Although these people claim to be reading people, in Wang Yan's eyes, they are nothing more than some wealthy family, blindly advocating to follow the trend under the name of scholars, and willful and reckless playboys!
Let's not talk about the literati, the real scholar will first explain the truth when encountering things, be polite, gentle and delicate, how can they be like them, as long as they think they are wrong, they will use force without telling the reason.
As the saying goes: Take the way of the other, and give the body to the other.
What kind of method must be used to deal with what kind of person.
Looking at the paper in the hand of the man in the brocade robe, Wang Yan already had an idea in his heart. Since they call themselves scholars, they will solve the matter by themselves.
Stepping forward, Wang Yan grabbed the piece of paper with one hand.
"What are you doing? Do you still want to destroy the evidence?"
Seeing this scene, the man in jinpao turned pale with fright, and reached out his hand to grab it. Unexpectedly, Wang Yan pushed it gently, and the man in jinpao couldn't help but retreat a few steps back.
Ignoring them, Wang Yan unfolded the rice paper and glanced at it. The first thing that caught his eye was the title directly above, called "Song Mei".
"A little red plum comes into the garden, and Aoxue blooms high in the sun! Qiongzhi is so sparse and beautiful, and people plant it everywhere in the south of the Yangtze River."
A seven-character quatrain appeared on the paper, and the inscription was He Huailiang.
"What a poem!"
"Sure enough, it's a good poem! Young Master He is a great talent."
When the passers-by around heard it, they couldn't help but praise him.
The whole poem is neatly confronted, the rhythm is catchy, and every word and sentence expresses the praise of plum blossoms. This person really deserves to be called "Poetry Jun".
However, for Wang Yan, who has experienced nine years of compulsory education, although this poem is unique, it is still too ordinary after all.
The talent is enough, the artistic conception is insufficient, and the fairy spirit is even less.
"I didn't expect you, a Taoist priest, to recite poetry! It's a pity that such a wonderful poem, reciting it from your mouth, is simply an insult."
The Qingpao scholar chattered endlessly, still not planning to let him go.
"That's it?"
Wang Yan glanced at him with a look of disdain on his face.
"To tell you the truth, Xiaodao happened to have read books for a few years, and there are several poems in his chest. I can't say how subtle they are, but one of them can be ten times better than this poem."
As soon as these words came out, most of the people present were sighed for a while.
"Hahahaha... Little Taoist priest, it's ridiculous. Young Master He's talent is known all over the world. A random poem is worth a hundred gold. You Taoist priest don't know how deep it is. How can ants shake an elephant?"
A passerby laughed, apparently in disbelief.
After his mockery, many people were brought into a rhythm, and even He Huailiang, who was hiding upstairs and watching the excitement, couldn't help but sneer.
"How do you know if you don't try it?"
Wang Yan was neither angry nor angry about this. Now he just wanted to get out of the way quickly, except for the way of making amends.
Everyone has dignity, and some people even regard dignity as more important than life.
Wang Yan confessed that he did not break the law, nor did he do anything wrong. He just accidentally stepped on a piece of paper with poems written on it, and he was treated so unfairly.
If they were reasonable at first, they might have given way, but since they were so aggressive, I'm sorry, he wouldn't accept it anyway.
"Heaven Comes"
Now these people are like mad dogs, and it is obviously not an easy task to let them go willingly.
Unless he can come up with more powerful works, let them know that there are mountains beyond the mountains, and there are people above them, so as to dampen their arrogance and the mentality of eyes above the top.
"You're not ashamed to say it! How talented is Young Master He, how can you be compared to someone from the mountains? I advise you not to bring shame on yourself, and go upstairs with me quickly, and apologize to Young Master He and me in front of everyone. ."
Qingpao scholar knew that He Huailiang was watching, so he just wanted to show more in front of him. If he could get him to give a poem, not to mention that he would be very face-saving in front of his peers in the future, even if he got the calligraphy and painting market, he could sell it on the market. good price.
"Yes! You must apologize."
The men in brocade robes, plus a group of Confucian scholars, also responded in a row.
"Alas! Fortunately, Er and others are still reading people. Since you are so confident that my poetry is not comparable to his, why are you obstructing it in every possible way?"
Wang Yan felt that this group of people could not understand human words, and couldn't help but feel helpless.
