The three people who were laughing and laughing as if no one else was around were the scholars who had bumped into Xu Zizhen just now. They were standing next to a cluster of blooming morning chrysanthemums, shaking their heads triumphantly, looking like I was the best in the world in literary talent.
Xu Zizhen had always been thinking about teaching those three people a lesson, but he didn't expect to meet them again here. Hearing them talking about joining sentences to form a poem aroused his curiosity. After coming to the Song Dynasty, he had never seen anyone make a poem live.
What about poetry?
"That being the case, it's up to my younger brother to lead the way." The fattest one among the three gently shook his folding fan, walked back and forth a few steps, stood still and chanted loudly, "The autumn wind blows the green calyx, and the colors are mixed together."
Xu Zizhen almost couldn't catch his breath. Is this also called poetry? It's a mixed bag. Is this fat man playing mahjong too much?
The shortest one among the three put his hands on his hands and said with a smile: "Wonderful, wonderful! Brother Su's first sentence is so wonderful, isn't it embarrassing for the younger brother?"
Fat Brother Su smiled and said: "Brother Ping, what are you talking about? Your knowledge is not inferior to mine. Come here quickly and don't ask for punishment."
The short brother Ping laughed, but he was unambiguous. He opened his mouth and put away the folding fan in his hand. He smiled evilly at the older girls and younger wives who were passing by: "I want to go home with the fragrance and be a flower-viewer alone."
Xu Zizhen is now ready to hit the wall. Everyone from a second-rate university knows that when writing poetry, one must pay attention to rhymes and rhymes. But what are these two guys talking about? They are not as good as oil! That short guy is even more irritating, what he said
It's like teasing so many women in public, what a slut!
At this time, the third scholar spoke up. He was quite polite and said nothing, but he seemed to be the most arrogant one. He raised his head with his hands behind his back and chanted: "Unfortunately, the sun sets in the west, leaving regrets among the flowers."
Pass."
Judging from his expression, it seems that he is quite satisfied with his poem, but Xu Zizhen is no longer able to complain. Even the two Dali scholars Duan Chen and Duan Yan next to him have expressions that want to laugh but are embarrassed to laugh. Look,
, even foreigners despise them, right?
The three scholars soon discovered another thing. Each of them had one sentence, which now became six sentences, but there was still one sentence short of the entire poem, and who should fill in the last sentence? The three of them started again
They became pretending to be polite to each other.
Suddenly a loud voice burst out from the crowd: "When the crowd passed by and the flowers fell, three bitches suddenly appeared!"
"Hahaha……"
Everyone who was looking at the flowers here, whether they had studied or not, were stunned by this simple statement, and then suddenly burst into laughter.
Duan Chen still had some grace, covering his mouth with his hands and barely holding it in, but his shoulders were twitching and shaking. Mo Lier turned around and bit her lip, for fear of accidentally laughing out loud.
But his little face was already flushed, and Duan Yan didn't care at all. He laughed so hard that he squatted on the ground, holding his stomach, and burst into tears.
However, Xu Zizhen, the instigator of this chaos, had a blank expression and asked curiously: "What? Did I take it well?"
"It's you!" The fat man had already recognized that this was the person he had bumped into deliberately at the foot of the mountain. To say that this kid was too annoying, such a mud-legged guy was accompanied by a beautiful woman as beautiful as a flower. Now he was making up such a sentence.
It is tolerable to distort poetry to disgust oneself, but what is unbearable!
Xu Zizhen deliberately pretended to be stupid: "Huh? This brother knows me?"
"Ah! Who knows you, a mud-legged guy?" The fat on the fat man's face was trembling with anger. If it weren't for his strong figure, I would have pounced on him and beat him up. "Let me ask you, what did you just do?
What does that sentence mean?”
Mud legs? This is the first time that Xu Zizhen has been scolded like this. But it’s no wonder that he can’t come to the temple fair in public clothes. Jin Yuxi borrowed this clothes from him. Xiao Jin is not a rich man. This clothes
In other words, they are ordinary goods bought in ready-made clothing stores. They look like ordinary people.
"Isn't the young master a scholar? Why can't he understand such a plain saying?" Xu Zizhen looked surprised.
Two scholars nearby also gathered around, and the short man sneered: "Boy, are you tired of living? You dare to offend even our Deyunshe?"
Deyun Society? Has Guo Degang also traveled through time? Xu Zizhen was stunned, then turned to ask Mo Lier: "What is Deyun Society? Is it also about cross talk?"
Mo Li'er finally couldn't help but burst into laughter, but as soon as the laughter came out, she felt it was inappropriate and quickly said: "Brother Xu, Deyun Club is the largest poetry club in Jiangnan... But Li'er doesn't know that cross talk is
What."
Xu Zizhen was stunned, but then he said disdainfully: "Hey! No. 1? How big is this? You still have muddy legs... Don't look at it, let's talk about you, fat man. I think your level is not as good as muddy legs. You still have muddy legs."
Are you embarrassed to laugh at others?"
The fat man's face turned blue and he didn't know what to say. The short man opened the folding fan and said proudly: "Laughing at you? Who are you? Are you worthy of the laughter of young men?"
