As the words fell, the man turned around from the side. His face was as white as jade and his lips were covered with red. He had a good appearance, but there was a hint of evil in his eyes that made people uncomfortable. He was wearing a sapphire blue dress.
Wearing a Yanghua cloak and a purple gauze scarf on his head, Qian Tongzhi's expression changed slightly when he appeared, but Zhang Ling and the other three people were overjoyed and went to greet him.
The imperial attire of the Song Dynasty was very particular. For example, the scholar's turban was one of them. Usually those who had not yet received any honors wore Xiaoyao scarf or Dongpo scarf. Only those who had won the imperial examination could wear this kind of purple gauze.
Long turban made by Luo.
The common people present were originally watching the excitement, and even made noises when the third scholar was embarrassed just now, but now that the scholar appeared, they all shut their mouths and remained silent.
Qian Tongzhi sneered: "Who do I think it is? It turns out to be Mr. Hu, but I don't know where the bullying Mr. Hu said comes from?"
One calls him brother and the other calls him son, making it clear that Qian Tongzhi looks down upon him, but Mr. Hu doesn't mind. He still smiles and says: "Brother Qian, I would like to give you a good word. This matter has nothing to do with you. I hope you won't do it."
You have to blend in, otherwise..."
Qian Tongzhi raised his eyebrows: "What else? Hu Chang, this is not the gate of the official office. Why, do you still want to pursue this personal grudge in broad daylight?"
Xu Zizhen next to him was stunned, Ministry of Personnel? Is this kid’s father a high-ranking official? This is a bit difficult to handle, he is a second-generation official!
Hu Chang laughed: "No, no, how dare I ruin my father's name? It's just that although the literary talents of these three friends of mine are not top-notch, they are not something that this commoner brother can humiliate at will, so... this commoner brother
A physical ordeal is inevitable, I would like to advise Brother Qian, you'd better get out of the way."
Qian Tongzhi said disdainfully: "What if I don't dodge? Are you planning to teach me a lesson as well?"
Although the two of them didn't make any moves for the time being, the anger in their words had slowly spread out. Xu Zizhen couldn't help but be moved. This Qian Tongzhi was a man of temperament. He and he were strangers, but he actually dared to talk to that official.
The second generation is facing each other, although his background is probably not that small.
I have decided to make this friend. Just as Xu Zizhen was about to take the step to take the matter back on himself, he heard a commotion in the crowd, and someone exclaimed: "Mr. Gu is here!"
Hu Chang's ears also heard this exclamation. The hand he was about to wave suddenly stopped. In a blink of an eye, he looked around and saw that the crowd automatically separated into a lane. An old man with white beard and hair was walking on an old rattan crutch.
He came over, but although he was older, his eyes were still very sharp. When he came closer, he only glanced at Hu Chang, and Hu Chang was so frightened that he lowered his hands and did not dare to say anything. Zhang Ling and the other three even shrank.
When I got to the side, I didn't dare to speak out loud.
"Hmph!" The old man gently knocked his cane on the ground and said coldly, "Appreciating chrysanthemums in the golden autumn is an elegant thing, but you are yelling here, how unbecoming it is!"
When Hu Chang saw the old man, he had already put away his playboy look, obediently bowed to the old man, and said with a smile: "Students don't dare."
Qian Tongzhi actually put away his disdain and said to the old man respectfully: "Mr. Gu!"
Xu Zizhen was surprised and asked Mo Lier in a low voice: "Who is this old man? Why do everyone look like a grandson when I see him?"
Mo Lier held back her laughter and replied: "This is Mr. Gu Yi, a great Confucian of the time. He was a classmate of Mi Fu in the former dynasty. He was a noble and knowledgeable scholar. Nowadays, many Confucian students in Suzhou have been taught by Mr. Gu, such as this one
Mr. Qian was once Mr. Gu's disciple."