"Xiaodao admits that he is not at fault, and will never apologize to you. I stepped on his poem, and at most I can write one to compensate him. Even if you take Xiaodao to the government office, and see the county master, Xiaodao will also It's just that you don't want compensation, and it has nothing to do with me."
These words made people wait for a while, and they were speechless for a while.
"You... you... rhetoric!"
The Jinpao man was in a hurry, but he couldn't think of any words for a while.
"That's all! Don't make any more noise, brothers and sisters."
When things got to this point, that Young Master He finally came down from the upstairs.
Dressed in a light blue long gown, with a handsome appearance, in his twenties, holding a folding fan, he leisurely stepped out of the door of the restaurant and appeared to persuade him.
When everyone saw the talented He Da, a feeling of admiration immediately emerged, including many passers-by who were watching, also shouting from He Gongzi.
He Huailiang waved his hand, and the scene gradually quieted down.
"Ashamed! Ashamed! This is a trivial matter, how could it be like this? The Taoist priest is really sorry, He Mou has caused you trouble!"
He Huailiang bowed apologetically to him.
"Young Master He is really hearty! It's informal."
"That's it! You have talent and a good personality, and you will become a great weapon in the future!"
Among the passers-by, there were many people who whispered and praised.
"Don't dare to be! It's a rudeness to Xiaodao."
Since the other party came to such a scene, Wang Yan naturally didn't want to continue the stalemate, so he returned a salute and handed back the poem in his hand to him.
"He has always loved to meet friends with poetry. I just heard that the Taoist priest can also write poetry, and I am very happy. If the Taoist priest does not give up, I hope to teach He Mou Er!"
He Huailiang didn't even look at it, he threw the rice paper to the book boy beside him, and said with a smile.
Sure enough, it's still here.
Hearing that he questioned his poems, he obviously couldn't bear it any longer, but it was fine. He could resolve it face to face, and it would save trouble later.
"Young Master He is serious! How can Xiaodao's poems be compared with Young Master He? It's nothing more than a whimper. I hope you don't take offense."
Wang Yan was originally polite, but he didn't expect to hear these words in the ears of others, but it was not the same thing at all.
"Isn't it quite capable just now? Why is he so timid when I meet Young Master He now! Hahahaha..."
"Let's just say it! How can this person from the mountains be compared with Young Master He, he is nothing more than a big talk. Now he is shocked by our Young Master's talent. It is a normal thing."
Several Confucian scholars laughed at each other while teasing Wang Yan.
"It can't be unreasonable!"
He drank lightly, and those few people stopped talking.
"The Taoist priest is too modest. What he said just now is powerful, but it's not like a joke. There are poems, so no matter whether it is good or bad, why not write it down and exchange it, so that I can open my eyes and learn from each other's strengths!"
After He Huai'an's words were finished, the scholar in Qingpao also took the opportunity to speak.
"Young Master He is right. If you really have the ability to write it, I am willing to apologize to you for your previous unreasonableness. If you can't write it, or the poems you write can't satisfy me, hum! Young Master He The adults will not be held accountable in large numbers, and I will not be so easy to talk about."
For the sake of this, Wang Yan already knew the intention of the other party.
Today's poem, if I can write it, it will be fine, but if I can't write it, the two form a sharp contrast.
At that time, the surnamed He can not only take the opportunity to gain another wave of popularity, but also make himself humiliated in front of everyone and express the resentment in his chest, which can be regarded as killing two birds with one stone.
"Since Young Master He strongly requested, then Xiaodao has no choice but to show his ugliness. If the writing is not good, I hope you will forgive me."
At this point, Wang Yan had no other choice.
The attendant had already understood, and took out a table from the restaurant, and set up the pen, ink, paper and inkstone.
The reason for this is to let him write in front of everyone.
Wang Yan was not polite, a quatrain appeared in his mind long ago, he stepped forward with a smile on his face, and swiped a brush with his right hand, and he finished it overnight.
He Huailiang and several Confucian scholars were watching. After Wang Yan finished writing a sentence, the man in the golden robe couldn't help but read out a sentence.
The trees at the top of the Washing Inkstone Pool in my house are all blooming with faint ink marks.
Don't let people praise the color, just let the fresh air fill the universe!