When Zhu Ping'an, his uncle and others were surrounded by the crowd, the voices of discussion could be heard one after another.
"Is this the head of yesterday's case?" Someone in the crowd looked at Zhu Ping'an, who looked like a drowned rat, his rough clothes, and the black wooden board, and couldn't help but wonder, "Could it be that you guys worked together to deceive us?
"
"Leaving aside my younger age, this image..."
As everyone started talking suspiciously, people who had participated in the Jingxian Poetry Meeting finally recognized Zhu Pingan, who looked like a drowned rat, and whispered to people nearby that the man was indeed Zhu Pingan.
Despite this, there are still constant discussions and doubts.
He looked like a drowned rat, he was not very old, and his face was honest and honest. He did not look like the suave person he imagined, but more like a farmer who came back from a geographical field to plant rice and weed.
"Gentlemen, give way for the moment and let my nephew sit down safely." Uncle Zhu Shouren became more dignified at this time and waved to everyone with extraordinary bearing.
Amidst the commotion, the crowd moved out of the way. Uncle Zhu Shouren and several villagers pushed Zhu Ping'an to the tables where pens, inks, papers and inkstones were placed. Some pulled the arms and some pressed the shoulders. There was no room for explanation.
Then he pushed Zhu Ping'an to sit down in front of the desk.
Did ten years of studying hard in a cold window make you jealous?
Zhu Ping'an was very disdainful of everyone's behavior, especially the uncle and others who did the porcelain work without diamonds.
Zhu Ping'an sat at the table and glanced at the people around him. Finally, his eyes fell on his uncle and several villagers. He shook his head slightly. He really didn't want to get involved in this kind of bloody plot.
"Huh? What do you mean by shaking your head?"
"Can't write it?"
"Those who seek fame and reputation will find it hard to live up to their reputation."
The onlookers were a little excited. It took a lot of effort for the girl's school girl to agree to take off her veil and show her true face if the poem was done well, but... the great opportunity was lost again. How could everyone not be excited?
, couldn’t help but start to complain.
Zhu Pingan was sitting there, listening to everyone's complaints and complaints, calm and honest, always looking honest and calm.
Just when everyone was complaining, they heard a delicate voice coming from the stage.
"Is this young master the master of the case, Mr. Zhu? This young lady has admired his name for a long time."
Everyone looked up and saw the school girl with icy skin and jade skin walking closer. She bowed slightly and bowed to Zhu Ping'an.
The girl's school secretary was so close to them, and everyone was excited.
But I heard a casual, "Oh, nice to meet you."
Who is so neglectful of our girls' school secretary? Everyone was furious, and when they turned around, they saw the drowned rat named Zhu Ping'an with his two paws raised.
It’s okay for this person who is seeking fame and reputation to be unable to compose poems, but to neglect our girls’ school secretary like this is really intolerable!
"Xie'er, the uncle is too drunk. Please compose a poem and ask the girls' school secretary to comment." At this time, the uncle stepped forward. Before everyone's anger could burst out, he spoke seriously and righteously, as if he were an elder.
It feels like giving the younger generation a chance to come forward.
Everyone turned their attention to Zhu Pingan again, and Mo'er, the girl's school secretary who was standing in front of the stage, also blinked and looked at Zhu Pingan.
Everyone wanted to see how Zhu Pingan would react at this time.
"I have never been good at writing poems and lyrics. I'm afraid I will disappoint my uncle." Zhu Pingan shook his head and said lightly.
The expression on the uncle's face was stagnant. He didn't expect Zhu Pingan to react like this.
"Young Master Zhu is too humble. He sang a farewell poem at the Jingxian Poetry Contest that day, which is so stunning and stunning. Our sisters can't put it down and sing it to this day. Yongxue is also unique. Today, Master Zhu is stepping into Zuijun Tower. Why not leave a masterpiece?"
It would be shameful for Mo'er to talk about this matter with other sisters in the future."
Mo'er, the girl's school secretary who stood in front of the stage, pursed her lips, bowed again, and spoke happily.
When the girl's school secretary opened her mouth, everyone naturally cheered and followed suit.
"That's right. Even if the person in charge of the case is so talented, it's not like he can't write a poem."
"Write it down quickly, are you looking down on our girls' school book?"
"I think whoever dares to look down on our girls' school student will fight to the death even if it costs all my wealth."
The crowd was furious, and all eyes were once again focused on Zhu Pingan.
This girl... I think she did it on purpose... She deliberately put her in a weak position, but she set herself up to make it easier for her to control others.
In fact, it’s not her fault. Men of letters and romantic women are always inseparable. A good poem can double their worth, extend their halo, and improve their status. For example, Liu Yong, Liu Yong’s life and brothel
There is an indissoluble bond. He is the dream lover of the brothel girls. It is the dream of all the girls to sleep with Liu Yong for one night. Whoever Liu Yong writes lyrics for will become popular. Those lucky "Yong girls" are attracted by Liu Yong.
The first word may be worth ten times.
It can be said that this is the prototype of the most primitive unspoken rules in the entertainment industry.
But I don’t know why she thinks she can write some good poems?
Zhu Ping'an raised his head and glanced at the girl's school secretary who was standing pretty and bowing on the stage, and then looked at the crowd of angry and hormonal heroes.
