The ox cart and leather goods were detained by the county order, so naturally they couldn't just leave it at that, Xu Wenshan instructed Lu Ze and Spider to say a few words, and then let them go out to do errands. He rested at the inn until the afternoon.

Calculate the time, and when it was time to make an appointment with Xu Jing, he went out lazily, and slowly shook to the Ji family bookstore according to the locals.

The bookstore was already overcrowded, looking like local scholars and students, and red silk hydrangeas were also hung on the bookstore signboards. The helper of the bookstore sprinkled a lot of freshly picked wildflowers on the ground, and carried a few stacks of books on the table of the red silk shop. An old scholar came out and waved his hand, and the audience burst into applause, and the scene was filled with a lively and cheerful atmosphere.

Xu Wenshan looked around for Xu Jing's traces and found that she was standing in the corner of the field at this time, her expression looking very nervous. Xu Wenshan couldn't help but laugh dumbly, this cynical master dressed as a man still has such a well-behaved side.

The old scholar sat down, waved his hand, signaled the audience to be quiet, and then said: "Today is the day of great joy for your classmate Wang Haoran, his first collection of poems has finally been published. Now, he himself should be presiding over the book sale in the capital, and the scene must be unprecedented. We wish him a great success in his new book! ”

The audience applauded, and many scholars were envious and jealous at this time, but they didn't expect that Wang Haoran, a kid, was too far ahead of his peers, and he could buy books in the capital at this age.

I don't know how many new poetry collections are sold in the capital every year, and if you want to make your poetry collection compete with so many masters in the capital, you have to face huge pressure, and you must have an extremely good quality of your own poetry collection in order to stand out in the Shura field where many poetry collections are fighting.

At a young age, Wang Haoran had to go to the capital to personally cheer for his poetry collection, and he didn't know how much pressure he had to withstand.

The old scholar said: "I am honored to be invited by Wang Haoran to help him host a book sale in his hometown of Shaxian, and as his teacher, I feel very gratified. If you all had Wang Haoran's potential, my hair wouldn't have turned gray so quickly. ”

Most of the young people in the audience were students of this old scholar, and they all laughed when they heard this, and Xu Jing on the side also covered his mouth and smiled.

After the scholar finished speaking, he commented on the poetry collection, and then the bookstore owner also came out to say a few words, and then it was time for the main play: the poetry session.

Xu Jing appeared.

She is dressed in white clothes and white crowns today, with two ribbons hanging down on her crown, her demeanor is graceful, her eyebrows are like willow leaves and her eyes are like stars, and she is much more handsome than many men in men's clothes.

Xu Jing's popularity is obviously very good, as soon as she came on stage, there was a lot of applause below, Xu Jing covered his mouth and chuckled, and after a long time, the scene quieted down. At this time, Xu Jing began to recite poems.

Before reciting the poem, Xu Jing had to say two sentences: "Xiaosheng is only a shallow learner, and after knowing that he was going to be the first to dedicate a poem this time, he was still nervous and couldn't sleep, for fear that the poem he made would be bad and embarrass Brother Haoran." ”

The crowd laughed.

Xu Jing said again: "This morning, with the help of a friend, I got a song entitled "Wanqiu Spring Rain and Early Ji". ”

He cleared his throat and began to read:

"The taste of the world is as thin as a veil for many years, who makes the horseback rider Jinghua.

Xiaolou listened to the spring rain overnight, and sold apricot blossoms in the Ming Dynasty in the deep alleys.

The dwarf paper is oblique and idle, and the fine milk plays tea in the sunny window.

Plain clothes don't sigh in the dust, and they can go home as if they were Qingming. ”

As soon as this poem came out, the audience fell silent.

