Some time ago, Duan Wenjun read a lot of Shun Chao's collected works.
Although Confucian classics such as the Four Books and Five Classics have become the Thirteen Classics of Chinese Studies here.
But it has been confirmed that in this parallel space, the poems from the previous life did not appear.
Therefore, he just stole a poem by Tao Yuanming.
No, it should be a plagiarism of a poem by Tao Yuanming.
Kong Yiji said, how can the things done by scholars be considered stealing?
He had never been to Qin Feng's Green Lake Pavilion, but he had heard that it was not very big, so he changed the number of fields and thatched cottages slightly, not sure if that was correct.
However, since Qin Feng didn't say it was wrong, it wasn't much different after thinking about it.
He was originally just unhappy with Zhang Sanfeng and Lin Jingyun, but seeing that Duan Daxiong seemed to be having trouble writing poetry, he recited this poem.
However, he did not expect that the reaction on the spot would be so big.
Of course, he had no idea that Qin Feng would have so many thoughts in his heart.
After the banquet broke up, he followed Duan Daxiong and returned directly to Duan's house.
On the way, Duan Daxiong said out loud, "Son, you are so proud of me today!"
Obviously, Duan Daxiong was very happy.
Mo Shoucheng, who was following behind, also looked at him one more time.
This kid can really write poetry?
It seems, yes.
Unexpectedly, the face of the young man who crowded around them turned green.
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After the banquet, Qin Feng walked into the small room behind the private room, and then took the people inside back to Sihai College.
Behind the mountain, Green Lake Pavilion.
Qin Feng sat across from a man.
The man is about forty or fifty years old, with a slightly plump body and two sword-shaped eyebrows slanting into his temples, giving him an air of calmness and authority.
Next to them, a girl of sixteen or seventeen years old was making tea for them.
If Duan Wenjun were there, he would definitely find that this girl is Jiang Shuying who disappeared from Wangjiang Art Hall.
Unfortunately, he is not here.
What's more, he didn't even know that the visitor Duan Daxiong was talking about was not Zhang Sanfeng as he thought, but the man sitting opposite Qin Feng at the moment.
"Mr. Qin, have you really decided?" The man was the first to break the silence.
"It's decided." Qin Feng sighed and nodded. "Unexpectedly, it was this boy's words that broke the bottleneck I had been having all these years."
"That poem was really written by that boy?" the man spoke again.
"I don't think it's possible. When we were at Wangjiang Art Museum..." Jiang Shuying picked up the hot tea cup with tweezers and handed it to the two of them.
"Having been hiding for more than ten years, you still almost lost your life?" Qin Feng smiled lightly, "Maybe he has figured it out."
"Hiding his clumsiness? Mr. Qin, do you really think that he was hiding his clumsiness before?" Jiang Shuying's expression changed greatly, and she poured a cup of tea for each of them.
Qin Feng did not speak, but drank all the tea in the cup.
The tea was a little hot and a little bitter, but he didn't even notice it.
"Since Mr. Qin has decided, Mo Ruo will let Shu Ying stay in Wangjiang for the time being!" The man spoke again.
"Didn't the eldest princess want to meet Shu Ying?" Qin Feng suddenly raised his head and said, "Aren't you going to take her to the beam?"
"I think maybe she will want to come to Wangjiang. It won't be too late to meet again then." The man smiled and shook his head. "I think she will be happy."
Qin Feng frowned, and after a long time he said, "That's fine! Wait for me over there and take her with me when I return to Beijing!"
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Wangjiang Art Museum.
Since Jiang Shuying disappeared, Xiu Yuer has become the number one here.
At this moment, several people in Xiu Yuer's room were already a little drunk.
Lin Jingyun sat on the main seat, and next to him were Zhang Wenjian, Dong Wuting and Wang Jingmo.
The four are known as the four great talents in Wangjiang, and they are all good at poetry.
But today, when Mr. Qin used literature to make friends, Duan Wenjun took the lead among them.
The eldest son of the Duan family, who was ignorant and unskilled, could write poems and was even better than them. How could they not be depressed?
When they thought of Duan Wenjun's carelessness when writing poems, they felt as if a stone was weighing on their hearts.
Isn’t it just writing poetry? He said it so casually.
I thought he was bragging, but he turned into a poem in five steps.
Even Mr. Qin was full of praise for that poem.
No, everyone present should have to submit.
Even they had to submit.
Is he really that powerful?
Xiu Yuer poured another round of wine for everyone, smiled and said, "Can it be said that this poem written by the eldest son of the family is really exquisite?"
"Brother Lin, I think this matter is strange." Zhang Wenjian shook his head with disdain on his face, "I think that guy must have found someone to do it for him."
"Brother Zhang is right!" Wang Jingmo also agreed, "Mr. Qin invited his father and son to a banquet. They must be prepared and have already found someone to prepare poems."
"My enemy! Otherwise, how could that unlearned guy write such poetry?" Dong Wuting thought deeply.
Lin Jingyun was stunned when he heard this, yes, why didn't he think of it?
Mr. Qin used literature to make friends, but he did not specify the theme of the poem, so Duan Wenjun just recited the poems that others had written long ago.
Lin Jingyun began to regret, why didn't he think of it just now?
If he had thought of it earlier and asked Mr. Qin to come up with a theme for the poem, wouldn't Wenjun's treacherous plan have succeeded?
No, I have to think of a way to expose the true face of this dandy young master.
Mr. Zhang Sanfeng just now was also extremely shameless. From the look in his eyes when he saw the Duan family and his son, he seemed to be very unhappy. If he were invited to join us, he would definitely be willing.
Thinking of this, Lin Jingyun showed a faint smile on his face and stood up. "Everyone, let's drink here for today. Let's get together another day."
As the four people left, Xiu Yu'er was the only one left in the room, staring at the wine bottle in her hand, lost in thought.
Farewell to Lin Jingyun and others, Zhang Wenjian had just returned to the Wangjiang County Government Office when Master Chen Fang hurried out, "Master, you are back. I am waiting for you in the study!"
Zhang Wenjian was stunned when he heard this. My father is still awake so late. What are you waiting for me to do?
Could it be that something big happened?
In the study room in the backyard of the county government office, the county magistrate Zhang Suxing was sitting in front of the desk with his eyebrows furrowed. When he heard footsteps at the door, he knew that his son was back.
As soon as the door was opened, he didn't look up, but said directly, "There is news from Moon Island, a gust of wind is dead."
"Ah, Xiufeng died?" Zhang Wenjian was shocked when he heard this, "How did he die?"
"The head was cut off! Moreover, it was the ownerless head that appeared at the gate of our county government office two days ago. The person who sent the message has been identified."
"Aren't there thousands of people on Moon Island? How could someone have their heads cut off?"
"Longfeng has been practicing in the back mountain of Moon Island recently. He should have made a breakthrough the day before yesterday, but he didn't come down the mountain. His second boss went up the mountain to look for him, but only found a headless body. Xiangfeng's head was missing. So, he Someone sent me the news.”
"A gust of wind is about to break through again? Doesn't that mean he has reached the peak of second-rate skills? Who can cut off his head?"
"I don't know. Their second boss said that judging from the wound on the neck, it was a sword wound. It is most likely that he is from the Sword Control Sect."
"A person from Yujian Sect?" Zhang Wenjian's expression changed drastically.
He didn't know why, but he suddenly thought of the person who had been standing behind Duan Wenjun at the banquet tonight.
Could it be that that matter was leaked?
No, not possible.
