"Make a poem on the theme of Qingming?" Hearing that the old master came up with the question, Qin Baichuan's face suddenly had a look of embarrassment.

Yan Juzheng Yan only thought that Qin Baichuan was stumped, so he grabbed his arm and said in fear: "Brother Qin, Brother Qin, you must save me, save me!" If I can't make poetry this time, once the master tells my uncle, he will peel off my skin! What is a true brother? There is a way to carry a gun together and prostitute together...... Brother Qin, since we all have a common hobby, this time you can't die without help! ”

"It's hard, it's so hard." Yan Juzheng was a mud that couldn't support the wall, Qin Baichuan carefully hid the conspiracy under his eyes, pretended to look at Yan Juzheng profoundly, and stopped talking.

"Brother Qin went to the Sea Breeze Painting Boat but was short of silver?" Yan Juzheng felt that he had seen through Qin Baichuan's thoughts, and pulled out a silver ticket from his cuffs, which turned out to be a denomination of five hundred taels, stuffed it into Qin Baichuan's hand from under the table, and begged: "Brother Qin, but if you have good words and good sentences, you will secretly tell me that Brother Qin will take this bit of silver to buy wine!" Not only that, if it is passed through the Guò Master's assessment today, I will invite Brother Qin to go to the painting boat together on the other day, and Xiao Taohong will definitely sleep in person at that time! What does Brother Qin think? ”

"That's it......" Qin Baichuan quietly took the silver ticket in his hand, and seeing that Yan Juzheng was full of expectation, he said without hesitation: "Brother Yan is full of fists, I have to help you too...... However, after the matter is completed, I have something I want to ask Brother Yan, please don't hide it. ”

"What did Brother Qin say? You are benevolent and righteous, save me from danger, we are iron-clad friends! As long as it is something I know, I must know everything, and I will say everything! Yan Ju is righteous and righteous, obviously treating Qin Baichuan as a brother who has died.

"That's fine, you can be optimistic." Qin Baichuan smiled, pulled Yan Juzheng's palm, and gently wrote a few words on his palm with his index finger.

"Yan Gongzi, do you want to think about it again?" The old master seemed to be waiting a little impatiently, frowning and urging.

"Ahh Yan Juzheng was taken aback by the old master, and stammered: "No, no...... Well, Master, Qingming...... Well...... Clear and bright...... Well, it rains during the Qingming season, um...... Going up one after another, people ...... Person...... I want to break my soul. ”

After only listening to a few words, the old master's face showed a look of disappointment, this poem is not a poem, and the words are not words, although they are clear, they have no artistic conception at all, and they are simply rigid. But...... This also seems to be in line with the level of strict juzheng.

The old master did not speak with a gloomy face, and Yan Juzheng wiped the cold sweat on his forehead, and continued: "Borrow...... Ask...... Ask the restaurant, where is it...... Where are the shepherd boys? Well...... Remote Finger ...... Apricot...... Apricot...... Village! ”

"It's so wet, it's really wet!" Originally, a very good poem was almost trampled like a piece of shit by Yan Juzheng, but in order to give Yan Juzheng a long face, Qin Baichuan could only applaud hard.

"Oh? Didn't this Qin Gongzi look down on the old man? When facing Yan Juzheng, the old master wanted to be merciful, but in the face of Qin Baichuan, the old master was ruthless: "I said how Yan Gongzi has regressed in learning recently, it turns out that he has made friends with you fox friends and dogs!" Hmph, it rains during the Qingming Festival, and they are on the road one after another...... It's not that the old man is inferior to you, I'm afraid that the newly weaned children on the street can make three poems with the effort of peeing! ”

"Brush!"

Rao is Yan Juzheng's face is red no matter how thick-skinned he is, girl, this old master really doesn't have any affection! Turned his head and stared at Qin Baichuan, the meaning is obvious, it's over, you don't teach Lao Tzu to be wet with one hand, and now he is scolded by the master, and he wants to go to the kiln!

