"If Yang Ziqian didn't go to Qingzhou, he could be pushed for this job." Zhang Shen said:
"Among us, he is the best at this."
The mountain wind rushed into the room, blowing Chen Tai's long beard fluttering, and said with a smile: "Brother Jin said that I am more suitable for an official in the court than me."
"Old man, are you taunting me for playing football?" Zhang Shen was not angry, with a bachelor attitude: "You can do it, the old man is all ears."
Seeing that there was going to be a quarrel again, Zhang Shen's book boy walked in with his head down, bowed and said, "Sir, your student Xu Cijiu is here."
Xu farewell? What is he doing here, the sage's quotations have been copied 300 times? Zhang Shen nodded: "Please come in."
When the book boy left, Zhang Shen glanced at Chen Tai on the opposite side of the chessboard, and said with a smile: "Speaking of which, this old man has recently accepted a new student. It is Xu Cijiu's cousin. Poetry is shocking to the world."
Li Mubai immediately added: "That's my student too."
Chen Tai glanced at Zhang, and then at Li, and his heart moved: "That poet of "Mochou has no confidant, who in the world does not know the king"?"
Li Mubai and Zhang Shen smiled proudly.
"Hahaha..." Chen Tai laughed loudly, pointing at the two friends.
"why are you laughing?"
"I laugh at you being blinded by fame and fortune, oh, and jealousy." Chen Tai held back his smile, half admonishing and half mocking:
"Yang Ziqian's name must have been passed down to future generations because this poem is truly enviable. But you two don't think about it, good sentences are rare, and many scholars have only a few good poems in their lifetimes, and none of them can be recorded in the annals of history. "
"The sentence "Mochou has no confidants in the future, no one in the world knows the king" is already a stroke of genius. I am glad to hear it, and I hope to have another song, no, two songs, so that the two of you will be famous together for eternity?"
"You care too much about fame and fortune. Over time, how can the righteousness in your stomach survive?"
After a taunt, Li Mubai and Zhang Shen were a little embarrassed.
I know in my heart that what Chen Tai said is reasonable, and the good sentences that have been passed down through the ages can be made casually. Besides, the other party is not a scholar, and it is a great fate to get a good hand puppet.
It is indeed a bit too delusional to expect a subordinate official to write a good poem and make them famous in their history.
"What You Ping said is very true." The two bowed and said solemnly: "The three immortal scholars, even if they want to be famous in history, they should take the avenues in an upright manner, not shortcuts. It's me and the two who are biased."
"If you know what you're wrong, you can correct it. It's great to be good." Chen Tai nodded slightly.
After a while, the book boy led Xu Qi'an and Xu Xinnian into the elegant room.
The two bowed at the same time: "The student has seen the teacher."
Li Mubai and Zhang Shen looked at each other, both surprised and delighted by Xu Qi'an's arrival.
"Sit down!" Zhang Shen said.
"Ning Yan, you came to the academy because you have a good sentence for your teacher to appreciate?" Li Mubai asked tentatively.
Xu Qi'an shook his head and said, "The students are here to ask for something."
"But it doesn't matter."
Xu Qi'an told the two teachers of his intentions, concealed his idea of revenge on the Minister of the Household Department, and only said that the mastermind behind the taxation case was most likely the Minister of Zhou, and if the other party passed the Beijing inspection, he would definitely retaliate against the Xu residence.
"This..." Li Mubai glanced at Zhang Shen, who was also embarrassed, and said helplessly, "The academy prohibits outsiders from staying overnight. This is the rule."
Readers are the most disciplined.
As soon as Xu Qi'an asked, he heard Xu Xinnian say, "The eldest princess also lives in the academy all the time."
Zhang Shen shook his head: "What kind of identity is the eldest princess."
Xu Xinnian nodded: "The academy prohibits outsiders from staying overnight, except for royal relatives."
Hey! This stunned young man was still speechless as always.
The three great scholars present laughed.
Xu Qi'an almost laughed, Erlang's poisonous tongue was still so sharp.
Li Mubai shook his head, "Brother Jinyan, you student, I kind of expect him to step into the life-defining realm in the future."
That's too scary... Zhang Shen's mouth twitched.
Only Chen Tai looked at Xu Qi'an with a smile. At this time, he interjected, "Are you Xu Ningyan?"
"It's a student." Xu Qi'an, who was wearing a Confucian shirt and pretending to be a scholar, bowed.
"I heard that you are quite talented in poetry. Why don't you do this? If you can write a poem on the spot that will satisfy the three of us, the old man will call the shots and let the female relatives of the Xu residence temporarily live in the academy and keep them safe."
Allowing the Xu family's daughters to stay in the academy is not the point, the point is his last sentence, keeping them safe.
This is the purpose of the Xu Qi'an brothers here.
Xu New Year's face was slightly happy, and he turned to look at his cousin: "Big brother..."
He was both delighted and apprehensive. It was not difficult to write poetry. Every scholar could write neat poems, but it was difficult to satisfy the three great scholars.
Is this difficult
It's so hard.
write poetry? Are you forcing me to prostitute you? Xu Qi'an did not agree immediately, but said after deliberation:
"Writing poetry is still a fixed theme."
The three great scholars exchanged glances with each other, Zhang Shen said, "Persuading me to learn!"
Sure enough, it's impossible to write poetry spontaneously, otherwise, I will come up with a masterpiece in a few minutes... Xu Qi'an sighed in his heart.
At the same time, he breathed a sigh of relief, because this question is not beyond the outline, and his literary background can still handle it.
The word “persuasion to learn” first reminded Xu Qi’an of “Promoting Learning” read in high school, but since it is a poem, this ancient text is not applicable.
The book has its own golden house, and the book has its own Yan Ruyu!
In Xu Qi'an's mind, this persuasive poem that has been passed down from the origin immediately emerged.
In the fields related to persuasion, in terms of popularity, there are not many that can be compared with it.
Just as he was about to decide to use this poem to prostitute three great scholars, he suddenly thought of the situation of Yunlu Academy in the past two hundred years.
"If I remember correctly, this poem seems to have been written by the emperor of the Song Dynasty? It is filled with the taste of fame and fortune, and the students who graduated from Yunlu Academy have always had a difficult career."
"I was sighing when I was judging people in the resignation exam. I didn't know that I would be sent to that backcountry in the future..."
"I copied this poem, didn't I poke the heart of Yunlu Academy, it backfired..."
Seeing him being silent for a long time, Xu Xinnian's brows became more and more wrinkled. Among the three great scholars, Zhang Shen and Li Mubai had been looking forward to it, and Chen Tai was drinking tea with a smile.
Xu Qi'an retracted his thoughts and cupped his hands: "The student is embarrassed, bid farewell to the old age, and polish the ink for me."
Xu Xinnian found a pen, ink, paper, and inkstone, placed it on the table, and sharpened the ink for his cousin. He held a pen in one hand and rolled up his sleeves in the other. He dipped the tip of the pen in the ink, and turned his head to signal his cousin to take the pen.
My poor calligraphy is not ashamed... No, I don't know calligraphy at all... Xu Qi'an complained in his heart.
"Resign the old and write for me."
Xu Xinnian nodded and sat upright in front of the case.
"Three watch lights and five watch chickens."
"It was when the boy was reading."
"Black hair doesn't know how to study early."
"Bai Shoufang regrets studying late!"
After Xu Xinnian finished writing, he put down his pen and stared at the seven words written on the rice paper, his eyes were bright and his face was slightly excited.
There was a brief silence in the house, Xu Xinnian felt the aftertaste of the poem, and the three great scholars hurried to the shore, staring at the rice paper in silence.
Staring silently.