This time, the nest was blown up.
This was the worst thing about Qiu Wanshan. As soon as he said the word "virtuous brother", he completely shared the damage and even made Chu Qing a firepower attraction.
As expected, Li Heming sneered again and again: "They are really the same raccoon dog, no wonder."
Chu Qing rolled his eyes: "You should eat and drink when you go back. Don't chatter here. Eat one bite less and say one less sentence."
"You bastard, who is your father to teach such a young man who doesn't know etiquette?"
"Who is my father? He has something to do with you."
"Huh, look at his son and know his father. I guess your father is also a vulgar person."
Chu Qing's expression finally changed, and he looked astonished: "Come on, you really know how to read faces. How do you know? My father doesn't even know the words. He is indeed vulgar, quite vulgar."
Everyone around was dumbfounded, looking at Chu Qing as if he were a fool.
Li Heming also felt helpless when punching cotton with his fist.
Chu Qing chuckled, not angry, and pointed at Qiu Wanshan: "Don't just ink with me, you two continue."
Qiu Wanshan looked at Chu Qing with a strange expression, his eyes becoming more and more appreciative.
I originally wanted to let Chu Qing relieve the hatred and share the "embarrassment", but it turned out that this guy was even more shameless than himself.
This is true, Chu Qing is not a fool.
Li Heming came here to troll Qiu Wanshan, so he could join in the fun and just keep arguing and not giving in. There was no need to draw all the firepower to himself.
Besides, my father is illiterate to begin with, otherwise he would be in the Ministry of Works. If he was really literate, it would be great if the Emperor directly assigned him to the Ministry of Etiquette.
Originally, according to the development of the matter, Li Heming should continue to criticize Qiu Wanshan, but who knew that the old man and Chu Qing were not compatible, so he still ignored Qiu Wanshan and still held on to Chu Qing.
"Tell me, who is your father's surname? What is his official position and what is his position? One day, I will come to visit you personally. I would like to ask how your father disciplines you on a daily basis, so that he can teach you such a scum."
Chu Qing narrowed his eyes when he heard this, and no longer had the playful smile on his face: "Can I take the liberty to ask, it's just... who do you think you are? If you say you're looking for my dad, you're looking for my dad?"
"I, Li Heming, is a famous Confucian scholar in Beijing. Everyone knows about it. He is proficient in poetry and poetry!"
Li Heming had a proud look on his face, and his sense of superiority spilled over onto his phone screen and headphones.
In fact, this is what happened. Some young princes bumped into a scholar, an official, etc. They didn't bother to argue with the young people, and went directly to the house to ask questions, and then the father gave his son a good beating. .
"You are a great scholar, right? You can compose poetry, right?" Chu Qing smiled again, his smile was harmless: "You want to pretend to be a slap in the face, right? OK, I will help you."
After finishing speaking, Chu Qing pointed to the stage: "Then go up quickly. At your age, your life is shortened every day, so don't delay."
"Okay, let's see how much you weigh, you brat!"
After finishing his words, Li Heming waved his long sleeves fiercely, stood up and walked to the stage.
Qiu Wanshan exclaimed, with a look of surprise on his face: "My dear brother is also proficient in poetry?"
"It doesn't make sense." Chu Qing chuckled and said, "What I can read out is just what you do casually in your daily life."
Qiu Wanshan was slightly startled.
Chu Qing stood up and lowered his voice: "Okay, 50-50, no, you will be embarrassed anyway."
After finishing speaking, Chu Qing walked to the stage.
Qiu Wanshan finally reacted and almost spat out a mouthful of blood.
Just as Qiu Wanshan expected, Chu Qing walked up with a smile on his face, cupped his hands in all directions, and first reported Qiu Wanshan's name.
"My little brother is a nobody. He is not worth mentioning. When he comes to the stage to fight for the rankings, he is also humiliating himself on behalf of my lord Qiu Wanshan. Lord Qiu... No, it is humiliating... Well, no, it is just showing ugliness. On weekdays, in the government office, I always hear Lord Qiu chant. I just happened to have memorized a few of the poems above."
Qiu Wanshan seemed anxious.
He doesn't want face, but it depends on the situation. There are so many scholars here. If it is really embarrassing, it will spread all over the capital in a few days.
He must have never composed a poem, and Chu Qing would not know if he had composed it. Then there is only one possibility left, and that is that Chu Qing wanted to "improvise" his composition.