"Old master, that freshly weaned child on the street can really make three songs while peeing?" Qin Baichuan was also a little ashamed of the old master's blow, especially Yan Juzheng's poor vision, so he had no choice but to speak.

"Nothing more, no less!" The old master sneered.

"That's all I can say...... The children on the street are geniuses, right? Qin Baichuan picked up the fan that Yan Ju was putting on the table, unfolded it and smiled lightly: "Actually...... Brother Yan deliberately made a joke with his master, and the sentence was wrong...... The correct reading of this poem should be: During the Qingming Dynasty, it rained a lot, and the pedestrians on the road wanted to break their souls. By asking where the restaurant is, the shepherd boy pointed to Xinghua Village. ”

"Forehead ......" The same poem in Qin Baichuan's mouth and his Yan Juzheng's mouth were actually two completely different flavors, although Yan Dagongzi saw some clues, but with his IQ he couldn't judge whether it was good or bad, so he could only secretly look at the old master.

The old master was stunned for a long time, and there was a faint light flickering in his cloudy old eyes, and he turned his head to look at Yan Juzheng and said, "Yan Gongzi, this poem ...... Did you really do it? ”

"Ah...... Oh, yes...... Not really. Yan Juzheng gritted his teeth and said, "During the Qingming Festival this year, I went out with Brother Qin, and the two of us got such a poem with you and me...... Later, I felt that this poem was not on the stage, so I didn't dare to tell my uncle, and today the master insisted on asking for it, so I could only take it out and offer it to the ugly! ”

"Offering ugliness?" Yan Gongzi didn't understand, but it didn't mean that the old master didn't understand either, his surprised eyes swept Qin Baichuan's eyes, and said lightly: "During the Qingming Festival, it rains a lot, and the pedestrians on the road want to break their souls." By asking where the restaurant is, the shepherd boy pointed to Xinghua Village......" and read the poem again, and the old master suddenly had a long talk: "It rains during the Qingming Festival, and those pedestrians who worship the dead are immersed in sadness...... The drizzle was falling, and I couldn't put out my sorrows, and I wanted to find wine and get drunk, but I ran into the shepherd boy pointing to the Xinghua Wine Village in the distance......"

The old master took a deep breath, hugged his fists and said: "Through the ages, no one can be the right of the son!" Childe, the old man is willing to bow down, so he will go to tell Master Yan, and he will never dare to call himself master in front of Childe in the future! ”

"Huh? Is it so powerful? The old master said to leave, Yan Juzheng was shocked by his words, and shouted twice in the back, but the old master just didn't hear it and left quickly.

"It's over, it's over, Brother Qin, it's trouble, it's troublesome this time!" Yan Juzheng jumped up from his seat suddenly, his face trembling slightly with tension and fat all over his face.

"The old master has left, isn't this as you wish?" Qin Baichuan was not surprised by the old master's reaction, this Qingming poem has been passed down through the ages and is popular.

"Brother Qin, didn't you hear that the old master was going to tell my uncle!" Yan Juzheng was about to cry, and grinned: "This trick between me and you, it's okay to fool the old master, but how shrewd is my uncle?" Can I be deceived? I'm afraid that my uncle will personally assess it, and he will definitely show his feet when the time comes! ”

"What's so hard about that?" There was no one else in the room, Qin Baichuan smiled and said, "I know some poetry, just teach you two poems, and you will say that it is your own original, isn't this over?" ”

"Brother Qin, are you ...... Really? "Poetry in this era represents a person's knowledge and identity in a sense, and some readers can even enjoy the adoring eyes of those Qinglou women with a poem, and they may spend the night for free...... Brother Qin, who doesn't know when he met and has no relationship, would really be so generous?

"I'm as honest as Brother Yan, and I hate lying the most." Qin Baichuan raised his eyebrows.

"As it should be, as it should be." Yan Juzheng nodded again and again.