It is virtuous for a woman to have no talent, and women from good families are boring and boring. It is reasonable for girls to be popular among schoolgirls.
only
It's none of your business
I'm only thirteen years old, and I don't have this ambition!
"I'm young and inexperienced, so I'm afraid I'll disappoint the girl. It's fine if I just write an article on eight-part strategy. Reciting poems and writing lyrics is not my specialty, so I'm sorry." Zhu Ping'an stood up from his seat and held up his hands with a slight apology.
explain.
"I'm sorry, uncle, I'm sorry, oh, by the way, uncle, uncles, Ping An wants to return home today, but I don't know what my uncle's plans are?" Zhu Ping'an waved his hands around and asked his uncle and others about the return date.
The uncle and several villagers looked at each other, shook their heads, and then persuaded Zhu Pingan to prepare for the exam together.
"Xie'er, there are only a few months left for the college examination. It will take a long time to return home. It's better to prepare for the exam together here for a few months and then go to the college exam together."
"That's Brother An. An inch of gold buys an inch of time. Time is precious."
When Zhu Ping'an heard this, he glanced at his uncle and the villagers, and in his heart ten thousand grass and mud horses roared past. Where did you hangover brothel people get the courage to tell me that time is precious and going home is a waste of time. Since the county examination until now
, I haven’t seen you prepare for the exam seriously, okay?
"My son is very homesick. Since all the uncles are here to prepare for the exam, I will go back and tidy up a little. When the weather clears up, I will go home." Zhu Pingan bowed to his uncle and several fellow villagers without looking at the crowd.
The girl's school secretary took one look at her and turned around to leave.
The girl's school secretary standing pretty on the stage seemed to be aggrieved and anxious, and the corners of her eyes were moist.
I feel pity for him, he is so hateful and annoying!
The crowd was furious, and a group of two people surrounded Zhu Pingan. They had a posture of pressing Zhu Pingan to the ground and trampling tens of thousands of feet to finish.
"It's okay for this person to look down on us, but he is so neglectful of our girls' school secretary. I really can't swallow this!"
"This person is extremely arrogant!"
"It is rumored that this person is the most important person in the world. He cannot write poems and will go back to his hometown. Hahaha, it is really sad and hateful!"
Everyone expressed their indignation, and at this time another voice came, "Brother Zhu Xian, this is your fault. The so-called public sentiment is hard to deny. Since everyone says so, you shouldn't refuse. You are young and frivolous.
, Keeping a low profile is naturally worthy of praise, but what’s wrong with being young and frivolous once in a while? The sharp edge cannot always be hidden in the sword box, otherwise it will be a pity if it gets rusty. How about writing a poem today? "
The voice was very familiar. Zhu Pingan looked up and saw Su Song and Feng Shanshui slowly walking towards him with a smile on his face.
Then another voice came, it was Xia Luoming of Tongcheng who was walking beside Feng Shanshui, "Brother Zhu Xian, don't refuse. Recently, there are rumors that Zhu Xiandi's case is not worthy of his name, saying that Zhu Xiandi's farewell and Yongxue were all stolen from others.
Hands! Zhu Xiandi is such a talented person, how could he be like this? I dismissed these remarks. But no matter what, someone spoke softly, and the rumors are still there. This is the time for Zhu Xiandi to refute the rumors, so Zhu Xiandi should not refuse."
What a coincidence
Zhu Ping'an looked at the people approaching slowly, with a faint smile on his lips.
"I'm here to study ink with you, whether to compose poetry or not. Brother Zhu Xian is free to do as he pleases. If brother Zhu Xian doesn't need the ink, he will just pour it on my face." Su Song and Feng Shanshui walked to the table and started grinding directly, leaving a casual sentence at the end.
talk.
Well
This is more like the rhetoric when toasting: I did it, you can drink as much as you want and pour it on my face.
Having said this, everyone present looked at Zhu Pingan again to see how he would react. If Zhu Pingan really wanted to leave, he would be frivolous, neglect his friends, shameless, and seek fame and reputation.
Copying other people's poems and a lot of negative reputation will fall on him.
There was silence all around, and everyone was staring at Zhu Pingan with burning eyes.
"In this case, then I will show my shame."
Under the gaze of everyone, Zhu Pingan slowly opened his mouth.
Then, under the gaze of everyone, Zhu Ping'an turned around and walked to the table, picked up a brush and dipped it in the ink that Feng Shanshui had researched. He turned to the incense rice paper aside and glanced at the girls' school book with wet eyes on the pretty stand.
He slowly said, "This poem is an apology to the girl."
Zhu Ping'an just glanced at her, then lowered his head and started writing on the rice paper. Feng Shanshui, who was standing next to him while he was grinding the ink, looked on and read out the poem written by Zhu Ping'an:
"Mu...lan...ci"
His voice was clear and his speaking speed was moderate, and everyone could hear him. Seeing Zhu Ping'an write out the first sentence, Feng Shanshui's expression changed slightly while he stood watching, and his voice trembled slightly:
"Bowl......"
This is the first line of the poem "Mulan Ci". The opening line reaches to the bottom of my heart and tugs at the heartstrings!
Everyone present changed their expressions after hearing this...
(Something happened yesterday afternoon that delayed the update. I apologize for the long chapter today.)