Xu Zizhen suddenly realized that of course he knew Mi Fu, Mi Dian, one of the four great masters of the Northern Song Dynasty, but it seemed that those who could be friends with this lunatic were not very normal.
Gu Yi held his crutches with both hands and said calmly: "What are you two arguing about here?"
Hu Chang took advantage of being Gu Yi's student and rushed to tell the story. Naturally, he could not help but add some jealousy. Qian Tongzhi listened anxiously, but did not dare to interrupt immediately. You must know who was in power during the Northern Song Dynasty.
No one dares to be disrespectful to a great scholar.
After listening to what Hu Chang said, Gu Yi asked, "You mean, this young man insulted Zhang Anlu?"
Zhang Ling nodded eagerly and said: "Exactly, this person made rude remarks, and the students were angry, so they started fighting. Please ask the teacher..."
Unexpectedly, Gu Yi didn't wait for him to finish speaking, crutches shouted loudly: "Shut up! I just think this little brother scolded you a little more politely!"
As soon as these words came out, Xu Zizhen's impression of Gu Yi immediately changed greatly. It was rare that there were people in this world who would not help relatives but help others.
Zhang Ling was scolded by Gu Yi and did not dare to say anything anymore. He continued to shrink his neck and hide behind others. Hu Chang smiled and said: "Teacher, if you scold the students, the students will naturally recognize it, but it is this big character
The ignorant people spoke arrogant words, which made Brother Zhang Xian angry."
"Who said I can't read?" Xu Zizhen couldn't pretend to be dumb anymore. Old Man Gu was kind enough to help him, but he couldn't be ungrateful, so he jumped out immediately after hearing these words.
Hu Chang sneered: "So what if you are literate? Do you think you can teach me Deyunshe just by knowing a few words? You are arrogant!"
Gu Yi shouted: "That's enough!"
Xu Zizhen cupped his hands towards Gu Yi and said with a smile: "Mr. Gu, at your age, you don't have to argue with your juniors. This matter started with me, so it's better for me to resolve it." After speaking, he raised his chin to Hu Chang,
"Then go ahead and tell me a lesson. We don't dare to teach you a lesson. In Mr. Hu's opinion, how can I be qualified to teach you a lesson... uh, how about telling the truth?"
Hu Chang saw that Gu Yi had made a big move and knew that he couldn't do anything tough today. He could only take this opportunity to make this kid look embarrassed, and by the way, Qian Tongzhi would also make a big deal out of him, so that he could follow his own will.
"It's very simple. My mentor Mr. Gu is here today. You are going to compose a poem with chrysanthemum as the title. As long as you can get my mentor's nod and praise, then I will naturally admit that you are qualified. If you can't do it...
…”
Xu Zizhen interrupted disdainfully: "Then I'll get out of here right away, and from now on I'll call you "Master" when I see you! Do you really think that you are the only ones in the world who can read and write? Today I'm going to let you go with my plain-clothes legs.
Open your eyes! Tell me, compose poetry or write lyrics? It’s up to you.”
Seeing how confident he looked, Hu Chang was a little unsure. However, considering that he used a lot of foul language, he probably wasn't very good at writing poems. He thought about it and said: "Don't say I bully you, just fill in
It’s just words, you can choose your words.”
Xu Zizhen chuckled: "You need words, right? Then listen carefully..."
I saw his eyes narrowed slightly, looking at a cluster of golden lamps in front of him, and he came closer and took a deep sniff.
"The mist is thick and the clouds are full of sorrow. The auspicious brain disappears the golden beast. The Double Ninth Festival is here again. Jade pillows and gauze kitchens, the coolness comes through in the middle of the night. After dusk, I put wine on the east fence, and there is a faint fragrance filling my sleeves. I can't help but extinguish my soul. The west wind blows behind the curtain,
People are thinner than yellow flowers."
The autumn wind stirred slightly, thousands of chrysanthemums swayed, Xu Zizhen's voice was low and melodious, and it clearly penetrated into the ears of everyone present.
