"Am I dreaming?" Feng Chonglou reached out and pinched his thigh, and only after suffering the pain did he come to his senses and jump up suddenly.

Qiao Juzheng, who had always been steady, almost fell from his seat, stood up with Feng Chonglou, and walked towards Zhang Yi's location.

Yan Kuan lay weakly on the seat, and the two tributes behind him helped him up, sent Wen Qi into his body, and treated his injuries. Soon, Yan Kuan's face gradually returned to ruddy and opened his eyes.

These two tributes are the Zeng Fuzi Shan Qiusheng in Zhang Yifangcai's poems, and apart from Chen Shuwen, these two people's literary positions are the highest Chinese among the readers present.

There has always been a rule in the Literary Society, if the name of the character appears in the articles written by the scholars participating in the Literary Society, most of them choose the one with the highest status or literary rank. Zhang Yi wrote it in the poem, which excluded Chen Shuwen, the county magistrate.

Zhang Yi looked at Yan Kuan with self-reproach, and apologized in a low voice: "Brother Yan, I'm really sorry. Zhang Yixing did it, but he didn't expect that you would be eaten by Wenqi, which is really Zhang Yi's fault. ”

Yan Kuan waved his hand slightly, a smile appeared on his face, and said, "Zhang Zhenguo, don't be like this." Yan Kuan originally thought that if you could make a Mingzhou poem, I would take advantage of you. Who knew that your poem actually had the style of spreading the world, blame me, blame me, if my master is here, I am afraid that this poem can really make this poem famous all over the world. ”

"That's right, Zhang Zhenguo, don't blame yourself!"

"How fortunate it is that my generation of scholars can have the honor to witness the birth of a poem of Zhenguo! Mr. Yan is even more honored to be able to write this famous poem by himself!"

"I hate my lack of calligraphy and writing, otherwise I will definitely take Mr. Yan's place and write this poem by myself!"

Several scholars echoed the idea that it would be a great honor for a true literati to witness the birth of such famous texts, even if they were not their own work.

Liu Dezhao closed his open chin, bowed and saluted: "Zhang Zhenguo, Brother Yan was just eaten by the literary spirit, and he will recover soon, you must not take it to heart." It's just that this poem has been passed down all over the world, and you must continue to finish it. ”

"Yes, yes!"

"Zhang Zhenguo, if I am allowed to witness the birth of a poem that has been passed down to the world, I am willing to live for 30 years!"

"Seconded!"

Emotions are running high among the readers.

Zhang Yi looked around, everyone looked crazy, even Yan Kuan was extremely excited, and he couldn't wait to stand up and shout for Zhang Yi. Feng Chonglou Qiao Juzheng's eyes changed slightly.

And Chen Shuwen in the distance, blood spilled slightly from the corner of his mouth, and a faint broken sound came out of his body, presumably his heart suffered a heavy blow.

"No!" Zhang Yi said secretly, this body is only a sixteen-year-old boy, and he is already a genius when he makes Zhenguo poems.

If you really want to make poems that are passed down to the world in Xiucai's literary position, I am afraid that it will be focused on by Daoyi Academy and even the Great Zhou court. At that time, I am afraid that everything about myself will be exposed, and it will be difficult to find the master and the brothers of the Holy Academy.

Thinking of this, a look of pain appeared on Zhang Yi's face, and he said in a muffled voice: "Where Zhang Yixing came before, he said casually, but he never expected this poem to be able to control the country. But after this disturbance, the poetry has been lost, and the second half of the poem cannot be made for the time being. ”

"Alas......"

Hearing this, all the readers shook their heads, but poetry is the most important inspiration, and they can't do anything about it.

Yan Kuan frowned even more, not a taste in his heart, if it weren't for his poor strength and being eaten by his literary spirit, he would not wake up Zhang Yi, and a poem at the peak of the town and even the world would be born at this reception.

Zhang Yi laughed in a low voice: "Brother Yan, don't blame yourself, Zhang Yi thinks about it, even if I forcibly write a poem just now, I'm afraid it will be difficult to succeed." If Zhang Yi can make the second half of the poem in the future, he will definitely ask Brother Yan to write this poem for him. ”

"Zhang Zhenguo is righteous, and Yan Kuan is grateful. "Yan Kuan studied under Confucianism, has seen a lot of things, and has never been as immobile as a mountain and not alarmed. But as soon as Zhang Yi said this, he immediately cried with joy and was almost speechless.

With the great Confucian personally taught, Yan Kuan's evaluation of the article is naturally much better than that of many readers. Writing poetry pays attention to what is exciting, and once a famous poem has a good beginning, it is almost logical to follow.

Zhang Yi's half of the town's poems, the beginning is majestic, starting with the heroic autumn water, and the parents' green silk turns white, which can be called a stroke of genius, so that one sentence can go out of the county and two sentences to reach the house.

In the history of the Great Zhou Dynasty, there are naturally a few half-poems that are famous for the town, but only Xie Lingxian's "Mountain House" 10,000 years ago can be passed on to the world. But in Yan Kuan's opinion, even the poem "Mountain House" is by no means as natural as Zhang Yi's poem.

Yan Kuan is sure that once Zhang Yi's poem is completed, it will be famous all over the world, and if a poem that is passed on to the world is written by himself, it can be called a blessing in this life. Therefore, Zhang Yi made such a promise, which is a real fulfillment for Yan Kuan.

