This is a particularly harsh statement, and it is difficult not to notice.

Everyone turned their heads to look, but saw a familiar figure.

It turned out to be Mr. Shuixi, a teacher at Songshan Academy.

The students immediately saluted and said respectfully, "I've seen Mr." ”

Although Shuixi is only taught at Songshan Academy, Songshan Academy is the largest academy in Jiangnan, and even Mr. Wuliu often lectures in it.

And the teaching can already be regarded as a half-teacher.

Daqian has always paid attention to respecting teachers, so it is reasonable for them to behave like this.

Otherwise, I am afraid that I will be branded as a disrespectful teacher.

"What Mr. said is also true, although the Huainan poet is famous, he has no merit and fame, so naturally he can't do it."

"Indeed, if you don't have merit and fame, you are a white body, not even a showman, how can you match us?"

Among them, many students who want to flatter Shuixi should open their mouths to help.

But there are also people who are indignant and insist on opposing views.

"Sir, you can't discredit Gu Shijun like this just because Zhen Renyi offended you that day."

"Although he is not famous, he has created many excellent poems, and each of them is a well-known work."

"Deserve a great talent!"

"How can you erase his talent because of fame and fortune?"

"In the humble opinion of the students, Mr. is a little narrow-minded."

Although most of the people present studied for the purpose of gaining fame, naturally there were not such people.

What's more, Zhen Renyi's words at the beginning.

The so-called: "Our generation of scholars should set their hearts for heaven and earth, establish their lives for the people, continue their studies for the saints, and open peace for all generations." "It also infected a lot of people.

So at this moment, there are still many people who stand up and voice their opposition.

Seeing this, Shuixi frowned.

He is almost old, and the most proud thing in his life is to teach Gu Xingwen, a reading seedling who is expected to be connected to the third yuan.

This also caused him to open and close his mouth, all of which were famous.

After all, if you don't mention fame, how can you mention Gu Xingwen? Don't mention Gu Xingwen, how can you show that you teach people well?

But now, if you mention fame, you will inevitably be criticized.

How good is that?

Shuixi's eyes slipped around, and he immediately counted it in his heart.

"Well, since you say so, then you don't judge success or failure by merit."

"But in my opinion, this poetry meeting was originally invited by Mr. Wuliu, but now it is freezing again, but we have been waiting here for a long time, but he has been refusing to show up."

"It's inevitable that there are some fame and reputations, and they are pretentious!"

As soon as these words came out, those students still wanted to refute, but found that they were a little speechless.

Because what Shuixi said was the truth, this severe cold made them wait here for so long.

That Huainan poet is inevitably a little arrogant.

When it was, even the students who supported Gu Beichuan could only be silent.

"Humph! has no fame, and is so arrogant, it is really a little ignorant. ”

"If he wants to come, he will come, if he is not willing to come, I will wait and leave, and I will not accompany him."

"The huge Jiangnan literary world, in such a cold situation, just waiting for him? It's a bit too much. ”

For a while, there were only such voices left on the scene.

Even on the high platform, Mr. Goyanagi looked a little gloomy.

He resigned and returned to his hometown, and has been in seclusion to the countryside for more than ten years.

In this world, there are two of them.

A green shirt and white horse walked slowly, famous in Kyoto, and praised by all the sons.

A fly camp dog, kneeling on the ground to cut broken shadows, saying that he would not bend his waist for five buckets of rice, but he was running around all day long for his livelihood.

Once upon a time, he saw that although Gu Beichuan was a young man, he could say the four sentences of Hengqu and make poems such as "Huainan Snow and Benevolence".

Introduce it as a confidant, hoping to talk about it at night, talk about the past and the future.

But in the end, it was just his enthusiasm and he paid it wrong.

People don't seem to have him, an old man who has been forgotten by the literary world, in their hearts.

Thinking of this, Mr. Goyanagi sighed, stood up, and said, "Then... Let's disperse. ”

But before the words fell, there was a young man in the distance, dressed in a fox fur brocade mink, with a red-maned horse under his crotch, who was wearing a body full of wind and snow, galloping.

Before approaching, he turned over and dismounted, and said to Mr. Wuliu on the high platform: "After the end of the school, Zhen Renyi entered the wind and snow from Nanshan Residence, and went to the meeting on behalf of the teacher!" ”

This... Zhen Renyi's appearance at this scene is not amazing.

At that time, there were many people in the town.

"The teacher has something important to do, and he really can't get out of it, so he wrote a poem and handed it over to Mr. Wuliu."

Everyone present, although there are many people who are higher in rank and fame than Zhen Renyi.

But when he spoke, he was still neither humble nor arrogant, and he was very polite.

Because at this moment, he represents Nanshan Study, Huainan literary circle, and poet Gu Beichuan!

Don't lose face and lose your reputation!

Hearing this, everyone came to their senses. Some looked slightly slower, while others remained angry.

"Hmph, this Gu Shijun is really a big show, Mr. Wuliu personally invited him, but he only asked you to send a poem here, which shows that his heart is not sincere." At this moment, the water stream is inevitably yin and yang.

Hearing this, they had been waiting for a long time, and the emotions of the people who had been affected by the wind and snow were ignited and they reprimanded angrily.

"That's it! Mr. Wuliu is the leader of my Jiangnan literary circle, so Gu Shijun has such a posture, but he despises us? ”

"Humph! Really call me Jiangnan literary circle, afraid of you Huainan can't be? ”

"Became famous at a young age, and so did a child! What arrogance! ”

Even Mr. Wuliu, although his expression improved slightly, he still couldn't hide his disappointment between his eyebrows.

It's just that out of politeness, he still asked out loud: "Dare to ask Gu Shijun, what poems are you giving me?" ”

When Zhen Renyi heard this, he didn't say more, only turned over, jumped onto the high platform, and unfolded the rice paper in his hand.

Suddenly, a gorgeous poem written by wild grass was displayed in front of everyone in the Jiangnan literary circle.

Mr. Goyanagi looked intently, he didn't care at first, but just looked at it, but his pupils gradually contracted, and in his eyes, the shock was overflowing!

I saw that the poem, with a total of 28 characters, happened to be a seven-character quatrain.

Someone muttered to himself, someone involuntarily read it.

"The valley is more northern, and it is late to divide the flowers every year."

The first two sentences say that there is a plum blossom that grows in a shady valley, but its branches extend to the north. Since sunlight rarely arrives all year round, flowering is a bit late every year.

Just looking at this sentence, it's actually nothing.

It's not surprising to simply write plum blossoms.

It's just that Mr. Goyanagi looked moved, as if he saw something.

"Do you know the high standard Yiyun? It's when the ice is snowing! ”

But do you know its noble temperament and graceful demeanor? You know, when it blooms, it is the cold winter wax moon, when the ice and snow are the coldest!

However, as soon as the last two sentences came out, everyone in the audience was called, and one was counted as one, and they all straightened their backs and trembled.

Mr. Wuliu even rushed to the rice paper and carefully looked at the twenty-eight characters written in wild cursion!