Chapter 431 Fame

Qiu Fuzi was not angry, but disappointed, very disappointed, more than 20 people in the hall, all of them were young talents in Jingzhou, some were even his students, he had great expectations, hoping that among these people, inherit the sage Yu Ze, carry forward the culture of Jingchu, even if they can't pass the exam, but at least they have to get the middle jinshi.

Let everyone compose poems, there is a meaning of comparison, some people are eager to perform, Qiu Fuzi is also a little dissatisfied in his heart, and specially opened his mouth to remind, but the poems presented, although there are no amazing masterpieces, but there are a few good poems, so I don't care.

But unexpectedly, some people lived up to their expectations, so perfunctory, Qiu Fuzi couldn't hold back anymore, and said bitterly: "I have already warned you to wait, you don't need to be eager to compose poetry, it is taboo to be impetuous, don't care about others, calm down yourself, and carefully consider it, so that you can write a good poetry article, however, some people are in a hurry, afraid of falling behind others, and losing face, so they are very hurried, hasty, and messed together, and wrote a ...... No, the old man will never admit it, this is poetry, I don't know what to do, it's ridiculous, it's absurd......"

An old man with white hair and beard, seventy or eighty, blowing his beard and glaring, in fact, there is not much deterrence, but everyone in the hall does not dare to come out, you must know that Qiu Fuzi is one of the most respected Confucians in the Jingchu literary circle, he knows a lot of people, his protégés are all over the place, and his influence is not trivial, there is some confrontation and offense, there is no need for him to open his mouth at all, tens of thousands of literati in Jingchu, one person can drown you with a mouthful of spit.

Now, someone actually made him angry, even if it wasn't himself, but everyone was silent, holding their breath, just afraid that they would make Qiu Fuzi misunderstand, then they wanted to cry without tears.

"Brother Qiu, don't be angry." A few old men next to him hurriedly comforted and said, "Why bother to make a fuss about an unteachable child." ”

To be honest, even if you firmly believe that the person is not you, but you are not afraid of 10,000, just in case, the young talents in the hall will inevitably be a little uneasy, so they naturally dare not open their mouths to agree, so they have to wait for the hair to fall, and continue to be silent.

Qiu Fuzi calmed down, sighed and said, "The old man is not angry, but hates him." ”

An old man in his fifties, with a bit of majesty, thought deeply, glared and said, "Who is the one who wrote the poem, and he came out to ask Qiu Fuzi for his guilt." ”

The hall immediately fell silent, some people quietly looked at others, most of the young talents, lowered their heads, did not dare to move, lest they carry the black pot for others.

He didn't even listen to his own words, the dignified old man frowned, annoyed in his heart, looked down at the note, and said with a sneer: "It seems that you are also quite self-aware, you know what your level is, and you don't dare to leave your name, thinking that the old man can't help you?" If you don't come out again, you will have a big demerit, or even ...... Dismissed from school. ”

Don't doubt that this old man is the scholar of Jingzhou, as long as he is iron-hearted and exercises this power justifiably, no one can stop him.

Dismissal of the school, that is a very serious matter, equivalent to in Jingzhou, there is no place to stay, some young talents are frightened, there are also calm, fearless, one of them, simply stood up, directly asked: "Xuezheng, what kind of poetry makes a few gentlemen, so angry?" ”

That's right, everyone suddenly realized that for some people, they know each other, and no matter how bad the poetry is, there is a limit, how can it provoke Qiu Fuzi to be angry, which is unreasonable.

"Hmph, come up by yourself and take it to see." Xuezheng waved his hand, not even touching it, for fear of staining his hands.

There was no shortage of curious people in the hall, no name was left, naturally it could not be himself, there was a talented man sitting in the front row, immediately got up and left the seat, and walked up, first saluted a few old men, and then carefully took the note, looked down, and suddenly showed a strange expression on his face.

"Brother Wu, how is it, whose handwriting is it."

"Can it be passed down, let it be watched below."

"Or chant ......"

The young talent smiled and asked, "Xuezheng, can you read it on the spot?" ”

"Read it, someone is not afraid of losing face, and he doesn't even have the courage to admit his mistakes, why should the old man help him cover it up." Xuezheng shook his head and said, his eyes were like torches, scanning everyone in the hall, as if he was ready to catch this black sheep.

"Listen up, everybody." Anyway, it wasn't that he was unlucky, the talented man was full of interest, a little gloating, and said sarcastically: "This benevolent brother is really talented, and it is rare to be able to write such poems." ”

"Brother Wu, don't pinch it, read ......it quickly," someone urged.

"Ahem, attention, it's a choral poem." The talented man enjoyed this feeling of being in the limelight, and deliberately dragged it out for a while, and at the same time, the young man next to Han Rui secretly breathed a sigh of relief, he was Yongyue, not Yongque, wait, Yinque...... Suddenly reacted, turned his head to look at Han Rui, his face changed, and his eyes showed worry.

Han Rui looked calm, holding the cup, unhurried, took a sip of wine, a little intoxicated, and didn't care about the performance of the talented people in the hall at all, as if this poem was not written by him.

