Although Zhao Luosheng has a low official position, he has great influence among the local scholars in Yangzhou. With his endorsement of Wei Chen, at least in Yangzhou, no one will question whether Wei Chen is the author of "Linjiang Immortal".
Feng Hanzhang's expression changed, but he still couldn't swallow it. He wanted to test Zhao Luosheng's tone to see if there was any possibility of continuing his plan.
After thinking for a moment, Feng Hanzhang said: "Mr. Zhao, do you want this poetry meeting to continue?"
Before Zhao Luosheng could answer, Yang Lin, the president of Zuiweng Poetry Society below, smiled bitterly and said: "It used to be difficult to make water, except for Wushan. As soon as Wei Xingyun's song "Linjiang Fairy" came out, who of us would dare to go up there? Showing off one's embarrassment?"
The poem Qin Ming recited earlier was Yang Lin's favorite work. Yang Lin originally expected Qin Ming to defeat Wei Chen in one fell swoop.
But in the end, Wei Chen's song "Linjiang Immortal" was so shocking that Qin Ming had no power to fight back and was completely defeated.
Looking at this situation, Canglang Poetry Club must not be able to withstand it any longer. The next person to appear is probably their Zuiweng Poetry Club.
But can the Zuiweng Poetry Society beat Wei Chen?
Yang Lin felt really unsure!
In order to prevent the Zuiweng Poetry Club from replicating the tragedy of the Canglang Poetry Club, Yang Lin could only choose to avoid the spotlight temporarily and at least save some face.
As soon as Yang Lin said this, other poetry clubs agreed, and no one was willing to become Wei Chen's next opponent.
Zhao Luosheng couldn't help but laugh when he saw that all the poetry societies were avoiding the battle. Anyway, he heard a song called "Linjiang Immortal" today, which made him satisfied, so he said: "Then let's call it a day."
Just as everyone was preparing to go back to their homes, Feng Hanzhang popped up again: "The poetry gathering is about to end, how about asking Brother Xingyun to write a poem as a conclusion? Brother Xingyun can write "Linjiang Immortal" For such a masterpiece, I believe this finishing work will not be bad!"
The implication of Feng Hanzhang's words is very obvious. Didn't you, Wei Chen, know it from birth? Couldn't you write such a shocking work as "Linjiang Immortal"? Well, you can compose another song for everyone to see!
If the poems written by Wei Chen are as good as "Linjiang Immortal", then Feng Hanzhang will naturally have nothing to say. But if Wei Chen cannot write it, then it is debatable who the author of "Linjiang Immortal" is.
At that time, even if Zhao Luosheng protects him again, it may not help, and even Zhao Luosheng himself will be implicated.
Wei Chen glanced at Feng Hanzhang, shook his head and sneered.
This guy is a smiling tiger. He is very good at hiding things behind his smile. He is best at leading people into his preset logical traps.
But so what? In the face of absolute strength, all conspiracies and tricks are in vain.
Want to test my poetry skills?
Okay, then I will accompany you to the end!
Wei Chen took a deep breath, cupped his hands at Zhao Luosheng and said, "Old sir, please give me a question!"
Zhao Luosheng became a little silent. He had lived for such a long time, how could he not see that Feng Hanzhang was deliberately making things difficult for Wei Chen.
But Feng Hanzhang spoke impeccably and was extremely polite on the surface, so Zhao Luosheng could not directly veto his proposal.
More importantly, Zhao Luosheng really wanted to see if Wei Chen could bring him a bigger surprise.
So Zhao Luosheng coughed lightly, waved his hands and said, "Let's take this as the topic."
When Wei Chen heard this, he knew clearly that Zhao Luosheng wanted him to defend himself. He glanced at Feng Hanzhang coldly, and almost without thinking, he shouted loudly:
"The dangerous things are not stuck in my chest,
How different are the floating clouds passing through space.
The night is quiet and the waves are thirty thousand miles away,
The moon shines brightly and flies under the sky wind. "
This song "Across the Sea" is Wei Chen's favorite poem among Mr. Yangming's poems, and it is just right to use it here.
In just four sentences, Wei Chen's free and easy mind and strong self-confidence are vividly displayed, and it also expresses Wei Chen's disdain for Feng Hanzhang's narrow view of right and wrong.
To Wei Chen, Feng Hanzhang was like the "floating clouds" in the poem, leaving no trace in his heart.
