At the gate of the Li family, a large group of people were talking and talking politely, bowing and making gestures. Looking at this group of people, Guo Shao also felt it was strange that there were still people reciting poems and writing fu, even though there had been wars for years. In fact, Zuo You was also a scholar, but he seemed to have never written poems or fu.
Guo Shao currently has no interest in poetry. His idea is quite direct: no matter how beautifully you write poetry, it cannot move the soldiers holding swords and guns, and cannot make them put down their butcher knives and become poets on the spot.
Therefore, he had no interest in these strangers and only paid attention to Li Chuyun. According to Luo Yanhuan's recommendation, Li Chuyun was a man of both civil and military talents, brave and resourceful, well-read, sensible, loyal and courageous, so he was so good that Guo Shao had to meet such a capable person.
Seeing that so many famous scholars were showing favor to him, Guo Shao originally had no doubts about Li Chuyun's ability to read and understand. However, when he saw his appearance, he was surprised to see that he had a big beard from his cheeks to his mouth, phoenix eyes, and a very flat face.
Guo Shao thought that he should get two wigs to hang on his hair, and then paint his dark yellow face red, so that he could call himself Guan Gong, the Martial Saint.
Li Chuyun just said that he was a man of culture and elegance, but he also entertained a large group of poets and writers. Why
A group of people entered the Li family's house noisily and sat down in a hall. There were five or six tables of people. There was no food or wine on the table, but there were a lot of rice paper, brushes, inkstones, paperweights and other things. There were words written on those papers, as if everyone had arrived at the Li family's house early and had been enjoying themselves for a while.
Guo Shao calmly sat down at the northernmost table, but unexpectedly, a well-dressed rich young man sat down above him without even a polite word of refusal. Guo Shao felt unhappy, thinking, "I am the commander of the Imperial Army, and I am a high-ranking general in the local area. Even if you are higher than me, you should at least be polite. Luo Yanhuan has just introduced the official title and name outside, and everyone here should know what Guo Shao does."
Guo Shao certainly didn't know who that young man was. He didn't remember the introductions they had just made outside. It was useless to remember. After all the socializing today, who would have anything to do with the group of scholars in Bingzhou
But Guo Shao still remembered what Li Chuyun said about Master Zhe. The guy above was probably Master Zhe. Only he thought he was the nephew of the governor and dared to be so arrogant. Otherwise, ordinary local scholars would have nothing better to do than to take on this role.
Li Chuyun glanced at the side and did not say anything. Everyone who came was a guest, so perhaps it was inconvenient for him to say anything about others.
Could it be that Master Zhe was the one Luo Yanhuan had mentioned, the one who wanted to take someone else's daughter as a concubine but failed, and therefore did not hesitate to make a false accusation? Guo Shao immediately cursed in his heart: What Master? Believe it or not, I will beat you up right now, and make you cry for your parents, and vent your anger.
But Guo Shao finally endured it. As a guest, it was his first time meeting Li Chuyun. He had to give his host some face. If he came in and made trouble, people would think he was mentally ill. Besides, Guo Shao came to Guanzhong to do business, not to get angry. There are all kinds of people in the world, and there is no shortage of evil people. If he always cares about people who have nothing to do with him, he will be angry to death or exhausted to death.
Guo Shao decided not to bother with him and just wanted to see if he could make friends with Li Chuyun and trick him into joining his school. He didn't care about anything else.
Just as Guo Shao was thinking, Li Chuyun said: "Guo Dushi is a distinguished guest. He came to your house late and has not had time to show his talent. Please wait for a moment and let Guo Dushi write a poem. How about it?"
At this time, the young man above said: "Guo Dushi is a warrior, how can he know how to compose poetry? I think we should not waste our time. Take out the poems and read them. There are so many poems, it will take a long time to read them all."
Li Chuyun was immediately embarrassed and quickly stood up and bowed to Guo Shao without saying anything, but it seemed as if he was apologizing to the young master just now.
Seeing Li Chuyun like this, Guo Shao gestured for him to sit down, and said with a smile: He is right, I am just a warrior, I can't write poetry. For Li Chuyun's sake, it was just an insignificant matter, so Guo Shao didn't want to care about a word.
Li Chuyun's gaze turned to Zuo You's face again: Sir, you can write a poem for Guo Dushi.
When Guo Shao thought about the words Zuo You usually used in his conversation and the fact that he had never seen him compose poetry or essays, he thought that Zuo You would probably refuse. Anyway, Guo Shao didn't have to worry about Zuo You saying the wrong thing in such a situation, as he was used to running around in government offices and had become very skilled at it.
Unexpectedly, Zuo You said: "Guo Lang is good at both literature and martial arts. The thesis is first about how to govern the country and keep the people safe; writing poems and composing essays are minor things, but they are easy to do, so what's the difficulty? But since the host didn't say what the topic was, Guo Lang naturally declined modestly.
Hearing this, Guo Shao was immediately surprised: What is Zuo You saying? He clearly knows that I have only been on the battlefield, and when have I ever been to an elegant occasion? Did I let it slip last time and casually quoted the Biography of Boyi by Sima Qian, so he thought I had literary talent? The Biography of Boyi is just an article in the middle school Chinese textbook, and Guo Shao remembered it and thought it was no big deal; maybe it was not just this time, he talked to Zuo You the most, and once he got familiar with him, he might not pay so much attention to his conversation. But in any case, Guo Shao's education in his previous life was not based on language, and what he understood mainly came from recitation before college. The little knowledge in his stomach was not considered knowledge in front of ancient literati, but literacy at most.
Guo Shao also noticed that several followers who came in also looked at him with interest. Jing Niang, who was dressed as a man, was both surprised and expectant, as she didn't know what kind of person Guo Shao was. But Luo Mengzi's face suddenly turned red, as if he was holding back something. Could it be that he wanted to laugh? Maybe, because last time Guo Shao acted like a kid, Xiao Erlang brought it up as a joke, and Luo Mengzi also listened to it.
At this moment, the rich young man above couldn't stand Zuo You's words anymore, so he said: "You've praised me to the sky, saying how great I am. Why don't you write a poem on the spot? I want to see whether this general can write a poem that will shock the gods and make the ghosts cry."
The young master paused and said: If you want to copy it, you have to think about it before you do it. There are so many famous scholars who are well-read in poetry and prose here. What kind of poems have they not seen
Guo Shao didn't understand what was going on. He thought to himself: There are really many things you haven't seen, and it's impossible that you have seen.
The young man hadn't finished speaking when he suddenly pretended to smile and said: I was worrying too much. If you want to copy, you have to memorize it first.
There were a few so-called celebrities who couldn't hold back their laughter. They seemed to be mocking him, or they just thought that the young man was witty and funny.
Guo Shao finally spoke up and said, "Excuse me, sir, what is the theme of your poetry gathering today?"