0154. Poetry (1)

damn it!

This damn thing can absorb hatred and be ridiculed?

Li Mu almost felt like he was shot while lying down. It wasn't me who said I was extremely talented, it was Zheng Cunjian who was the sycophant... Moreover, even if it was me who said that I was in the way of you guys, I deserved to ridicule him directly. ?

For a moment, Li Mu wanted to pull back, but after thinking about it, he decided to let it go. Today he came to see a prostitute... Oh, no, he came to see a beautiful woman. There was no need to make a fuss over such a trivial matter.

Zheng Cunjian on the side narrowed his eyes slightly.

In Chang'an City, there were many people who dared to mock him, but they definitely did not include the people at the next table.

However, Li Mu did not retort, and he could not overstep his authority. However, Zheng Cunjian kept the faces of these people in his heart. After today's incident, he would slowly settle the accounts with these unscrupulous people. He just slapped a flattery on the horse's hoof, and he must not let it go. The name of "Black-hearted Scholar" is not for nothing.

Seeing that neither Li Mu nor Zheng Cunjian refuted, the five or six young people at the next table became even more unscrupulous.

"Haha, you are smart enough to humiliate yourself by not retorting. Do you know who is sitting next to me?" A short and fat scholar, as big as a short winter melon, sneered and said: "Beside me This person is the chief of Hanshan Academy in Chang'an City. He is truly unparalleled in talent. This year, when the Empire opens its subjects, he is destined to be a high school Jinshi. Hehe, on Liufang Street, you don't know the literature of Senior Brother Lin Qiushui. name?"

The young man with a fair face and rich clothes who spoke first raised his head proudly when he heard the words, for fear that others would not know that he was the chief of Hanshan Academy.

Several other young people at the same table were dressed the same as the short, fat winter melon, and had the same clothes. They must all be scholars from the so-called Hanshan Academy.

When Zheng Cunjian heard this, his expression changed slightly but he didn't say anything.

Hanshan Academy is quite powerful in Chang'an Prefecture. It has produced some nobles, bureaucrats and local princes. Moreover, the academies in this world are not only about reading, but also about the six arts of a gentleman. Scholars also learn martial arts. Excellent disciples trained by Hanshan Academy , it can be said that all of them are both civil and military.

However, Zheng Cunjian didn't particularly take these things to heart.

He wants to punish someone, and he has many means. When the time comes, these scholars will die in the smelly sewer, and no one knows how they died.

Soon, another sneer came from the side, from another direction, and someone said in a strange way: "Haha, is Hanshan Academy great? The last time the empire opened a subject, how many people were admitted to Hanshan Academy? Are there more people than I, Fengming Academy?"

To Li Mu's left hand side, there were six or seven young scholars sitting. The one who spoke was a tall, thin scholar with a dark face, a hooked nose, sharp eyebrows, and habitually squinting his eyes, giving him a sinister air. , judging by his clothes, he should be from another academy, which is naturally the Fengming Academy he mentioned.

Hearing this, Lin Qiu Shui slapped the table, stood up, and said, "Does Fengming Academy dare to compare with Hanshan Academy in the ranking of the imperial examinations? Liu Muyang, you were my defeated opponent in the last poetry meeting. How dare you compare with me?" Dare you say something rude?"

The dark-faced scholar with a hooked nose also clapped his folding fan, stood up, and said in a cold voice: "Last time it was because you knew the title of the poem in advance and were well prepared. I accidentally missed it, and tonight I will spend all my time opening the window to do the poem." Yes, I will definitely trample you under my feet."

"Really? Liu, I'm afraid you don't have that ability." The short winter melon scholar from Hanshan Academy immediately helped.

A group of people from Fengming Academy gave up and stood up and started talking.

The already bustling hall on the first floor of Wenshengzhai immediately became more and more noisy.

The verbal exchanges between the two groups of scholars attracted the attention of many people, and two Mamasang, who were in charge of order, came over to comfort them.

When Li Mu saw this, he couldn't help but laugh.

These are the scholars of the Western Qin Empire who cursed loudly in brothels. In the future, the empire can still count on such people to be officials and patrol the common people?

Liu Muyang from Fengming Academy saw Li Mu's smile and snorted coldly, saying: "You brat, why are you laughing? I was scolded just now and you didn't even dare to fart, so you still have the nerve to laugh here? You are really ignorant and ignorant. , shameless."

"That is, in the future, as a human being, you must not be as hopeless as this coward. When someone scolds someone, he does not dare to retaliate."

"It's really pitiful for someone like Lin Qiu Shui to scold him so hard that he doesn't dare to raise his head."

"Forget it, let's not talk about him. He is just an insignificant person. Everyone, let's concentrate on thinking about what kind of work we should use to win the favor of everyone."

"Exactly."

A group of scholars looked at Li Mu with eyes filled with contempt.

Ah?

Li Mu was immediately confused.

Damn it, I was hit by an arrow while lying down again.

You can get scolded if you just smile casually. When I went out today, did I not count my almanac or wash my face? Unknowingly, I came out with a mocking face?

He was about to have an attack when suddenly there was a bang and someone slammed the table where Li Mu and Li Mu were sitting and said, "Boy, is there no one sitting here?" After saying that, without waiting for Li Mu's reply, he sat down directly and said, He called his companions, "No one is sitting here. Come and sit here."

Crash.

Five or six figures immediately crowded around Li Mu and Zheng Cunjian.

The tables and chairs in the Wen Shengzhai Hall can usually seat about eight people. The table for Li Mu and Li Mu is slightly smaller in area, but it is one of the best-positioned tables. With these six people sitting on it, it suddenly seemed crowded and made people feel uncomfortable. There is no interest at all.

