Palindromic poems are divided into palindrome and palindrome by link, the former is relatively easy, the latter is quite difficult, and the poetic conception of this palindromic poem is also very profound, and the sentences are also gorgeous, which is really a rare good product.

Everyone's eyes looked at the voice, revealing a sudden look, it was Zhang Pu who wrote the poem, who was very famous in the court and was a well-known founder of the Fushe in the literary world, and it is no wonder that people did not report their names when composing poems.

Ning Daguan's mood at this time felt like a bolt from the blue, and it was not enough to describe it with surprise, for Zhang Pu's poem, his first feeling was not that he thought it was well written, but that he felt nonsense, because the word card was called Bodhisattva Man, which came from the hands of Zhu Xi in the Song Dynasty.

He already knew that Zhu Xi had dissipated in the long river of history for some reason, but Ning Zhiyuan had also carefully sorted out his memories of this era, and what made him a little relieved was that except for Zhu Xi, everything else was no different, and how to explain the current matter?

He followed everyone's gaze, that Zhang Pu was about thirty years old, or older, the age of the ancients was not easy to distinguish, he had a long beard in his twenties, Zhang Pu was like this, wearing a black robe, and his eyes were shining.

This person is not simple, Ning Zhiyuan secretly made up his mind, but writing this poem is even more not simple, and it is not that this poem is really good, but he believes that there are no two identical leaves in the world, and between the collision of inspiration, it is even more of a joke to write a no, two poems that are the same as Zhu Xi.

", wait for leisure to know the east wind, thousands of purples and thousands of reds are always spring." Ning Daguan suddenly remembered another poem, which was written by the founder of the Fushe when he saw off Zhou Daodeng, and he just felt familiar that day, and he didn't think much about it

He now remembers that this is also Zhu Xi's poem, called Spring, what is going on? Ning Zhiyuan's brows tightened more and more, and after a while, he relaxed again, listening to the disturbing praise of the people next to him, he felt a little abrupt.

Zhang Pu this person, he knew some in his previous life, and he was also a little famous, history said that he had a radical personality, different from ordinary scholars, dared to organize a riot to impact the county government, and founded the Fushe with a white body, and later developed to more than 3,000 people, all of whom were officials, this powerful force was enough to make those leaders of the Donglin Party look sideways, thinking that they just raised a dog that bit people, but they bit themselves

When they met for the first time in the second year of Chongzhen, Ning Zhiyuan didn't put such a group of scholars in his eyes, thinking that they were just synonymous with hypocrisy, and at that time Zhang Pu was also a lifter, although he was even more in the Yuan, but Zhang Pu's fame was definitely greater than himself, and with the improvement of his status now, he began to think about more things

"If there were no other poems, Zhang Gongzi would have won the first place today." Above the attic, an older woman spoke, thinking that she had received some kind of signal.

Ning Zhiyuan didn't mean to stand up and compose a poem, thinking calmly, but this Zhang Pu really aroused his interest.

Everyone nodded their heads again and again, and there was a lot of discussion, thinking that this was a reasonable thing.

In the attic, Li Xiangjun was a little disappointed, she guessed that this might be the case, but when things really came, she couldn't help but sigh, she liked Ning Zhiyuan, and she was not afraid that Bian Yujing would know, if she liked it, she liked it.

Ning Zhiyuan seems to have such a temperament.

Bian Yujing couldn't figure it out, as a literati, how could Ning Zhiyuan give up this opportunity to become famous, but all good poems, they would make up music for courtesans, just like the poppies at that time, which were widely spread, and their fame was not a little bit of growth.

Fame is the thing that all readers in the world care about the most, Bian Yujing knows that the only explanation she can come up with at this time is that Ning Zhiyuan can't write good poems for a while, and she can understand it, after all, palindromic poems are different from ordinary poems.

For Zhang Pu, she has some curiosity in her heart, although she has not heard of any well-known poems from him, but today's one is enough

"Xiangjun, don't be sad." Bian Yujing softly persuaded Li Xiangjun, who was a little lost, "Ning Jieyuan, he may just not be able to think of such exquisite poems for a while, and there will be opportunities in the future." ”

She thought that Li Xiangjun was disappointed because Ning Zhiyuan failed to make poems, because in her own heart, although she understood this, she was also a little disappointed.

