The Zhuangyuan Building is divided into three floors, and each floor has strict entry requirements.
On the first floor, scholars can enter.
On the second floor, only talented people can enter.
The third floor can be entered by anyone.
The much-anticipated Zhongyuan Poetry Festival was held on the third floor, and everyone who could be invited was famous.
What?
Did you see Wang Kun on the third floor?
There's nothing you can do about it, because the Zhuangyuan Building is also his family's property!
certainly……
Even though this guy likes to crawl into dog holes, he is still very polite when in front of others. Compared with usual people, he is completely different.
Wang Kun naturally also saw Jiang Yifeng and Su Dongchu, but his father kept dragging him to establish relationships and had no chance to come to them.
"Hey, aren't these Miss Su and Young Master Su? I didn't expect that Young Master Su, who is ignorant and has no skills, is also qualified to participate in the Zhongyuan Poetry Competition."
Suddenly, a figure stood in front of Jiang Yifeng, Su Yingxue, and Su Dongchu, and said sarcastically in a sinister tone.
There were many people on the third floor of the Zhuangyuan Building. When they heard the movement here, they all looked at her.
Literary men are different from martial men.
The martial artist was not convinced and went out to fight. After a good fight, the next second they could eat meat and drink together, and they might even become sworn brothers.
But literati are different...
The literati are not convinced and can only talk. They are called gentlemen who use their words but do not use their hands.
Even if they lose in the literary talent competition, the literati will find various excuses and focus on being cremated for three days so that their mouth will still be there.
"Rubbish!"
Facing the figure blocking his way, Su Dongchu did not look directly at him and said two words in contempt.
I have to say that under Jiang Yifeng's training, Su Dongchu was really expressive when he said the word 'garbage'.
That feeling of arrogance was brought into full play.
And that figure froze on the spot, unable to recover for a long time, as if it had eaten a fly, and always felt that its throat was stuck.
"Is this young man recommended by Master Hu? It is insulting to elegance and impolite."
"Zhao Bingfang is one of the four most talented people in Su City, and he is considered his elder. He actually said the word 'trash'. It's really arrogant."
"Today's young people are becoming more and more disrespectful."
In addition to some young poets, there were also some elderly poets who came to participate in the Zhongyuan Poetry Festival. They came to serve as judges.
They felt disgusted when they saw that the young Su Dongchu did not give face to their seniors.
After all, they are also seniors.
good!
The tone is still not arrogant enough!
Jiang Yifeng listened to the comments from others around him, but didn't take it seriously at all. Instead, he commented on Su Dongchu's acting skills.
"What's the point of arguing with each other? This is the Zhongyuan Poetry Club, and we are comparing poems?" Zhao Bingfang suppressed his anger and maintained the demeanor of a poet on his face.
"Are you... worthy?"
Su Dongchu smiled contemptuously and said something shocking again.
Of course, Jiang Yifeng taught him these, telling him to use this trick when someone wants to compete with him in poetry.
Anyway, you can't do anything at the Zhongyuan Poetry Meeting. Naturally, you can say whatever is unpleasant. I don't believe that these literati who care about reputation and face dare to use foul language in such an occasion like Su Dongchu.
As for Su Dongchu...
He is still a child.
A child who is arrogant can only be regarded as young and ignorant at best, and will be forgiven. In addition, Su Dongchu does not care about his reputation.
Therefore, as long as you have a thick skin, other people's gossip will not hurt you.
"Su Dongchu, this is the Zhongyuan Poetry Club, and all the people here are elegant people. Be careful what you say." Zhao Bingfang was a little angry, "Besides, even your eldest brother has to give me three points of noodles."
"..."
When Su Dongchu heard this, he didn't know how to answer, because he seemed unable to cope with the few vocabulary words his brother-in-law taught him.
So, he could only look at Jiang Yifeng.
Jiang Yifeng also taught him this trick. Once he encounters a problem, just look at him.
Jiang Yifeng quickly put his ear to it, and then kept nodding, "Master, I understand."
Then, he said: "My young master said, life is short, why should he have to give you face? If you want thin noodles, go to the young master."
Zhao Bingfang said angrily: "I'm talking to your young master, how can you, a book boy, get a chance to interrupt?"
Hearing this, Jiang Yifeng looked at Su Dongchu.
Su Dongchu's eyes lit up because he knew how to answer this question.
"You don't deserve to talk to me."
After saying that, Su Dongchu walked towards a free position.
But Zhao Bingfang stopped Su Dongchu again, "No, you must compete with me today, otherwise you will never leave."
