Xu Qian squeezed into the crowd and saw a small poem written on the white-plastered wall.

The poems are neatly written, and the book is the life of the owner of the house, and the last sentence is more meaningful, entrusting the poet's yearning for fame.

Xu Qian's attainments in poetry are not low now, at least the level of appreciation is by no means below ordinary people.

At first glance, I immediately felt that this poem was good, and I heard the strange voices of onlookers.

"Young Master Yang's talent, it is said that he improvised when he passed by Duke Xie's mansion."

"This poem is more atmospheric than the poetry contest in Zuiyun Tower a few days ago."

"Sure enough, he is worthy of being Mr. Wu's high apprentice, and it is no wonder that Gong Xie asked people to carefully protect this poem, although Gong Xie lives in Hangzhou, his attainments do not care about the world, but he is a person who loves talents."

Xu Qian sneered in his heart, what Mr. Wu, but he is also a person who deceives the world and steals his name, as for what Yang Caizi, it is just a mutual praise between scholars, a so-called genius writes poems on the courtyard wall of a certain gentry, and the gentry expresses his love for talent, one is to promote his talent, the other is to express his love for talent, two bed bugs together, the smell is similar.

Especially in the poems, the flesh and numb praise of the master made Xu Qian feel disgusting, what mansion will be desolate, and the owner of this mansion is compared to a gentleman who is not stained by mud, the court is dark, and the owner of this mansion is in the middle of the wood.

Xu Qian sneered.

Drunk, he suddenly thought of something, bent down to pick up a piece of gravel, and then wrote under the white wall: "The rolling Yangtze River is passing away, and the waves are sweeping away the heroes." Success or failure turns empty, the green mountains are still there, and the sunset is red several times. On the white-haired fisherman river, accustomed to watching the autumn moon and spring breeze. A pot of turbid wine is happy to meet, and many things in ancient and modern times are laughing and talking. ”

This poem was written by Yang Shen in this dynasty, but unfortunately in Xu Qian's memory, Yang Shen made this word in the third year of Jiajing because of the anger of the Son of Heaven, when he was exiled by the court staff, he felt desolate in his heart for a while.

It's just that it's just the early years of Jiajing, and Yang Shen is still proud at this time, so this word has not yet been born.

Xu Qian was full of resentment towards Mr. Wu in his heart, and he was unhappy when he saw this talented man, and suddenly remembered this poem under the catalysis of the wine.

"Haha...... Don't you boast of the master of this place? Isn't it a yearning for fame? I simply poured a basin of cold water on you, but I want to see if you are ashamed or not. ”

After the end of the poem, only powder was left, Xu Qian clapped his hands, swayed under the stunned gaze of everyone, and was about to leave.

He couldn't help muttering: "It's time to go back, Deng Jian's house is probably still waiting for me to pay for the wine, oh...... Yes, my son hasn't written an inscription yet. ”

He almost stumbled down to pick up a piece of rubble, and was about to start writing under the poem, but he hesitated for a moment.

Who is the inscription?

Your own name in the book?

Seems a little embarrassed.

But Yang Shen's name in the book......

It's not proper, it's not proper, Xu Qian shook his head again.

Then his eyes suddenly lit up, laughed, and then wrote: "Go up the mountain to fight the tiger book." ”

He turned around to leave, but at this time, a few people in green clothes and small hats stopped him, and the first one was clearly dressed as a steward, holding his hands and scolding Xu Qian: "Who are you?" Dare to spread wild on my lord's house. ”

Xu Qian couldn't help but say, "Who is your master?" ”

The steward said proudly: "The master of my family is Xie Gong, a cabinet scholar, and he is my Daming Zaifu." ”

Xu Qian sneered: "Xie Qian? I've heard of him, he is a former cabinet bachelor, but he can also be called a public word, but you are also bold, Taizu once issued an edict, but he said that he claimed to be the one who slaughtered the assistant, and killed the whole family, the bachelor is the bachelor, where did the zaifu come from? ”

The steward said viciously: "You are ruining my Xie family's court, and you dare to talk nonsense, come, come, come,

Take down this madman and lock him up first. ”

After hearing this, a few little guys rushed up like wolves and tigers to hold Xu Qian and drag Xu Qian away.