Suddenly, I found that Xuezheng had a straight face, as if he was a little displeased, that talent, he didn't dare to show off anymore, and hurriedly chanted loudly: "One ...... after another"

Suddenly, a person came from outside the hall, and when he heard this, he immediately smiled and asked, "Wu Xu, what are you counting?" ”

Hearing the prestige, a group of young talents stood up one after another, and respectfully called: "Master Qian"

"Excuse me, excuse me." Qian Feng still smiled, waved his hand and said: "I heard that Qiu Fuzi was angry, he must be blaming me for not coming in to toast, so he hurriedly came in to make amends and punished himself with three glasses." ”

"This matter has nothing to do with the money master......

Seeing Qian Feng raising a glass and coming to toast, several old men did not hold it up, they happily drank together, their faces reappeared with smiles, and the atmosphere in the banquet became active again.

I haven't seen him for a few months, Qian Feng's appearance has also changed a little, Han Rui looked carefully, his once fair and delicate skin had been tanned, and he seemed to have become emaciated, his waist circumference was two laps smaller, and his fat seemed to be a little firm, and the flashy atmosphere of the past disappeared, and his body was full of calm and capable bearing, and he talked and laughed with a few old men with ease, and in a short period of time, he controlled the overall situation of the banquet, leading to bursts of laughter.

A group of young talents competed with each other, Qian Feng did not refuse, maybe he drank too much, a little ruddy color appeared on his face, and said with a smile: "No wonder, no wonder, Wu Xuan counted them one by one just now, it turned out that he was counting the number of people and arranging the order of toasting." ”

Everyone chuckled, and that Wu Xu made a very aggrieved appearance, and justified: "Master Qian, you misunderstood, I was chanting poetry just now." ”

"Bard?" Qian Feng smiled, thinking that Wu Xuan was joking, but when he saw a few old men, the smiles on his faces gradually faded, and his heart moved. ”

"A bird poem." Also observing the faces of several old men, Wu Xu whispered: "It's unsightly, a few gentlemen are very angry when they see it." ”

Qian Feng was stunned for a moment, and immediately smiled: "Needless to say, it must be you boys who are in a hurry to complete the poem and perfunctory, so that Mr. scolds." ”

"Money Master, how do you know?"

"It's the same with the kid outside." Qian Feng said with a smile: "In a hurry, what good poems can be written, I really want to slap the table, reprimand them well, and let them be ashamed and move forward." ”

"That's how the money master book should be." Xuezheng agreed: "You should be beaten and punished, don't show mercy, lest you get the capital, not only will he be embarrassed, but also the reputation of Jingzhou." ”

"Before, I thought the same way, after all, that's how I came here." Qian Feng sighed with emotion and said: "But later, someone told me that blind suppression is not necessarily a good thing, it will only make people more and more lacking in self-confidence, not even the most basic self-confidence, how can they have the confidence to do other things." ”

"After all, they're still young." Pointing to the young man in the hall, Qian Feng smiled and said: "Naturally, you can't compare with a few gentlemen, you have experienced wind and rain, and your heart has been pampered and not shocked, Mount Tai collapsed in front, and your face has not changed, but many of them, many of them have not even been out of Jingzhou, lack of tempering, and their bearing capacity is not strong, so they need appropriate encouragement." ”

The young man in the hall couldn't help but nod his head again and again, and seeing a few old men thoughtfully, Qian Feng continued: "I have been studying politics and teaching and educating people for many years, and I should be the clearest, if you pay attention, you will find that when you praise a student, that person's performance in the next few days will be very outstanding, otherwise, it will be unnoticed." ”

Xuezheng groaned, probably thinking back on the past situation, and after a while, he had to bow his head and say, "That's true." ”

"It seems to be really ......" those young people were also whispering, saying yes one after another.

Qiu Fuzi stroked his long beard, his eyes flashed with thought, and suddenly asked: "Master Qian, who can understand this truth, I'm afraid it's not an ordinary person, can you tell the old man who he is?" ”

"His surname is Han." Qian Feng smiled mysteriously: "As for who it is, you must know it." ”

"Jianghuai is the first, and the poetry crowns the world's Han Fu Festival." Everyone said in unison, with a look of admiration, and it was really a man who was famous and famous, with unique insights and differences.

has not been in the rivers and lakes for many years, and the rivers and lakes still circulate their own legends, this feeling is really wonderful, Han Rui touched the end of his nose and took a small drink in order to hide the pride in his heart.

After a sigh, Xuezheng's face softened, and he said lightly: "Okay, for the sake of the master of Qian's intercession, the old man will forgive you, come out to toast Qiu Fuzi, make a compensation, and forget it." ”

At the right time, Qiu Fuzi also said beside him: "If you don't pay compensation, you don't need to pay it, the old man just wants you to learn a lesson and not make the same mistakes in the future." ”

"Xuezheng, Qiu Fuzi, magnanimity, really a model for me......" A group of young people hurriedly patted their ass, and then sat back and waited, a certain unlucky boy came out and appeared, frightened for no reason, and must be severely condemned.

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