On the occasion of the literati in Suzhou, whenever the old master is mentioned, it is naturally specifically Chen Musa, and no one dares to use this title anymore. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Everyone looked at the door in unison, waiting for the old master to make a grand appearance. But no one noticed a detail, Qiu Xiang glanced at Tang Bohu with an extremely agile gaze, no coincidence is not a book, Tang Bohu is rubbing his red palms and staring at Qiu Xiang stupidly, the two of them looked at each other for about a thousandth of a second, and the corners of Qiu Xiang's mouth showed a faint smile.

Tang Bohu was such a smart person, he immediately understood that Qiu Xiang's smile was a small reward for him to take the lead and applaud him. What an important progress this is, with the first year of junior high school, you don't have to worry about fifteen, and the good show is behind, thinking of this, Tang Bohu can't help but feel overjoyed.

"Haha, sure enough, as I guessed, there is another one who can't sit still. Anyway, I got the first shot. Lian Daning laughed.

Father Zhou and the others were a little dizzy, Chen Musa actually came, not to mention this kind of occasion, no matter how big the Zhou family is, please don't move this great god.

Father Zhou led his family and several old friends to hurry to greet him, and Chen Musa had already walked to the door, his steps were brisk and his spirits were uplifted, as if he was ten years younger.

"The old master's presence is really brilliant. Father Zhou couldn't close his mouth with a smile.

He knew in his heart that Chen Musa came here for the same purpose as Lian Daning, not for the opening ceremony, but for that amazing poem. But in any case, this face is too bright and auspicious, indicating that this business will be very prosperous.

"Old master, you have also seen the poem, are you in a hurry?" said Lian Daning.

"Exactly. Chen Musa answered twice and didn't say anything.

Tang Bohu and Wen Zhengming hurriedly stepped forward to salute Chen Musa, and Tang Bohu also instructed the Zhou family to bring chairs to the old master.

Chen Musa ignored everything, walked straight to him, and asked, "Besides, you really wrote that poem?"

Besides, they're about to cry, and they don't believe me. After thinking about it, it's no wonder that people don't believe it, and they really don't have that ability. In fact, for more than 400 years after that, that poem was undoubtedly the pinnacle of Chinese poetry.

"I wrote it. "He's very open, and it's true that he wrote it, even if it's not his original.

"Old man, what do you mean, I doubt that you can't plagiarize other people's poems?"

As soon as Lian Daning came to ask this just now, she was already very uncomfortable in her heart, but for the sake of Lian Daning's unprecedented praise, she didn't spray him, and now Chen Musa actually doubts his heir disciple, which is really unbearable.

"No, of course not, I wonder how anyone could write such a poem, is it really written by a human being? Chen Musa's tone was indifferent, as if he had come to an enlightenment.

When everyone heard this, this evaluation went to a higher level, isn't the melody of the heavens just the song of the gods? Although there are many poems in the world, which are said to have been written by the immortal Lu Dongbin and others, and are called fairy poems, they are only folk rumors, and no one has really seen them.

"Besides, I either suspected anything, or I was suddenly shocked by your poem and my mind was a little confused. Chen Musa said apologetically.

A disciple copied this poem, and when I read the first line, the person bounced up from the chair and immediately rushed over, unable to sit still. But, old master, don't you dislike poetry, don't you often laugh at poets?" said Lian Daning.

Chen Musa said with a smile: "Who doesn't like good poetry? It's just that what are the disease-free things you have every day, I really don't like them, and they give me a headache." I've been numb to today's poetry for a long time. ”

Lian Daning smiled bitterly, the old master's rod was even swept into him, but he also knew that the old master's brain was in an abnormal state now, and he couldn't care too much.

Several members of the Zhou family moved chairs. Lian Daning asked to keep eight and the others to withdraw.

Lian Daning commanded, five chairs were placed horizontally and three vertically.

Put five handfuls horizontally, the old master sat in the middle, Lian Daning and Zhou Dingcheng accompanied him on the left and right, and Zhou's father and besides sat on the periphery in turn. Put three vertically: the first one is Tang Bohu, followed by Wen Zhengming and Shen Zhou. The others could only stand, including Zhou Wenbin and Wen Zhengchen.

This pattern, everyone understood at a glance that Lian Daning deliberately wanted to pat the old master's ass, and before he left Suzhou, he was suddenly promoted to the core team of Suzhou literati.

But Lian Daning's actions did not cause any adverse effects, and everyone accepted his arrangement, at least for the time being, in the state that the re-recorded poem was not dry, and it was reasonable to temporarily suppress Tang Bohu and Wen Zhengming.

Of course, Tang Bohu and Wen Zhengming also muttered in their hearts, but both of them had shortcomings at the moment, and they didn't dare to squeak. Tang Bohu thought that if he was mad at this moment, it would be equivalent to saying goodbye to Qiu Xiang completely, anything can be done, this thing must not be done, if he behaves well, maybe there will be a reversal, Qiu Xiang's smile just now has given him a signal.