"Who...... Whoever dares to take me, I am Qiantang...... Qiantang ......"

At this time, Xu Qian was already drunk and gradually lost consciousness......

"Steward Yang, what should I do with these words?"

The steward snorted coldly, and said with a blue face: "The sky is dark now, let's call someone to scrub it tomorrow." ”

The spectators saw the excitement, and saw that the people from Xie Mansion had already carried Xu Qian away, and immediately surrounded him, still discussing: "That kid is arrogant, I really don't know what the way to come, Yang Gongzi can mention poetry here, that is people who have learned through the past and the present; Bachelor Xie doesn't care about him, that's also because Bachelor Xie has a heart of love and talent, but a nobody dares to scribble on the wall of someone's door, it's really nonsense. ”

"There are countless crazy people like this in Hangzhou, there will always be a few ridiculous people, and it's nothing, most of the people in Xie Mansion want to teach him a good lesson, let him teach him a long lesson."

"That man...... I've vaguely seen it, a little like the arrogant child Xu Qian recently. ”

"Is it really him?"

"I don't know this, the person was drunk just now, and I can't see it clearly."

Suddenly, someone sneered and said: "If it is this son, it is not strange, it is said that this son does not learn and has no skills, but he always speaks wildly, and his character is extremely bad, such a person can take the county test, it is really a joke." ”

"Let's not talk about that, let's see what he wrote on the wall."

Everyone gathered around and looked at the poems on the wall with disdain, and then someone laughed: "Rolling Yangtze River East Passing Water, haha...... This sentence is really bland. ”

Immediately after that, someone frowned slightly and said, "The waves sweep away the heroes...... This...... It's kind of interesting. ”

Among the spectators, there were some people who were coarse in poetry, and they all looked at it with disdain, and even someone made a mockery or two from time to time, but then, many people couldn't laugh.

This poem has a lofty artistic conception, and it is actually a little more charm and emotion than Yang Qing's poems, and people can't help but feel amazed when they read it.

If you read Yang Qing's poems, it will make people feel full of fame, but looking at the poems signed 'Fighting Tigers on the Mountain' makes people disheartened and cold, and makes people feel that all thoughts are burning, as if the fame and fortune in the world will eventually become unreal.

After that, no one said a word, even a few of the most fiercely ridiculed people were fascinated, savoring the poem, as if they were understanding something.

After a long time, suddenly someone patted his forehead and walked away quickly, and everyone glanced at the person who hurried away with disdain, as if they felt that this person had gone in such a hurry that he had abruptly understood the meaning of the poem.

The man who had gone quickly went and returned, but he came back sweating profusely, with pen and ink in his hand and white paper, and then lay on the ground and copied the poems on the wall.

Only then did everyone suddenly realize that they didn't want to leave at all, but went to take pen and ink to transcribe poems.

Many followed suit and hurried away.

After all, Hangzhou is the heyday of literary style, most people have a kind of vassal elegance for the talent for catchy poetry, and now after reading a refreshing poem, naturally some people want to copy it and carefully reminisce.

The sky has darkened, but gradually, there are more and more people around here, and even alarmed many scholars to come by car and sedan car, many people began to relish the poems of "going up the mountain to fight tigers" and the poems of Yang Caizi to compare, and some people just quietly taste the artistic conception of the two poems, and some people are speculating about who this is going up the mountain to fight tigers, some people can't help but sneer: "Go up the mountain to fight tigers, such an alias is really a bit vulgar, such a good word, it's a pity, it's a pity ......"

Someone retorted with a sneer: "Vulgarity is elegance, don't you even know this?" ”

The person who spoke before suddenly said, "Ah...... It's me who lost my words, lost my words......"