The so-called things gather by like, people are divided by groups, this is really true, Meng Haoran's three friends are all indifferent people like him, a linen Confucian costume sprinkled out, elegant to the environment of the garden, even with this job itself is very suitable, do things really with extreme care, often a level of poetry is repeated speculation, or even for a pair of neatness and allusion sources do not hesitate to exhaust similar books.

In addition to official business, these people either gather under the moon in the garden to drink, or chant and comment on poems, hold wine to the moon, and sing proudly, this elegant free and easy really makes Tang Cheng look at the hot eyes, but it is limited to the hot eyes, because of the different mentality, for participating in such a small gathering, you can still feel fun once or twice, but after a long time, you can't do it after all.

After all, he is a traversal person, and there is still a huge difference between him and these pure Tang Dynasty literati in his bones, and besides, Tang Cheng is not very accustomed to the kind of arrogant arguments that they have when they get together, maybe at that time people thought that this was a great elegance with the style of Wei Jin and Qing Dynasty, but Tang Cheng heard it in his ears, these high theories that were out of reality and purely idealized not only did not make him feel heroic in many cases, but only felt ridiculous.

In addition, Tang Cheng is also a little out of place in that he is not accustomed to their excessive admiration for the role of poetry and writing, and the role of poetry and writing is infinitely magnified in the remarks of these people, and his mouth is "the great cause of the article through the country, the immortal event". Although Tang Cheng likes Tang poems and those magnificent beautiful texts, he can't replace reason, as a traverser, it is really difficult for him to agree with these people's statements.

Although these people keep saying that they are doing what the prosperous deeds are, after all, the prosperous deeds are not something that can be said by sitting here with their mouths. For Tang Cheng, who only believes in harvesting as many seedlings as he wants, and the results of good work can only be obtained from the process of doing good things, after participating in three or two such gatherings with great interest, he found that he and them are still different from each other after all, and their ambitions are also difficult to match.

These people are more than enough to do writing work, and they can also be diligent and competent, but when it comes to being an official, hey! And you have to go through some training.

Tang Cheng rarely participates in such a gathering of pure literati, in addition to the difference in ambition, there is also an important reason that he needs to sort out "his own" poems, originally not conscious, but these rì came down, suddenly returned to the total when he was a child, Tang Cheng found that he had borrowed more than 100 masterpieces, the time span from the Tang Dynasty to the late Qing Dynasty, although he had tried his best to avoid borrowing two poems from the same person, so as not to spoof literary history too much, but the number of more than 100 poems itself was enough to shock himself.

Looking at these more than 100 masterpieces that made him famous in a short period of time, Tang Cheng fell into confusion for a while, and when he decided to borrow these masterpieces, he regarded them more as a means to realize his ideals. But now that I think about it, is this really the case? If it is just for the sake of fame, the number of three and one in these more than 100 songs should be enough, why are there so many of them in the back.

After thinking about it for a long, long time, Tang Cheng could only reluctantly admit that in this process, he still couldn't resist the temptation of vanity after all, listening to so many people singing, so many people praised the poem signed by Tang Cheng, although he knew in his heart that it was not written by himself, the vanity behind the falsehood was still so intoxicating, that he was addicted to it unconsciously.

Extending from this matter, Tang Cheng, who occasionally fell into reflection, suddenly found that since he came to this city, he seemed to have some changes, but what this change was, it was difficult for him to know himself, and he couldn't think clearly for a while.

The entanglement in his heart continues, but what should be done still has to be done, for Tang Cheng, a thing is not only the process, but also the result. He will never be able to do a hundred miles and a half ninety.

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More than 100 poems, although the number is smaller, but it is enough to make a thin collection of poems, rather than a copy of the volume, it is better to print a thin page of poetry, which is far more eye-catching than a single page of the volume.

Just as Tang Cheng was busy with these things, he Zhongda's study, which was full of books, was gloomy.

Less than a month after the devastated Wenhui, He Zhongda was already much older, and when he looked at Wang Qunyu, who also walked in from outside with a dark and calm face, he didn't even have the interest to get up and greet him.

"Da Weng", looking at He Zhongda like this, Wang Qunyu, who was also depressed, sighed and sat down beside him.

Relatively silent, neither of them knew what to say. It seems to be like a dream, going to rì in the Daocheng poetry arena, and they who were being patted and offered by others suddenly had been scattered.

It is easy to go from thrift to luxury, and it is difficult to go from luxury to thrift! Life is like this, and for He and Wang, who have always been used to being lively and praised by others, they suddenly fell from infinite scenery to loneliness and coldness, and it is even more difficult to adapt to such a life.

But the reality is so cruel, what if not? Daya Zhizhengyuan is so strong, especially after Tang Cheng yīn riskily used such a trick as hiring a poet, for He Zhongda and the others, it was simply a salary draw from the bottom of the kettle. The moment the three old immortals were happily invited, in the Daocheng poetry circle, Daya Zhizhengyuan had quietly gotten rid of the identity of Yeluzi.

