A virtuous monk, a poet monk who made a great wish and was highly respected by Jiangnan scholars, would lose his temper because of a poem, which seems outrageous, but in fact it is a true outpouring of feelings.

Monk Xuelang is free and easy, and is good at poetry, although he is a disciple of Buddhism, but in today's words, he is a person of personality.

The Dharma is superb and compassionate, but he is obsessed with the way of poetry, which is necessarily different from the ordinary monk who only knows how to chant and sit in meditation.

In other words, this Master Xuelang has a high IQ and EQ, and his realm is not low, so he can not only get out of the dust, but also enter the world, and have a better chance of attaining Buddha fruit than sitting and chanting Buddha.

is different from the monk who is not familiar with ordinary affairs, Master Xuelang knows in his heart that as soon as Aunt Han's poem "Gift to Master Xuelang, the leader of the Jinling Poetry Society" comes out, not only can he leave his name and pass it on, but also the Jinling Poetry Society, which is the painstaking family, can also be remembered by future generations!

This love is owed a lot!

The members of the poetry society are honored, but the rest of the literati are staring at each other with great envy.

"Han Xianggong is a great talent, we are impressed, there are hand-me-downs for Master Xuelang and all the colleagues of the Jinling Poetry Society, but I don't know, can there be small words for frustrated people like us?"

A slightly stiff voice came out of the side out of place.

Aunt Han looked up, but he was a middle-aged scribe with simple clothes and a stubborn appearance.

"Liu Qingyan, how can you write poems and lyrics? Don't be strong! ”

"Today is a good day for Han Xianggong to join my Jinling Poetry Society, where did you get frustrated?"

"It's not that Su Zhai can't stop your mouth, there are a lot of words!"

In the crowd, there was gossip, but most of them were accusations and contempt.

Monk Xuelang remained silent, and whispered the origin of this Liu Qing banquet to Aunt Han.

But he is a poor sour who has tried and failed, has a hard temperament, and likes poetry, and is well-known in Ningbo County, but the poems he makes are all sighs, and he is old-fashioned by nature, unsympathetic, and not liked by all scholars.

That Liu Qingyan was blamed by others, but he was holding his neck and was unmoved, staring at Han Chen with a pair of eyes, and the corners of his mouth trembled slightly.

"Han Xianggong is a great talent, presumably, I can't see people like me who are down-and-out and shabby, it's Liu and Meng Lang."

Having said that, Liu Qingyan's demeanor and tone were extremely blunt, as if he was provocative.

In Han Chen's mind, one word flashed first: bar essence.

But Aunt Han traveled south and north in his last life, and saw countless people, but he figured it out, this person is afraid that he is just the opposite of Monk Xuelang, the double business is too low, the life is not very satisfactory, he has been depressed for a long time, and he has become more and more withdrawn and weird, to put it bluntly, he has no sense of identity, self-pity and self-pity, and is incompatible with this world.

Such a person is cleaner than ordinary people in the bottom of his heart, but because of his personality, he may not have bad intentions, but his words and deeds are often misunderstood, and he will often be embarrassed by others and himself.

For example, at the moment, this person may not be intentionally targeting himself, but he is stubborn and blunt, which makes people uncomfortable.

"Ding, the big husband is the beauty of an adult! Side quest 4: Write poems to make him cry!

Completing the task rewards are full of economy, and failure is obliterated! ”

The system has been a little active in the past two days!

In any case, this full stomach is exactly what I need.

As his fame grows, he interacts with people, even if he is a maniac, he always uses poetry and articles.

I don't have any goods in my stomach, and sooner or later I will show my feet.

"I don't know if Mr. Liu has ever taken the imperial examination? What about family resources? ”

Seeing that Han Chen took the initiative to inquire, the people next to him persuaded one after another, don't be like Liu Qingyan.

But he was worried that Aunt Han would not be able to make poems that were in line with his "Wu Dynasty Taibai" and "Jiangnan Su Laopo".

Writing poems and lyrics, paying attention to a feeling and thinking, you must first have a direction.

This Liu Qingyan rashly made difficulties, and the question was tricky, and Han Xianggong did not deal with it well, I am afraid that he would fall into the name of despising the down-and-out scholars.

This kind of name is the most hurtful character.

In the Wu Dynasty at this time, among the literati, like Chen Jiru, you scolded the sky and the air, and scolded the scholars with status and wealth, everyone liked to hear it, even if you were scolded by that person, you would be sought after.

But if you ridicule and ridicule the poor and leave a bitter reputation, you will be spurned by the people.

It can be regarded as the political correctness of the Wu Dynasty.

"Repeated failures, half a life."

Liu Qingyan showed a bitter smile on his face, and his self-deprecation was undoubtedly revealed, "The family resources are all dependent on the management of the lady in the family, and they can't make ends meet." ”

Everyone is quiet, although this Liu Qing banquet is not pleasant, but in the same Ningbo County, everyone is also familiar with each other, square and old-fashioned, and can even be called upright, even if the clothes are worn and patched, to participate in the poetry meeting, but also gritted his teeth and donated three coins of silver.

To put it bluntly, it's smelly and hard, but in some cases, you have to admire mercy.

Just now, everyone opened their mouths to dissuade Aunt Han from composing poems, but they didn't have the intention of calming things down and defending Liu Qing's banquet.

After all, he is a down-and-out scribe and annoys the new No. 1 poet in Jiangnan, which is not a good thing after all.

However, this Liu Qing banquet couldn't realize the intentions, but felt that everyone was stepping on red and white, deliberately targeting, it was true, unsympathetic, and stubborn.

"Mr. Liu, don't say that you can't say such things, Han Chen's life experience, Mr. must also know."

Han Chen smiled openly, his identity as a son-in-law, with the singing of a few poems, has long been known in Ningbo County, "The same is struggling to survive in this world, how can you not know Mr.'s mind if you are not crazy?" Bring the pen! ”

Three or two sentences, but it made Liu Qingyan lower his head, and his straight body also relaxed.

Indeed, as Han Chen said, he, the "Taibai of the Wu Dynasty" and "Su Laopo of Jiangnan", was not satisfactory before, he was poor and alone, and then he entered the Chu family of the Duke of Yueguo, and he was also set to get married three years later.

If it weren't for the fact that he has a great talent right now, I'm afraid that if a scholar sees it, it's like seeing shit!

Liu Qingyan only felt that compared with Aunt Han's before, his small life was not bad, and suddenly, he felt a sense of shame for bullying the small.

This kind of person is simple-minded and has a tendon in his head, and when he encounters someone stronger than him, he will often compete with others with his neck, and it is common for him to suffer losses and suffering.

When he encountered someone who was not as good as him, he was at a loss and didn't want to hurt, even if he was treated as a monkey and taken advantage of, he didn't want to be held accountable.

It can only be said that his temperament is natural, but his heart is clean and he has the most simple conscience.

saw Aunt Han splashing ink again, and everyone became excited.

"The immortals and Buddhas have not yet succeeded, and they only know that the night is uneven......"

There are people around him, and they read out the new poems written by Aunt Han aloud so that people from afar can also know about it.

"The wind is full of sad songs, and the mud attracts Bo Xing's name......"

"Nine or eight times out of ten, it is useless to be a scholar......"

"Mo is sad because of the poems, and the spring birds and autumn insects make their own ......"

The peach forest was silent for a moment, and Liu Qingyan looked up at the sky, two lines of turbid tears flowed down his cheeks and slowly dripped into the soil.