Someone set up an incense case. Gu Huizhu and the old gentleman sat on the table and chair prepared for the two of them, and Gu Huizhu lowered her head and thought while grinding ink.

Gu Huizhu's ancestral home is the south, and southerners like to put some Chinese medicinal herbs when boiling soup. Gu Huizhu was influenced by her mother, and occasionally made some medicinal food herself. Therefore, although Gu Huizhu does not understand traditional Chinese medicine, he still knows some medicinal materials and their properties.

Gu Huizhu first listed a few names of drugs that she was familiar with and probably could use on the manuscript paper. Banxia, angelica, baiji, peppermint, betel nut, fennel, cnidium monnieri, cinnamon, sophora and so on. Gu Huizhu looked at the names of the medicines he listed, and meditated, this angelica, betel nut, fennel, and bitter ginseng seemed to be able to make some sense. When the intention is clear, I began to think about what rhyme to use, how to fight evenly, and the rhythm is neat. Gu Huizhu thought about it carefully, slowly figured it out, and was fascinated for a while.

There is a person who has been paying attention to Gu Huizhu, he is Gao Mulian who is sitting in the box at the height of the teahouse.

Since Gu Huizhu came to power, Gao Mulian has not looked sideways, and has been looking at Gu Huizhu. It was too far away, and he was too high to look at the girl's face, so he didn't know who this girl was, but he felt that it still felt very familiar to him. This girl was like a rabbit when she was talking to the old master, smart and lively, and now she looked down and thought, quiet and very temperamental. Gao Mulian felt that he was like being tricked, and he was completely fascinated by Gu Huizhu, who was as quiet as a virgin and moved like a rabbit.

Time passed quickly, the old master had already handed in the papers, and when he sat back in his position, he didn't forget to sneer at Gu Huizhu and said, "Female doll, what poetry do you know." ”

Gu Huizhu was not annoyed, picked up the pen, and wrote poems.

When the time came, Gu Huizhu handed in the poems she had written. One of the members of the poetry club read the poems out separately for everyone to compare.

The old master's poem

Contemptible often in the mountains and wilderness, especially in the licorice house.

The hook curtain is cloudy and cypress, and the barrier sits against the wind.

The guest land is cloudy, and the flowing spring frame is wooden.

The line of angelica is cloudy, and it has forced pulsatilla.

This place is the country of Longshu, and the blood of the yellow beast is remaining.

The wood is fragrant and sweet orange, and the stone milk is the most suitable for fish.

The tile pine fir is cold, and the hemp and wheat are sparse on dry days.

Writing poetry is not Du Ruo, and it is difficult to write greasy papers.

Gu Huizhu's poems

Poetry is difficult to endow with lovesickness, and every word tells me about my feelings.

Don't forget angelica day, fennel condensation welcomes the door.

When everyone heard this, they all nodded and said yes.

The bearded old man took the work of the two men, and without thinking much about it or consulting with the others, he announced the answer with certainty: "At present, it seems that both poems contain the names of herbs, and the poems written by them meet our requirements." However, this little girl's poems only express the lovesickness of the young woman in the boudoir, and the meaning is shallow. However, the old master skillfully used the names of these medicines, from micro to macro, to sketch a picture of the mountain village wild man living in a thatched hut and being contented, which is more picturesque. Therefore, we decided that the old master won this game. ”

As soon as the results came out, the old master walked up to Gu Huizhu and said in a contemptuous tone: "Little girl, you are still too young, go back and study for a few more years." ”

Gu Huizhu didn't show shame, but calmly looked at the members of the poetry club and said: "You have all discussed whether you want to deceive the people or you have limited reading, and you actually opened your eyes and said nonsense, this old master wrote a poem that he wrote at all. Is it also counted as copying the predecessors? ”

The bearded old man said unhappily, "Girl, you must have evidence when you speak." We run a poetry club in a proper manner, and we are serious about the ring. How to deceive? Since the girl said that we have little knowledge, let's take out the evidence. ”