(Cat flutter Chinese) Zhou Peigong turned to the backyard, when he looked up at the sun, it was past noon, and he could hear the voices of people in the room, as if he was chanting poetry and lyrics, and when he came to the window lattice, it was several salt merchants and the famous people of the Jingshi Xiangshan Poetry Society who were helping the people, and there was a piece of silk and two hundred taels of silver on a table next to him. He was about to open the door and go in, but was stopped by a man dressed as a long-dresser: "Who is your husband?" This is Liu Bingchen's private room, and I invited local celebrities to ......" Before he finished speaking, Zhou Peigong pushed his hands early, and the double doors opened with a "bang", strode in, and asked: "Which is Mr. Liu Bingchen?" ”

The celebrities who were helping the beggars couldn't help but be stunned. An old man with a goatee in his sixties who was sitting in the middle of the room owed his body and asked, "The old man is Liu Bingchen, who is under his feet, and what is the matter here?" ”

"A certain is Zhou Peigong, a poor man in central Hubei!" Zhou Peigong arched his hand, and said with a smile on his face, "Shao Xi Fu Ping, now I see that the guests here are full of people to pray for God to descend to the altar, and I don't feel itchy to come and join in the fun." When several celebrities saw his shabby appearance, they thought that they were here to smoke abundance, and they shook their fans and ignored them. However, the salt merchants saw that although Zhou Peigong's clothes were in tatters, he was arrogant and did not dare to slack off. Liu Bingchen hurriedly let go of his hand and said with a smile: "If you come, you are fated." The sand table here is complete, whoever invites more immortals, and the silver is who's - I can't invite the immortals at this time! ”

"If you don't come to the altar of the gods, it's the rune book that doesn't work, and the rune book doesn't work is insincere." Zhou Peigong smiled, turned his head to look at Kangxi and Tu Hai, who had just come in, and continued, "Please calm your hearts, and wait for me to invite a few more immortals to descend to the altar!" "Let's go, strode to the altar, bowed deeply, straightened up and waved a pen, wrote the word "one" uprightly, held it in his hand and said: "Zi said that my way is consistent, this charm is specially invited to the literati bachelor, you have good eyes, you can see a few good poems today!" On the other hand, he burned the rune paper and helped him in front of him. I saw that the pen stopped for a moment, and then scratched on the sand table like flying:

The lonely boat in the cold river lies on the flute, and the water sandwiches the shore and the reeds are bright. Don't look at the golden purple to the green clouds, but come to the white sand to find seclusion. The ruthless grass is ruthless, and the cloud trees are spring. However, the old captain's ears are square, and the port side does not hear the sound of the back.

"Good!" Everyone couldn't help but applaud, but when they saw the wooden pen, they criticized again:

Wu Naikang is also to the mountain!

Kang was the champion of the Hongzhi period of the former Ming Dynasty, and his literary name was temporary, and Zhou Peigong, a cold Confucian, suddenly moved out of such a big man. The salt merchants and celebrities couldn't help but be in awe, knelt down together, and prayed: "The style of Dianyuan Cihua has been seen, and I want to see the whole leopard." ”

Zhou Peigong was silent, and the pen said quickly:

Half of the old works have been forgotten, and there are three dedication to Yangzhou Xinlefu, please correct it.

Several salt merchants couldn't help but be surprised, and the five Xiangshan celebrities invited half a fairy, and only made two of them. Kang Xiangshan, who was invited by this person, was willing to appreciate his face so much! In the midst of admiration, the pen moved again:

Borrow God's debt, look at God and worship, and the God of Wealth allows me to worship my daughter. Don't be an idle official, don't be a Jia, buy chicks to sing and dance. A nursery rhyme, the gold is piled up all over the house, the chicks dance once, and the brocade is higher than the stage! The red candle shakes the spring night and the night is short, pouring out thousands of properties. Don't worry about going bankrupt, free God of Wealth as a creditor!

At this point, the wooden pen pauses slightly. All the celebrities were busy, competing for the inkstone, stroking the paper and grinding the ink, and copying it sentence by sentence.

Zhou Peigong raised his face and sighed softly, but he was speechless. All the celebrities praised in unison, and the comments of the quotations were excerpted; Some of the salt merchants clapped their hands in harmony, and some saw that Zhou Peigong was tired, so they came over with tea. Kangxi was already stunned, and when he saw a tile monk sitting upright on the god table, he pointed and said, "Please use this product as a question!" ”

Zhou Peigong nodded with a smile, but the wooden pen wrote:

I learned Confucianism when I was a child, and I didn't practice the internal classics, and the master of Innocent came with me, and asked him to catch the knife on his behalf.

After a pause, he wrote:

What an affair for the mountain dwellers! The old man is not good at this. He inherited the ghostwriting, but he had to slander the mountain on behalf of him - he mistakenly drove the Ci Sailing Sea back, and the turmoil broke the pulpit platform. Over the years, the law has become empty, and I wish to curse the lotus pond instead of the wine cup. Bodhi dew drops the wine cup, drunk and down, the Zen bed gas has not fallen. Eye-catching and laughing at his Buddha's hands, may he take a bite of the Xijiang River? - Chao Siniang came, and the monks had to avoid it.

