Promised! He actually agreed!

How dare he?

Lu Huailiang's brows furrowed, his face full of displeasure.

"Brother Lu, don't be angry, this Gu Dongjia is a rural villager, and he doesn't know the rules of the poetry club."

"Presumably it wasn't intentional, after the poetry meeting is over, let him apologize to Brother Lu." Tian Jiabing said with relief on the side.

In fact, not only Lu Huailiang, but most of the literati at the poetry meeting frowned.

This hero drunk and talented man brew tastes good, and even the red sleeve tricks are far better than the so-called famous wine Chunxiao.

But this only means that you, Gu Dongjia, will make wine! Just because you can write poetry doesn't mean you can write poetry!

If composing poetry and making wine are as simple as making wine, will we wait for ten years to be cold and seek fame and fame?

In fact, there is a deeper reason, Pang Juanzhi is the one who holds the bull's ear among the young generation of talents in Huainan.

If you make a wine casually, you can make the same poems as Pang Juanzhi. Then what kind of face do they have for those who study hard in the cold window, but they are still not as far away as Pang Juan?

also complains about Pang Juanzhi, drink wine, drink well, invite others to compose poems?

But they didn't dare to blame Pang Juanzhi, so they had to vent their grievances on Gu Beichuan.

And Gu Beichuan didn't seem to see these grievances and dissatisfactions, he just smiled and strode forward, "Gentlemen, listen to the dragon!" ”

Compare your own poetry to a dragon's chant? What a big breath!

"You don't see the water of the Huai River coming up from the sky, rushing to the sea and never returning."

However, when Gu Beichuan said the first sentence, the discussion on the scene was much quieter.

This...... It seems to be not bad, the Huai River is flowing endlessly, but it is magnificent.

"You don't see the sad white hair of the high hall mirror, and the morning is like green silk turning into snow at dusk."

Hiss!

Exclamations have already sounded at the scene!

Spiegel is sad and white-haired, and green silk turns into snow at dusk! Naturally, I feel that time is fleeting and the years are fleeting.

Individually, it's just neat and tidy, and it's quite meaningful. But if you look at it together with the previous sentence, it's amazing!

This is a comparison with the Huai River!

invisibly pushed the sadness of time to the peak.

These two sentences alone are enough to prove that Gu Beichuan has good attainments in poetry and writing!

"Life must be happy, don't make the gold bottle empty to the moon!"

"I am born to be useful, and I will come back when my daughter is gone!"

"Cooking sheep and slaughtering cattle for pleasure will require three hundred cups of drink."

……

"Five-flowered horses, daughters."

"Hu'er will exchange for fine wine, and sell eternal sorrow with you!"

When Gu Beichuan finished reading, the entire poetry meeting was already silent.

Bang Bang Bang!

Bang Bang Bang!

Just when everyone was still reminiscing about the artistic conception of the poem, an old man in a green shirt walked out of the darkness and took the lead in applauding.

"Good poetry! Good poetry of the first class! ”

"The first two sentences were originally a sad and frustrating tone, and I thought you were going to write some poems that lamented sadness and sadness, and time was fleeting."

Who thought about it, the next sentence immediately changed the tone. Persuade people to enter the wine, and the cup will not stop. ”

"Okay, a good person must be happy in life, don't make the gold bottle empty to the moon!"

"A good ancient sage is lonely, and only the drinker leaves his name."

"This poem, when there is a great romance, a great romance!"

Seeing this person, the four great talents were first taken aback, and then immediately said respectfully: "Old Qin." ”

Even Pang Juanzhi couldn't help but sober up a little, and said, "Old Qin, why are you here?" ”

If he is the one who holds the bull's ear among the young generation of literati in Huainan, then Qin Lao is the one who holds the bull's ear in the entire Huainan literary circle.

Calligraphy and painting are unique, and they are approaching the peak of poetry, even if you look at the whole Daqian, they are all first-class literary masters!

"Huainan Poetry Club, so lively, I naturally want to come and get together and take a look at my Huainan scholar's style."

"I didn't want to show my face, but who would have thought that I would encounter such a poem."

"I thought that the old man had already achieved some achievements in poetry. Now it seems that it is really a bit of a well-watching, and a leaf is blind. ”

"Juanzhi, who wrote this poem?"

"Don't hide it from Qin Lao, this poem is written by the owner of Liuji Wine Shop, Brother Gu Beichuan!"

"Gu Beichuan?"

"Yes, it's the kid." Gu Beichuan stepped forward and said.

Seeing that someone answered, Qin Xiuwen narrowed his eyes and looked at Gu Beichuan Tsai carefully.

After a long while, Fang exclaimed: "At such a young age, you can write such poems, you are really a hero and a teenager!" The ancients were honest and did not deceive me! ”

"Dare to ask the little brother, who did he learn from?"

"I didn't have a teacher, I was self-taught."

Hearing this, Qin Xiuwen, who was already shocked enough, widened his eyes again, his lips opened and closed, as if he wanted to say something, but he didn't know what to say.

After a long time, he sighed and said: "You are young, self-taught, and your attainments in poetry are not inferior to me, which is really embarrassing!" ”

What!

Hearing this, the people who were still indignant and unconvinced just now immediately died down.

Who is Qin Xiuwen?

The world's first-class Confucianism is the creation of Bailu Academy in Huainan, and the peach and plum are all over the world.

He is known as Mr. Bailu by the world, and his fame shocks the world!

Such a character said that Gu Beichuan's poetry attainments were not inferior to him, so what else is there to say?

Even Lu Huailiang restrained the anxiety and jealousy in his heart, and did not dare to make a mistake.

"Hahaha, I knew that Brother Beichuan was talented! Otherwise, we wouldn't have been able to make such a beautiful wine! ”

Throughout the scene, everyone was silently digesting the shock in their hearts. Only Pang Juanzhi, as always, laughed heartily.

"Oh? What wine? ”

"Old Qin, you see, the fine wine on this table is brewed by Brother Beichuan, and it is the best wine I have ever drunk!"

Hearing this, Qin Xiuwen's eyes lit up, and he also picked up his wine glass and took two sips.

When the wine entered his throat, his face suddenly changed, and he exclaimed: "It's really good wine!" ”

"Little Brother Gu, why don't you come up and have a good chat with us."

"Thanks to Elder Qin's invitation, the kid has this intention!"

He came to the Huainan Poetry Club for only two purposes, one was to fulfill the gambling contract with Zhang Ji, and the other was to promote his own wine.

Knowing Qin Xiuwen was an unexpected joy.

Soon, as Gu Beichuan entered the table, the poetry meeting continued.

It's just that the four talents who should be the people of the year seem to be reduced to foils at this moment.

Whether it was Qin Xiuwen or the rest of the talents, most of their eyes were focused on Gu Beichuan.

I wanted to test whether this son was not worthy of the name.

But he was quickly intimidated by his eloquent speech and demeanor, and couldn't help but praise in his heart, this son is talented!

Among the four talents, Pang Juanzhi is the closest to Gu Beichuan.

Because his poems tend to be heroic and romantic, he appreciates Gu Beichuan's "Will Enter the Wine" the most, and soon introduced Gu Beichuan as a confidant.

Qin Xiuwen was the same, he didn't hold a shelf, but intersected with Gu Beichuan's peers.

This also made Gu Beichuan feel a little more good about him, it seems that this is a really knowledgeable person, not some sour and rotten Confucian.

Only Lu Huailiang, even if he admired Gu Beichuan's talent, still had a cold face and didn't want to deal with him.