In the courtyard, several talented people who had finished their poems came to Gu Zhiqing and said, "We have all finished it, I don't know where Gu Gongzi's poems are?" ”

Hearing this, Gu Zhiqing didn't bother to pay attention to them, and as soon as he flicked his sleeves, he wanted to dodge.

Who knows, they still refused to give up, grabbed Gu Zhiqing's collar, and shouted loudly. "Everyone came to take a look, Gu Dagongzi's amazing work, he is the first talent in Loucheng"

This really kills people.

Gu Zhiqing stared at these pieces of work angrily, and these people also knew that they couldn't afford to provoke Gu Daxuan, so they immediately summoned everyone to come over to support them.

The seedlings were coaxed, and it was not a big deal to see the excitement, and suddenly the attention of the entire Luyuan Poetry Club was attracted to Gu Zhiqing's side.

"Huh? Isn't that the first scourge in Loucheng? ”

"Who brought him here?"

"He also writes poetry?"

"In the past, the poems he made were bought at a high price"

"It's just that level, it's also the level of limerick"

Mocking words rang out from the crowd around them.

It can be seen that he despises Lou Cheng.

Gu Zhiqing didn't want to be in the limelight, but being insulted in front of him was really hard to swallow.

Gu Zhiqing saw that the troublesome scholars were begging for poems, so he also pushed the boat down the river and sent the rice paper on the table out.

Those scholars, holding the piece of rice paper, pretended to sing in a high-pitched voice: "Let us listen to it, Zhiqing's amazing work, we can also worship and learn to admire it..."

In the end, that kind of ridicule has already caused the people around him to heckle.

In this regard, Gu Zhiqing only watched coldly.

“

Qin Shi Mingyue Han Shi Guan.... The Long March has not yet been returned...

But to make the dragon city fly will be....

”

When the scholar recited a poem, his face stiffened.

was originally joking in his eyes, but he became frightened and inexplicable in a trance.

"Why don't you read it?"

"What's next"

coaxed the crowd, didn't pay attention to the content of the poem at all, just blindly mocked.

However, there are also a few people with intelligent minds who have already tasted extraordinary artistic conception from just two lines of poetry.

“

Don't teach Humadu Yin Mountain.

”

Although the scholar was extremely shocked, he still recited the last line of the poem.

"Don't let Hu Ma do Yin Mountain?"

Someone muttered repeatedly.

The entire Deer Park Poetry Club instantly fell silent at this moment.

A hint of flushing gradually appeared on their cheeks.

"It's a good sentence not to let Hu Ma do Yin Mountain"

Suddenly, someone raised their heads and laughed wildly.

"If everyone has such courage and courage, why worry about the north not helping?"

"If this poem is the leader of the Deer Garden Poetry Club, we will be convinced!"

Several white-clothed scholars strode towards Gu Zhiqing, and actually bowed to him in front of everyone.

This moment.

They completely abandoned the arrogance of the Jiangnan scholars, and their eyes were full of pure blood.

It can be seen that the indomitable temperament in the hearts of Jiangnan literati has not died, but has just been dusted by some kind of pressure.

This poem is like a broom to help them sweep away the dust that covers the pearl.

However. There are still people who stand up and say the opposite.

"How can he write poetry? He must have paid for this poem..."

"How can such a scholar of poetry be bought with money? Besides, how can a person who can write such a brilliant poem sell it for the sake of money? ‘’

The scholar who came out earlier tried his best to defend Gu Zhiqing.

"We still don't believe that Lou Cheng can make such a poem to ....."

Those who defend or question each other, they all insist on their own words, and Hu doesn't want to let go.

At the same time, in the distant curtain,

Lord Zhongzheng also noticed the sound here, he frowned, and said: "As a student, how can you learn to be noisy like a shrew scolding the street, and what kind of system can you become?" ”

Hearing this, the two scholars immediately got up and walked out, beckoning someone to question the students.

When Xuejiao walked into the crowd, he was also dragged by both sides of the dispute.

A student said, "Master Xuejiao, you come to give us a review, this poem is made by a gentleman?" ”

Another student said, "If Zhiqing didn't do it, can you tell the source of the poem?" ”

Hearing what the student said, Xuejiao immediately reached out and grabbed the rice paper.

Sing in a low voice:

In the Qin period, the bright moon and the Han period, the Long March has not been returned.

But to make the dragon city fly will not teach Humadu Yin Mountain.

Chant to the last sentence.

His entire cheeks flushed red.

"You.... You ....." Xuejiao pointed at Gu Zhiqing, but he didn't say a complete sentence.

Another student also took the rice paper and looked at it.

Equally shocking.

After a long time.

With a shocked face, Xuejiao stared at Gu Zhiqing and said in a stalk: "This poem is really written by you?" ”

Gu Zhiqing floated back incomparably lightly: "What they said is right, I bought it..."

When Xuejiao heard this, his face was silent.

Randomly asked: "Who did you buy it from, but Wu Junren?" The original expression of loss burst out with a hint of demand.

Gu Zhiqing shook his head again, "I don't remember...."

Xuejiao was inexplicably depressed: "A genius of Tianzhong has been buried in the market, this is the loss of the Eastern Jin Dynasty."

Even if Xuejiao has selfishness in his heart, he is facing such talent and that sincere anti-Hu heart.

Or let him bury his sadness for that talent.

Just when he was hesitating to learn and teach, a little maid walked towards Gu Zhiqing and threw a letter to him: "Our young lady has invited her son to a banquet."

"Miss?"

"Miss Lu?"

Holding the letter in his hand, he sniffed at the faint smell of fat powder left on it.

Gu Zhiqing raised his head slightly, looked at the spring building, and seemed to see that graceful figure through the thin gauze window.

"Yesterday, you just refused to marry, but today you want to invite me to go on a date alone"

"Okay, let me see with my own eyes this Miss Lu family, my own baby, the true face of Lushan, the first talented woman in Jiangnan."

As soon as he thought of this, Gu Zhiqing no longer paid attention to the teaching.

Striding out of the crowd, walking towards the spring building,

The little maid followed suit and guided him.

When Gu Zhiqing stepped on the Spring Tower, he suddenly had the illusion of walking into the Red Mansion.

The delicate and antique layout, as well as the red sleeves add fragrance, and the embroidery is elegant.

All made Gu Zhiqing more curious about the owner of the Spring Building, Miss Lu.

Ascending the wooden ladder to the third floor, you will see a series of women in pink dresses.

She didn't want Gu Zhiqing to be like Lin Daiyu as she imagined, but a woman similar to the northern Hu people riding and shooting.

She is also about the same height as Gu Zhiqing, giving Gu Zhiqing the first feeling, that is, she does not look like the image in the legend.

Being stared at by Gu Zhiqing all the time, Miss Lu was not shy, but walked over generously, bowed to Gu Zhiqing and said, "Lu Wan'er meets Mr."

That look was extremely sincere, as if he was meeting a division commander.

Gu Zhiqing was a little stunned by her bow, hurriedly took a step back, shook his hand and said, "I'm not a gentleman, I can't stand Miss Bow, I don't know what happened to Miss Lu calling me here?" ”

Gu Zhiqing once again took advantage of Miss Lu's approach and observed her carefully.

Miss Lu's face is indeed exquisite, especially the bridge of her nose, which is as straight as a mountain.

However, the bridge of the nose is not like that of a Han woman.

Gu Zhiqing speculated that she should have some Hu blood.