"Haha......"

Wei Gao finished reading the poem, was demented for a long time, and suddenly jumped up from the chair, waving the paper and laughing. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The staff looked at each other, it's over, it's crazy, whether it's a poem or something, you have to destroy it quickly, don't hurt people anymore.

"Do you know who wrote this?" Wei Gao asked happily.

"Besides. The staff replied in unison.

"Do you know who it is?"

The staff could not answer this question, only a three-year-old would ask such a question, and it was clear that the prefect was not in a normal state.

"This great poet and talented man is also the junior brother below. Ha ha. Wei Gao laughed twice, and took the situation under his own name, and inexplicably became his junior brother.

The staff shook their heads one by one and said nothing, the adults are crazy, really crazy.

"What is the greatest enjoyment of life? It's not eating, drinking, or having fun, it's not the warm fragrance of nephrite, but being able to read a peerless essay and a hand-me-down poem, and I didn't expect to get my wish today. Zhang Xuecheng muttered to himself, and the poems were still flowing in his heart.

After Wei Gao showed the poem to each of them, it was no longer Wei Gao and Zhang Xuecheng who were crazy, everyone present was stupid.

There is an elderly staff member who has been in love with poetry all his life, and after reading the whole poem, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and he fainted. Everyone hurriedly carried him to the bed, pinched him again, and poured cold water, and it took a long time to wake up, and said leisurely with half-open cloudy old eyes: "If I can write such a poem, I am willing to die immediately." After saying that, he began to cry bitterly.

Everyone was silent, and a few people thought to themselves: Who are you willing to do, but writing poetry is not a desperate job, otherwise Saburo Shixiu will also become a great poet.

Reading this poem, the more people who love poetry or are full of emotions, the deeper they feel, and the worse people who are cold by nature. As long as a person's humanity has not been extinguished, there is always a small clean place in his heart, which no one can touch, and even he may not be aware of it, but this poem can go straight to this place and touch the deepest feelings.

Wei Gao calmed down a little before explaining to his staff why he was also his junior brother.

"Do you know, under the teacher, Gao Gong (Gong) and Zhang Gong (Juzheng) are classmates, Zhang Gong and Old Master Chen are the same year, and since they are old masters' students, they are similar to Zhang Gong's students, and they are the same as Gao Gong's students, so they are my junior brothers. ”

The staff suddenly realized that this bend was too far, and the brain hole had to be opened not only widely, but also fully opened, and twisted and crooked, in order to penetrate this layer of brother-brother relationship, and the difficulty was not ordinary.

Some people sneered in their hearts: There are really fans who know how to rub it in their faces, and now they know that they have picked a cheap junior brother and come back, and they will be targeted by the Metropolitan Procuratorate at that time, why don't you say that it is your junior brother?

"Come on, fate to drive the mansion, since Jin Wu can't help it, this mansion also goes out for a stroll and pays a visit to my junior brother. Wei Gao said the word junior and brother very affectionately, just like saying that he was a brother.

"My lord, it's so late, don't go out, why don't you ask someone to invite your junior brother over?" said one of the staff.

"Then how can I do it, won't people say that I use the official frame to oppress people, I want to be a corporal of Lixian, no, I don't pay attention to this between senior brothers, I just want to meet this junior brother, it's better to take the initiative, it's too rude to ask my junior brother to run away. Wei Gao said angrily.

"However, my lord, I heard that your junior brother is not at home now, and is drinking in a newly opened mutton shop, and Master Lian and the old master are also gathering there. A duke said.

"Oh, let's do that another day. Wei Gao was disappointed, Lian Daning and the old master were together, of course, to celebrate the release of this poem, that is to send charcoal in the snow, and he is rushing to go now, it is just the icing on the cake, and the meaning is too bad.

"Send someone to watch outside the mansion tomorrow, as soon as my junior brother comes home, report to me immediately. ”

No matter what others think, he recognized this junior brother anyway.

A servant promised, and then ran out in a hurry, and the prefect was happy with it, and if it was done, there must be a reward.

At the moment, the staff members were all at full speed, everyone had a pen in hand, and began to copy poems and write envelopes, and everyone had a thick stack in front of them, ready to send them to their classmates and friends in various places.

At that time, there was no Internet, and there was no WeChat and Weibo circle of friends.

"Brother Fengzu, is there any meaning in Master Lian's warrant that the city gate can be opened?" Zhang Xuecheng asked.

"Open the city gate? No, Lord Lian doesn't have the power, and you have to get the holy decree to open the city gate at night. ”

"Brother Xuecheng is in a hurry to send these poems, in fact, we are also in a hurry, can you find a way to open the city gate, just let the messenger not go out of the city overnight, and open a corner gate." A staff member said.

"Why are you in such a hurry, isn't it just an overnight thing, and it's not a hundred thousand urgent documents. Wei Gao thought it was funny.