Li Mu was originally furious, and his temper was almost uncontrollable, but looking at the clothes of these men, they were clearly disciples of the Tianjian Martial Arts School, and they seemed to be elite disciples among the elite. They were wearing red flame soft armor and were made of precious materials. Han, and each of the six people was of high strength, but judging from their appearance, they did not know Li Mu. It was obvious that these people were not present when Li Mu overturned the Tianjian Martial Arts Hall.

After knowing the identity of the other party, Li Mu got angry and started to feel bad. He did not have an attack but continued to sit expressionlessly.

Zheng Cunjian couldn't figure out what Li Mu meant by this. In his impression, this man had never been a good-tempered man who wouldn't fight back or scold him. He must have some agenda, so he suppressed his temper and stood aside. Sitting.

On the other side, the two desks of scholars from Fengming Academy and Hanshan Academy burst out laughing when they saw this scene, and started making sarcastic comments about Li Mu and Zheng Cunjian.

Some other guests in the hall also looked at Li Mu and Li Mu with pity, sympathy, disdain and contempt. They probably thought that these two people were poor scholars from somewhere or ordinary people with no power. People want to take advantage of the flower window to come and gain fame.

This kind of thing has happened before. Some poor people thought hard and prepared poems and essays, hoping to win the favor of flower lords so that they could become famous. Otherwise, literati and oirans were born to be entangled. Today's Western Qin The empire's Young Master Wen Zongbin was rumored to have been favored by Gongsun, the courtesan of Qincheng, and he started his legendary counterattack from a poor scholar. This way of becoming famous has also been imitated by many literati, with varying results.

Today, there are many scribes in ordinary clothes standing in the hall, eagerly awaiting the arrival of the window opening time.

There was a man among them, not to mention wearing rags, but also a little unkempt. His eyes were shining, staring at a location on the third floor of the attic, like a jackal staring at its prey, looking impatient.

Finally, the song and dance ended, and it was time for the much-anticipated moment tonight——

The time for Hua Xiangrong Hua to open the windows has arrived.

In the entire hall, and even in the private rooms on the second floor, people from all walks of life couldn't hold it any longer.

The person in charge of Wen Shengzhai, Bai Xuan's mother, came out and said a few words, and then directly announced the opening of the window. Ten maids dressed in light green scholar uniforms and disguised as men came down from the third floor and came to the lobby on the first floor. In the middle, lined up, in front of each maid, there is a table with the four treasures of the study, pens, ink, paper and inkstones.

"The title of Hua's poem today is two words - woman. Please take this as the title and express your thoughts."

A beautiful mamasang stood at the staircase on the second floor with a genuine smile.

There was an immediate exclamation in the hall.

Some people looked distressed and disappointed, because the finished poems they had prepared so hard and asked for from various places were completely different from the poem titles announced to everyone tonight. If you don't get it on the table, if you take it out and you'll be laughed at, that's it.

"Damn it, didn't the insider say that the title of tonight's poem is Yong Yue?"

"I also heard that it's Zanmei..."

"Damn Mr. Zhang Gui, you cheated me of ten taels of silver. It's so hateful. There's no chance this time."

Someone cursed angrily.

When Li Mu saw and heard such scenes, he couldn't help but become curious about Hua Xiangrong from Wen Shengzhai.

This woman has great influence, just like those super female stars on the earth. No, those female stars don't have such great charm. She opens the window three times a month. On the opening day, she can cause Chang'an to There is a commotion among celebrities and aristocrats in the city. These people can still be seen in the hall. Those high-status people in the private rooms on the second floor who have not shown up are probably preparing more and spending a lot of money.

Soon, someone walked up and wrote a poem——

"There is a beautiful woman in the southern country, her face is as beautiful as a peach and plum. She looks into the bright mirror in the morning and leans against the rouge window at night. The customs of the times value beauty, who can tell the truth? Looking down at the end of the year, it is difficult to rely on glory for a long time."

The person who wrote the poem was the shabby and shabby man Li Mu saw before. After finishing writing, he laughed loudly and threw the pen to the ground, with a free and easy attitude as if his fame was like a floating cloud.

"What a poem." Someone in the crowd praised.

"It is indeed a good poem. The names of places and people are consistent, and the idea is unique."

"Humph, although the poem is good, it is too arrogant. It insinuates that people's beauty will not last long. How can it be selected?"

"Kuansheng, do you want to attract everyone's attention with this hard-to-get trick?"

There were all kinds of discussions around.

Some of Hua Xiangrong's 'fans' were extremely indignant towards this crazy student who was insinuating that Hua Xiangrong was serving everyone with her beauty. Some of them were so impulsive that they wanted to have their fill of old fists. Only this crazy student, Laughing loudly, standing behind the desk with a look of disdain and ridicule.

Li Mu shook his head.

Whether the poem is good or bad, I don’t care for the moment, but this dear friend is really a great writer.

If you look closely, you will see that this man's legs are actually shaking under his loose robe. It is obvious that he is acting. Although his acting skills are good, he is much less courageous.

After a moment, I came to a conclusion, and news came from the third floor. This "Beauty Poetry" was actually selected. It caught the favor of everyone in Hua Xiang Rong Hua. The maid dried the ink on it, and then hung it high. On the second floor.

This is the first poem selected tonight.

The slovenly man smiled even more wildly and was led to a round table that had been prepared nearby. He sat down temporarily and was served with good wine and food.

When the others saw it, they immediately became jealous.

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