright moon come? I ask the blue sky with wine, but I don't know the palace in the sky..."

While Song Gensheng wrote, the literati in the restaurant recited silently. As they recited, everyone's expressions gradually changed.

In the Tang Dynasty, long and short sentences were actually despised by most literati, thinking that they were too popular, similar to musical music in music and lost their elegance. The brothel music prostitutes held the pipa with their eyes, and their eyes were fascinated. They whispered and sang softly while playing, and exchanged vulgar words for favors to be rewarded by guests, so they were considered by literati to be unavailable.

However, the long and short sentences written by Song Gensheng today are not vulgar in words and sentences. Each word is extremely exquisite. After reading the whole poem, people can't help but admire them. The literati in the restaurant silently recited them, and there was no longer any sarcastic expression on their faces.

Until Song Gensheng finished the entire Mid-Autumn Festival poem, the restaurant was silent, and there was a strange atmosphere in the silence.

The shock in silence is more shocking than the noisy applause.

Song Gensheng wrote the complete poem and carefully put it down. He felt something was wrong. He was too quiet behind him. Even if it was a sarcasm, someone would have to speak, right?

So Song Gensheng turned around and faced the literati in the restaurant. Then he was stunned. He only saw a dull look, and the person who was muttering with his eyes closed, as if he was savoring words word by word.

Song Gensheng blinked quickly.

It seems... the reaction is good? Although he repeatedly praised Gu Qing's Mid-Autumn Festival poem, when he saw everyone's reaction, Song Gensheng found that he still underestimated the exquisiteness of the poem.

The shame in his heart became stronger and stronger, but Song Gensheng still had to follow Gu Qing's instructions, dress up, bowed to everyone, and said aloud: "Low, Song Gensheng, Shiqiao Village."

This self-introduction was particularly emphasized by Gu Qing. What he said is equivalent to the address on the express delivery order. Without this introduction, everything Song Gensheng did today was in vain. Although he didn't understand what Gu Qing meant by "express delivery order", he still did it honestly.

After the introduction, Song Gensheng left gracefully, leaving behind a group of literary people who were still savoring and savoring.

At the remote table, the middle-aged man closed his eyes and recited the Mid-Autumn Festival lyrics several times. Finally, he opened his eyes and found that the young man who wrote the inscription was nowhere to be seen. The middle-aged man couldn't help but look at the loss.

"I hope that people will live long and share the beauty of the moon with thousands of miles apart... Good sentences, good sentences!" The middle-aged man sighed and said with a slight expression: "From now on, all the Mid-Autumn Festival words will be abandoned."

Mubin behind the table also looked admiring, mixed with a hint of shame that had just belittled the boy. He was also silently reciting the poem by stroked his beard, and suddenly frowned and said, "Jie Shuai, Mid-Autumn Festival has passed today. Why did that boy write a Mid-Autumn Festival poem in the restaurant? Although it is a good word and sentence, it is not very suitable for the situation..."

The middle-aged man smiled: "If such a wonderful word is made by me, no matter what time or what the situation is, I wish I could write a pen anytime and anywhere. But in my life, I could only write such a good word that has been famous throughout my life, which is enough for me to show off for the rest of my life."

With a solemn expression, the middle-aged man sighed, "You should not behave like a person. I didn't expect that the young man would be so talented as the world. He is really out of sight. This person has a unique poetry and talent, and he will be in the world in his heart. I want to find this person."

Mu Bin immediately showed a sense of dismay: "Jie Shuai, Your Majesty's order has been completed for half a year. Jie Shuai is still on the road and has not taken office. The time has been delayed for too long. I am afraid that Chang'an will blame it..."

The middle-aged man smiled heartily and said, "It's so difficult to walk on the Shu Road. It's already good to go from Chang'an to Shuzhou for half a year. Before leaving, your Majesty summoned me, and I told Your Majesty in advance that Your Majesty will not blame me. If you search for a young man from the people, it will take only one or two days to delay, what are you afraid of?"
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