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The summer cicadas chirp one after another, the sun shines through the treetops, leaving dappled shadows on the ground, the breeze blows, and the leaves rustle.

On the shore of Xizi Lake, under a pine tree, there is a long case, and at both ends of the long case, two young men are standing, half-bent over, buried in the long case.

There were about 30 people in a circle around the long case, looking at the two people quietly, and from time to time they talked softly with the people around them.

Chen Zilai clasped his hands and stood aside, looking at the situation in front of him with a wry smile, and some didn't understand why things had evolved the way they were.

He remembered that just now, when he and Brother Urawa followed the guidance of their subordinates to find Gu Yunpei, who was missing in the middle of the way, he happened to hear that he wanted to compare arithmetic with others.

Their competition rules were originally set to be very absurd, Gu Xiaoge decided to compare what, Zhang Zhongyi came up with the question, if it was a poem and essays such as the competition, it would be reasonable, but Gu Xiaoge actually chose arithmetic.

Brother Urawa originally intended to reconcile with this little brother Gu, let that competition be abandoned, and change to a new comparison, that Zhang Zhongyi had already agreed to hinder Brother Urawa's face, but as a result, Brother Gu actually looked calm, so that Brother Urawa could only be a judge with peace of mind.

In that competition, Zhang Zhongyi's question was, 999 yuan, 1,000 seasonal pears, 9 11 pears, 7 fruits and 4 yuan, how much does the pear fruit cost?

This is an extremely difficult question, at least Chen Zilai thinks that he can't figure out the answer, who knows that Gu Yunpei just squatted on the ground, writing and painting for half a cup of tea, and then blurted out the answer. "657 pears cost 803 Wen, 343 fruits cost 197 Wen."

Hearing this answer, Zhang Zhongyi was stunned for a long time before he said with a face full of indignation: "You can't count in this competition, you must have known the answer in advance." ”

Not only Zhang Zhongyi was the onlookers, but even Chen Zilai himself felt that this little brother Gu probably knew the answer in advance, after all, this question was extremely difficult, and the answer could not be solved in just half a cup of tea, at least in his impression, he had never heard of it and had never seen someone with such ability.

When the little brother Gu listened to Zhang Zhongyi's words, he was not annoyed, only a sneer on the corner of his mouth, and said lightly.

"Brother Zhang can't help but underestimate my Gu, it seems that such a problem, how difficult is it to solve, let alone such a problem, it is more difficult, as long as Brother Zhang can mention it, I will give you the answer in a stick of incense."

That Zhang Zhongyi looked at Gu Xiaoge's attitude, and was suspicious, and sure enough, he said two more questions, and Gu Xiaoge really gave the answer quickly, so that everyone who had suspected that Gu Xiaoge knew the answer in advance had to believe that he, Gu Yunpei, really had such ability.

It was Chen Zilai himself, who secretly expressed shame in his heart, and at the same time admired this little brother Gu in his heart.

Although Dachang listed arithmetic as a subject in the imperial examination at this time, because arithmetic was extremely boring, and at this time it was more important to pay more attention to Confucian teachings, and the requirements for arithmetic were not strict, so for most students, it was a great problem to count a chicken and rabbit in the same cage.

Like the three arithmetic problems proposed by Zhang Zhongyi today, they understood the questions, but they didn't even have the idea of trying to solve them, they only knew that they couldn't solve them, but they didn't know how difficult it was to solve such problems in the context of arithmetic at this time.

Even Sun Maocai, who provided Zhang Zhongyi with the title, only knew that in order to understand these three topics, Xiao Tengyun and Huang Wenlong had been deducing for more than a month before deducing these answers.

"That Huang Wenlong, Xiao Tengyun is also a waste of money, thanks to him Xiao Tengyun also got the name of Yu Hang Xiao, this kind of arithmetic problem also consumes a lot of time, provoked himself to think that this is some kind of eternal problem, Baba took it to offer treasure, I didn't expect that the pair of masters and apprentices would be so wasteful, and I still let my father Hugh value the good of this pair of masters and apprentices so much."

As for Qing Huan, who solved the arithmetic problem, he actually didn't know what level of arithmetic he had reached at this time.

She saw that Zhang Zhongyi easily read out such a question, and only thought that although this arithmetic problem was also a difficult problem, it was not so rare, so after she calculated the answer, she delayed a little before reporting the answer, thinking that as long as she won, she didn't need to show herself too much.

Among all the people present, at this time, only this little brother Gu has solved three extremely complex problems in a short period of time, but no one really realizes what a great thing this is, and Xiao Tengyun, the only one who can detect this, is still on the shore of the lake not far away at this time, enjoying the scenery with people, and it is not clear what happened here.

This competition was obviously Gu Yunpei, and Brother Gu won.

Everyone thought that the competition had already had a result, but who knew that Zhang Zhongyi did not admit defeat, he lost to a Xiucai in front of Zhang Puhe and Chen Zilai today, and he was naturally unconvinced, anyway, he had already lost a game, and he was about to let go, so he spoke again to stop Gu Xiaoge, who wanted to leave.

