When the master leaves the cabinet, the most important thing is of course not the cabinet but the master.

If the word master is prefixed with the surname "Wang", it will be even more remarkable.

Few people know Wang Fuzi's real name, but they know that no matter whether the generation is high or low, whether the kinship is near or far, whether it is the supreme emperor in the world who often likes to drink on the star-picking tower, or the ninth-rate peddler and pawn in the fireworks alley of the 49 Emperor City, in short, when any identity faces this old gentleman, it is always a natural and righteous thing to call "Wang Fuzi".

Wuyi Lane Zhulangjun toured ten famous cities in the north and south of the river, and there were two people with this team, one was Xie Yuan of the Xie family, and the other was the master of the Wang family. However, everyone knows that Xie Yuan is the only one who is really in charge, and the master is just accompanying him.

Whenever they go to a city, the first person local celebrities visit can only be Wang Fuzi.

No one has an opinion on this, because Master Zi can really be called a contemporary master among the literati of the Qi Kingdom.

Every time they go to a city, they will take over a famous local building, the downstairs hall middle school students to test their poetry talents, and the upstairs pavilion master and local university scholars to discuss learning.

To the outside world, it is called communicative learning, but in fact it is more just the master lecturing.

Now that the master is out of the cabinet, it is naturally a noticeable thing. Everyone saw the old man looking downstairs for a moment, and then talked to the young attendant on the side for a few words, and then the attendant suddenly shouted: "Master admires Yuan Gongzi's poetry, please go upstairs to talk!"

As soon as these words came out, even Xie Yuan and the others were taken aback.

"Master, please come upstairs?"

This is really sudden news, looking at the literati of the Enlightenment Kingdom, if there is a young man who is appreciated by the master, it goes without saying that as long as he embarks on the road of the imperial examination in the future, he will definitely be on the rise.

Who wouldn't be surprised?

Yuan Lai was not surprised, because he didn't know who this Wang Master was, but from the attitude of everyone, it was just an adult with status, and nothing else.

So he was very indifferent, too indifferent.

In addition, he was also curious, curious that it was just two poems, and this battle was also a bit exaggerated.

Tu Su was slightly stunned, and then said with a smile: "Master, please, Yuan Xiaogongzi is willing to go upstairs?"

Yuan Lai nodded and said, "Okay." ”

He got up, turned his head and said lightly to Yuan Li, who was already completely stupid: "You wait for me here, and I'll be back in a while." ”

Looking at the blazing sun, he thought for a while, and then instructed: "It's hot, you want to buy a watermelon when we go back, and remember to have the well water frozen." ”

Yuan Li nodded dumbfoundedly.

"Well, let's go. Yuan Lai said with confidence, Tu Su and the gentlemen walked in front, and he followed behind, leaving only a shed of speechlessness.

Wang Fuzi summoned Xiao Xu, what a proud thing this is, isn't it worth being overjoyed? At this time, he did not forget to ask his subordinates to buy watermelons to eat...... That's really ......

"No wonder you are called a fool......," someone whispered.

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Yuan Lai was still a little nervous, although it seemed that there was no danger in this matter, but it was inconvenient for him to pretend to be stupid at this time, and he always felt a little uneasy, especially when he remembered that his father should not be frightened after the news of the matter here spread throughout the city, the stupid son suddenly turned into a talent in Shencheng, and this gorgeous turn was a little laborious for ordinary people to accept.

But those questions are not what needs to be considered in front of him after all, and now he is going upstairs to meet the master of the Wang family, I don't know what that person wants to say to himself, but it's better not to have a drama about teaching questions, it's too vulgar.

No one went up to the second floor with him, and the rest of the people were already busy making the final comparison, and the final result of the comparison had not yet been decided.

So when he went upstairs alone and came to the door of the little pavilion that had been closed again, he suddenly found that it was very quiet.

It was much quieter than in the pergola or on the first floor, standing on the porch, he didn't rush to push the door in, from here he could see the river that ran through Shencheng, bent like a dragon lying on dry land.

After looking at the scenery for a while, he reached out and pushed the door open after the heat in his heart was gone.

There was only one person sitting in it.

"I've had many guests, but you're the only one who doesn't knock. The master said suddenly.

Yuan Lai was still struggling with whether to pretend to be stupid or pretend to be deep, but when he heard this, he immediately didn't plan to be silent, he immediately replied: "Many people invite me as a guest, and you are the only one who doesn't greet you outside the door!"

Wang Fuzi was stunned for a moment, and began to look at this young man seriously.

Yuan Lai was also observing the other party. Wang Fuzi is about fifty years old, no matter how accurate he is, he can't see it, wearing a wide Confucian robe, his appearance is not special, only a pair of eyes are wise and clear, faintly revealing pressure.

However, it was not these eyes that attracted Yuan Lai, but the elegant and fragrant and calm temperament around the master's body. He sat peacefully in the room, and suddenly there was no more noise around him.

There is no dust in the courtyard, and there is spare time in the empty room.

There is a basin of landscape water indoors.

Bonsai is a tall mountain, there is green on the mountain, there is a stream of water under the mountain, the water flow is clear and flowing, with a light blue color, and the sound of flowing water always makes people feel quiet.

There are always a few things in the world, and when it makes a sound, you don't feel noisy, you just feel quiet.

"You may be seated. The Master looked at it and smiled.

There was no tall table in the room, only a low table, and there were two futons, one of which the master sat on, and Yuan Lai also sat the other.

Yuan Lai didn't speak first, he couldn't figure out what the old man meant, although it was likely that he only admired the two poems he had written. This should be a good thing, it can be seen from the envious looks of others, but he is still not ready to speak first, he knows some negotiation skills, and no matter how bad he is, he has read some chivalrous novels that are somewhat similar to this situation.

Although even if he didn't speak, in the eyes of others, the young man had no momentum compared to the master.

After being silent for a while, Wang Fuzi smiled lightly: "I heard that you have written a good poem, can you show me?"

Yuan Lai was silent, and suddenly remembered that this master had just left the pavilion and entered the pavilion, and he may not have read the two poems, the words were not in his hands, he only had the paper of the poem "Chrysanthemum" written by himself, so he took out the folded paper from his clothes, unfolded it and handed it over.

Wang Fuzi looked down carefully, and for a while the room was as quiet as after rain.

After a while, Wang Fuzi suddenly said: "The handwriting is good. ”

Yuan Lai was a little surprised, this old man wanted to read poetry, and the first evaluation he gave turned out to be words.

"It's not pretty. Yuan said.

He is not humble in what he said, although he practiced calligraphy is a small success, but to this ancient world, and thousands of people who were born to hold a brush, it is really not an achievement in this calligraphy, the only unique I am afraid is only the font, the face has been passed down for thousands of years, and it does have its bright color. I just don't know if there is a calligraphy system similar to Yan Ti in this world.

Wang Fuzi smiled and said, "It's really not very good-looking, but it's not ugly." ”

Yuan Lai felt that this master was a sincere person, and he couldn't help but feel very kind.

"But I really value the character of the muscles, and you can see a person's heart from the words. Master Wang said slowly.

"Oh, can you see what my heart looks like?"

The Master looked at him deeply, remained silent, and then handed the paper back.

The sound of running water is still there, and the silence is still there.

"I heard, you're an idiot?" said the master.