"My name is Jiang Fan. Thank you all for joining me. It's getting late, so we'll go into the park to enjoy the fun. You guys can help yourself. I won't be accompanying you much longer."
Seeing Lu Zhaoling and Dong Fangshu running away, Jiang Fan smiled and raised his hands to the surroundings again.
"Young Master Jiang, you're welcome!"
"Master Jiang, please come into the garden quickly. I heard that Fujiang Garden will hold a poetry meeting tonight. I wish Master Jiang a great success in advance!"
"Yes! With Mr. Jiang's poetic talent, no one will be able to match him at tonight's Fujiang Garden Poetry Recital!"
All kinds of compliments were heard everywhere.
Jiang Fan smiled and thanked again, then reached out and rubbed the hair of Lin Wanqing, who was still in a daze, and asked strangely: "What's wrong? You look absent-minded? Let's go into the garden, aren't you?
Have you always wanted to go in and take a look?”
"Ah? No... nothing, then... let's enter the park."
Lin Wanqing was startled, glanced at Jiang Fan, her face instantly turned red to her neck, she avoided looking again, and stuttered.
"Mr. Jiang, there will be a poetry meeting tonight in Fujiang Garden. I would like to ask Mr. Jiang to attend. This kind of poetry is a gift from heaven. It's really shocking..."
Several old masters gathered around, and the master who liked tasting the food the most said in admiration.
"Huh? Poetry club? It seems that someone mentioned it just now. What is it?"
Jiang Fan was stunned for a moment and then asked.
"This...poetry club is a poetry club, not something else. Our young prince in Prince Wu's Mansion likes to write poems, and this Fujiang Garden Poetry Club was organized by him. To put it bluntly, it is a group of talented people and beauties who get together to exchange poems.
It’s just a topic, a poem written on the spot, a tasting on the spot, and a judgment. If a famous piece of work can be produced here, it can be regarded as a beautiful story.”
Another master explained in a daze.
"I see, then does this poetry club have money?"
Jiang Fan suddenly understood and asked next.
"Ah?! Money?!"
Several old masters were stunned at the same time.
"Yes, you see, my poems are very expensive. In order to get Wan Qing to enter the garden, I just wrote two poems in vain. The third poem made me a full hundred yuan. I have also sold it before
A poem also costs one hundred guan. So if I go to a poetry meeting, of course I have to make money, otherwise why would I write poetry?"
Jiang Fan said matter-of-factly.
"This...this...reciting poems and composing lyrics is an elegant thing! How can it be involved with such a copper-smelling thing!"
Several old masters were a little arrogant and staring.
Jiang Fan couldn't help curling his lips, and said with a rather uninterested look: "Okay, if I have time, I will participate."
Seeing Jiang Fan's perfunctory expression, several old masters felt helpless.
It wasn't until Jiang Fan and the others entered Fujiang Garden that the master who liked tasting the most started stamping his feet on the spot.
He hated the iron and said: "No, if such a poetic talent cannot be shown to the world, wouldn't it be a waste of resources? Lao Wu, give me the poems you just recorded, and I will go find the prince! You must let this
Jiang Fan participates in the poetry meeting!"
The other masters nodded in agreement.
Seeing the master who liked to appreciate poetry the most, he rushed into the garden with the poems he had written, while the other masters could only stay outside the garden.
It's just that when I look at the poems handed over by other talented people at this time, they all seem to be insipid.
Without comparison... there is no harm!
Jiang Fan, Lin Wanqing and Tieniu, had been strolling around Fujiang Garden for almost half an hour.
For some reason, Jiang Fan noticed that Lin Wanqing had been in a state of wandering mind since just now. Even after entering the Fujiang Garden, he did not get better at all.
Jiang Fan waved his hand in front of Lin Wanqing's eyes and asked in confusion: "Wanqing, are you okay? Are you feeling unwell? How about we go home? Anyway, that's what I saw in Fujiang Garden.
There’s nothing surprising about it, it doesn’t have much impact if you don’t see it.”
These words were Jiang Fan's sincere comments from the bottom of his heart.
He heard a lot of legends about Fujiang Garden outside, but when he came in, Jiang Fan discovered that Fujiang Garden, which was praised so highly, was not as beautiful as the Suzhou gardens in his own world.
While Jiang Fan was quite disappointed, he could only lament that the people in this world really had never seen much of the world.
However, I never thought that such a simple comment would cause trouble.
"Where do these ignorant people come from to dare to speak nonsense in Fujiang Garden! This is the first garden in the North. How can people like you dare to slander it!"
Suddenly there was a scolding sound from behind.
Jiang Fan was a little helpless. He turned around and saw a scholar wearing a long gown.
The scholar had an angry look on his face, as if Jiang Fan's evaluation of Fujiang Garden had touched his nerves.
In fact, this is indeed the case. The scholar has wanted to enter the park for several consecutive years, but the poems he wrote in the previous few years did not meet the standards for admission. This year, he has improved his knowledge and finally produced poems that can meet the standards.
The scholar was very excited to finally be able to enter the garden and enjoy it. Just as he was immersed in the beauty of Fujiang Garden, he suddenly heard someone commenting that Fujiang Garden was just that, nothing surprising. This made the scholar not angry.
?
I have worked so hard to get this opportunity, which I regard as a treasure, but you say it is almost worthless?
As a result, what have I become?!
Jiang Fan was quite annoyed, but he was still more worried about Lin Wanqing's current obviously abnormal state, so he didn't bother to argue with such a self-righteous person.
He bowed to the scholar and took the initiative to back down and said: "It's just a personal opinion. It must be biased. If I accidentally offended my brother, I would like to apologize to you here."
"Apologise?! Do you think that insulting Fujiang Garden can be solved by apologizing? What qualifications does a person like you have to enter the park to play! I will definitely find Prince Wu about this matter! I will report it to the Prince in person!
Ignorant people like you will be expelled from the garden!"
Seeing Jiang Fan admitting his mistake, the scholar not only did not borrow the donkey from Poxia, but actually raised his voice a little louder.
In the scholar's view, this kind of apology does not mean that the other party does not want to argue with him, it is simply a sign of the other party's guilty conscience and weakness.
And bullying the weak and fearing the strong... is actually the instinct of some scholars.
Jiang Fan was even more disgusted. First it was Lu Zhaoling and Dong Fangshu, and now it was the scholar in front of him. Could it be that all the scholars in the Zhou Dynasty were sick?
What kind of weird brain circuits do they all have?
This kind of person wouldn't survive even half an episode in a TV series!
Not wanting to cause trouble does not mean being afraid of trouble.
Just when Jiang Fan was about to retort and use the rich vocabulary of his own world to scold him for being unable to take care of himself, someone suddenly grabbed his arm.
"Finally I found you, Mr. Jiang, come and see the Crown Prince!"