"Yellow sand wears gold armor in a hundred battles, and if you don't break the Northern Yan, you won't return it!" Wang Tiexuan kept muttering to himself, his face full of disbelief.

The artistic conception in this poem is so simple and easy to understand, but it is so shocking.

Was this really written by a teenager who was not more than twenty years old?

And he has never been to the side and has never been to the battlefield?

Fantastic! It's incredible!

This son, wisdom is almost demonic!

Mr. Drunkard also stood up and praised, saying: "Brother Gu's attainments in poetry really make me ashamed. ”

"Hahaha, this is my Huainan talent!" Qin Xiuwen raised his eyebrows and laughed.

Xiang Zhirou's gaze at Gu Beichuan was even more incredible, those eyes were like ripples in autumn water, charming and moving.

Now there is more tenderness and sweetness in it, so how can people bear it?

She has been trying her best to overestimate everyone's literary talent, but only now did she realize that she was still underestimating.

Everyone's talents, like the stars in the sky, are unattainable.

It is also like the vast East China Sea, which is unfathomable.

Such a masterpiece, long in Huainan, should be a blessing for the Huainan literary world!

She could even foresee that when these two poems reached Kyoto, the so-called literary world would be shocked.

Gu everyone, you are a natural talent!

The talents in the audience looked at each other, and they could see the sluggishness, stunned, and dazed on each other's faces.

In this situation, they are really a little ...... Unbelievable.

Overnight, three masterpieces were born.

And it's all from one person!

Who would dare to believe this?

"Taking care of everyone's talents, I can't wait for the dust!"

Bang bang, bang bang.

Suddenly, the audience applauded.

Everyone seemed to be cheering for the birth of Huainan Wenqu Star!

"Brother Gu Xian, I don't know this poem, can I have a poem name?" On the high platform, Qin Xiuwen asked.

This poem is called "From the Army". I don't know what you think? ”

"Good poem name! A few days later, I called on people to spread the poems "Zhenyumen" and "From the Army" to Kyoto, so that you can be completely famous in the Daqian literary world! ”

Qin Xiuwen was very happy, and seemed to have imagined the shocked appearance of those little old men in Kyoto after seeing these two poems.

Although Gu Beichuan is not a student he taught, he is a talented man in Huainan, so he can naturally raise his eyebrows and exhale to avenge the ridicule of the year!

Gu Beichuan smiled helplessly, if he could, he really didn't want to be so famous in the literary world.

After all...... People who are good at fame are afraid that they will also be burdened by fame in the future.

It's better to do business, spend the money you earn by yourself, be free and have no scruples.

As for those false names in the literary world, if you don't bring them in life or in death, what's the use?

But the matter has come to this point, but he can't help it, so he simply let it go and accept it calmly.

After "From the Army" was made, neither King Jing nor everyone asked Gu Beichuan to compose poems, after all, everything must have a degree, and it is too much.

Three songs in one night is already a shocking move.

In the second half of the poetry meeting, they were staggered, drinking and having fun, and finally dispersed.

As for composing poetry......

To be reasonable, with Gu Beichuan's three masterpieces in front of Zhuyu, even if the rest of the talents really have prepared poems, I am afraid that they will not dare to take them out.

In this poetry meeting, King Jing ate the famous dishes of Feihong and Tenglong, and was very happy.

Everyone got Gu Beichuan's three poems, and they were also very happy.

The talented people were also very happy to see that Gu Beichuan had made a name for Huainan.

There is only one person, who is quite resentful.

When the guests left, Pang Juanzhi sat alone in the hunting wind. For a while, I only felt miserable and miserable, so I was not sad.

Good guy, he has been preparing for so long, but in the end, he didn't even have the opportunity to compose poetry on stage, what a miserable word.

Brother Gu, Brother Gu, I thought you were here to share one or two for me.

But who would have thought about it......

Alas! A sigh that looks extraordinarily long in the autumn wind.

Pang Juanzhi clenched his fists, gritted his teeth, stood up, and said:

"I can't drink all day long, it's so muddy."

"I should strive to be the first and march forward, so that I can hope to surpass Brother Gu."

"Otherwise, I'm afraid that I will be left far behind!"

……

Three days later.

Gu's family in the south of the city, Gu Beichuan took back his pen and ink, stuffed the written rice paper into the small bamboo tube on Xiaoqing's legs, and saw Xiaoqing waving his wings and flying away.

In recent days, its workload has increased day by day!

Gu Beichuan was also secretly puzzled, for some reason, since the second Huainan Poetry Conference, the correspondence between the girl and him has become closer and closer.

At least once a day, or worse, twice a day.

And also revealed his name - Zhirou!

It's just that he refuses to say anything about his surname.

I don't know if it's Gu Beichuan's illusion, he always feels that this Zhirou girl reveals a little admiration for herself in and out of her words.

But...... Since they didn't show it, Gu Beichuan couldn't say anything.

After all, in his time, he was afraid that he would be named a Puxin man.

It's better to go with the flow.

Knock knock.

There was a knock on the door.

"Come in."

The next moment, Fu Bo walked in and looked at Gu Beichuan, his eyes could not hide the meaning of longing.

"Young master, today, the owners of those restaurants came to you again, are you still missing?"

"No, after three days of drying them, it's time to wrap it up." Gu Beichuan said with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

……

The box on the second floor of Fei Hung Restaurant.

Except for Zhao Tenglong, all the restaurant owners in Huainan are basically gathered here.

"Liu Dongjia, you say, what does this Gu Beichuan mean by suddenly agreeing to see us?"

"What else can you mean? In my opinion, it's nothing more than fear. After all, there are a lot of us, and if we gather together, plus the imperial chef Sun Huaimin, we can also share a lot of Feihong's business. ”

It sounds like a long morale, but it's just a matter of listening. If you really believe it, I'm afraid you will be pitted to the bottom of the world.

At the Huainan Poetry Conference, although the imperial chef Sun Huaimin's three-course imperial meal played a style, the result was Feihong won after all.

Do people need to be afraid of us?

Besides, if I was really afraid, I wouldn't have been told to wait for three days, to wear off my sharpness, and then we would meet.

The current restaurant pattern in Huainan is still dominated by the Feihong family, and their resistance has not played any role.

It is they who have the desire to live with Feihong's breath.

Therefore, the next negotiation is very important, and it is related to whether their restaurants can continue to open in Feihong!

Bang!

Just as everyone's thoughts were wandering, the door of the box was pushed open.

Gu Beichuan, walked in!