Wen Zhengming is too, what he is thinking about now is that he must take off the hat of a hypocrite as soon as possible, otherwise it will not be good to be a person in the future, and literati are the most sarcastic, which is tantamount to giving others a handle to ridicule him.

After Shen Zhou sat down, his mind was the calmest, he leaned over, squinted his eyes and looked at the situation, and he was very happy. However, he couldn't figure out why he could write such a poem. There are also such people in history, the Tang Dynasty Zhang Ruoxu is as light as a weight, and he embarrass those famous poets with a song "Spring River Flower Moonlight Night". Besides, this kid won't come to such a hand, and dominate the Ming literary world with a poem.

The happiest are Pomegranate and Xiao Nier, but the performance of the two is very different. Due to the casual occasion, Pomegranate walked over directly, stood behind the old master, and pinched his uncle's shoulders, and the old master was very useful, squinting his eyes and falling into deep thought.

Xiao Nier pulled Qiu Xiang aside and whispered: "I see that person is doing well today, he is much more sensible, Sister Qiu Xiang, what method did you use to ** him?"

Qiu Xiang smiled without saying a word, and Yu Guang glanced at Tang Bohu again, and when he saw his concentrated appearance, he couldn't help but cover his mouth and snicker.

On the surface, and now the most proud, in fact, Sisi and Wenbin are today's biggest winners, a shabu shabu restaurant opened, and even made such a battle, not only received a batch of calligraphy and painting of Wu Zhongcai, but also produced a shocking work, these will be the intangible assets of this store in the future, it is conceivable that the legend will spread all over Suzhou City overnight. How can this business not be popular?

Zhou Dingcheng grinned so much that he couldn't do it, pinched the hand sitting beside him, picked it up and looked at it carefully repeatedly. Besides, he couldn't break free, so he had to stare at him with a bitter face. Zhou Dingcheng said: "I ignored it, but I still practice as an adult." However, today I have to see the truth, whether this is a fairy or a demon. ”

Su Qingdong was frightened by this scene, and hid behind the crowd and didn't dare to show up, for fear that someone would think of him.

Those ladies also ignored it, and streamed down from the third floor one by one, how could they miss this good show? However, they couldn't understand why only these eight people were seated, and they were arranged horizontally and vertically.

This scene reminded Zhou Wenbin of the party in Deyue Tower, when almost no one in the literati circle in Suzhou knew about the existence of the incident. But coincidentally, Lian Daning was the first to arrive that day, and the old master followed. No one expected that the two well-known figures in Suzhou would rush to accept the situation and become protégés on the spot.

Wen Zhuo slipped behind the scenes, he didn't care about the appearance of any earth-shattering poems, he was still thinking about the game setting in his heart. Wen Jie put his ears on the other and said: "When will this party end, it's annoying, we have to hurry up and get the production plan of the game out, it's a fool not to make money." ”

A group of cooks at this stall were ready to play with all kinds of pots and plates, but they didn't know that the scene had changed, and they were stunned in the corridor outside the house. Seeing this, Father Zhou immediately stepped forward and called: "Pause, pause, stay there first, don't be in a hurry, everything is under the command of the old master and Master Lian." ”

At this time, it was actually past the meal, and everyone was hungry, looking at the plates of meat and vegetables, smelling the fragrance, and saliva was about to flow out.

Besides, he is the most confused person at this time, what is the situation with this one, he feels that it is like a dream, it is too unreal, and he can't find any sense of reality. What he didn't expect was that a hurricane sweeping the poetry world was already brewing, far and wide, deep and far.

After all the arrangements were stopped, Lian Daning woke up and didn't mention eating and drinking, and made an important speech on the spot.

Lian Daning said loudly: "Today's gathering of my Wuzhong talents, it is really a rare blessing, after hard work, your works have swept away the problems of the past disease-free, and created a new atmosphere of Jiangnan poetry, especially the old master and the contemptible disciples. The old master and I rushed to the scene together, and the only purpose was to hope that you would make persistent efforts to revitalize our Chinese poetry and leave a famous story for future generations. "Yunyun.

Tang Bohu didn't mention him at all when he heard Lian Daning's speech, this was not the case in the past, but now that there is moreover, am I, Tang Bohu, marginalized? Thinking of this, I still couldn't help frowning.

Tang Bohu muttered a few words to Wen Zhengming sideways, and Wen Zhengming grabbed Tang Bohu and signaled him not to have a seizure, but to hold back. Tang Bohu patted Wen Zhengming's hand, which means that it can't be just forgotten, what should be said is still to be said, after this village, there will be no such shop.

Wen Zhengming sighed, shook his head, and swept his gaze over the pomegranate behind the old master, the meaning was self-evident.