"Besides, I didn't make these poems, they were all copied." In order to reduce Yan Juzheng's suspicion and defense against himself, Qin Baichuan tried his best to play the second ancestor like him.

"It's all copied, huh? Brother Qin is honest enough! Yan Juzheng's eyes suddenly lit up, licked his lips and said, "Plagiarism is such a thing...... Brother Qin, with all due respect, the poems copied must be unique, otherwise it will be very faceless if they are exposed one day......"

"Brother Yan has experience." Qin Baichuan smiled and gave him a reassuring pill: "Don't worry, many of these poems are from peerless books, I burned the anthology after reading and writing it down, and I am the only one in the world who knows it." ”

"It's burning! Hey, it's a pity, it's a pity, it's a pity! If the lone book is still there, I can buy it at a high price! Yan Juzheng sighed again and again.

"Although the lone book is not there, I have it in my head." Qin Baichuan knocked on his head, and when he saw Yan Juzheng's eyes brightening, he spoke first: "Brother Yan, I came here today to inquire about something. If you tell me the truth, I will teach you another song to deal with Master Yan's assessment, what do you think? ”

"Brother Qin, what the hell is going on?" Qin Baichuan had already asked three times, and Yan Juzheng rubbed his palms, a little impatient.

"It was probably the middle of the month, Brother Yan went to the Anyang branch of Splendid Villa and found a scholar named Chen Heming?" Feeling that the relationship was almost done, Qin Baichuan immediately spoke.

"Mid-Month...... Fairview Villa...... Chen Heming...... Chen Heming ......" Yan Juzheng was pacing back and forth in the room with his hands behind his back, muttering, "The middle of the moon...... I think it was before I had a conflict with someone, that time...... That time...... Ah, I remember, it is, it is, it is! ”

Yan Juzheng clapped his palms and asked intently: "The Chen Heming Chen Gongzi you are talking about is the salesman of the marketing department of the headquarters of Jiangling Jinxiu Villa?" ”

"Yes." Qin Baichuan secretly breathed a sigh of relief: "It seems that Brother Yan has seen him?" ”

"Yes, I went to find him personally!" Yan Juzheng smiled bitterly: "Brother Qin, I won't hide it from you, the old saying is that people have to die more than people, and goods have to be thrown away, which is really true!" Although I haven't been in Anyang for a long time, with the money left by my father and the prestige of my uncle, I'm also a celebrity in Anyang, right? But that's it, I handed the post to the Oiran of the Sea Breeze Painting Boat again and again, and I was stunned that I didn't even see people's faces! ”

Yan Juzheng said indignantly: "But then Chen Heming is different!" A few days after he came to Anyang, the Oiran of the Sea Breeze Painting Boat asked Xiao Taohong to bring me a message, saying that Miss Cheng Yanran Cheng had admired Chen Gongzi's talent for a long time, and asked me to ask Chen Gongzi to come out and meet her young lady. ”

"Cheng Yanran, Miss Cheng...... She...... What is the origin? According to his account, Qin Baichuan immediately realized that the problem seemed to be with the Oiran of the Sea Breeze Painting Boat, and Yan Juzheng was just being used as a gunman.

"This Miss Cheng, that's amazing!" Yan Juzheng wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth, and said with a lewd face: "Aren't there any four beauties in Jiangling?" Brother Qin, let me tell you, the sea breeze painting boat is run by Miss Cheng herself, in terms of business, not weaker than the owner of Quxi Village in Splendid Villa, in terms of Xiaoqu'er, not weaker than Liu Yuanyuan in the loyal and righteous Golan, and in terms of appearance...... No matter how you say it, it is comparable to Yun Lan, in terms of poetry and songs, even if it is not as good as Master Xue of Qingfeng Academy, it is not much different...... Hey, being a prostitute to do Miss Cheng's role can be regarded as a glorious ancestor. ”

Go to Nima's glorious ancestors, don't mess with this word, okay?

This book was first published from 17K Novel Network, the first time to see the genuine content!

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