Li Xiangjun was stunned, then cleaned up her emotions, and felt that she was not so lost, and she was faintly happy in her heart, not because she agreed with Bian Yujing's words, but because she did not agree.

At least, in this Jinling Qinglou, only he can faintly figure out his thoughts.

Shaking his head lightly, Li Xiangjun smiled, and once again put his gaze into the hall below through the curtain, staring at the man.

Bian Yujing didn't quite understand what Li Xiangjun meant by shaking his head this time, but he felt that he had grasped something, and he didn't think much about it, so he looked down, looking forward to whether there would be any changes in the future. Unlike Li Xiangjun, she really likes to watch this kind of struggle between literati.

Everything was almost settled, and just as Li Ying lowered his head and lamented, a shallow and gentle voice sounded.

"It turns out that Ning Jieyuan is also here, why not write a poem and continue the good story of returning to the home" The voice is not loud, but it is rare to have peace in the homecoming at this time, so I am afraid that everyone can hear it.

Everyone's eyes gathered, their eyes were full of surprise and amazement, and there were a few inexplicable meanings.

"This is" Ning Zhiyuan squinted his eyes and looked at the scholar in front of him who suddenly rushed to him to say hello, with a long beard, slightly fat, and very gorgeous clothes, which was pleasing to the eye, but at this time, in the eyes of Ning Daguan, it was extremely disgusting.

Daring to find his own troubles made him feel a little unhappy, and he sat here quietly, and there were always people who came to provoke him.

"In Xia Shen Yuan, he is just a nameless scholar, and he can't compare to Ning Xie Yuan" Shen Yuan was a little uneasy by Ning Zhiyuan's gaze, which made him really annoyed, this young man who was much younger than himself had reached a height that he and others could not even reach in his lifetime, and in addition to jealousy, he was still jealous.

"Since you are an unknown scholar, why do you dare to talk to Lord Ben like this?" Ning Zhiyuan said coldly, his tone was cold and scary, and before the other party could finish speaking, "Whether Lord Ben writes poetry or not, and has a half-penny relationship with you, or do you think that you have the qualifications to have a dialogue with this son." ”

His words were very arrogant, which made many people a little disgusted, especially Ning Zhiyuan's identity was so much higher than them, so he couldn't just listen to it as a joke.

Although he is just a businessman's son, he only has the fame of Xiucai, but he has never suffered this kind of grievance, they are scholars, no matter how discordant they are on the surface, they will always be gentle and elegant, and do things according to the book.

Ning Daguan sneered, and then said, "Or are you instructed by someone to seek death?" ”

At this moment, Shen Yuan's heart was furious, but it was difficult to be angry again, as if he had been woken up by a slap.

All along, Ning Zhiyuan's affairs have been too far away from him, although he has heard a lot of his deeds, but this teenage boy who has not even grown a beard on his mouth really makes it difficult for him to have much fear of Ning Zhiyuan, and his memory still seems to be stuck in more than a year, the boy who sang in the homecoming yard.

His eyes couldn't help but look at the person who was instigating him, an emaciated scholar, but the other party sat there calmly, as if nothing had happened.

The audience was silent, although Ning Zhiyuan didn't want to, but the fact was that he once again became the focus of the crowd and the center of sight.

"Slap" Ning Daguan suddenly slapped over, his face was disdainful, and he kicked the other party in the abdomen again, but he didn't retract his strength, so he kicked it so solidly, Shen Yuan's slightly fat body flew out a few feet away, flew to the wall, hit it hard and fell to the ground, and just fainted.

The scene was spectacular in the eyes of a group of scholars, and it was hard for them to imagine how Ning Zhiyuan, who looked so thin, could kick Shen Yuan, who was much stronger than him, like this.

"Wang Wu, bring me back the people at that table, as well as the one lying on the ground." Ning Daguan's face became gentle again, and he ordered softly.

But it seems to be cold in everyone's hearts.

The table was the one Shen Yuan had just sat on, and there was an emaciated young man and two people dressed in the same gorgeous clothes, presumably of the same kind as Shen Qian.

"Lord Ning, isn't it just with them, it's just a little talk with them for a while, but it's not about the next thing, right?" The emaciated young man said, his face calm, but he did not hide the panic in his eyes.

