"The yellow sand will wear golden armor in a hundred battles. If you don't defeat Beiyan, you will never return it!" Wang Tiexuan kept mumbling to himself, with a look of disbelief on his face.
The artistic conception in this poem is so simple and easy to understand, yet so shocking.
Is this really written by a boy who is no more than twenty years old?
And he has never been to the frontier or on the battlefield?
Unbelievable! It’s really unbelievable!
This kid is almost as smart as a demon!
Mr. Drunkard also stood up and praised him, saying: "Brother Gu's attainments in poetry really put us to shame."
"Hahaha, this is my talented scholar from Huainan!" Qin Xiuwen said with joy on his face.
The look Xiang Zhirou looked at Gu Beichuan was even more extraordinary. Those eyes were like ripples of autumn water, charming and moving.
Nowadays, there is even more tenderness and sweetness in it. How can people enjoy it?
She had always tried her best to overestimate Gu's literary talent, but now, she realized that she still underestimated it.
The talent of everyone is like the stars in the sky, unattainable.
It is also like the vast East China Sea, which is unfathomable.
It is a blessing for the Huainan literary world to have such an outstanding person grow up in Huainan!
She could even foresee that when these two poems reached Kyoto, everyone in the so-called literary world would be shocked.
Taking care of everyone, he is a natural talent!
The talented people in the audience looked at each other and could see the dullness, astonishment, and confusion on each other's faces.
In this situation, they are really a little...unbelievable.
Overnight, three masterpieces came out.
And they are all made by one person!
If you tell me this, who would dare to believe it?
"The talents of everyone are beyond our reach!"
Bang bang bang, bang bang bang.
In an instant, the audience burst into applause.
Everyone seems to be cheering for the birth of Huainan Wenquxing!
"Brother Gu Xian, I don't know if this poem has a name?" Qin Xiuwen asked on the high platform.
"Let's call this poem "Walking in the Army". What do you think?"
"What a good name for a poem! In a few days, I will ask people to spread the two poems "Zhenyumen" and "Journey March" to Kyoto, so that you, my dear brother, can become famous in the Daqian literary world!"
Qin Xiuwen was very happy, as if he had imagined the shock of the young people in Kyoto after seeing these two poems.
Although Gu Beichuan was not a student under his tutelage, he was still a talented scholar from Huainan. He could naturally feel proud and proud to avenge his ridicule!
Gu Beichuan smiled helplessly. If possible, he really didn't want to become such a famous person in the literary world.
After all... people who thrive on fame may be burdened by fame in the future.
It's better to be in business, spend the money you earn on your own, be free and worry-free.
As for those false names in the literary world, if they are not brought with them during life and will not be taken away after death, what is the use of them?
But now that the matter has come to this, he can't help it, so he simply lets it go and accepts it calmly.
After "Joining the Army" was written, neither King Jing nor anyone else asked Gu Beichuan to write poems. After all, everything must be done within a certain limit, and going too far is never enough.
Three songs in one night is a shocking act.
The second half of the poetry meeting was filled with people drinking and having fun, and finally they all dispersed.
As for writing poetry...
To be honest, with Gu Beichuan's three masterpieces in front of them, the other talents would not dare to present them even if they had prepared poems.
During this poetry party, Prince Jing was very happy to eat famous dishes from Feihong and Tenglong restaurants.
Everyone got three poems by Gu Beichuan and were very happy.
All the talented people were equally happy to see that Gu Beichuan had made Huainan famous.
There was only one person who was quite resentful.
When the guests were leaving, Pang Juanzhi was sitting alone in the hunting wind. For a moment, I just felt miserable and miserable, so sad.
Good guy, he has been preparing for so long, but in the end, he didn't even get a chance to go on stage to compose a poem. How could he be so miserable?
Brother Gu, Brother Gu, I thought you were here to share some of my burdens.
But who would have thought...
well! A sigh seemed particularly long in the autumn wind.
Pang Juanzhi clenched his fists and gritted his teeth, stood up and said:
"I can no longer drink alcohol all day long and stay in such a muddle-headed state."
"I must strive to be the first and advance vigorously. Only in this way can I hope to surpass Brother Gu."
"Otherwise, I'm afraid I will be left far behind!"
…
Three days later.
At Gu's house in the south of the city, Gu Beichuan took back his pen and ink, stuffed the written rice paper into the small bamboo tube on Xiao Qing's leg, and saw Xiao Qing flying away with trembling wings.
In recent days, its workload has been increasing day by day!
Gu Beichuan also secretly wondered why, for some reason, the correspondence between the girl and him had become increasingly close since the second Huainan Poetry Meeting.
At least one letter a day, and even worse, two letters a day.
And he also revealed his name - Zhirou!
But he refused to say his last name.
He didn't know if it was Gu Beichuan's misunderstanding, but he always felt that this girl Zhirou showed some admiration for him both in her words and in her words.
But...since he didn't explain it, Gu Beichuan couldn't say anything.
After all, in his era, those who were recklessly confident would probably be called a common man.
It's better to let nature take its course.
Boom, boom, boom.
There was a knock on the door.
"Come in."
The next moment, Uncle Fu walked in and looked at Gu Beichuan with longing in his eyes.
"Master, today, the owners of those restaurants came to see you again. Are they still missing?"
"No, after waiting for them for three days, it's time to finish." Gu Beichuan said with a smile.
…
Private room on the second floor of Feihong Restaurant.
Except for Zhao Tenglong, all the large-scale restaurant owners in Huainan are basically gathered here.
"Liu Dongjia, tell me, what does Gu Beichuan mean by suddenly agreeing to see us?"
"What else could there be? In my opinion, it's nothing more than fear. After all, there are quite a few of us. If we gather together, and add the imperial chef Sun Huaimin, we can also take away a lot of Feihong's business."
This sounds very encouraging, but just listen to it. If you really believe it, I'm afraid you will be tricked into hiding.
At the Huainan Poetry Festival, although the imperial chef Sun Huaimin showed his style with three imperial dishes, Feihong won after all.
Do people need to be afraid of us?
Besides, if I were really afraid, I wouldn’t have asked me to wait for three full days to wear off our energy before we met.
The current restaurant structure in Huainan is still dominated by the Feihong family, and their resistance has had no effect.
It is they who seek help from others and live by the breath of Feihong.
Therefore, the next negotiation is very important, as it affects whether their restaurants can continue to open in Feihong!
boom!
Just as everyone's thoughts were racing, the door of the box was pushed open.
Gu Beichuan came in!