Come forward to argue with those three old things? He Zhongda didn't dare to think that compared with these three respected elders, not to mention the entire Shannan Dongdao, they were far inferior in the influence of Daocheng alone. What's more, how many people in the Daocheng poetry circle now want to drill a poet qualification from the Yazhi Zhengyuan, or wait for the three old things to die and go to replace them? No one can say for sure. But what He Zhongda knows is that there must be many such people.

The bottom of the kettle draws salary, two peaches kill three soldiers, that Tang Cheng is really vicious.

After being silent for a long time, He Zhongda finally spoke: "Wenshan, what's the matter? ”。

"Just come and see", Wang Qunyuqiang, who was depressed, laughed and said: "Da Weng, don't take the nonsense of the children to heart, it's not worth it if you don't get angry and hurt your body."

There was no beginning or end to these words, He Zhongda was stunned when he heard this, "Wenshan, what kind of nonsense from children?" ”。

"Daya Zhizheng Garden's poetry review?" , Wang Qunyu was also stunned, "Da Weng doesn't know about this?" ”。

Hearing this, He Zhongda smiled disdainfully, "Wenshan, are you talking about the new name of Daya Zhizheng Garden?" Hmph, boasting, it's shameless! ”。

He Zhongda's mouth said that the poetry review will indeed be the new name of Daya Zhizheng Garden, this matter originated from Meng Haoran, this name is similar to the literary meeting, but does not write poems, but the participants evaluate the selected poems, push their strengths and discuss their shortcomings, and summarize the method of composing poems in the discussion. It was through this appraisal by the scholars and doctors of Taoism that Tang Cheng's poetry talent and poetry name were further confirmed and affirmed in an almost official form.

"Da Weng, you are talking about the first issue, it was half a month ago, just yesterday afternoon, Daya Zhizheng Garden had a second issue of poetry commentary, and the comment is Da Weng's poems."

Hearing this, He Zhongda's whole body shook suddenly, and in an instant, he felt the qi and blood in his viscera running backwards, "Me? ”。

"Exactly".

"What's the comment?".

Wang Qunyu glanced at He Zhongda worriedly, "Da Weng, it's all some children's nonsense, it's not worth it."

"What's the comment?" , He Zhongda suddenly raised the volume by three points, "Say it quickly."

"That Daya Zhizhengyuan has collected many poems of Da Weng in the past few decades for evaluation", Wang Qunyu is really a little unbearable He Zhongda's hot eyes, "The younger generations are arrogant, and they say that Da Weng's poems are just decent, at most they are just average."

"Zhongping", hearing these two words, He Zhongda's face suddenly turned white, and after a smile, he looked at Wang Qunyu who was flickering and said, "What else, go on."

"The children are still talking about it, saying that the two poems of Da Weng some time ago, that is, the two poems of 'Du Pi Yu Yu Yu Grass Stream' are obviously higher than the previous works, and the poetry style is also completely different, this matter is too abnormal, so I think it is a view", after bowing his head and muttering for a long time, Wang Qunyu gritted his teeth and said: "It doesn't seem to be from Da Weng's hand."

"Rats dare to er", "snap", with He Zhongda's shooting, the pair of top-grade Yue kiln celadon tea set in his hand fell to the ground and shattered piece by piece. His face was only pale just now, but now it was pale and red, and there were still faint green tendons between his foreheads.

Although there are many poets and thieves in these years, the more famous people are, the more unbearable they are. After all, He Zhongda is a leading figure in the Daocheng poetry circle, and if this matter is spread, over time, the consequence will not only be so cold now, but the reputation of his life's achievements will be ruined, and those who will not be able to live in peace after death will be scolded by future generations. Its viciousness is really comparable to the digging of an ancestral grave.

In ancient times, scholars sought nothing more than three immortals in their lives: virtue, merit, and speech. He Zhongda drilled the camp in his lifetime to win the reputation of today, although now in front of the door in the cold, but with his experience in the poetry of the League Dao City, after his death, the celebrity biography in the "Local Chronicles" is bound to record him, if the business is good, it is possible for the local official to apply for the imperial court to seal it. The fame in front of him, the grief after death is all tied to this, and now it is ......

"The old decay fought with them for ......", He Zhongda has maintained an indifferent and elegant attitude in front of people for nearly ten years, and at this moment, it finally collapsed like the Yellow River breaking its embankment.

As soon as the furious He Zhongda moved his feet, he was hugged by Wang Qunyu, "Da Weng, he didn't really mean it, what are you fighting?" Who to fight against? ”。

Just this sentence suddenly made He Zhongda's feet soft, yes, who to fight with? Besides, how did these two poems come about, he himself knows better than anyone else, and what to spell it with?

"What to do? Can't this rumor spread? Seeing that his life was famous and his posthumous death was threatened, He Zhongda, who was paralyzed on the stool, was emptied of his whole body.

