Although the Emaki Building only has three floors, it can be considered a high-rise building in this era when wooden structures were generally used in architectural styles.
After all, wooden structures are destined not to be built too high.
As the tallest building in Yucheng, this place has always been a good place for talented people and beautiful ladies to come and be elegant. Today, the Huijuan Building is packed with people.
All well-known literati came to Huijuanlou to join in the fun. Even the street and the restaurant opposite were crowded with people and it was very lively.
These people have a common goal, which is to witness Qin Feng make a fool of himself and fall from the altar.
Several literati with low status and shallow reputation, who were not even qualified to enter the building, stood outside the gate, shaking their heads in a serious manner.
"Brother Chen, this time I, the White Crane of Yucheng, will burn incense in the literary world under the scroll building, and fight the Qin thieves with literature. How sure do you think we are?"
The young master surnamed Chen never forgets to swing his folding fan even in cold weather, showing off his "saucy" style.
"Qin Feng has been famous for a long time. His song "Out of the Fortress" shocked people all over the country and has already been included in contemporary famous works. Of course, ordinary people are no match for Qin Feng."
"But Li Yuhang is not an ordinary person. As a white crane in Yucheng, his literary attainments can be regarded as the best among contemporary young talents. If he had not come from a poor family, I am afraid he would have entered Beijing to become an official."
"Besides, there are five levels in the Burning Incense Literary Forum. In addition to Li Yuhang, there are also five talented men and beauties in the city guarding the level. Even if Qin Feng is as talented as eight Dou, it would be difficult for him to pass five levels and kill six generals."
"Therefore, in my humble opinion, Qin Feng will definitely be disgraced today!"
As soon as these words came out, everyone present was excited. When they heard that Qin Feng was coming to Dadi as an envoy, everyone in the government and the public was extremely resentful. They wished they could cut the thief into pieces to relieve their hatred.
It's a pity that everyone knows in their hearts that the so-called revenge is just an extravagant wish and cannot become a reality.
But today, the opportunity finally came.
Even if it is just a literary fight against Qin Feng, depriving him of the honor of being a literary leader, it can not only enhance the prestige of Dadi, but also weaken Qin Feng's influence. It can be said that it kills two birds with one stone!
Everyone was working hard and ready to vent their anger.
At this moment, there was a noise from the direction of the city gate. Almost instantly, everyone's eyes were focused on the scene. Under the protection of several soldiers, they saw a young man in a white shirt, with his hands behind his back. Taking long strides in all directions, he walked towards this side.
Although almost everyone present saw this young man for the first time.
However, based on the continuous curses and scorn, everyone immediately understood that the young man in front of them who looked like a "dandy" was Qin Feng, who had made the whole Dadi miserable.
Before this, everyone kept telling themselves in their hearts that they must show the style of a great country.
But the moment they saw Qin Feng, they still broke their skills one after another. All kinds of roars and curses rushed towards Qin Feng.
"It is unjust for the Qin thief not to die!"
"How dare Qin Feng come here? I, the people of Great Di, would like to eat your flesh and drink your blood!"
"What a bullshit Marquis Tianlu of Liang Kingdom, he's just a yellow-haired guy!"
"Hmph, it's true that seeing him is better than hearing it a hundred times. Looking at the way he drags him to death for 2,580,000 yuan, I really want to beat him to death in the street."
"The shameless dog thief dares to show off like this when he comes to my territory, Dadi. I'm afraid he will never die."
Listening to the scoldings around him and the mobs that continued to move forward, Qin Feng always had a smile on his face and was calm and calm.
Before entering the city, Qin Feng had already realized that he would definitely receive a "warm welcome" from the local people, so Qin Feng was well prepared.
Recalling how the Beidi delegation was treated when they arrived in Kyoto, it can now be considered a courtesy.
Qin Feng ignored the resentful looks around him and walked straight to the Picture Scroll Building. Before entering the gate, he was actually blocked by a scholar in Tsing Yi.
The scholar in Tsing Yi directly threatened: "Not everyone can enter this picture scroll building. We, the literati in the city, are not allowed to enter. As a foreigner, the Marquis of Qin is not as good as me. If you want to enter, you still have to enter." You need to show your true talents and practical knowledge, and then we will be convinced.”
While speaking, the scholar in Tsing Yi waved his hand, and his companion next to him pushed up a desk with papers, pens, ink and inkstones on it, signaling Qin Feng to leave his calligraphy treasure.
"How about the Marquis of Qin compose a poem with the title 'Snow' as a door-to-door postcard?"
"The Marquis of Qin isn't afraid anymore, is he?"
As soon as this statement came out, all the intellectual talents present who joined in the fun laughed in agreement.
Ning Hu hugged his shoulders. If Qin Feng hadn't stopped him, he would have punched him. He didn't care about his status and dared to block the way of the Marquis of Liang Guo.
Qin Feng signaled to Ning Hu to be calm and calm.
The young lady from before entered the city first to prepare. Qin Feng knew that she must have set many traps for Qin Feng to get into.
Now the whole city is waiting to see Qin Feng make a fool of himself. In this case, Qin Feng is not as proud as them.
But let's see who shot himself in the foot.
"Isn't it Yongxue? What's so difficult about this!"
“Forget it with pen and paper.”
Qin Feng blurted out with almost no hesitation: "There is a blur on the river, and there are black holes on the well. The yellow dog is white, and the white dog is swollen."
This "Snow Poetry" was written by Zhang Dayou, a famous literary figure in the Tang Dynasty, and has been praised by future generations.
Qin Feng is familiar with all kinds of poetry books, so he can pick them up easily. Who can't copy poetry?
As a result, the scene was completely silent. After a long time, the scholar in green turned red and said, "Is this considered poetry?"
Qin Feng spread his hands: "Rhyme, oblique, and contrast. If the young master thinks there is something wrong, just point it out."
The scholar in Tsing Yi wanted to refute several times, but he swallowed the words again.
This limerick is far from elegant, but... after all, it was a poem written by Qin Feng on the spot, and the scholar in Tsing Yi had not stipulated in advance that he was not allowed to compose limericks.
The people around him who were planning to make fun of Qin Feng ended up dumbfounded.
An old man couldn't help but shook his head and sighed: "Although it is a doggerel, it is also exquisite. It writes about snow throughout the poem, but there is not a single word 'snow' in it."
"However, the form and spirit are vivid, and the last word 'swollen' is even more wonderful."
"It is vulgar and unsophisticated, but it has a unique style. The most valuable thing is that it can be picked up easily and spoken in a coherent manner. This Qin Marquis is indeed worthy of being a talented person."
The scholar in Tsing Yi's face turned red and white. He had no intention of stumping Qin Feng with "Yong Xue", but Qin Feng's words came out well, which made him both surprised and depressed.
Is it to make Qin Feng look bad today, so Qin Feng can only show off?
The scholar in Tsing Yi showed his face and waved his hands repeatedly: "This song doesn't count, let's play another one!"