"No, Boren is injured because of me, this little thing is nothing. ”

Zhang Yi smiled slightly, and after calming Yan Kuan, Qiao Juzheng, who followed the trend, made a look. The two met, Feng Chonglou said goodbye to everyone, and Qiao Juzheng pulled Zhang Yi to escape from the reception.

Before leaving, Feng Chonglou secretly took half of the poem written by Yan Kuan from the table into his arms.

Such treasures can't fall into the hands of ordinary people, it's really a tyrannical thing!

......

"Ah Yi, you are so uninteresting! Then why did you add them to the poem, but I and Ah Qiao never appeared?" After returning to Zhang's mansion, Feng Chonglou still caught Zhang Yi and kept falling.

Zhang Yi pretended to be overly brainy and sleepy and tired of composing poems, and said in a low voice: "Didn't you tell me the rules for composing poems at the cocktail party before? Chen Shuwen was excluded, and only the two of them had the highest status and literary rank. ”

Feng Chonglou sighed and said angrily: "That's because you rarely attend cocktail parties, I'm afraid you don't understand the rules, so I said it casually." It's true that most literary clubs have this rule, but you are a poem that is expected to be famous all over the world, how can you use common theory, I don't care, when you continue the poem, you must change their names to me and Aqiao!"

Qiao Juzheng was also a little crying and laughing, and on the way to the drinking party, the two were worried that Zhang Yi didn't understand the rules of the drinking party, so they explained something to him. I didn't expect it to be self-defeating, and a good opportunity to spread the name of the article was lost in vain. Rao is Qiao Juzheng's heart, and he is a little unwilling.

"Chonglou, who made you ......talk so much at that time" Qiao Juzheng sighed lightly and defended Zhang Yi: "The poem has been completed, this half of the poem will soon spread all over the Fuliu country, if Zhang Yi changes it in the future, wouldn't it be a self-defilement?"

Feng Chonglou had to shake his head helplessly, but when he remembered the original half of the Zhenguo poem in his arms, his mood suddenly became much brighter.

In the following days, many literati and artists came to Zhangfu to ask for a visit, and even many famous families outside of Baima County came to pay a visit.

The most bizarre thing is that I don't know who spread the news, the head of Tianliang Lufu is very fond of Zhang Yi, and wants to marry the daughter of the head of the family to Zhang Yi, with a dowry of one million gold!

Zhang Yi smiled bitterly, originally just to hit Chen Shuwen, but he didn't expect that he would be a little burned. It seems that he must rush to the academy in advance, otherwise he will not be able to study quietly in Zhang's Mansion at all, and he can only avoid the siege and interception of all the scholars.

Inside the study of the Chen Mansion.

"Damn Zhangfu boy, you are so angry that there are cracks in your atrium, if it weren't for your outstanding heart, I'm afraid your atrium would have to be broken on the spot. The head of the family, Chen Donggu, slapped the table, and the expensive rosewood desk shattered to the ground.

Chen Shuwen sat on one side, his face pale, obviously his injuries had not healed. There were many people reading at the party that day, and he had to endure the pain of his atrium cracking and hide everything.

Hearing his father's roar at this moment, Chen Shuwen gritted his teeth and said: "Zhang Yi deliberately waited for me to compose poems first, and then made the prepared Zhenguo poems, in order to hit my literary reputation and confidence! Such a shame and humiliation, I will inevitably have to retaliate with a tooth for a tooth!"

Chen Zhongwen stood in the corner of the study, and immediately said when he heard the words: "Second brother, don't worry, this kid Zhang Yi said a big rebellious remark in the county office, Shanglidian will definitely punish him severely, and even if he makes poems that are spread all over the world, he will be beaten to the bottom!"

Thinking of Zhang Yi's nonsense that day, "being old and not dying is a thief", Chen Donggu and Chen Shuwen narrowed their eyes and nodded slightly.

......

Château between flowers.

Wu Sanchun was annoyed, grabbed Liu Dezhao and Wu Wenhua and complained: "Dezhao, you were the closest to Zhang Zhenguo at that time, who took the first half of Zhenguo's poem?"

Liu Dezhao couldn't help but laugh: "How did I know? At that time, I only cared about Brother Yan, and I didn't know which bastard was taken away! Such a treasure will definitely become the treasure of a famous town." ”

"I'm angry!" Wu Wenhua shook his head, at that time, he was crowded by everyone on the periphery, and he couldn't get close to Zhang Yiyankuan and the others at all, and where did he see who took the first copy of half of the Zhenguo poem.

"Wasn't it taken away by Brother Yan?" Wu Sanchun looked at Liu Dezhao with a little doubt, after all, Yan Kuan was the one who wrote it, if he took the first copy of this poem, it would be really difficult for others to fight.

Liu Dezhao shook his head firmly and said: "Brother Yan was eaten by Wen Qi at that time, even after Shan Qiusheng was rescued by Zeng's master, he didn't have the strength to move at all, how could he take the first book in his pocket." ”

"Who the hell is it?"

The three hosts of the reception racked their brains, and Zhang Yi's first half of the town's poems will soon be sold at a sky-high price. And many wealthy families may be interested in it.

No matter how high the price of such treasures, they are priceless in the hands of those who love poetry, and it is rare that such people will not take them out and sell them.

At the same time, there are many people who wonder about the whereabouts of half of the first book of Zhenguo's poems.

Yan Kuan quickly recovered as usual under the treatment of Shizun.

This great Confucian who loves poetry like his life heard that Yan Kuan had disappeared such a treasure, if it weren't for Yan Kuan's chagrin, he couldn't wait to slap his apprentice to death.