"I don't know." Ning Daguan glanced at him lightly, and Shen Yuan looked at him just now, and the other two young men were drunk and didn't seem to be in a state.

Wang Wu's movements were very neat, and in a few breaths, some of the hidden guards restrained the three of them, and took Shen Yuan, who collapsed to the ground, and thought about leaving, Ning Zhiyuan glanced at Zhang Pu, and the other party's eyes seemed to be dignified, and he thought hard.

Ning Zhiyuan laughed suddenly, this group of people did everything possible to play tricks, just causing painless damage to themselves, and asking for trouble, did they really think that they could control themselves with a high reputation in Shilin? Zhou Yanru can only secretly attack himself.

"Ning Jieyuan, wait a minute." When he was about to leave, Zhang Pu spoke up.

The smile on the corner of Ning Zhiyuan's mouth became brighter and brighter, and he stopped his steps, and then Wang Wu and the others also stopped, there were only three or four guards beside him, and there were many in the crowd.

Safety is still very important.

"Pop" Ning Daguan slapped the emaciated young man's face, and suddenly a red puffy mark appeared on his face, with an incredible expression on his face.

"Don't blame me for your disability." Ning Zhiyuan shook his hand helplessly, as if it hurt him, and slapped him again, and the two sides became slightly symmetrical.

"If you want to blame it, blame that Zhang Gongzi has to stop this adult, I just want to go back and teach you a lesson." Ning Daguan shush, so that the sales youth didn't know what to refute.

"Ning Jieyuan has already done it." Zhang Pu said with a somewhat gloomy face, Ning Zhiyuan is in a high position, but he really doesn't think that it is necessary to be afraid of the other party, the Fushe has now become a force, and he is even more famous in the imperial court.

"Could it be that you instructed him to make trouble with Ben Gongzi?" Ning Zhiyuan squinted at Zhang Pu and asked, "Or do you think that this idiot thinks that you and Master Ben are qualified to talk on an equal footing?" ”

The homecoming house, which was already very quiet, became more and more weird, and everyone seemed to be able to hear their heartbeat, Zhang Pu, that was Zhang Pu

Several scholars under the seat were about to make trouble if they were not angry, and Zhang Pu's face suddenly became ugly, he always thought that although he was just a lifter, he was not an ordinary lifter, and he had his own expectations.

When this thick layer of camouflage on the surface was pierced by Ning Zhiyuan, Zhang Pu still felt that he was not afraid of him, but he also knew that he was really powerless, at least, he couldn't do anything at the moment, he couldn't overwhelm people like Ning Zhiyuan.

The expressions on the faces of the four women in the room above the attic, Li Xiangjun and Bian Yujing, and their maids, can be roughly divided into categories, that is, surprise, small mouths slightly open, breathing a little fast, and feeling that this thing has changed too strangely.

When someone challenged Ning Zhiyuan, Bian Yujing thought that if Ning Zhiyuan didn't know how to make a poem, the best thing to do was to ignore it, and save face to solve the problem, but he never thought that it would be like this.

She felt that this Ning Jieyuan was too savage, not like a scholar at all, and her expectations for him in her heart had undoubtedly dropped a lot, looking at Li Xiangjun beside her with a look in her eyes in surprise, she no longer had the previous understanding.

But she won't say anything to Li Xiangjun, this girl who is not yet fourteen years old looks weak, but she is actually more stubborn than anyone else.

Scholars still have to be gentle and elegant, so that they can be liked, maybe this Ning Jieyuan is just a reckless teenager with some literary talent and some luck, she is seventeen years old, and Ning Zhiyuan's age is almost the same, but the woman is precocious, and the Qinglou woman is even more so, so she can evaluate this matter with a look of self-esteem and maturity.

In Li Xiangjun's heart, the show may have just started, the reason why it is possible is because she didn't dare to say that she knew Ning Zhiyuan completely, a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, and she looked at Bian Yujing and found that she frowned slightly, roughly thinking of her dissatisfaction with this matter, which made her more and more cheerful.

Seeing this expression in Bian Yujing's eyes, there was an inexplicable wave, and his eyes were staring at the movement downstairs again

(To be continued.) )