Walking up a stone staircase road until there was a manor on the slope of the mountain, Gu Zhiqing saw the word Deer Garden. Hung horizontally above the gatehouse.

In particular, the two towering ancient trees in front of the door are particularly conspicuous and eye-catching.

The scholars on the stone steps in front of the door all had solemn expressions, as if they were undergoing some major test.

The black-lacquered door closed, allowing more and more scholars to gather outside.

The black courtyard door never opened, and Gu Zhiqing dragged the scholar to a mountain rock and sat down.

"This deer park is really a big showman, so many scholars and talents are hanging outside"

Because of the way: "It's not that the deer park is pompous, it's that the lord of this deer park is too famous..."

"Isn't this deer park from the Lu family?" Gu Zhiqing's expression froze.

"There is no doubt that the deer park is the property of the Lu family, but it is not the real owner of the deer park"

"The real owner of this deer park is Mr. Changkang"

"Changkang?" Gu Zhiqing was a little familiar with this name.

But he couldn't remember who he was for a while, but he could leave a mark in Gu Zhiqing's memory.

Then it is not an unknown person in history.

"Mr. Changkang is the master of the Jiangnan scribes, and when we come to Luyuan, we naturally have to pay respects to him with disciple etiquette."

Listening to the explanation of the scholar of Yinzhi, Gu Zhiqing finally figured out why this deer park was so important in the eyes of these scholars who were above the fighting in the Eastern Jin Dynasty.

For this Mr. Changkang, it also aroused Gu Zhiqing's curiosity.

After waiting outside the deer park for more than an hour, the dark gate really opened.

A servant in a green shirt and a small hat walked out from within, and sang and shouted at the talented scholar at the bottom of the stone steps: "Take one door with the golden prayer post, and go through the second door with the white prayer post..."

"What do you mean?" Gu Zhiqing looked suspiciously at the scholar of the cause.

At this point he pulled out a white post from his arms.

"This is the Deer Park Prayer Post, only a very small number of Confucians can get the Golden Worship Post, I can only enter the Deer Park through the second gate"

"Let's go, let's go to the second gate"

As for this division of identity, he did not have any opinions, so he accepted it calmly.

Gu Zhiqing felt that Luyuan was a little snobbish.

But this time he came with a purpose, so he didn't care about anything, and walked towards the second gate with him.

The so-called second gate is to take the planks on both sides of the black gate and let the crowd enter the deer park along a narrow passage.

After Gu Zhiqing and the scholar walked into the deer park, their eyes suddenly opened up.

In the gaze, there is a rockery pavilion, and there are hundreds of fish ponds, rendering the poetry of this deer garden.

Stepping over a red fence, Gu Zhiqing entered a long and narrow corridor.

On the walls hang a series of ink landscape paintings.

At this time, countless scholars gathered in front of the landscape painting scroll to admire.

The expression was like seeing something amazing.

Gu Zhiqing doesn't know much about ink painting, but he can also feel a trace of artistic atmosphere from the grandeur of the brushstrokes.

"It's really worthy of Mr. Changkang's paintings, and it's really ingenious."

Because of this, the scholar also came up and praised Chen.

"These paintings are all made by Mr. Changkang?" Although he didn't know how to appreciate it, Gu Zhiqing still leaned over and glanced at it.

Sure enough, on which picture scrolls, I saw the word Changkang.

Because of the way, "Naturally, it is a painting by Mr. Changkang, otherwise it would not be hung in this Deer Park Poetry Society"

"Does this Mr. Changkang know how to draw very well?"

Gu Zhiqing searched for his memory, and couldn't remember any famous painters in the Eastern Jin Dynasty. The Tao is the Ming Dynasty, which is known to everyone in later generations.

"Is it just famous in the present and declining in later generations?"

Gu Zhiqing thought about it, and was dragged forward by it.

Soon they walked out of the corridor and into a much wider courtyard.

At this time, dozens of tables and chairs are placed here, as well as a pen and inkstone in the study.

Snow-white rice paper is spread on the tabletop, like a white Hada.

Just looking at this scene, Gu Zhiqing felt an inexplicable grand and solemn atmosphere.

Also, in the hearts of the ancients, literati are superior status, so the literati poetry club has also become the top gathering event of this era.

These pen, ink, paper, and inkstones, any of which are also valuable items.

This is like those big bosses in later generations playing jade and jade, and at this time, pen, ink, paper, and inkstone are also a luxury.

The silver money of the snow-white rice paper alone is enough for an ordinary person to live for more than a year.

Naturally, not everyone is qualified to enter the banquet, and roughly half of the scholars have to stand outside the poetry club.

Gu Zhiqing was also contaminated because of the cheapness of scholars, so he came to sit down at one of the tables, but they were still not qualified to get pen, ink, paper, and inkstone.

The one who really wrote was a Confucian in his forties and fifties.

He stroked his goatee and recited some of Mr. Changkang's poems with a smug expression.

It was like chewing on something good.

Speaking of the poems of the Eastern Jin Dynasty, it is nothing more than the name of the Seven Sages of the Bamboo Forest and Mr. Wuliu.

However, at the moment, Mr. Goyanagi has not really shown his edge, and at most he is a primary school child.

As for this Mr. Changkang's poems, Gu Zhiqing has no impression in his memory.

When a great Confucian wrote out a long poem silently, a series of applause erupted in the surrounding scholars.

Sure enough, it is not a great Confucian, and its words are really vigorous and powerful, just like the tail of a dragon.

Only in this way can the words be worthy of this kind of white and snowy rice paper.

Silently reciting Mr. Changkang's poems, just to warm up, after that, the talents at each table began to show their literary talents.

They wrote poems one after another, and those great Confucians screened them, and they would not write them down until they heard the poems that they were more satisfied with.

Give it to the little servant in Tsing Yi behind him, and then spare a long corridor and send it into the inner hall.

It was evident that there was a beaded curtain hanging somewhere, and everything inside was blocked by it.

In that direction, no one could step in except the minions.

Because of this, the scholar is also digging out his mind to brew poetry.

There is a sound in the mouth.

Gu Zhiqing naturally didn't know how to do poetry, but at the moment he was just curiously looking at all the layouts of this deer park, as well as the shadow behind the bead curtain.

"Gu Zhiqing, aren't you quite poetic? Why is there no poem to offer" Just when Gu Zhiqing was immersed in his heart, an inappropriate tone came from beside him.

As soon as Gu Zhiqing turned around, he saw those nasty guys he had seen on the painting boat before.

At this time, they seem to have forgotten about eating deflated on the painting boat, in that invincible attitude.

For this kind of person, Gu Zhiqing didn't bother to pay attention to them, so he snorted coldly, and the seventh sister beside him approached several people in a mysterious way.

These guys had suffered from Feng Ming, and immediately took a big step back in fright, and then roared unrelentingly: "Gu Zhiqing, this is a deer park, not your painting boat, you want to let these ghost women go wild here, can you think of any consequences?" ”

Under their loud noise, sure enough, a few servants in green clothes walked in their direction.

Seeing this, Gu Zhiqing could only wave his hand at the seventh sister and ask her to withdraw.