The clouds are a vortex, the jade is a shuttle, and the surging shirts are thin and thin. Light cheek double snails.

There is a lot of autumn wind, the rain is harmonious, and the plantain outside the curtain is three or two. The night is long, and the people can't help it!

Santai Mountain Farewell.

On the second floor of the bamboo building, Xu Yan and Shen Mingchen sat by the window to sing poems and chant words, drinking wine.

It was late at night, but the two of them were not sleepy.

As Xu Yan's first apprentice and the only student so far, Shen Mingchen naturally wanted to seize every opportunity to fight poetry with his teacher, hoping to improve his poetry skills.

He has always considered himself a poet like no other in the world. It wasn't until I met Xu Yan that I knew that there were people outside the people and mountains outside the mountains. He worshiped under Xu Yan's sect, hoping to learn more from his teacher.

Xu Yan didn't hide his selfishness, and took out a lot of poems at the bottom of the box.

The two sides exchanged poems, chatted and chatted, and naturally talked about the sequel to "Journey to the West", which has been full of turmoil in the city recently.

"Teacher, it is really shameless for this Zhouji Bookstore to publish books in the name of others. Students of "Journey to the West" have also read it, and it is extremely wonderful. How can it be compared with the words of such a dog's tail and ermine? It's really humiliating. ”

"Jia Ze is right, the sequel is simply different from the previous part."

Xu Yan said along the way.

Of course, Shen Mingchen knew that "Journey to the West" was the first to be printed and launched by the Xu family's Miaofengtang, and then Miaofengtang had an accident and withdrew from the Hangzhou Book Market, and was picked by the Zhou family.

This is a grievance for Xu Yan, a young owner.

"The teacher is just too kind, and everyone in the world can criticize such profiteers! Students hate to speak up for their teachers, and they hate to speak up for their teachers! ”

"Drink, drink!"

Xu Yan smiled and raised his wine glass.

Shen Mingchen had to refill his wine glass and drink it all according to Xu Yan's rhythm.

After three or five cups of this stomach, Shen Mingchen was already a little upset, and his cheeks were flushed.

"Teacher... I can't drink anymore. ”

Shen Mingchen burped and shook his head repeatedly.

"Yes. Jia Ze, as a teacher, I think you drank a little too much today, but you can write good works with the intention of drinking. ”

Hearing this, Shen Mingchen subconsciously became a little excited, and was about to groan: "You don't see..."

He said with a mouth, but he rushed to answer:

"You don't see the mud swallow mouth, sharpen the iron needle, scrape the gold Buddha face and search carefully: find something out of nothing. Quails look for peas, herons split their legs, and mosquitoes dig fat in their abdomen. Lose the old gentleman! ”

Shen Mingchen was in a daze, his consciousness was already a little loose, and he muttered Xu Yanyin's poems in his mouth.

Xu Yan took the opportunity to pour him a few more cups, but after Shen Mingchen drank it, he couldn't hold it anymore at all, and fell on the table with a bang.

Nothing was said all night.

Early the next morning, Shen Mingchen, who was hungover, woke up and felt a splitting headache.

Xu Yan pointed to the basin and said, "Wash your face." ”

Shen Mingchen nodded, poured a handful of water on his face, and a spirit came to his senses.

"Teacher, I lost my temper last night, right?"

Shen Mingchen, who came to his senses, looked embarrassed, thinking that he had to bother his teacher to take care of him after he was drunk last night, so he was ashamed of himself.

"It's nothing, Li Bai has a hundred poems about wine, and although Jia Ze is not as good as Li Taibai, he has also written a few good poems."

Xu Yan smiled faintly.

"Oh? What if so? ”

Xu was too drunk to be so thorough that Shen Mingchen forgot all about last night, and only vaguely remembered the poem with Xu Yan. But I can't remember the specific content of the work.

"You don't see the mud swallow mouth, sharpen the iron needle, scrape the gold Buddha face and search carefully: find something out of nothing. Quails look for peas, herons split their legs, and mosquitoes dig fat in their abdomen. Lose the old gentleman! ”

Xu Yan chanted again, and sighed: "Jia Ze's little poem is very suitable for the occasion." ”

"This was done by a student?"

Shen Mingchen didn't remember it at all.

"Of course. The teacher wrote it down for you. Last night, Jia Ze denounced the insatiable behavior of the Zhouji Bookstore for profit, and then composed this poem. ”

Xu Yan's face did not change, and his heart did not beat.

In fact, of course, this poem was not written by Shen Mingchen, but a small order in the Yuan Dynasty, and it is impossible to determine who the author is.

It is precisely because the author is unknown that although he was once circulated among the people, there has been no official written record.

It was first seen in a classic book in Li Kaixian's "A Smile and Scatter". Li Kai was first a native of the Jiajing period, and he had been an official in the court until the 20th year of Jiajing.

After that, he wrote many operas one after another, such as "The Legend of the Sword" written in the 26th year of Jiajing.

However, the collection of loose songs "Laughing and Scattering" was collected and sorted out from all over the place in his later years, which was already at the end of Jiajing.

The collection and sorting process of "A Smile and Scattering" is very complicated, and it can be said that Li Kaixian's hard work has been exhausted.

It is also since the advent of "Laughing and Scattering" that many Yuan Dynasty loose songs that have been dusty for many years have been known to the world.

But Xu Yan didn't have to wait, because he had an innate advantage.

"This poem... It's so sharp. ”

Shen Mingchen swallowed a mouthful of spit.

"Jia Ze used the pen as a knife to directly reprimand the shameless behavior of the people in Zhou Ji Bookstore, which is really gratifying to the teacher."

Xu Yan didn't give Shen Mingchen time to react at all, and said eloquently: "Last night, you shouted that you can't wait to speak up for your teacher, and you can't wait to be angry for your teacher." Now the opportunity has come... It only needs to be transcribed on paper and spread in the streets and alleys of Hangzhou to arouse the excitement of the crowd. ”

"Uh..."

Shen Mingchen always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't say it.

"Why, Jia Ze doesn't want to?"

Xu Yan looked disappointed.

Shen Mingchen hurriedly said: "The teacher misunderstood, how could the student not want to?" If it weren't for the poems with the teacher, the students would not have been able to write such sharp words. Student... Students are willing to do anything for their teacher..."

"That's very good." Xu Yan nodded and said, "I will find someone to help you do the transcription, just stamp your private seal at the end." ”

Shen Mingchen said respectfully: "But according to the teacher's orders." ”

Xu Yan added: "Don't forget the one carved by Lu Zigang. ”

Shen Mingchen: "..."

In the end, Jia Ze needed to go to the Zhouji Bookstore in person and recite this poem on the spot outside the store. The famous Ningbo poet Shen Mingchen wrote poems to denounce the evil deeds of profiteers... Tsk, the teacher can't wait to see how the people of Hangzhou City react. ”

Xu Yan showed a touch of joy on his face.

"Oh yes, don't forget the three things you promised when you apprenticed."

Xu Yan suddenly remembered something, and said leisurely: "When you go out, don't reveal the teacher-student relationship between you and me." ”

Shen Mingchen hurriedly said: "Don't worry, the student understands that this poem was written by me and has nothing to do with the teacher." ”

Xu Yan nodded with satisfaction: "The son can be taught." ”

It's that easy to talk to smart people.

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