Gu Yuanxi walked to the study, and before he crossed the threshold, he saw his mother Lu waiting in the study, her face a little anxious.

"Mother." Gu Yuanxi walked up to Mrs. Lu and saluted respectfully.

Mrs. Lu is only about fifty years old, and she dresses gracefully and dignifiedly. She couldn't help but show joy when she saw her son come in, and then straightened her face again, and said sternly: "I called you over a long time ago, why did you come so late?" Don't you know that today is the day when the Master examines your work? ”

"Yes~Yes......" Gu Yuanxi scratched his head and said: "I happened to meet Master Lin outside the court just now, so I asked Master for advice. So late. ”

Lin Fuzi, who was standing behind him, was sitting on the chair leisurely and leisurely tasting tea, and when he heard this, his heart tightened, a mouthful of tea spurted out, he couldn't stop coughing, and his face was choked red.

"This kid dares to open his eyes and talk nonsense in front of his mother, and he is really not ashamed." Lin Fuzi didn't break it, and a smile appeared on his face: "Yuanxi, have you done your homework in the past few days, what do you think?" ”

"Hmm." Gu Yuanxi nodded with a straight face and said, "The students have been studying the words of the sage hard in the past few days, and they only feel that they have gained a lot. ”

"Oh?" Mrs. Lu and Mrs. Lin were overjoyed when they heard this: "What are the gains?" ”

"Meng Wubo asked about filial piety, and the son said: 'Parents are only worried about their illness'." Gu Yuanxi said with a smile: "What Sage Kong means is to be especially worried about their parents. In this way, it can be regarded as filial piety. ”

Mrs. Lu nodded when she heard this, and looked at Gu Yuanxi lovingly, with tears in her eyes. Gu Yuanxi scratched his head and said in his heart: This is too easy to be moved. Pity the hearts of parents all over the world.

When Lin Fuzi heard this, he frowned and said, "What you said is naturally right. But this is the 'Analects', and the lesson I gave you is the 'Book of Songs'! ”

“What？” Gu Yuanxi was stunned for a moment, then waved his hand and said with a smile: "Sao class, Sao class, I have read these few sentences." ”

"Hmph. What minesweeper? Lin Fuzi's face changed slightly and said, "Have you not studied your homework in the past few days?" ”

"Uh......" Gu Yuanxi blushed and said, "The students have been studying other classic books for the past few days, but they have neglected this 'Book of Songs'. ”

"Oh?" Lin Fuzi was surprised: "Then what book are you studying?" ”

"Golden Bottle Plum, Qinglou dreams of these." Gu Yuanxi said without hesitation: "For example, 'Golden Bottle Plum' is a good book that is broad and profound, and the students are thinking hard about how to become a great man like the Ximen Daguan these days. ”

"Why have I never heard of you?" Lin Fuzi frowned.

"Oh...... It turns out that in this era, there has not been a dream of the Golden Bottle Plum and the Qinglou. Gu Yuanxi waved his hand and said with a smile: "Sassy class, it seems that I have to write it out when I have time, such an excellent Chinese culture should be carried forward." ”

"Hmph." Lin Fuzi's face turned pale, "Look at you, you don't do your job all day long." Wen is not as good as your eldest brother, and Wu is not as good as your fourth brother, so I am really angry. ”

"Master's words are wrong." Gu Yuanxi said with a sad and indignant face: "Wen Si three thousand is not as good as four taels in the chest, and only eight buckets are not as good as half a catty in the crotch!" Big men have muscles in their chests and material under their crotches. Well-behaved in front of people, long-lasting in bed. This is what makes a successful man. ”

"Shut up." Mrs. Lu changed color and said, "You little beast still dare to talk nonsense in front of the master, do you really want to be angry with me?" ”

Gu Yuanxi was stunned for a moment, sighed in his heart, scratched his head and smirked: "The child just looks at the atmosphere is a little serious and boring, so he enlivens the atmosphere a little." ”

"Didn't you report for the poetry conference in Xuanyangfang a few days later, why are you still looking like a child now." Lin Fuzi shook his head and sighed in disappointment: "Originally, after hearing that you signed up, the old man was happy for a long time, but I didn't expect you to still look like this!"

"I sign up for the poetry contest?" Gu Yuanxi was stunned, his mouth opened wide, "Where would I be brain-dead to report a poetry conference." ”

"San Lang." Mrs. Lu frowned and said in a deep voice: "A few days ago, you said that you were determined to participate in the poetry conference of Xuanyangfang, why did you forget it now." ”

Gu Yuanxi was stunned, trying to explore the memories left by the body, and then he suddenly realized. It turned out that the former owner of this body, that is, the real Gu Yuanxi, fell in love with a Qinglou woman in Pingkangfang, but was looked down upon by this Qinglou woman. So at the instigation of a group of fox friends who wanted to watch a good show, they signed up for this bullshit poetry conference.

Originally, the real Gu Yuanxi participated in this conference just to be angry at the crown, and it was more that the group of fox friends around him wanted to see the jokes of him, but it was just that Gu Yuanxi was suffering now.