"All right!"
When Su Dongchu saw Jiang Yifeng nodding slightly, he did not refuse and said, "Since you are one of the four great talents in Su City, I will compete with you. You start first!"
This sentence was freely expressed by Su Dongchu.
When he usually fights with people in the academy, he always lets the other person make the first move.
"Why should I come first?"
"If I come first, you won't have the shame to write poetry."
After saying that, Su Dongchu walked to the free seat and sat down, and Jiang Yifeng quickly poured the wine.
"Hmph, arrogant."
Zhao Bingfang snorted coldly and asked someone to bring him pen, ink, paper and inkstone. After thinking for a moment, he picked up the pen and started writing.
With just a cup of tea, a poem was composed.
After writing it, he checked it several times and finally nodded with satisfaction. He felt that this poem was considered the best among his works.
Thinking of this, he looked at Su Dongchu and smiled contemptuously.
Why should a dandy kid compare with him?
"Please appreciate it, sirs!"
Zhao Bingfang waited for the pen and ink to dry a little, then gave the poem he had written to the county guard.
It's not that the county governor's ability to appreciate poetry is very good. The main thing is that his status is there, and he has to show it to the county governor even if he doesn't show it to anyone, so as to make a good impression.
As for the others, they could only gather around.
When others saw that Zhao Bingfang had finished the poem, they were not to be left behind, and they all started to prepare.
Although the current feud is between Su Dongchu and Zhao Bingfang, this is the Zhongyuan Poetry Society after all. If they can write a popular poem, they will become famous in the Zhou Dynasty overnight.
"Huh... rubbish."
Zhao Bingfang couldn't help but smile contemptuously when he saw other people writing poems.
At this time, the county governor and the senior poets had all finished appreciating Zhao Bingfang's lyrics.
"I thought this poem could be released!"
"The Sheriff has really good eyesight, I think so too."
"Fortunately, the county governor has become an official, otherwise there would be no place for us and others in the poetry circle of the Great Zhou Dynasty."
A group of senior poets flattered him vigorously.
Although the county guard knew that these people were flattering him, he couldn't help but laugh because it felt good to be flattered.
"Then let him out!"
As the county guard spoke, he handed the lyrics written by Zhao Bingfang to the clerk in Zhuangyuan Building.
The waiter ceremoniously took it with both hands and shouted loudly outside the Zhuangyuan Building: "The first masterpiece of the Zhongyuan Poetry Society was written by Zhao Bingfang, one of the four great talents in Suzhou City, for all students to appreciate!"
At the same time as the sound sounded, Zhuangyuanlou framed the words written by Zhao Bingfang at an extremely fast speed, and then the clerk hung them up.
When the scholars outside the Zhuangyuan Building saw this, they stepped forward one after another and started talking at the same time.
"In the previous Zhongyuan Poetry Festival, it took a long time for the poems to be released. I didn't expect it to be so early this year."
"Of course, this is Zhao Bingfang, one of the four great talents in Su City."
"He deserves to be one of the four great talents in Sioux City. This poem is so well written, with beautiful words, profound artistic conception, and both poetry and lyrics. It is truly worthy of the title."
"I think it's just average, too much craftsmanship, tangible but not spiritual..."
"Although it is considered a masterpiece, I still feel that it is not as stunning as it is, and it is probably at the average level of previous years."
After Zhao Bingfang's lyrics were published, some people liked them, while others thought they were average, but the overall evaluation was still very high.
Of course, the poems that can be released by Zhuangyuanlou are also good in themselves.
after all……
Scholars from all over Jiujiang County come to the annual Zhongyuan Poetry Festival. As long as the poems are released, they will soon spread among the literati.
Whether it is to improve your reputation or obtain fame in the future, it will be of great benefit.
Inside the Zhuangyuan Building.
One poem after another was sent to the governor.
Unfortunately, with Zhao Bingfang's poems as a reference, other people's poems would be more or less flawed. In the end, not a single poem was released.
no way!
The standards for being released by the Zhuangyuan Building are very high. Even those who are somewhat famous in the poetry world will find it difficult to write poems that can be released.
"Ha ha……"
But at this moment, Zhao Bingfang, who had been drinking, suddenly burst into laughter, "Here comes the pen, here comes the ink, here comes the paper..."
Upon hearing this, the clerk from Zhuangyuan Building quickly brought him pen, ink, paper and inkstone.
Zhao Bingfang was holding wine in one hand and a pen in the other, writing quickly on the paper.
