"That's ...... so"

The old man nodded, frowned and muttered with some surprise: "Literati should be treated politely, how can they be turned away?" ”

"I think so too, but unfortunately I can't help it, I can't get in without an invitation. www.biquge.info"Beichen looked helpless, originally thinking of going to Xingyuan for revenge, and by the way, he met Wang Changling, one of the Seven Absolute Holy Hands, but now it's okay, and he can't even enter the gate."

"Invitations?"

The gray-haired old man was stunned for a moment, and then, as if he remembered something, he slowly took out a piece of lilac paper from his sleeve, the same as the one they had just held.

After taking out the envelope, the old man smiled and said, "This invitation is for you, it's useless for the old man to go in......"

"Oh."

Beichen was stunned, and waved his hand again and again after reminiscing: "I can't help it, I can't help it, how can the kid take the invitation card of the senior, although I really want to go into the apricot garden, but I can't take the favor of others!" ”

But I didn't expect the old man to smile suddenly, glanced at the apricot orchard lightly, and said lightly: "The red apricot spring on the wall, why do you need to go into the courtyard to see, he doesn't welcome it, I don't want to go." ”

After speaking, the old man stuffed the envelope in his hand into Beichen's hand, put his hands behind his back, and left with a calm expression, the back was indescribably chic.

"Masters!"

Beichen sighed, his heart was full of emotion, if people live so freely, it is a kind of life without desire and without desire, clutching the invitation card in his hand, Beichen turned his head and walked towards the apricot garden with a cold face.

"I didn't expect you to dare to come?"

Tiangong is not beautiful, it is not that enemies do not get together, it is not someone else who welcomes guests at the gate of Xingyuan, it is Zhao Gang, who had a conflict with Beichen before, he saw Beichen coming, his eyes were a little surprised.

Beichen sneered and said proudly: "The apricot orchard is not your family, why don't I dare to come?" ”

Squinting his eyes, Zhao Gang's eyes showed a cold glow, and after counting his breaths, he seemed to remember something, and a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth: "I forgot to tell you that this apricot orchard is not something that anyone can enter if they want to, you ...... Is it qualified? ”

"Am I not qualified?"

Beichen felt funny, the dragon and tiger strode forward, and Lang Lang said loudly: "If you have eyes, you don't know gold and jade, how can you know how high or low people are with dog eyes?" ”

After speaking, Beichen took out an invitation card from his sleeve in a high-profile manner, looked back, glanced coldly at Zhao Gang with a black face, and strode towards the apricot orchard, the two doormen took the envelope stupidly, a little at a loss.

In front of everyone's eyes, even if Zhao Gang was furious and the killing intent swept through the Tianling Gai, he didn't dare to act recklessly, after all, the teacher came soon, and it would be bad to let the teacher see it.

"Humph! Beichen, bullshit, I'll make you lose face today! Gritting his teeth, Zhao Gang stared at Beichen's swaggering figure, with a fierce look on his face.

"Young master, there's something strange about this matter!"

At this time, two guards came over, they were respectful in front of Zhao Gang, in fact, Xingyuan can enter without an invitation, and what happened to Beichen was instructed by Zhao Gang to make things difficult for Beichen.

Zhao Gang frowned and turned his head, his face gloomy: "What do you say?" ”

"Young Master doesn't know, just now we have expelled this kid on the grounds of invitations, but it didn't take long for this kid to bring an invitation, and the person on the invitation is ......"

"Who is it?" Zhao Gang was curious.

"Former Pavilion Elder, Lord Meng!" The two guards glanced at each other, then lowered their heads and muttered.

Hearing this, Zhao Gang's body was shocked, and he narrowed his eyes with some surprise: "It turned out to be his invitation?"

The former court elders, Wang Changling and Meng Haoran do not deal with each other, and the contradiction between the two is not only the discord of political opinions, but also the style of the two poems.

Wang Changling is a well-known poet of Biansai, whose poetry has a broad artistic conception, surging atmosphere, mellow language, tactful and harmonious tone, intriguing, and has high attainments in estrus, landscaping, freehand and other aspects.

Meng Haoran is a famous landscape and pastoral poet in the Tang Dynasty, whose poems mainly express seclusion and leisure, detention and sorrow, and the poetic style is light and natural, which can achieve the realm of pure heart and few desires, no desires and no desires.

The two styles also eventually caused the two to be quite paranoid, not to mention that they would fight as soon as they met.

"Hmph, I was thinking about how to discredit you, but I didn't expect you to be the teacher's rival, in that case, I want to see how you stand in the apricot garden?"

The scenery in the apricot orchard is beautiful, the fragrance of flowers is pervasive, and the fragrance cannot be dissolved at all, Beichen walked in and found that there were already many people inside, all of whom looked like a weak literati.

After walking around, I didn't find any familiar people, but many people in the apricot orchard recognized him and said respectfully to him: "Peking University people ......"

After asking Beichen carefully, I realized that there were not many people who came this time, and the poetry was right, and talking and laughing was only secondary, and the most important thing was the fighting poems in the Luoyang Poetry Club over the years.

What is a fighting poem, that is, a person produces a poem, which is evaluated by everyone, and the person who finally wins the first place can get the four characters of Luoyang genius inscribed by the emperor himself.

After understanding, Beichen was too lazy to talk nonsense, walked to the pastry on the side and ate it, no one came to find fault, and he didn't want to take the initiative to cause trouble.

Not long after, there were more people, Beichen roughly scanned, and the apricot orchard was crowded, rubbing shoulders, I am afraid that there are no less than 100 people.

At this time, a middle-aged man walked up to the high platform not far away, and said loudly: "Everyone, the annual Luoyang Poetry Meeting is about to start, let's invite the former court elder, Wang Changling, Lord Wang!" ”

Soon walked on the stage of an old man with gray hair, this person was full of energy, terrifying momentum, far away, Beichen could conclude that this person must be a person who has been in a high position for a long time.

"The old man Wang Changling, thanks to the emperor's love, came to preside over the Luoyang Poetry Club, and the winner of the fighting poems can get the emperor's golden pen 'Qilin Talent', and can be recommended by the old man to become an official in the court!"

At this moment, the crowd of 100 people exploded, I didn't expect the reward of this Luoyang Poetry Meeting to be so rich, the previous "Luoyang Talent" was changed to a more honorable "Qilin Talent", and he could also enter the court as an official, this temptation was simply too great.

"This reward, the ...... of the brain"

Everyone is red-eyed, but only Beichen is still sitting on the stone pier, quietly eating breakfast on the stone case, as a good young man in the 21st century, Beichen is not interested in the emperor's words, and he is even less interested in becoming an official in the court.

"Doushi Dabi, start now!"

Accompanied by Wang Changling's energetic voice, the crowd was full of poetry for a while, and a person fought poetry with a red face and a thick neck, and he gave his life to death, only Beichen crossed Erlang's legs, eating and drinking tea early.

It's just that at this time, someone has already locked their eyes on Beichen, next to the high platform, Zhao Gang squinted his eyes and stared at Beichen, and said loudly: "I heard that Master Meng's apprentice is also here today, Zhao is not talented, and he is willing to fight with this person......"

Hearing this, everyone quieted down, and after a little aftertaste, they understood who Lord Meng was in Zhao Gang's mouth, the former court elder, Wang Changling's rival Meng Haoran!

The most indifferent, when it belongs to Beichen, hearing Zhao Gang's familiar voice, the corners of his mouth rose, revealing a meaningful smile, calmly put down the pastry in his hand, and sighed in a low voice: "If you don't die, you won't die......"