Yu Yunqi looked serious and said in a deep voice: "You mean, he sold books at the gate of Guozi Prison, and was forcibly taken away by the people of the Criminal Department who listed the charges?" ”

"Exactly!" Zhou Hu nodded and said anxiously: "Please also ask Da Ru to save my young master." ”

Yu Yunqi said: "Don't worry, the matter of your young master will be handed over to me, and you can go back to the Weiguo Mansion." ”

Zhou Hu breathed a sigh of relief, with Yu Daru making a move, the young master should be fine.

"Da Ru, please hurry up, I'm afraid that the young master will be punished in the prison of the Criminal Department."

"Who dare!"

Yu Yunqi drank and strode out of Qiyun Pavilion.

Zhou Hu followed and said, "Da Ru, please get on my horse, the sweaty horses of the Guogong Mansion go fast." ”

Yu Daru shook his head and rejected Zhou Hu's kindness: "If you can ride the wind, why ride a horse?" ”

"The young saddle horse was flying fast, selling all his Confucian clothes to buy war clothes. I don't know how to lose my muscles when I get old, and I still dream of relieving the siege at night. ”

After he slowly recited this poem, the wind around him was fierce, and the bamboos outside the Qiyun Pavilion also swayed, and the bamboo leaves blew down to the ground.

Yu Daru didn't bend his knees, his feet were a little, and he actually stepped on the wind and galloped forward for several feet, as if he was using the wind as a horse to resist the wind.

This speed is several times faster than the horses of the Patriotic Mansion.

"Is this the miracle of Confucianism? Straight to the wind......"

Zhou Hu was dumbfounded, and he didn't come back to his senses until Yu Daru disappeared from his sight, and hurriedly found his master to ask Gu Qingqiu's residence.

……

There is a tea tree planted behind the Taixue Mansion, and there is an Accord built in the tea tree, named Qiaoying Pavilion.

Yu Yunqi compares himself to a gentleman in the bamboo, and his residence is full of bamboo forests. Gu Daru loves camellias, and the place where he lives is also full of tea trees.

At this moment, the two great Confucians in the Qiaoying Pavilion were sitting opposite each other and were cooking tea.

Gu Qingqiu looked down at a few books, and took a sip of tea from time to time.

And Chu Jingzhi sat opposite him, pouring tea for him, looking at Gu Qingqiu with expectation in his eyes.

Gu Qingqiu is a master of the art of war, Gu Qingqiu is a great power, and Chu Jingzhi is obsessed with all kinds of poetry and popular reading.

Otherwise, as Chu Jingzhi's great Confucian, he would not be a small chief in the Cultural Review Yuan.

Since watching "Dream of Red Mansions", Chu Jingzhi has been hung up at night, and his heart is itching.

Without him, this "Dream of Red Mansions" has not been written, which makes people too curious about what the plot will be.

If it was an ordinary reader, he would definitely come to the door to urge him to change, and even more seriously, he tied up Jiang Han and forced him to write a book.

But Chu Jingzhi, as a great Confucian, naturally would not use such a low-end approach.

Since the original author hasn't written it yet, then I'll write it myself!

He deeply studied "Dream of Red Mansions" and continued to write on the original setting.

After writing out a part, he came to Gu Qingqiu and Yu Yunqi for comments in a hurry.

Just because Yu Yunqi had the habit of taking a nap, Chu Jingzhi had no choice but to come to Qiaoying Pavilion first.

"Brother Qingqiu, how is it?"

Finding that Gu Qingqiu had turned the last page, Chu Jingzhi immediately asked expectantly.

"Brother Jing, although this volume is acceptable, it is still far from what Jiang Han wrote, like the ...... of clouds and mud" Gu Qingqiu said halfway, he couldn't bear to hit his confidence, and changed his words: "But as long as Brother Jing thoroughly understands what Jiang Han wrote and then continues to write, he will definitely be able to better than this volume." ”

Chu Jingzhi, who had been coding the words for twelve hours in a row, waved his hand frustratedly.