Before going to Chu Mansion to find trouble, he had inquired about this boy. He had never even read a book. He was just like his father. How could he write poetry?
Quickly standing up, Qiu Wanshan wanted to go on stage and pull Chu Qing back, but unexpectedly, Li Heming had already spoken first.
"Okay, I can't wait to appreciate Master Qiu's masterpiece."
Li Heming didn't come out to hang out the first day. One look at Qiu Wanshan's appearance and he knew that this guy was "scared". He immediately stood in front of Chu Qing, looked at Qiu Wanshan and continued: "What's wrong? Could it be that Master Qiu wants to come on stage in person?"
At this time, Qiu Wanshan was riding a tiger with difficulty.
Pull Chu Qing away, no, go up by yourself, even worse, leave Chu Qing on top, four words - embarrassing, in the end, it is your own face that will be embarrassed.
I guess the shopkeeper usually looked at Qiu Wanshan with displeasure, but he found an opportunity and said quickly: "This young master came to the stage and unveiled the list. That was to fight, but he was fighting on the same stage with Mr. Li. I don't know. Who comes first?"
Chu Qing shrugged: "Let him come first, old man, as time goes by day by day."
Li Heming snorted coldly: "You are the junior, so naturally you come first."
"That's okay." Chu Qing didn't take it seriously. He looked back at the poem written by Tao Yi on the list, cleared his throat, and opened his mouth: "I heard the plum blossoms blowing in the morning breeze, and the snow piles are all over the four mountains."
The entire first floor fell completely silent. Li Heming opened his mouth slightly, Qiu Wanshan was stunned, and the scholars who were watching the excitement fell silent.
"good!"
A scholar shouted: "What a poem!"
After the words "good poem" came down, a group of readers applauded, and many people looked at Mr. Qiu and saluted quickly: "Sir Qiu is really talented in literature, a masterpiece, a top-notch masterpiece."
Suddenly, there was a flood of flattery.
Qiu Wanshan, who was still full of anxiety, slightly raised his hands and said calmly: "It's just an impromptu thing."
"Wait a minute!" Li Heming roared: "The artistic conception, antithesis, rhyme, and rhythm of the poems written by Tao Yi are not consistent with the poems written by Qiu Wanshan. How to compete for the ranking is a joke."
Chu Qing was stunned for a moment, and then he realized that the feelings had to be "of the same kind". He thought it was just a poem.
Many scholars also thought of this incident and nodded in agreement.
It can be seen that Qiu Wanshan is usually quite unpopular.
Looking back, Chu Qing looked at the shopkeeper and pointed at the list: "What does this poem mean? Tell me, I'll plagiarize it... No, I'll think about it again and see if Mr. Qiu has read anything similar in his daily life. "
The shopkeeper is also a half-literate person. To be able to be a "host", he must have two skills. After a few words, Chu Qing understood.
Wisteria brushes against the flowering trees, yellow birds fly across the green branches, Sijun sighs, and sheds bitter tears.
To put it more simply, it refers to the mental anguish of women who are deeply resentful. The poem only consists of four lines. The first two lines describe the scenery, and the last two lines are romantic. The emotion is inspired by the scenery, and it is very rich in meaning. The general meaning is that no one cherishes the beautiful years, and feels that She is quite beautiful, but there is no one to hook up with her, so she just wastes her time, and her beautiful face cannot stay for a long time. In short, she is afraid that her appearance will age, and no one will hook up with her after she gets old.
This is also the main reason why Tao Yi's poem dominates the list. Scholars are all gentlemen and can write poems, but whoever can write such a poem with a female perspective as the core will be laughed at even if it is written.
But no matter what, this poem is definitely well written, but Tao Yi should still be a joke, so don't delay.
"That's it." After Chu Qing roughly understood the meaning, he smiled: "There are similar ones. Our Lord Qiu has also written similar poems."
Everyone couldn't laugh or cry, looking at Qiu Wanshan with strange eyes.
Chu Qing cleared his throat, and everyone held their breath and concentrated. They wanted to know in what state of mind and artistic conception the dignified Lord Right Minister of the Household Department was in when he composed such a "purdah" poem.
"Today's me..." Chu Qing took a slight breath and chanted in a rich falsetto: "If you ignore me, tomorrow I will make it impossible for you to climb up!"
Once again, Zuilailou fell into a silence and silence that made people "wisdom-extinguished".
