Let's say that after Gu Haotian heard Pan Jinlian read that poem, he was scared to death. Just because his poem is Su Shisu's poem "Gift to Liu Jingwen", when he was in the back garden just now, in order to coax Pan Jinlian, he casually chanted it, and he knew that this dead girl actually read it out on such an occasion. It must be known that Su Shi is a celebrity in the previous dynasty, and his masterpiece must be well known to readers of this era, not only does this confirm his reputation for not learning and not knowing, but also such an obvious misappropriation of other people's works, after these people hype, I am afraid that the reputation of this life will also be ruined.

Gu Haotian sat there in a daze, racking his brains to think of a countermeasure, while waiting for the coming of the storm. At this time, the atmosphere in the hall was a little strange, and the hustle and bustle suddenly turned into a deathly silence.

Time passed little by little, Gu Haotian felt that the pressure in his heart was getting bigger and bigger, thinking about it anyway, it was also a knife to stretch out his head and shrink his head, rather than suffering here, it was better to let it go, he was about to say that he had just recited the masterpiece of the Su family in the back garden, and the maid was ignorant and took it as what he wrote.

But when he saw Yan Junqing in front of Gu Haotian, he opened his mouth and praised: "Brother Gu is really hidden, if he doesn't make a sound, he is already a blockbuster, 'There is no rain cover for the lotus, and there are still proud frost branches in the chrysanthemum.'" This sentence is out of today's chrysanthemum poems, and there is no color. ”

"This poem is really extraordinary, and it is worth it today."

"Proud frost fights cold, the lonely state of chrysanthemum and the festival of chastity and brightness are all revealed."

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After Yan Junqing spoke, many people opened their mouths to praise. But Gu Haotian was blindsided, what is the situation, haven't these people read Su Dashen's works? He looked at the crowd carefully, as if he did not look sarcastic. Could it be that the great god Su had never written this poem in this era, and Gu Haotian seemed to have the only possibility after thinking about it. But by this time, he already had the bottom in his heart, so he calmed down and watched the changes.

"It's good for the ancient family to come to study at home, even a scholar can write poems, and I have only seen such stories in essays before, but now I have seen it with my own eyes."

At this time, the scholar surnamed Wang spoke again, he always believed that Gu Haotian was a gentleman, so he forced him to compose a poem, asking him to make a fool of himself, but he didn't expect that the scholar would chant a good poem. At first, he was also stunned, but later he saw Gu Haotian sitting there stunned without making a sound, and saw that the scholar was a clever person, so he thought that it must have been done by the scholar, so he laughed again.

Some people in the hall, after listening to the words of the Wang scholar, seemed to have a reminiscence, yes, this poem was chanted by the scholar, not necessarily by the surname Gu. And some people who were originally more proud of their poems were compared to them at this time, and they were unwilling, so their minds came alive.

"Gu Xiucai's masterpiece is indeed amazing, I have participated in the Juyuan Poetry Club for many years, and I have never seen such a masterpiece, but now I am still unfinished, I don't know if Gu Xiucai can make another one or two poems, in order to feast my ears."

At this time, someone in the audience made a proposal, and some people immediately agreed.

"A good quatrain, some years are difficult to find a sentence, then there is a reason to publish several songs at a time."

There were also some upright people in the hall who couldn't stand it and spoke out to dissuade them.

But at this time, Gu Haotian was much calmer, since the surname Wang spoke, he was sure that Su Dashen in this era of this poem must not have done it, if there is, others may look at Yan Junqing's face and pretend to be confused, but the surname Wang will never let him go. At this time, when I saw some people coaxing him to compose poems, I felt no more pressure, and I thought, since Lao Tzu has cheated, how can he care about a few poems and scare you birdmen to death.

"The poems are not in the next director, but since everyone is so gracious, it is inconvenient to refuse, but that Wang Xiucai seems to have no belief in me, insisting that the poem is written by a scholar, and now it is better to take chrysanthemums as the theme, and ask Wang Xiucai for advice from below, I don't know if I am willing to teach."

Gu Haotian saw that the kid was always against him, so he simply dragged him into the water and taught him another lesson.

The man surnamed Wang saw that Gu Haotian suddenly challenged him, and hesitated in his heart, but he had always been inferior to him, and others must have said that he was no more than Erer, and thought that the other party was also an ignorant boy, and he was very terrible, so he had the courage to respond.

Fighting poetry has always been the love of literati, at this time, seeing that Gu Haotian was going to fight poetry with that Wang Xiucai in court, everyone immediately became excited, and soon someone set up tables, chairs, pens and ink in the lobby. Gu Haotian calmly came to a table, and then stretched out his hand to make a gesture of invitation to Wang Xiucai.

"Brother Wang Lun, I am waiting for the masterpiece to come out."

"Brother Wang Lun, don't leave any affection, teach that kid a good lesson, otherwise you don't know how thick the sky is."

In the midst of the crowd of praise, Wang Xiucai came to another table complacently.

"Wang Lun! This guy turned out to be Wang Lun. ”

Gu Haotian couldn't imagine that he accidentally met another "celebrity", who was also the first owner of the original Liangshan, which was too unexpected, he couldn't help but look at him curiously.

"Young man, Wang Xiu is the old-timer among the scholars, and you are not unlucky to admit defeat now."

Some well-wishers saw Gu Haotian looking at Wang Xiucai in a daze, thinking that he was showing timidity, so they kindly persuaded him.

