As the son of the county commander, although Xie Changan's skills are measurable, he is used to showing off his power in the academy.

The scholars pursed their lips and kept silent, not wanting to offend him.

After they were quiet, Xie Changan turned his head and wanted to discuss with Fan Tong and ask him to be accommodating.

"Ahem, what, I'll write it. Gu Bai stood up.

He wasn't used to being watched.

Li Fuyou, who was theorizing, looked back in surprise, "Old Gu, can you write poetry?"

"A few poems from someone else. Gu Bai asked Fan Tong, "Some of them are still just a few words, is this okay?"

Fan Tong wanted to shake his head, but when he saw Xie Changan and Li Fuyou glaring at him, he hurriedly stopped, "It has to be unknown." ”

He thought he would make do.

As long as what was written was barely a poem, not a familiar poem, he let them in.

These two Tai Sui, one really dares to break ground, and the other is the son of the county order, he can't afford to provoke him.

Gu Bai nodded.

These poems are indeed unknown to the people of this world.

Gu Bai took the pen and paper and wrote the paper held by the little girl in Tsing Yi.

Li Fuyou leaned over and read curiously.

"Busy places to leave people to live in idle places, think about everything, and there is no place for pleasure. Spending time and breaking sentences, there is only love in the world. In front of the Jade Tea Hall, the red candle welcomes people, and the handsome country helps. But the lovesickness is not negative, and the peony pavilion is on the three-life road. ”

"This butterfly love flower was written for Lao Li. ”

Gu Bai raised his head and asked the little servant to take the paper away and change it again.

"Dreams are short and dreams are dreams, and years and years are gone. ”

Gu Bai stopped writing again, "This is Lao Wang's." ”

"People are easy to get old, things are too bad, and dreams are difficult to grow. A little affectionate, three points of shallow soil, half of the wall of the sun. ”

"The sinking fish and the geese and birds are frightened, and the shy flowers are closed and the moon flowers are trembling. ”

Gu Bai's last two and a half sentences were written together on a piece of paper, "This is our master and servant." ”

Gu Bai stopped his pen, rubbed his wrist and raised his head, surprised to see Xie Changan and Li Fuyou looking at him dumbfounded.

"What's wrong with you?" Gu Bai was inexplicable.

Are these poems already there?

In the sentences of "The Peony Pavilion", there are many melting of Tang and Song poems, but in this world, there should be no such thing, right?

Xie Changan came to his senses, "Lao Gu, the first poem is good, give it to me, the one I wrote is for Lao Li." ”

"Why, mine. ”

Li Fuyou pulled him away and approached Gu Bai himself.

"Lao Gu, it's okay, this poem... Even though I don't read much, I know it's a good song. ”

Xie Changan leaned over and gave Gu Bai a shoulder.

"Okay, Lao Gu, I hid it deeply, I used to think you were knowledgeable, but I didn't expect you to be quite talented. ”

Gu Bai hurriedly clarified, "This is not what I did. ”

"Come less. ”

Xie Changan pointed behind Gu Bai, "Although we don't read much, who are these people? ”

At this time, these scholars were either surprised, or discussing, or tasting the poems that Gu Bai had just written.

If Gu Bai's poems were not from his own hands, these scholars would have recognized them and pointed them out.

After all, not to mention the latter, just to say the first word, it is not possible to say that it shocks the past and the present, but it is by no means nameless.

"None of them have read these poems, and you still say you didn't write them yourself?"

Xie Changan had a look on his face, don't lie to me.

"Old Gu, let's not be modest, this is not a bad thing, don't say the previous words. They may not be able to write the remaining sentences in the following sentences. Li Fuyou was very proud, and tilted his head and deliberately said it to those scholars.

In Li Fuyou's view, the fragments prove that these poems were written by Gu Bai.

Gu Bai corrected them seriously, "These poems are really not from my hand, but from a script for "The Peony Pavilion". ”

The two of them were stunned, "The script, "The Peony Pavilion, why haven't we heard of it?"

"Oh. Xie Changan suddenly said, "Old Gu, did you write this book yourself?"

Gu Bai waved his hand.

"No, no. This is a notebook I picked up by chance. The gentleman who wrote this book has passed away.,I'm copying this play book recently.,It's going to be sold in the bookstore soon.。 ”

When Gu Bai said this, his voice rose, "These poems are just hors d'oeuvres, and there are many fragments of poems in them. Even if it is a play, it is also written with great charm and artistic conception, if you are interested, please go to the bookstore on North Street to buy it. ”

"We know where your library is, you..."

Xie Changan had something to say, and was stopped by Li Fuyou.

He lowered his voice: "Lao Gu is soliciting business for his bookstore." ”

Xie Changan was stunned.

At this time, a scholar asked suspiciously: "Are these poems really from a play book?"

Gu Bai nodded.

"Who is the gentleman who wrote the notebook?" asked the scholar.

Not to mention the script, just these poems are enough to prove that this gentleman is talented.

"Tang Yi is still. ”

The scholars don't know who Tang Yi is still by, but since he has a name and a surname, he shouldn't have done it by Gu Bai.

Thinking about it this way, they have a little more balance in their hearts.

Otherwise, these poems were written by a country boy who had never entered the academy, and it would be obvious that they were too incompetent.

However, this Mr. Tang Yiyi is also strange.

can write such a poem fragment, but it is unknown.

Is it a sinner, using a pen name?

Or a hermit?

Everyone was puzzled and secretly decided to go to the bookstore to buy a copy when they had time to see each other.

Gu Bai asked Fan Tong, "Now we can go in." ”

"Yes, of course. Fan Tong smiled like a flower.

Don't blame him for being in a good mood.

The words in the front and the half of the poems in the back are all masterpieces.

There is a rule in the Qinglou that whoever writes this poem has the right to write it into a song and sing it.

Meng Xiaoxi will go to Huiji County in the near future, and he needs some poems to compose a song as a stepping stone in Huiji County.

He felt that the first word was appropriate.

Of course, anyone can sing these poems.

But there is also a first-come, first-served approach.

If Meng Xiaoxi writes a song and sings it first, the people behind him can only be covered by Meng Xiaoxi's song unless they are particularly brilliant.

There are many people who listen to it, and everyone will recognize Meng Xiaoxi's tunes.

In this way, fame and prestige are all gone.

The only thing that makes Fan Tong regret is that this poem was not made by Gu Bai.

If he made it, he could also make a name for Meng Xiaoxi.

In this way, as long as the word spreads, Meng Xiaoxi can become famous.

Of course, nothing is perfect.

Fan Tong asked a few maids to come over and lead Xie Chang'an and them upstairs.

"Old Gu, this Tang Yi is still not a name of your own nonsense, right?" asked Li Fuyou as he went upstairs.

"That's it, Lao Gu, don't hide your talent, this thing is the same as pregnancy, you can't hide it. Xie Changan also said.

"Fuck off, this gentleman is a gentleman I admire so much. ”

Gu Bai pointed to himself, "Besides, I didn't enter the academy, and the second unknown teacher pointed out, am I the one who can write such poems?"

"Old Gu, you are just too modest. ”

Xie Changan stayed with Gu Bai for a long time, and felt that Gu Bai was really talented.

"Chaowen said, Xi Ke is dead, such powerful words are said, what's wrong with writing a poem?"

Gu Bai smiled, "I didn't say this either. ”