The old scholar suddenly spoke: "Zijing, you write down this poem and show it to the old man." ”

Xu Jing nodded, and copied the poem neatly. The old scholar took the paper tremblingly, read it twice, shook his head and read it again, and said, "Okay! Good! Good! ”

The old scholar put down the paper and said, "I didn't expect Zijing to be able to write such poems, and I thought you only loved to have fun all day long." ”

There was a humane person at the bottom: "Sir, this poem is very good, but the disciple doesn't know what's good, please interpret the poem and teach me." ”

The person next to him also chimed in: "Please interpret the poem and teach me to wait!" ”

The old scholar said: "It's okay, the poetry will be postponed, let's have a poetry interpretation meeting first, I don't understand it first, and listen to how you interpret it, you can talk freely." ”

The old scholar seemed to take the interpretation of this poem as an on-site teaching, ordering soldiers and generals, and ordering people to get up to interpret the poem. The people below also have their own opinions on this poem.

Someone said: "The disciple believes that the poetic eye of this poem lies in the sentence 'Xiaolou listened to the spring rain overnight, and sold apricot blossoms in the deep alley in the Ming Dynasty', which is written elegantly and timelessly, and is endlessly evocative. ”

Another human: "What Brother Zi'an said is true. However, the disciple has something to add. The title of this poem is 'Spring', and there are very few spring scenes in this poem, but in this sentence alone, the spring scenery of the capital has been written vividly and vividly. If we usually write about spring scenes, most of us will write about the riverside, the fields, and the green, and few of us will write about the city, let alone the capital. It's just that the spring scene of the town is difficult to write. The scenery of the town, all four seasons are green tiles and green bricks, which cannot reflect the characteristics of spring, but Brother Zijing's poem is unique, and he can keenly discover the spring scenery in the capital, and tease the spring with a good sentence, which is the most rare. ”

Another humanitarian: "What's even more rare is that the spring scene of this sentence is only 'heard'." The sound of spring rain and selling apricot blossoms is what the poet hears rather than seems. ”

One person suddenly said: "Wonderful, wonderful, after listening to everyone's opinions, I just figured it out." The beauty of this poem is not only the sentence "Xiaolou listens to the spring rain all night", but the whole poem is integrated. In this poem, all of them are just written about living in the capital, and the whole poem reveals a strong sense of melancholy. So the spring scene is only heard, not seen. Zijing's ability to write about the spring scene is so melancholy, this kind of pen power is really amazing. ”

Another person said: "I don't know if you have found it, 'Xiaolou listened to the spring rain all night', which on the other hand wrote that Zijing had not slept all night, and the nostalgia and sorrow were simply on the paper." This sentence is really rich in meaning, and the more you read it, the more interesting it becomes. ”

Another said: "Don't be so pessimistic. The tone of Brother Zijing's poem is indeed melancholy, but why not have a glimmer of hope in the sorrow? You see, if you don't go out, the spring can enter your ears through the paper window, which shows how full of spring is! The poet still has enthusiasm in his heart! ”

The more people talked, the more they didn't understand, and they all expressed their opinions on the poem. Different people had different opinions, so they slowly quarreled, and there were many people who quarreled about the interpretation of the poem, but the tone was the same: it was a wonderful poem.

The more he listened to the praise of the people below, the redder Xu Jing's face became, and in the end, he simply covered his face with his sleeve.

She was very happy, inexplicably happy. She didn't write the poem, but she was unusually happy with the compliments of others. Of course, in her heart, these praises are not for her, but for that "Xu Cong".

She was happy for Xu Wenshan.

She wanted to wait for the discussion to be over, and then tell everyone that this poem was not written by herself, but by Xu Cong. But as the discussion became more and more intense, she became more and more speechless. With so many people giving praise to themselves, if they suddenly say that the poem is someone else's, will they be attacked by angry people?

She suddenly wanted to see Xu Wenshan and ask for his opinion, but she searched around the crowd, but she never saw Xu Wenshan's people.

Xu Wenshan missed the appointment.

She immediately felt angry.

Xu Wenshan didn't miss the appointment, but he had already left.

When Xu Jing was reciting poetry, he found the owner of the bookstore.

"It's not that I don't want to come out, it's that I can't get it, I can't get the book number, and I can't help it." The boss said to Xu Wenshan with a wry smile.

What he was holding in his hand was Xu Wenshan's collection of Wen and Li poems.