"Everyone is pouring gold, accumulating and destroying bones, naturally we can't let this rumor spread", helping He Zhongda to sit on the stool, Wang Qunyu poured him tea and said: "But it's useless to argue this matter, Da Weng, your best way to fight back is to write a few more good poems like last time, as soon as this poem comes out, not only the rumors will be scattered, but also a slap in the face of these arrogant children", the last time He Yuan stole the poem, he knew that He Zhongda did it alone, Wang Qunyu didn't know, and he was really excited when he said it at this time.

"Now I still have the heart to write poetry?" , Hearing what Wang Qunyu said, He Zhongda's heart was cold, if he could make such poems himself, why did he need to plagiarize? But this matter is too much to do, and under the ghost's mission, He Zhongda suddenly asked: "At the rì poetry review meeting yesterday, what did Tang Cheng say?" ”。

"He didn't go, I heard that he is busy printing a collection of poems now", and he helped He Zhongda pour tea and handed it over, Wang Qunyu sneered and said: "It's ridiculous that Tang Cheng is busy publishing a collection of poems, but he doesn't even know that he is a poetry thief, hehe, joke, it's a big joke."

"He's a poet thief?" Hearing this, the teacup that He Zhongda had just received shook suddenly, and the tea splashed all over his clothes, but he didn't realize it.

"Da Weng, don't you forget the original "Shu Dao Difficulty", Wang Qunyu said with a smile: "His long-term greed for money is famous in Shilin!" ”。

Subsequently, Wang Qunyu said something He Zhongda didn't remember a word, what he was thinking about over and over again was the name of his life, the grief after death, and Tang Cheng's money-greedy follower.

On this occasion, after preserving the name of the order, he withdrew from the poetry scene...... In case this is a trap set by Tang Cheng...... No, no, that Changsui has already started selling poetry...... If that long with the leak...... Give him more money, scare him again, and encourage him to run away...... As long as there is no evidence, all this can be confirmed......

Turning over the river and the sea, He Zhongda saw for a while that what Qianfu pointed out after the defeat of the matter, and his reputation was ruined; After a while, I saw that he was extremely sad after his death, and saw that his name was written into the biographies of famous people in the "Local Chronicles", and his fame was immortal...... These two contrasting images flipped through in his mind, until his face was red and white, where was there still a little bit of elegance and elegance in the rì?

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In the study behind Daya to the main garden, Tang Cheng, who was checking the manuscript of the poem, felt thirsty for a while, and when he reached out to lift the tea pot, he found that it was empty, so he opened his mouth and called: "Come to Fu."

The blessing who shouted to the rì did not appear today, so that Tang Cheng had to put down his pen and get up, and personally walked to the water room with the tea pot.

When he was walking halfway down, he saw Laifu trotting all the way over, and when he saw the tea pot in Tang Cheng's hand, Laifu blushed and hurriedly grabbed it.

"Where did you go?" , What he was doing was interrupted, and Tang Cheng was inevitably a little unhappy.

"When the little one first went to the front, he was entangled by an old servant, and he didn't say that he wanted to invite me to eat and drink, but he didn't listen to any persuasion", looking at Tang Cheng, whose face was not very good, Laifu scolded fiercely and said: "The old cuo who pits the dead."

Laifu's strange scolding made Tang Cheng couldn't help but laugh out loud, "That's it, I didn't say that I wanted to blame you, for the old man, it's better to accumulate some karma." By the way, why did he invite you to drink? ”。

"This old trick...... I haven't seen Lao He before", Laifu pondered for a while, "But looking at his chattering appearance, eighty percent of them want to buy poems."

"Old He", hearing this, Tang Cheng suddenly stopped, "What did you say the old servant was surnamed He?" ”。

"yes", Rifle nodded puzzled.

"Let's go, go have a drink with him", Tang Cheng took the tea pot back from Laifu's hand again, and said to Laifu who was stunned: "Ask him who his master is and what he wants to do?" ”。

It's a pity that the news brought by Laifu is not good, although the old servant has invested a lot of money to invite Laifu to eat and drink, but he doesn't say the purpose, that is, he didn't make it clear who his master was, and only agreed to invite him after two rì.

"Put a long line?" After listening to Laifu's reply, Tang Cheng smiled and only told him to go again after two rì.

Because of this sudden incident, Tang Cheng's printing of poetry collections has also been slightly adjusted, and in the yamen, Daya Zhizhengyuan is still busy, and it is in such a day by day that a good news of great significance for Tang Cheng has come over.

The roads in the Golden State are about to be repaired!

When he heard the news, Tang Cheng was really surprised, he had been looking forward to this moment for a long time, and at this time he really wanted to fly back with his wings on his back.

For him, who had already made up his mind to temporarily resign from the Ministry of Justice to prepare for the Chang'an Imperial Examination after the Jinzhou Road was repaired, this news may also mean that he was observing the end of the Yamen.

Yes, the officials have been doing it for too long, and it's time to get ready to fight for an official body! (To be continued, if yù knows what is going on, please log in, more chapters, support the author, support genuine reading!) (To be continued)