"Damn." Gu Yuanxi pursed his lips and said disdainfully: "I don't know if a gentleman was deceived by the group of bastard dog friends around him to be a joke. actually went to report some bullshit poetry conference for a bird**. ”

"San Lang." Mrs. Lu frowned, "What did you call your mother just now?" ”

"Huh?" Gu Yuanxi smiled embarrassedly: "Look, can I not participate?" ”

"How does this work?" Lin Fuzi shook his head, "Although this poetry conference is held by the people themselves, due to the intervention of Mrs. Qiu Guo behind it, all the entries are submitted to the government, how can you say that if you don't go, you won't go." Besides, my generation of scholars would rather lose the battle than lose the backbone. ”

"The backbone of bullshit." Gu Yuanxi secretly spat and was suddenly stunned, "Mrs. Qiuguo? You mean Mrs. Yang Yuyao? ”

"Silence." Lin Fuzi's face turned pale, and he said in a low voice: "Is Mrs. Qiuguo's name also what you can call?" ”

Gu Yuanxi's face remained unchanged, and he said in a low voice: "It is rumored that the Yang sisters all have the appearance of sinking fish and falling geese and closing the moon and shy flowers, if you have the opportunity to take a look, it doesn't hurt to go to this poetry conference." So he pretended to be straight and said: "The eldest husband promises a thousand gold, and he does what he says." Since the student has signed up, he would rather lose the name than lose the person. ”

"Okay~" Lin Fuzi said with some relief: "My generation of scholars should be like this~ It's just" He suddenly frowned and said: "It's just that you don't know anything about poetry, and I originally asked you to read the Book of Poetry, but I also wanted to hold the horse's legs temporarily, and if you can read a few more points, it is a few points, but I didn't expect you to be so uncompetitive." ”

"Master's words are not right." Gu Yuanxi said with a smile: "The article is natural, and the magic hand can get it." Poetry is originally affectionate and tangible, and in the eyes of students, there is no need to read any poetry. ”

"The article is made by nature, and the magic hand gets it." Lin Fuzi muttered: "Okay~ A good article is natural, and it is a good idea." Good ~ good verses. His face lit up, nodded and smiled in surprise: "You made this verse?" Could it be that it is really three days of Shibei, and it should be impressive? Well, if you really did it, you will be eligible to participate in this poetry conference with these two sentences. ”

Mrs. Lu was also overjoyed, touched Gu Yuanxi's head, looked at him with unconfident eyes, and trembled: "It's rare that my son can make such a good poem and such a good sentence, I'm afraid your eldest brother is far inferior." ”

"It's not more than that." Lin Fuzi shook his head and said: "Even if this poem is unforgotten, Chu Taizhu is here, I am afraid that I will be amazed." ”

Qi Wu Pick Up is Qi Wu Qian, and the official is left to pick up, so it is called Qi Wu Missing, and Li Ji, Wang Wei, Zhang Jiuling, Chu Guangxi, Meng Haoran, Lu Xiang, Gao Shi and others are too close friends. Chu Taizhu is Chu Guangxi, both of whom are famous poets in the Tang Dynasty. In today's poetry circle, Li Bai and Wang Wei are the most famous. At this time, Du Fu's reputation was not obvious, Meng Haoran and Wang Zhilian had passed away, and Li Wang was the most famous poet of the Biansai school such as Gao Shi, Cen Shen, Wang Changling, Cui Hao, Chu Guangxi, Qi Wuqian, Lu Xiang and others. Lin Fuzi's words are already full of praise.

Gu Yuanxi took it for granted. The poems he chanted are from the "Articles" of Lu You in the Southern Song Dynasty. Lu You and Su Shi are listed as the two masters of Song poetry. However, Zhao Yi, a famous historian and poet of the Qing Dynasty, believes that Song poems take Su and Lu as the two masters, and later generations are shocked by the name of Dongpo, often saying that Su is better than Lu, but I don't know that Lu is better than Su. And Zhou Enlai thinks that Song Shilu is the first, not Su Dongpo. Liu Kezhuang, the leader of the literary world at the end of the Song Dynasty, also believes that Lu You's poetic attainments are the only ones since crossing the river. So in his opinion, Lin Fuzi's evaluation is a matter of course, and there is no surprise.

"Master has won the prize." Gu Yuanxi waved his hand and smiled: "The student just has a feeling for a while, so the poems come easily, and I am really ashamed and ashamed." ”

"Might as well do it." Lin Fuzi smiled and said: "In the poetry conference in a few days, in the old man's opinion, you can still give it a try, and you don't have to be arrogant." Yes, good poetry, good poetry. ”

Gu Yuanxi was about to answer, but heard an anxious shout from a Xiaolan outside the hall. Before Gu Yuanxi could speak, Mrs. Lu had already shook her head and frowned, "You girl, you have no rules in front of you." The master is here, panicking into what kind of system. ”

"Oh no, madam, third son." I saw Xiaolan's anxious face, and she gasped breathlessly: "Oh no." Second son...... Second son... In Qinrenfang...... Being ...... Someone was beaten. ”