Feng Hanzhang was also a talented scholar in Fu Xue, so he could naturally feel the clear and pure state of mind in Wei Chen's poems. When he looked at Wei Chen again, he couldn't help but feel ashamed.
After a while, Feng Hanzhang lowered his proud head and stared at the ground in a daze without saying a word.
As for Yang Lin and others who were originally afraid of Wei Chen, now they were even more respectful and fearful of Wei Chen, and they all turned around and praised the beauty of Wei Chen's poems.
Let them come forward to challenge Wei Chen?
Do not make jokes.
Most people still know how much they weigh.
Zhao Luosheng originally had some doubts about Wei Chen, but after hearing this lofty and artistic song "Pan Hai", this doubt disappeared in the end.
Wei Chen had both the magnanimity of a great Confucian and the character of a famous scholar. Zhao Luosheng liked him so much that he even thought of accepting him as a disciple.
Even if Wei Chen already has a teacher, he can't only have one teacher. If Wei Chen's teacher is just a scholar or a minor figure, Zhao Luo will definitely grab this disciple.
Zhao Luosheng glanced at Feng Hanzhang, who was standing aside with a distracted look, and sighed softly: "This is the end of today's poetry meeting. Wei Chen will stay and return to the house with me."
Although Wei Chen didn't know what Zhao Luosheng was up to, he still held up his hands and said, "I dare not disobey the old gentleman's orders."
…
As the sun sets and the moon rises, an old man and a young man sit facing each other in the study of Zhao Mansion in Yangzhou.
Zhao Luosheng picked up a black chip and put it down calmly, then looked at Wei Chen and said with a half-smile, "I won this round again."
Wei Chen smiled bitterly and said: "The old gentleman is very skilled in chess and can be a great player. How can a student be his opponent?"
Wei Chen also played Go in his previous life, but it was not even at an amateur level. Moreover, the game of Go in Dazhou was very different from that in his previous life. If Wei Chen could play better than Zhao Luosheng, who had lived his whole life, he would be crazy.
As for this life, Wei Chen concentrated on the classics and had no time to study chess.
After all, Wei Chen has been in this world for too little time. It is not easy to specialize in the imperial examination. How can he cover everything.
As the saying goes, a gentleman is good at chess. Playing chess is an essential skill in the upper class circles. There is no one in the imperial court who is poor at chess.
It's still early to leave home for the exam, and there is plenty of time. Wei Chen should also spend some time on Go.
Otherwise, if you become a Jinshi or enter the Hanlin Academy in the future, when you play chess with your colleagues for fun, you will inevitably be laughed at as a bad chess player, which will be embarrassing and disastrous.
Zhao Luosheng pointed at the square chessboard and said solemnly: "Don't underestimate this chessboard. Although it is only the size of a palm, it requires hard work to move vertically and horizontally and advance and retreat according to your heart. You are now young. You are still young, so you may not understand what I am saying to you. You will not understand it until you enter officialdom in a few years."
Wei Chen immediately bowed and said, "Thank you, Mr. Old Master, for your teaching. The students will definitely remember it in their hearts."
Zhao Luosheng waved his hand: "At this age, I already have no desires and desires. I just wish there would be a few more talents in my hometown."
He went around in a circle and finally came to the topic: "I see that you are very talented, would you like to become your teacher?"
Zhao Luosheng's tone was earnest, but Wei Chen looked troubled when he heard this. He stood up and bowed his head and said: "The student is grateful for the appreciation from the old gentleman. However, the student already has a teacher, so it is not easy to switch to another student."
Zhao Luosheng had already expected that as talented and learned as Wei Chen, he must have become a teacher early. However, Zhao Luosheng was quite confident in his reputation and just asked indifferently: "Who is your teacher? Is he from Jiangnan?"
Wei Chen said truthfully: "My master Zhuang Zizhong, named Mr. Qingteng, is from Ji'an, Jiangxi."
"Clang!"
Zhao Luosheng stumbled on his buttocks and almost knocked over the chessboard on his bed.
After a while, Mr. Zhao, who had regained his balance, coughed slightly and asked Wei Chen with an embarrassed look on his face: "Isn't Mr. Qingteng only giving lectures but not accepting disciples?"
Wei Chen bowed his head and said, "Wei is very talented and has little knowledge. It is only because of his mentor that he never gives up, so he is lucky enough to serve you."