Since the pen has been working for a long time, it has moved again on the plate. Plate after plate was written, and everyone followed and copied it, but when they looked closely, it was:

Foolish monks are accustomed to escaping literary debts, but they use slaves to appear in the world. The boudoir game ink pen is for dirty men outside? Or Chao Yiyi gave them a bachelor Kang - Qihua Yao grass is full of Pinggao, and he will take advantage of the east wind to return to Bishan. No one knows, Mr. pointed to the mountain servant and said: My surname is Liu, why don't you fish in Yuxi? The word east fence, how not to pour a scoop to the chrysanthemum, all day long across the front stream, picking jade seedlings; Along the Fang'an, look for fragrant grass. A stream of water from the mountain pass, walking a thousand times. If it weren't for my hard work to find trouble, I would be a hero for half a lifetime, a wine debt and poetry, and a lake and sea tour - only to end up with Song Yuchou, Wenyuan disease, and Xiao Xiao with two temples! Throwing away the groan, inserting the flower label, and pretending to be Qiao, don't you see that the lazy Ji Kang is invalid, and the old Huang Gong is trying in vain? Zhumen is full of wine and meat, how many Feng Yaer Cao? Pang Hongqiao, listen to the jade flute; Take advantage of the painting boat, floating immortals; Accompany the official pavilion, chant poetry grass, where does the old home mountain come from? jumped out of the trap of sorrow, it is immortal; Break this dumb riddle and discipline your husband to laugh!

At this time, everyone was already dizzy and upside down, Zhou Peigong wrote a sentence, everyone copied a sentence, praised a sentence, some of them led their throats and pressed the sound of man, and some of them were envious and couldn't help themselves. Kangxi saw that Zhou Peigong's eyes were full of tears, and he couldn't help but glance at Tuhai inquiringly. Tu Haifang had already commented on Zhou Peigong with admiration, and when he saw Kangxi looking at him, he hurriedly whispered: "This is not Kang to the mountain, it is this Mr. Zhou's self-described heartbeat." ”

Before Tuhai's words fell, Zhou Peigong messed up, laughed loudly, and everyone in the hall was stunned. But I heard Zhou Peigong say loudly: "There are only ghosts and ghosts and fallen gentlemen in the world, how can there be any bullshit fairies?" These bad poems, originally written by a few talents, actually deceived a large group of learned people! ”

"He's under the devil!" Liu Bingchen was shocked and hurriedly shouted, "Quickly burn the paper and send Kang Dianyuan back home!" Then he prostrate.

"Kang's bones are rotten, and he can still make poems?" Zhou Peigong smiled indifferently, took out a volume of manuscripts from his arms, and said: "There is only one volume of clumsy manuscripts, I am willing to present it to you with an axe!" ”

"How can you say that?" There was an uproar in the hall. A few celebrities came over, took the manuscript of the poem, and while the novice flipped through it, he was miscellaneous: "Is this a poem?" This is a poor Confucian sour stuffing! ”

"It's a big red here!"

"It's time to draw a thick bar here!"

"This ...... What is it called? ”

"It's called a breath down!"

The strange words and defective hand-criticized words caused several salt merchants to laugh. Kangxi picked a chair in the corner of the hall and sat down, stilting his legs and watching.

Suddenly, several celebrities and gentlemen stopped talking, and they were very embarrassed and embarrassed with each other - it turned out that they had seen the poem and the new music house that had just begun.

Flipping down further, Chao Siniang's song is also impressive. After an embarrassing silence, Zhou Peigong retrieved the poem manuscript from the hands of several celebrities who were in a daze, threw it on the table casually, and said with a smile: "Words are not enough to talk about." A conceited and uninhibited talent, learned to be a literary and martial artist, wandered his career, and wanted to gallop for the king above the dragon court, who would have thought of inviting a name with this today - everyone does not have to be embarrassed, people are not saints and sages. It's not Jiufang Gao, who can recognize Muli Huang? Ancient and modern habits are like this, how dare Pei Gong seek full blame? In this way, the celebrities became more and more sweaty and breathless, and they were uncomfortable. Liu Bingchen laughed and got up and said: "I have such a talented person in Hubei, and I have fallen into the Beijing Division, and I have failed to take care of it, which is the sin of the old man." Mr. Zhou - Please sit down and make tea! ”

Kangxi saw that they were ashamed one by one, and hugged Zhou Peigong to the first seat, so he got up and took the poem manuscript and looked through it page by page: the front is the poem, and then look down, there are some zigzag pictures, and some marks, I looked at it carefully for a long time, and finally I didn't know what it was. Tu Hai's eyes lit up, and he whispered in Kangxi's ear: "Lord, this person does know the soldiers, this is the map of Hunan, Hubei, Sichuan and Shaanxi!" Kangxi chuckled in his heart, nodded and said, "Got it, you go back and make arrangements." Just as he wanted to get up and leave, another piece of paper slipped out of the manuscript page, Kangxi looked at it, the handwriting was very familiar, and it read:

Mingzhu Xiandi Junjian: Don't come to harm, right? After my brother said goodbye from Zhengzhou, he went all the way to the east to give lectures, and he was very safe. This Mr. Zhou is a literary friend of his brother, and he has the talent of literature and martial arts. If the younger brother is in the close courtier, he can be recommended to the Lord for trial. Hurry up

Jun'an

Wu Ciyou travels

Kangxi looked at it, and his hands couldn't help but tremble a little: this person has a letter of recommendation from Wu Ciyou, and he is so down, and the pearl is close at hand, but he refuses to come to the door to confess, with this style, he is a dignified gentleman! In an instant, he changed his mind and decided to summon Zhou Peigong immediately. Kangxi put the manuscript and letter on the table and walked out without a sound. sighed and said to Tu Hai, who came out: "Let's go to the tea garden over there and sit down." ”

"Isn't the Lord waiting for Zhou?" Tu Haidao, "It's better to hand it over to the minions-" Before the words were finished, Kangxi had already strode away.

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