"I didn't expect that Zhao Xian's nephew was full of literary thoughts. He had just composed a masterpiece, and he was inspired again." The county guard stroked his beard and said with a smile.
"Zhao Bingfang is one of the four great talents in Sioux City. He is known as the best in both poetry and poetry. If nothing unexpected happens, at least two of his poems will be released today."
A senior poet in the poetry circle who had a good relationship with the Zhao family began to speak favorably for Zhao Bingfang.
Of course, he mainly spoke these words to the county governor.
As the largest official in Jiujiang County, the county governor has a quota to recommend talents to the court every year. If he can be appreciated by the county governor, he can easily become an official in the court, and the imperial examination is just a formality.
It's a pity that the old fox like the county guard can't understand the other party's thoughts, so he pretends to be confused and says: "Then I will be lucky today. Let's not make any noise, don't affect him."
"Hehe...hehe..."
The poetry senior who was good friends with the Zhao family smiled awkwardly.
In a corner where no one could see, Wang Kun quietly came to Jiang Yifeng and called him "big brother" respectfully.
"Brother, why are you wearing the clothes of a book boy? Are these the clothes of a servant?"
"What happened to the servant's clothes?"
Jiang Yifeng glanced around and lowered his voice: "Don't you realize that if you wear other people's clothes, no one will pay attention?"
"Right!"
Wang Kun said with some envy: "If I could, I would wear other people's clothes. You don't know how many people I bowed to today, and I still have to keep a fake smile. It's so annoying."
Jiang Yifeng rolled his eyes at Wang Kun, "You piece of shit, don't be ignorant of your blessings. At your level, if this restaurant wasn't owned by your family, you wouldn't have the right to watch from outside."
"hey-hey!"
Wang Kun smiled.
Jiang Yifeng asked: "This Zhao Bingfang looks very powerful. Is he good at composing poetry?"
"Of course, he is the best in poetry and poetry among the four great talents. He has been taught by famous poets since he was a child. His poetry is one of the best in Sioux City."
"But he's showing off in front of your brother, what do you think we should do?"
"Brother wants to teach him a lesson?"
"There is such an idea."
"Brother, this is not good! He is just pretending, and I don't think it's time to teach him a lesson."
"You're wrong about that."
Jiang Yifeng felt that Wang Kun's thoughts were dangerous, so he educated him: "If he didn't cause trouble for me, I would naturally not deal with him, but if he blocks the way for me and your second brother, this is a provocation."
"And when faced with someone who provokes you, do you know what to do?"
Wang Kun shook his head and said he didn't know.
"Of course you have to strike first. Rather than letting others drive you to a dead end, it is better to leave others with no way out."
"Brother, I seem to understand."
"Give!"
Jiang Yifeng suddenly took out a packet of laxatives and handed it over, saying, "Now that you understand, the next step is the practical part. Later, you can ask the restaurant clerk to put this packet of laxatives in the wine and send it to him."
"..."
Wang Kun's eyes widened.
Wasn't it said that Zhao Bingfang was the first to provoke?
Brother, why do you have a pack of prepared laxatives on you?
However, after Wang Kun hesitated for a moment, he happily took the laxative.
He has always been curious about whether Zhao Bingfang, one of the four most talented people in Suzhou City, would suffer a severe diarrhea after taking laxatives.
…
I have to admit that Zhao Bingfang's poetry skills are very strong, and he wrote another poem soon.
After being appreciated by the county guard and judges, the poem was released.
"In just a short period of time, Mr. Zhao has already composed two excellent poems. I am afraid that this time he will be the best poet."
"The poets of this generation are really unlucky. They finally got the qualification to participate in the Zhongyuan Poetry Festival, but they met Mr. Zhao, who is an expert in poetry and poetry. In the end, he could only become a foil."
"If I remember correctly, the poet named Du Menghui who had the most poems released in previous years was a poet named Du Menghui. He had three poems released. If Mr. Zhao releases one more poem, he can be compared with Du Menghui."
"Du Menghui is a great talent, and he is the only number one scholar in Su City. I think Mr. Zhao is a little behind, but he is already very good if he can be released into two poems."
Although there is no limit to the number of poems a person can release, as more and more poems are released, the quality requirements will become more stringent.
Zhao Bingfang can only be released with two poems, which is already quite terrifying. In previous years, Zhao Bingfang would definitely be the top poet this year.
At this moment, the man's voice came again from the No. 1 Scholar Building.
"The third masterpiece of the Zhongyuan Poetry Society was written by Zhao Bingfang, one of the four great talents in Sioux City, for all students to appreciate!"