He also copied a lot, and was about to send this poem to his teacher Gao Gong, Zhang Juzheng, and friends in Jingli and everywhere, but he was not in such a hurry.

"Well, of course, the sooner the better, otherwise someone else will take the lead. Zhang Xuecheng said with a smile.

"Then everyone should hurry up and copy it, and when they have all gathered, open a corner door, and let the messenger out, but no one can spread this matter. Wei Gao saw that the staff members were very anxious, so he agreed.

"Thank you, sir. The staff immediately copied harder.

This song should only be in the sky, and it must be heard a few times in the world.

Good poems, peerless strange texts are the same as such fairy songs, which belong to the unavoidable, not only the people who see and hear enjoy it, but also enjoy sharing and transmitting, and all those who are stained with fairy energy have a sense of achievement.

On this night, poetry became the most fashionable word in Suzhou, and it also became a pass for unimpeded traffic throughout the city.

Although the curfew was lifted, the government's vigilance was not relaxed, but tightened, and the officials who went to the streets to patrol the night were several times more tolerant, and they were all tightly controlled on the streets and intersections.

"What for?"

"Poetry. ”

"Oh, let's go over it. ”

In various streets and intersections, this kind of dialogue is everywhere, only the person who preaches the poem can not be checked, and the road is unblocked, and the rest of the people who want to string to other neighborhoods will be interrogated, which is also to prevent robbers and thieves from taking the opportunity to commit crimes, if there are many cases, the political achievements of the prefecture and county yamen will be implicated.

Several children, each with a small lantern in their hands, walked through the street with great interest, and a man hurriedly stopped them.

"Dolls, hurry home and sleep. ”

"We are preachers. A few little children said in childish voices.

"What poems do you preach, hurry home and nurse, don't let the bad guys kidnap you. If you can shoot flowers at night, be careful. ”

When a few children heard that there was a flower shooting, they were so frightened that they ran home.

It is said that they have a medicine in their hands, and as long as they pat the child on the shoulder, the child will be fascinated and willingly follow them. So what children are most afraid of is taking pictures of flowers.

"What's going on, even the dolls know how to shout and pass on poems. A handsome, incomprehensible yell.

In the middle of the night, he was sent out to patrol the streets, and his hands and feet were almost torn from the cold, which was really not a human job. Fortunately, the small liquor shop nearby is still open, you can sneak in and drink a few bowls of old wine, and then pour a pot out, otherwise you will freeze into zombies this night.

"What kind of poem is being preached? How can it be bigger than the scene of the transmission of the holy decree?" Another tolerance also said that it was difficult to understand, and it was the first time that such a thing had happened in many years.

"Who knows what kind of poems are preached, and I don't know if it is the crooked poems dragged out by the poor sour literati who broke his intestines, but it only harmed us. ”

A few of them stamped their feet, rubbed their hands, and from time to time had to drink a few sips of old wine, muttering, complaining, expressing serious incomprehension of the matter, and showing great hatred.

There was a house with a bright fire, apparently a noble family, who was also talking about the poem.

"If life is only as first seen, what is the autumn wind and sad fan. ”

"What a poem, what a poem. ”

The prince, the owner of the Humble Administrator's Garden, which had not yet begun, was at home at this time, reading this poem over and over again, drinking wine cup by cup, such a masterpiece would be ruined without good wine.

"Master, you've praised this fifty-eighth time, is it really that good?" asked a beautiful drooping maid beside him with a smile.

"Every time I read it, I have a different feeling, even if I read it a hundred times, I will have a new experience, which is a wonderful poem. "The prince grew up in a pile of books and had a great appreciation for poetry.

"Isn't it written by a sixteen-year-old son, and it can be compared to Tang Gongzi and Wen Gongzi, the poems of the two of them, the master is every one who finds fault with each one, and he has never been so appreciated. The maid was puzzled and asked curiously.

This woman is a super fan of Tang Bohu, and she doesn't believe that there are people who are more talented than Tang Bohu, and her poems are better than Tang Bohu.

"Bohu and Zhengming's poems are naturally not bad, they can be said to be eight high, but there is no perfect work so far, and this poem is not only perfect, but also a shocking work, a masterpiece that has been handed down to the world, Bohu and Zhengming have not reached this level, at least they can't write such works now. ”

This prince did have a unique vision, and he saw the extraordinary things about this poem at once.

The maid's eyes were hazy, she also knew poetry, she also knew that this poem was not only good, but also very good, but it was already ingrained in her heart, and no matter how good the poetry of the world was, it could not be better than Tang Bohu. If anyone changes this, it will be equivalent to ruining her three views and her life is confused.

However, according to the current tone of the prince and the lord, there is no need to discuss this issue. The maid really didn't know what to do for a while, she was so anxious that she was panting, and her square was in chaos.