"Brother Gu, you have won the arithmetic just now, Danqing and his little brother think that he still has some experience, Brother Gu is willing to compete with me again."

Little Brother Gu raised his eyebrows, and replied with some unclear expression on his face.

"Brother Zhang really wants to compete with me in Danqing?"

That Zhang Zhongyi had already shown his face at this time, and he didn't hesitate at all.

"Brother Gu is willing?"

Little Brother Gu sighed slightly.

"Let's compare that."

A quarter of an hour later, on the shore of West Lake, in the pine forest, a long case was laid out.

Under the gust of wind, in the rustling sound of pine, Zhang Zhongyi and Gu Yunpei occupied one side and depicted intently.

It was a long case again, and it was a picture scroll, and this movement naturally alarmed the people who came to participate in the poetry meeting today, and everyone gathered around the two of them and watched them paint intently.

Different from arithmetic, poetry and painting have been favored by literati since ancient times, and most of the people who come to this poetry club today are young scholars, although these people may not all be able to write brilliantly, but if they only talk about tasting and most of them can see some doorways, they are curious to come around.

In this competition, there is no topic, the two choose their own themes, and the final win or loss is judged by Chen Zilai, a small and prestigious Danqing team.

Chen Zilai has a father who loves paintings, and under the influence of his ears and eyes, he has also achieved a small success in Danqing, and it is expected that he will be judged, and even Zhang Zhongyi is relieved.

This competition did not last too long, Gu Yunpei and Gu Xiaoge only took two quarters of an hour to complete the painting, Zhang Zhongyi took about half an hour, and when he left the last stroke on the painting scroll, the competition was also over.

The two of them were drawing a picture scroll one by one under everyone's noses, so the moment they stopped writing, the results were already out.

With a look of shock and approval on his face, Chen Zilai first glanced at Gu Xiaoge, and then looked at Zhang Zhongyi, whose face was already a little pale.

"Brother Zhang, your fishing boat singing late is delicate, the guest and the host echo, multiplying the virtual and the real, coloring with the class, and the song is full of feelings, which can be called a rare masterpiece, but Brother Gu's ink shrimp is condensed and expressive, lifelike, compared to it, it is slightly better than Brother Zhang."

There are two paintings quietly on the long table.

One is between the green mountains and green waters, the smoke and waves are misty, and a lonely boat is on the shore.

The other is the ink shrimp with appropriate shades, the combination of virtual and real lines, like broken and solid, like soft and rigid, straight and curved, chaotic and orderly. The tentacles of the shrimp on the paper seemed to move, as if they were alive.

The two paintings are placed together, there is no need to make a judgment, this is not that Zhang Zhongyi's fishing boat is not good at singing, in fact, that painting is already a rare masterpiece, but Gu Yunpei Gu Xiaoge's ink shrimp is too good.

The ink shrimp is a must, both in ink and brushwork, and it is the first time that Chen Zilai has seen someone who can draw the shrimp so lifelike, smart and natural.

Mr. Yannan loves painting, this world's famous masterpiece, he Chen Zilai doesn't know how much he has seen, in his impression he has never seen someone who can paint ink shrimp to such a state, not to mention that this Gu Yunpei is so young at this time, no wonder he will feel shocked in his heart.

Zhang Zhongyi looked at the ink shrimp with a pale face, couldn't speak for a long time, and muttered for a long time before he spit out a sentence with difficulty.

"Brother Gu, you're losing."

Seeing the look on Zhongyi's face, Qing Huan felt a little sorry in her heart, in this game, she was actually a little invincible, after all, that ink shrimp, she was imitating Mr. Qi Baishi's mastery.

Mr. Qi Baishi's painting of shrimp is a must in the painting world of later generations, it is the old gentleman's lifelong observation, Qing Huan also made some preparations before coming to this poetry meeting, and the ink shrimp is one of her preparations.

Qing Huan had long discovered that the things she could draw on the mask were not limited to Dachang's era, as long as it was something she knew, when she drew on the mask, she could see the composition and details of that object.

Therefore, when Qing Huan tried to draw the old man's ink shrimp against the mask, where the ink shrimp was inked and how to write, she already had a chapter in her heart, and the original body had a strong foundation.

The lifetime gains of a generation of masters, eighty percent of the similarity is enough to achieve an overwhelming victory, Chen Zilai said that Gu Yunpei is slightly better, in fact, he has taken care of Zhang Zhongyi's feelings.

Although this Zhang Zhongyi said that he used some climbing means to enter this poetry meeting, but Chen Zilai Zhang Pu and such a character, if the poetry meeting they held, if it is really a straw bag to make some means to enter, it is too underestimated for the two of them, this Zhang Zhongyi can enter this poetry meeting, since he also has his ability, he entered this poetry meeting, relying on this hand Danqing.

Mr. Yannan is fond of painting, and Zhang Zhongyi has also put a lot of effort into painting in order to win the eyes of Chen's father and son, and it is also for this reason that Chen Zilai should be polite to him.

Qing Huan felt slightly sorry in his heart, and he spoke much more politely.