Xu Zizhen hadn't spoken yet, but Duan Yan couldn't help it anymore. He jumped out and put his hands on his hips and cursed: "You three guys who don't know the so-called, have written bad poems, but your eyes are sneaking at beautiful women. If you say
Deyun Society is full of people like this, which really brings disgrace to all the scholars in the world!"
As soon as these words came out, even the scholar who had always been silent and pretending to be cool couldn't help it anymore. He took a step forward and shouted angrily: "Shut up! Where did this little kid come from? How dare you criticize scholars at such a young age?"
Xu Zizhen was afraid that Duan Yan would suffer a loss, so he pulled him behind him and said with a sneer: "Oh, from what you said, it seems that the three of you are from a scholarly family. Didn't you ask for the names of the three of them?"
He came to the Northern Song Dynasty not long ago, and he didn't know whether the three living treasures in front of him were so famous in history. He wanted to find out first, so that if he encountered someone he knew, he might have a way to deal with them.
The scholar stood proudly, pointed at the fat man and said, "This brother Su, Su Shiqing, is the son of Mr. Su, the young eunuch of the Shaofu." Then he pointed at the short man and said, "This brother Ping Dawu is the son of Mr. Ping, the doctor of the Ministry of Rites."
Xu Zizhen curled his lips, saying he didn't know him or heard of it.
The scholar pointed at himself for the last time and said coldly: "I am not Zhang Ling, my father was a Jinshi in the eighth year of Tiansheng, and Zhang Xian was the former magistrate of Guozhou!"
Huh? Mr. Zhang? This name sounds familiar.
Xu Zizhen searched in his mind and was suddenly stunned: "You mean Mr. Zhang, Mr. Zhang Anlu?"
He actually came across someone he had heard of. Zhang was a famous poet in the Northern Song Dynasty. He had no idea about his official status, but Mr. Zhang was quite famous for his romantic nature. He had secret meetings with nuns and took concubines in old age.
It was all his love affairs. When he was eighty years old, he even married an eighteen-year-old concubine. It can be said that he never grows old.
At that time, when Su Dongpo was having a wedding banquet, he composed an impromptu poem to make fun of him: Mandarin ducks sleep in pairs at night, and a pear tree presses a begonia. It was this old man he was talking about.
Zhang Ling couldn't help but feel a little proud, and raised his head even higher: "Huh, you do have some knowledge."
Xu Zizhen nodded fiercely: "Yes, yes, it seems that the three young masters are indeed from scholarly families. I admire them!" Suddenly he changed his tone and sneered, "It's just that Mr. Zhang failed to inherit his father's legacy.
You have literary talents, but you just learned his romantic style. Oh no, it's not romantic. It can only be called obscene. I think if you know anything about your father-in-law, I'd be ashamed of you."
"Bastard!" Zhang Ling couldn't be cool anymore and said angrily, "How dare you slander my late father, come here and take him down!"
After all, he was a son of an official, and there were always a few scoundrels following him. As soon as he gave the order, several people ran past him. They all had ferocious faces and were about to capture Xu Zizhen.
"Stop!" A loud shout came from the crowd, and a young man who was looking at the idlers came out swinging a folding fan, glanced at the losers, and shouted, "Go back!"
Zhang Ling and Su Shiqing and Ping Dawu were already gearing up and waiting to beat Xu Zizhen violently to get rid of the bad breath in their chests. However, when they saw this young man appear, they immediately fainted.
Su Shiqing laughed dryly and came over: "I don't know Brother Qian is here, I'm sorry." Ping Dawu also came over and saluted, while Zhang Ling waved his hands in dismay and asked the servants to retreat.
The young man surnamed Qian walked over slowly and said proudly: "I'm telling Zhang Ling, this temple fair is a place for fun. How can you let your servants do whatever they want?"
Zhang Ling seemed to be quite wary of the scholar surnamed Qian. He tugged at the corner of his mouth but still held back his anger. He then recounted what Xu Zizhen had just said casually and insulted the three of them. Finally, he bowed and said: "Brother Qian, please forgive me.
I don’t want to do such a reckless thing in this beautiful place. However, this person has insulted my late father, so I can just..."
The scholar surnamed Qian waved his hand: "Hey! It's such a big deal. I thought he had done something to you. Didn't he just tell the truth?"
"You!" Zhang Ling's face couldn't hold back at this moment, and suddenly turned red.
Scholar Qian ignored him and turned to look at Xu Zizhen. After looking up and down, he patted his shoulder and said with a smile: "Brother, a commoner has made three of them scholars so angry. What's your name?"
Xu Zizhen had a good impression of him, especially because his tone of voice was somewhat similar to his own, both were so off-key. He then waved his hands and said with a smile, "My name is Xu Zizhen, what do you call me buddy?"
"It's easy to say, my surname is Qian, my name is Fang, and my surname is the same."
Xu Zizhen Yile, Comrade Qian Fang? This name is really postmodern.
But at this moment, a sinister voice sounded from not far away: "Brother Qian, why are you here helping outsiders bully our Deyun Society while you are not at home studying in broad daylight?"