Quiet, the scene was deathly quiet!
Suzhou has always had a profound cultural heritage, and there is no shortage of talented people and beautiful women. Even if they can't write good sentences, you can still hear the good and bad ones. Moreover, such a masterpiece comes from the mouth of such a vulgar commoner and is given to others.
That kind of shock is unparalleled.
Gu Yi was one of those who was shocked. He originally thought that Xu Zizhen had only read a few books, and that he could pass the test if he could write a limerick, so as to avoid being made trouble by Hu Chang, a playboy. However, he never thought that he
Before he could finish his thoughts, Xu Zizhen recited such a poem. Although the poem sounded a little too girly, it was really a good poem.
The old man was stunned for a moment, and it took him a long time to come back to his senses. There was no wind in his hair and hair, and he said excitedly: "Okay! What a person is thinner than a yellow flower! What a drunken flower! This... this, this, this, this is awesome!"
It’s truly a timeless saying!”
Xu Zizhen bowed and bowed with a smile: "Sir, the compliment is ridiculous, the kid is scared." However, he was thinking in his heart, counting the years, Li Qingzhao should not be divorced yet, so this poem should not be born yet, so don't be fooled.
It’s better for people to expose it.
Hu Chang was also stunned for a moment. He was doing the right thing, but it was more or less his father's secret manipulation. To be fair, at his level, he really couldn't write such a good word.
Seeing that his teacher, Mr. Gu Yi, was so excited and made it clear that he was in trouble, now he simply pretended not to understand and did not comment on the poem at all. He snorted: "Your Excellency is not a rhetorical poet.
Is it okay? Why not come up with a quatrain?"
Xu Zizhen laughed loudly: "I know you won't give up, so I'll make you accept it thoroughly."
After speaking, he did not act as pretentious as before, and directly chanted: "The three paths of my hometown are covered with secluded bushes, and frost falls in the blue sky one night. I was a stranger in a foreign land many years ago, and I was afraid that I would be late to see the autumn wind when I returned."
Now Hu Chang was completely dumbfounded. Zhang Ling and the other three scholars were also dumbfounded. Is this a commoner? Is this guy really a commoner? Is it possible that some number one scholar came to mess with us in disguise?
Unexpectedly, Xu Zizhen wasn't done yet. He turned around and bowed to Gu Yi, who was also stunned: "I bow my head to express my respect for you, sir. I hope you will accept it."
When he said this, Gu Yi immediately recognized the meaning and put together the first words of each sentence of the poem, so Mr. Yi... Mr. Gu Yi!
Wow!
At this moment, everyone around the flower show was in a state of shock. Others who can write a poem in seven steps are called talents, and those who can write a poem in three steps are called geniuses. So what does he mean by writing a poem without even thinking? A genius? A genius?
Gu Yi tremblingly spoke out everyone's thoughts: "Wizard, wizard! I have lived in vain for more than seventy years, and I have never seen such a genius as the young master. May I ask what your surname is? Who is your master?"
I'm afraid Xu Zizhen is the only young man in Suzhou who can be praised like this by the great scholar Mr. Gu Yi. However, Xu Zizhen still looked cynical and said with a grin: "Sir, you are too kind. Xu Zizhen grew up poor in his family.
I can't afford to go to school, I just know a few words under my father's guidance."
Hearing this, Gu Yi suddenly grabbed the sleeve of Xu Zizhen's robe and said excitedly: "My little friend is quick in thinking and brilliant in writing. If time passes, he will surely become a great master of the generation. If you don't dislike me, I would like to write a letter to recommend this little friend to the Capital Xiuwen Hall."
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Xu Zizhen was confused. He didn't know what this Xiuwen Hall was, but the crowd watching the excitement were stunned. Hu Chang and others were full of envy, while Qian Tongzhi and the Dali Duan brothers were full of envy.