This man is so talented that even I can't continue to write his novels, and I obviously imitate his writing, but I still don't write like it.

If "Dream of Red Mansions" is published in its entirety, it will surely become famous for future generations and become a great work to be handed down to the world!

"Why is this Jiang Han writing so slowly, when will he be able to write the rest out!" Chu Jing's heart was anxious.

At this moment, the voice of a Confucian boy came from outside the pavilion: "Gu Daru, there is a person from the Guogong Mansion outside who asks to see him, saying that he is Jiang Han's scholar." ”

In the room, Gu Qingqiu and Chu Jingzhi glanced at each other, and their eyes lit up.

"It must be Jiang Han who wrote out the content behind "Dream of Red Mansions", ask the scholar to present the original manuscript, let him in!" Chu Jingzhi was overjoyed.

Gu Qingqiu frowned slightly, if he came to Chu Jingzhi with the original manuscript, how could he come to me?

As soon as Zhou Hu walked into the room, Chu Jingzhi smiled and said, "Did your young master ask you to send the book?" ”

Zhou Hu was stunned for a moment, and then said: "It's not a book, it's a poem." ”

Chu Jingzhi was disappointed at first, then his eyes lit up, and he said, "Poetry? What poem? ”

Gu Qingqiu was also slightly surprised, Jiang Han sent me a poem? Do you want to be my apprentice and use poetry to please me?

Oh, how can I, Gu Qingqiu, be the kind of person who covets fame!

Just a poem can please me Gu someone?

Are you the old guy I think of Yunqi?

Zhou Hu hurriedly took out a piece of paper from his arms, remembering the young master's instructions in his ear.

"Just Yu Daru may not be able to help me clear those charges, you go to Gu Qingqiu again, he is a master of the art of war, and he has been an official in the imperial court, if he comes forward, it will be easier to help me get rid of my crimes." But I'm not his disciple, and he hasn't taught me, so you can give him a poem first. ”

Chu Jingzhi said: "This poem should be for you, look at it!" ”

He remembered that Qiaoying Pavilion was Gu Qingqiu's place, and if Jiang Han wanted to send him poems, he should go to the Literary Review Institute or the Chu Mansion.

Gu Qingqiu smiled faintly and took the paper without care.

Could this Jiang Han really use poetry to please me?

Am I the kind of person who can please with a poem?

Oh, let's see what is written, and then send this Zhou Tiger back.

Unfolding the paper, Gu Qingqiu was ugly by the words crawling on the dog at a glance, and he felt that his eyes were spicy.

"I ghostwrote it." Zhou Hu said busily.

Gu Qingqiu glanced at Zhou Hu, sure enough, he was a master and servant, so he couldn't practice this word?

His eyes fell on the first line of words, and Gu Qingqiu's breathing suddenly stagnated!

I saw the first line of the poem written: Zhao Keman Hu Ying, Wu Hook Shuang Xueming. The silver saddle shines on the white horse, like a shooting star.

Zhao Ke, Hu Ying, Wu Hook, Silver Saddle, White Horse, Meteor.

A few simple words depict the scene of chivalrous horseback, which makes people feel like they are in the scene.

Gu Qingqiu couldn't help but take a deep breath, these four lines of poetry made him suddenly think of his youth.

When he was young, he also liked to act chivalrous and help the poor.

It seems to be this picture back then: in the night, he is carrying a long sword and riding on a horse.

"Good poetry!" Gu Qingqiu couldn't help but whisper, "These four lines of poetry seem to have been written by me...... This Jiang Han actually wrote a poem with me as his image. ”

Calming down his excitement a little, Gu Qingqiu continued to look down.

"Kill one person in ten steps, and don't stay for a thousand miles. Brushing off the clothes and going away, hiding deep with the name. ”

Kill one person in ten steps, and don't stay for a thousand miles......

