Chapter 33 The villain outside the Fujiang Park provoked a provocation
Fujiang Garden is located in the Dongcheng District of Heyang City, covering an area of more than 1,500 acres. It is even several times larger than the area of Biwu Prince's Palace.
The Wei River crosses the entire Heyang City, dividing Fujiang Garden into two, and at the same time adds a lot of unique charm to Fujiang Garden.
Half of the eight famous scenic spots on the Wei River in northern Zhou Dynasty are located in Fujiang Garden.
Coupled with its status as a royal garden, many so-called talents and beauties naturally flocked to it.
When Jiang Fan and his party arrived at the entrance of Fujiang Garden, the area near the entrance of the entire park was already bustling with activity.
Many small vendors gathered on both sides of the street outside the entrance of the park, with shouts of hawking coming and going, sometimes mixed with one or two curses.
There are really too many people, and there will always be people who want to steal something casually when the vendors are not paying attention.
In the crowded crowd, older girls and younger wives are often targeted by some lazy men. Although they don't dare to do anything too extreme, there is no problem in taking advantage of the heavy flow of people.
It was almost dusk, and a large number of lanterns had already been hung on the streets. At the entrance of Fujiang Garden, people who looked like scholars began to appear one after another. They took the poems they had prepared in advance to the master specially arranged by Prince Wu's Mansion to perform.
Appreciation.
If you meet the passing standards, you can enter the park directly. If you fail to meet the standards, you will of course have no choice but to leave with regret.
Lin Wanqing ran to the entrance of the park excitedly, took out a piece of rice paper and handed it to one of the ladies sitting in front of the desk.
On the rice paper was the poem "Drinking Alone Under the Moon" written by Jiang Fan yesterday, so of course, after taking the rice paper, the Master frowned at the sight of it after unfolding it.
This broken word... is really unsightly!
However, the frown only lasted for a moment. After seeing clearly the content of the poem on the rice paper, the master's eyes suddenly widened.
I subconsciously held my breath, and the hand holding the rice paper began to tremble slightly involuntarily.
"A shocking work... a shocking work..."
Master murmured, his face already filled with a horrified expression.
Several other masters who were also responsible for appreciating poems were alarmed and looked over curiously. However, their first reaction was the same as the master's at first, they all frowned.
How could someone make handwriting so ugly?!
This is... a skill, right?!
But then, as the masters also saw clearly the contents of the poems on the rice paper, their dissatisfied expressions all disappeared. They were stunned for a while, and then all turned their heads and looked straight at Lin Wanqing.
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The look in his eyes made Lin Wanqing feel like he was seeing a ghost. He instinctively took a step back and immediately put on a defensive posture.
"What are you going to do!"
Lin Wanqing asked attentively.
"Ahem, don't be afraid, girl, we don't mean any harm, it's just this poem... I wonder who made it?"
The master who was the first to take the rice paper coughed dryly, and realized that the reaction of himself and others was not friendly enough. He quickly glared at several colleagues, and then asked with a kind smile.
"Does it matter? Isn't it the rule of Tomie Garden that the quality of the poems must meet the standard and be new and unheard of? Doesn't it still have to be done by myself?"
Lin Wanqing looked at the master in front of him warily and asked.
"No, no, the girl has misunderstood. The quality of this poem is really too high, and I'm afraid it will be passed down through the ages. So the old man and the others are very excited and want to know the talented person who can write this poem."
The master waved his hands repeatedly and said with a smile.
"That's it...here, it's him."
Lin Wanqing pointed at Jiang Fan.
Several old masters turned their heads and stared at Jiang Fan.
It was really not a good feeling to be looked at by several old men all of a sudden with eyes that seemed to want to devour each other.
Jiang Fan couldn't help but touched the tip of his nose and said humbly: "Well... the quality of this poem should be up to standard, right? Can we go in?"
Several old masters looked at each other, and the master who took the rice paper first said with an apologetic expression: "Master, I'm very sorry. If we follow the rules of previous years, the three of you can enter and play.
However, this year’s Fujiang Garden opened, and there were too many visitors, so the prince temporarily added a new rule. That is... only one person can enter a poem, and no one can bring it with him. "
"Okay, okay, Wanqing, you can go in and play. Tieniu and I are strolling around. The lantern festival outside looks quite lively. You can come out to see us after you finish playing."
Jiang Fan said without hesitation.
In the final analysis, it is only Lin Wanqing who has always wanted to enter Fujiang Garden to see something. For Jiang Fan, it doesn't matter whether he enters or not.
Anyway, in my own world, I have visited the Summer Palace, Old Summer Palace, etc., so I don’t think there will be much difference.
"Oh, what a coincidence. Isn't this the brother who thinks poetry is useless? What? You also want to enter Fujiang Garden to enjoy the scenery? But you are blocked outside?"
A voice suddenly sounded from behind.
Jiang Fan turned around following the sound and found that it was Lu Zhaoling and Dong Fangshu whom he met in the restaurant in the morning.
But at this moment, Lu Zhaoling's face was filled with a sarcastic smile, while Dong Fangshu didn't even look at Jiang Fan, but just smiled and nodded towards Lin Wanqing.
"Some people, who got a poem from somewhere, thought they could enter Fujiang Garden, but they didn't expect that this year, the wise King Wu changed the rules, so that those who want to take advantage of opportunities have no chance to take advantage of the loopholes.
Chance."
"Tsk tsk, brother, do you still think poetry is useless? It's the so-called useless poems you say that can decide whether you are qualified to enter the kindergarten! It's really sad to see a claptrap guy like you being turned away.
Very satisfying.”
The sarcasm on Lu Zhaoling's face became even more intense. While speaking, he took out two pieces of rice paper from his arms, stepped forward and handed them into the hands of the ladies, and then continued to look sideways at Jiang Fan.
The masters were still in a state of shock from "Drinking Alone under the Moon" and had no intention of reading other poems, so they just glanced at it and waved impatiently, indicating that Lu Zhaoling and Dong Fangshu could enter the garden.
However, Lu Zhaoling did not leave directly. Instead, he continued to look at Jiang Fan, and then said: "How is it? Brother, isn't there some cleverness? Since I can improvise poems at noon, I want to make a few more poems related to the moon when I come.
It is also very easy to write poems, right? Otherwise, three people come, but only one can get in, how embarrassing it would be."
While Lu Zhaoling was speaking, he also made tut-tsk sounds, his tone full of ridicule and sarcasm.
Jiang Fan couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, then smiled, nodded and said, "Yes, it is indeed a very easy thing."