"The old-timers among the scholars? But after being in Jeju for many days, I didn't hear that the name of this senior was in the autumn of that year, so he is still 'white'. ”

That Wang Lun saw that someone persuaded Gu Haotian to admit defeat, and he was proud, but he didn't expect that guy to uncover his scars naked in front of the public, and he was immediately ashamed and angry.

"Mo Cheng's mouth can, and he can see the truth under his subordinates." After saying that, he glared at Gu Haotian fiercely, and went to conceive a poem by himself.

About half an hour later, Wang Lun picked up a pen and wrote two sentences on rice paper: "Autumn is dark and yellow flowers are dense, and the dark fragrance fills the east fence." The onlookers shook their heads and chanted and praised one after another.

That Wang Lun turned his head to look at Gu Haotian, and saw that he didn't write a word, just stood dumbfounded, and couldn't help but be happy, so he wrote another sentence, "Learn from Tao Gong with wine," but seeing that Gu Haotian still didn't write, he thought that this kid was cowardly, so he was even more proud, thought for a while, and wrote the last sentence, "Drunk and lying in Nanshanxi." He looked at it and felt very satisfied, and couldn't help but chant it again.

But the original compliments did not sound as scheduled, what happened, he looked up, but found that there were only a few comrades left around him, and the rest of the people ran over there, that Gu Haotian didn't know when he also made a poem, which was being chanted:

"Frost chrysanthemum is especially late, only one or two leaves.

Don't change with the willows, simply wait for plum blossoms. ”

All of you here are literati, and the ability to appreciate poetry is naturally there, as soon as Gu Haotian's poems came out, the standard of the two poems was judged, so most of the people surrounded Gu Haotian's side.

"Wang Xiucai, this poem was not written by my scholar, what do you think?"

Gu Haotian was careful this time, he was looking for the works of the Southern Song Dynasty poet Liu Kezhuang, and naturally there was no trouble, so he had no worries about making fun of Wang Lun.

Wang Lun couldn't imagine that Gu Haotian would suddenly write a good poem, this was written in front of everyone, it was hard to say that it was written by someone else, and then he suddenly saw Gu Haotian ask him, and he didn't know how to answer for a while, and he was extremely embarrassed.

"In my opinion, these two poems have their own merits, no matter what equal, how about a tie?"

At this time, one of Wang Lun's fellow party came out to play a round, and everyone couldn't refute his face, so he responded with a few words.

"The first song is a draw, then let's look at the second one."

Gu Haotian sneered in his heart, I can't kill you today, what's the use of Lao Tzu with thousands of years of knowledge, it's better to find a piece of tofu and kill it early. This time, he no longer hesitated, so he put his pen on rice paper and wrote a second poem.

"The flowers do not bloom and the flowers are thick, and the independent sparse hedge is not endless.

I'd rather die with incense on the branches, and how could he have blown down in the north wind. ”

"Wang Xiucai, the next two songs have been completed, and I will wait for your masterpieces."

In just an instant, Gu Haotian's second poem was written, and he squinted at Wang Lun and teased.

Everyone in the hall didn't expect Gu Haotian to write the second poem so quickly, and the level was so high, they had no doubts about Gu Haotian's knowledge in their hearts, thinking of Wang Lun's previous slander of Gu Haotian, they couldn't help but look down on his character by three points, and when they saw Gu Haotian asking, they couldn't help but look at Wang Lun together.

That Wang Lun easily put together a poem just now, how could he write a second poem so quickly, but he couldn't admit defeat, so everyone saw it, and suddenly broke out in a cold sweat, and he didn't know what to do.

"Wang Xiucai, if you don't like this poem, then I'll make another one."

Gu Haotian took advantage of your illness to kill you, and forced that Wang Lun to a dead end. I saw him write the third poem on rice paper with a wave on the rice paper under the stunned gaze of everyone.

"The three paths of the old garden spit out the secluded bushes, and the frost fell into the blue sky overnight.

How many people have not returned to the end of the world, and they have borrowed the fence to watch the autumn wind. ”

Although it is said to be plagiarized from the works of the ancients, Gu Haotian also carefully designed them, the first two are the works of Liu Kezhuang and Zheng Sixiao of the Song Dynasty, but the works of Tang Yin and Tang Bohu, who think they are the best, are put at the end.

Sure enough, the scholars in a hall were shocked, and the wonderful artistic conception of "I would rather die with incense on the branches, how could I have blown down in the north wind" and the afterglow has not gone, and the wonderful artistic conception of "how many people have not returned to the end of the world, and they can see the autumn wind by the hedge" The wonderful artistic conception hit immediately, and everyone was intoxicated by the poetry of this stack. I have no doubts about the poem that the scholar said just now, and I think that Gu Haotian wrote four high-level poems in a row with the theme of chrysanthemums in half a day, which is really amazing.

"Jingdong has not seen such a genius for more than 100 years!" An older gentleman sighed.

"Don't say Jingdong, the Great Zhou Dynasty has been established for more than 100 years, and there have been a few such figures." Another gentleman said.

So everyone praised Gu Haotian one after another, but Wang Lun was left aside and no one cared, even the original few comrades didn't know how to run there.

"Wang Xiucai, can this poem be used as an eye?"

Just when Wang Lun was standing alone in the hall, unable to advance or retreat, and was embarrassed, Gu Haotian suddenly asked again.

"You! You! You deceive people too much. ”

That Wang Lun was squeezed by Gu Haotian and had nothing to say, so in anger, he said a word without hesitation, and fled again in disgrace.

Chrysanthemum garden gathering, Gu Haotian had no intention of composing poems, but in the end he became famous because of the poems, and the four rhymes of chrysanthemums won the praise of everyone present.