With a snort, it seemed that a stream of cold air penetrated into the Tianling cover, and went straight down, and the soul was instantly penetrated by this cold air! The whole person was smart, and goosebumps rose.

"That's right, kill one person in ten steps, and don't stay for a thousand miles! Wasn't that how I was then? After the killing, he brushed off his clothes and hid his name. ”

Gu Qingqiu muttered in a low voice, excited and surprised in his heart.

Now that he is old, no one knows what he did chivalrous and righteous deeds back then.

But Jiang Han didn't know where to know, and even wrote such a poem to himself in his own image.

Gu Qingqiu was chivalrous and righteous back then, although he did not deliberately publicize it and was known, but he inadvertently let people know it, and wrote poems to give it away, which was also extremely happy in his heart.

He took a deep breath, stabilized his emotions, and couldn't wait to continue looking.

Idle over the letter tomb drink, take off the sword and kneel forward. will scorch Zhu Hai and persuade Hou Huan.

Zhu Hai, Hou Huan, was a person hundreds of years ago, and the two of them made a lot of contributions to Xinling Jun back then, and they were great knights.

When Gu Qingqiu was young, he also admired the chivalry of the two.

I didn't want Jiang Han to put him and these two people side by side.

This kid, really, I cried to death, too honest......

Seeing this, Gu Qingqiu has already determined that this poem is at least a masterpiece at the level of the Circumvention House! If the back is not bad, there is still the possibility of reaching the realm of Wenzhou!

"Three cups of Turannuo, Wuyue is light. After the eyes are dazzled and the ears are hot, the spirit is born. Saving Zhao with the golden mallet, Handan was shocked first. Two strong men in Qianqiu, Xuanhe Liang City. ”

The next few sentences are an allusion. Gu Qingqiu nodded slightly, and exhaled lightly: "The two of them are in Liangcheng, isn't it my life's ambition?" I wanted to make a contribution in this life, but I was ostracized by the imperial court...... Although he devoted himself to cultivating Confucianism and eventually became a great Confucian, he did not fulfill his life's ambition......"

He was excited for a while, melancholy for a while, continued to look down, and suddenly his eyes lit up.

"The bones of the dead man are fragrant, and he is not ashamed of the world."

"Even if he is dead, the chivalrous bones are still fragrant, and he deserves to be a heroic ......"

This sentence swept away the melancholy in Gu Qingqiu's heart, and he was moved, this kid praised me so much, thinking that I, Gu Qingqiu, was dying, but I was worthy of being a hero!

Good boy, good boy!

He looked at the last two sentences, and he was already sure that this poem would definitely be Wenzhou! The mood is getting more and more surging.

The poems of Wenzhou, the poems written in his image, as soon as this poem comes out, it will surely shake a state! He will also become famous all over the world with this poem!

And it's not the kind of fame that can't get in!

"Who can write to Your Excellency, White Head..."

Gone!

Gu Qingqiu: "??? ”

What is the white head?

Why not?

What a white head!

What about the last sentence? You're missing three words? What are these three words?

No, if you write a novel out of context, you can write a poem out of context? Should he meow so much???

Who came up with this kind of writing poems out of context?

Gu Qingqiu took a mouthful of old blood and squirted it out directly!

"Zhou Hu, why didn't your young master write it all? What about the back? Gu Qingqiu turned his head sharply to stare at Zhou Hu, gritting his teeth, his gaze was not good.

"My young master was almost finished, but ......"

"But what?"

"But Nie Langzhong from the Criminal Department suddenly came out and arrested my young master, saying that he had committed the crime of great rebellion and wanted to cut off his head...... So my young master was arrested and put in the prison of the Criminal Department before he finished writing......"

In the Qiaoying Pavilion, there was silence for two or three breaths.

Suddenly, an extremely angry voice sounded like a thunderbolt on a sunny day, shaking the Accord even trembling slightly.

"Presumptuous!"