"Brother Zhang conceded it, and he won by luck in the next place, Brother Zhang's wonderful pen is very admired in my heart."

That Zhang Zhongyi was not an open-minded person, he lost to Qing Huan in front of people this time, he was already unhappy in his heart, and after listening to Qing Huan's modest words, he felt that Gu Yunpei was afraid that he was secretly laughing at himself, and he was even more annoyed in his heart, he didn't bother to reply, just bowed his head sideways to Qing Huan, turned around and left the long case.

As Zhang Zhongyi left the long case, the onlookers dispersed with some unfinished thoughts, and many people took a few glances at the ink shrimp, and they were quite eager to take this painting into their own pockets.

Seeing that the crowd dispersed, he was already drunk, and Qinghuan, who had only managed to maintain a trace of clarity, was also slightly relaxed, this relaxation, the rumbling sound in his intuitive mind, the heavens and the earth began to sway and spin, he knew that he could no longer stay here, and he had to leave as soon as possible.

Qing Huan lightly held the long case with one hand, turned to Zhang Puhe and Chen Zilai, and once again proposed to leave, but he was drunk but his face was not obvious, and neither of them saw that he was actually drunk.

Zhang Puhe was only afraid that this little brother Gu was lacking, he saw this little brother Gu's arithmetic and clever pen today, and he had long admired this person in his heart, and he was also curious about how much ability this little brother Gu still had not revealed, and now he heard that he wanted to leave, how could he let him go so easily.

"Brother Gu, this collection organized by Brother Zilai and I intend to let everyone invited to participate in this poetry meeting leave a poem each, and he will bind it into a book and send it to each family one day, I don't know if Brother Gu can leave a note before leaving."

Qing Huan twisted his eyebrows, seemingly contemplative, but in fact he was trying to stay sober and was silent for a while before asking.

"I wonder if there is a requirement for this poem?"

Zhang Puhe said with a smile. "No, Brother Gu is just based on his preferences."

Qing Huan nodded, indicating understanding, casually picked up the brush on the case, grabbed a blank piece of paper, swish, a few pens, and a poem was completed.

He raised his hand and handed the poem to Zhang Puhe, said sorry, said goodbye, and left Chen Zilai and Zhang Puhe stunned in place, and he forced himself to concentrate on his body, so as not to walk crookedly outside.

Zhang Puhe and Chen Zilai, who were holding the paper on which Qing Huan wrote the poem, had very wonderful expressions on their faces at this time, both stunned and a little crying and laughing, only to see such a poem written on the paper.

Lying on the bed and sleeping on the bed, adding to the heat and reducing the cold.

Angrily kicked the quilt and sat up angrily, turning over and hugging the pillow and unable to sleep.

This poem is not suitable for the scene, the second is too rough in wording, and it is said to be poetry, but it is better to say four whining words arranged according to the poem.

This poem is Qinghuan herself, I couldn't sleep two nights ago, I felt it and wrote it casually, Zhang Puhe asked her to write poems, she didn't have that ability, second, she couldn't think about the wine, and third, she had already plagiarized Mr. Qi Baishi's paintings, and she was really embarrassed to plagiarize other people's poems, so she took this one to fill the number.

As for Zhang Puhe's saying that he would bind it into a book and send it to various families, she didn't care about officialdom and how could she care about these false names.

Zhang Puhe was silent for a long time before he smiled bitterly.

"Brother Zilai, Brother Gu, is this a joke with you and me?"

Chen Zilai looked up at Gu Yunpei, who had gradually walked away, and then replied.

"Xu is really drunk."

Zhang Puhe shook his head with a smile.

"It's a pity that this is a good hand."

Qing Huan stepped out of the Tingfeng Building under the guidance of the subordinates, there was already a sedan chair waiting outside the building, she opened the sedan curtain and sat in, and fell asleep in a daze within a few minutes.

I don't know how long she slept, she felt a wave of disgust in her heart and opened her eyes, and found that she was still on the sedan chair, the sedan chair was shaking and she almost vomited, and hurriedly beckoned the sedan chair man to stop, and quickly rushed out of the sedan chair with a curtain, and spit a few mouthfuls against the roadside wall, before she felt more comfortable in her chest.

The sedan chair didn't want to sit anymore, she stood and gasped for breath several times before she sent the sedan chair driver away and walked in the direction of the Gu family.

At this time, although she seemed to be fine, she was actually groggy in her head, and walked a short distance in the direction of the Gu family, then sat on a stone and rested with her head.

Although Yangzhou is the third largest city in Dachang, but the ancient population is not much, it is such a big city The population is not dense, except for the Dragon Boat Festival dragon boat crossing such a festival, several lively streets will have traffic and horse congestion, on weekdays is not the road of the market, there are not many people coming and going.

Therefore, Qing Huan sat on the stone for a long time and did not see anyone passing by, and some feelings of desolation, helplessness and absurdity came out in the drunken and hazy center.

At this moment, there was a rumbling sound of carriages and horses, Qing Huan raised her eyebrows and looked up at the place where the sound came from, and saw a carriage that was familiar to her was driving in her direction.