The elegance and taste of literati are naturally incomprehensible to ordinary people.

Scribbling has become an elegant thing. In the eyes of those who are illiterate, it cannot be said that they have no quality. They can only look up at the mountains, admire them extremely, and write inscriptions and poems, which becomes talent.

The emergence of.

Not only famous scenic spots such as famous mountains and ancient temples, but also ordinary restaurant walls have become one of the popular places for literati to leave poems.

The shopkeeper of the restaurant usually welcomes this. After all, if the poem is good, it will also increase the reputation of the restaurant. From then on, countless people come to the building to pay tribute, and there is an endless stream of drinkers. The restaurant is making money every day. If the poem is not good,

It doesn't matter if it's good, how much time will it take to repaint the wall after the poet leaves?

So Song Gensheng asked the shopkeeper to borrow pen and ink, and the restaurant immediately satisfied him. Not only did he satisfy him, the shopkeeper even shouted exaggeratedly to help Song Gensheng gain popularity and build momentum.

"A talented man by the window wanted to borrow pen and ink to write a poem on the wall -" The hoarse shouting made people feel goosebumps. The poem seemed extremely cheap before it was even written, as if it was selling "You can't buy it after just one look and you will suffer a loss"

, you can’t be fooled” generally.

After all, Song Gensheng's face could not stand the test. He was so embarrassed by the store clerk that he almost buried his face in his crotch and wanted to rush out of the door immediately.

I have to say that although the shop assistant’s shouting was vulgar, it was very effective.

Sure enough, the attention of several tables of scholars in the restaurant was attracted. After searching around, they found Song Gensheng sitting alone by the window.

After watching it, I realized that this young man was too tender-faced. Not only was he dressed in ordinary clothes and looked poor and downcast, but he also seemed to be very shy and dull.

How can such a young man compose poetry?

Several literati in the restaurant immediately laughed disdainfully.

Although it is wrong to judge people by their appearance, this young man's appearance is far from the word "talented scholar". He is obviously a child from a farmer's family. He stole a few pennies from an adult and came to a restaurant to have a meat show. He got drunk before the wine got into his throat.

, actually dared to write poems on the wall in public.

"Oh, can anyone be called a 'talented scholar' these days? The word 'talented scholar' has become a curse." A scholar murmured in a low voice.

After all, the literati still had some self-cultivation. Although he was dissatisfied with the store clerk calling him "talented scholar" indiscriminately, he did not say it out loud.

But this sentence speaks to the sentiments of most of the literati in the restaurant.

Song Gensheng looked more and more at a loss under the many mocking glances, and his face turned red.

Sitting at a table in a remote corner of the hall was a middle-aged man in his forties. The man was dressed in a brocade robe, a black silk scarf on his head, and a jade belt around his waist. He had a dignified appearance and was not angry or intimidating.

The middle-aged man is sitting at a table alone, and there are about ten people sitting on several tables around him. Several tables vaguely surround the middle-aged man's table in the center, and there is a hint of guarding and guarding. This shows that the middle-aged man

His identity is quite extraordinary.

The atmosphere in the restaurant was strange. The young man who wanted to compose a poem was at a loss. The literati had not seen any movement for a long time, so they started talking secretly.

A literati who looked like a guest stood up and walked towards the middle-aged man. He knelt down behind him and said in the middle-aged man's ear: "Commander, the literati here are wearing monkey hats. It is indecent. It is not good to be handsome."

Leave early, the Jieshuai Mansion is still waiting for news from you."

The middle-aged man who was known as the Commander-in-Chief smiled slightly, looking very literate, and said calmly: "No problem, let's take a look at the poems written by this young man first. I have never seen such a young man dare to write in some years.

He is clearly a talented poet."

The waiter quietly curled his lips and said in a low voice: "This young man is weak and timid, and his eyes are upright but distant. A truly talented person should not have such a timid demeanor. Forgive Wansheng's blunt words, I can't see that he has any talent at all.

If you force yourself to compose poetry, I'm afraid it will make you laugh."

The middle-aged man smiled nonchalantly: "Just treat it as a lively event among the people. It's not bad to get some jokes. Don't worry about the result."

Seeing what the middle-aged man said, the host had no choice but to smile and stopped urging him to leave.

The store clerk diligently brought the pen and ink. Song Gensheng was already riding a tiger, gritting his teeth. He finally took the pen and ink and found a white wall. Under the mocking eyes of everyone, Song Gensheng picked up the pen and wrote down the words.

"When will the bright moon come? I ask the blue sky for wine, but I don't know the palace in the sky..."

While Song Gensheng was writing, the literati in the restaurant were reciting silently. As they were reciting, everyone's expressions gradually changed.

In fact, long and short sentences were despised by most literati in the Tang Dynasty. They thought it was too popular, similar to the music shop's extravagant music, and lost its elegance. The brothel prostitutes held the pipa in their arms, their eyes were seductive, and they sang softly while plucking the music, which was so gaudy.

His words and sentences were exchanged for rewards from benefactors, so he was considered unworthy of publicity by the literati.

However, the long and short sentences written by Song Gensheng today are not vulgar in their choice of words. Every word is extremely exquisite. Reading the whole poem makes people gasp in admiration. The literati in the restaurant chanted silently, with no trace of expression on their faces.

Return to the sarcastic look.

Until Song Gensheng finished inscribing the entire Mid-Autumn Festival poem, the restaurant was completely silent, with a strange atmosphere in the silence.

The shock in the silence was more shocking than the loud applause.

Song Gensheng completed the first poem and carefully put down his pen. He felt something was wrong. It was too quiet behind him. Even if he was sarcastic and ridiculed, someone had to speak, right?

So Song Gensheng turned around and faced the literati in the restaurant. Then he was stunned. He only saw a dull gaze, and the people who closed their eyes and muttered words, seemed to be smacking and savoring every word.

Song Gensheng blinked quickly.

It seemed... the response was good? Although he had repeatedly praised Gu Qing's Mid-Autumn Festival poem, but seeing everyone's reaction at this moment, Song Gensheng found that he still underestimated the subtlety of this poem.

The sense of shame in his heart became more and more intense, but Song Gensheng still had to follow Gu Qing's instructions, straighten his clothes, bowed to everyone, and said loudly: "I am Song Gensheng of Shiqiao Village."

This self-introduction was specially emphasized by Gu Qing, as it was equivalent to the address on the express delivery note. Without this introduction, everything Song Gensheng did today would have been in vain. Although he did not understand what Gu Qing meant by "delivery note", he

Still did it honestly.

After the introduction, Song Gensheng left gracefully, leaving behind a group of literati who were still savoring the taste.

At that remote table, the middle-aged man closed his eyes and recited the Mid-Autumn Festival poem silently several times. Finally, he opened his eyes and was shocked to find that the young man who wrote the poem had disappeared. The middle-aged man couldn't help but look disappointed.

"I hope that people will live forever and share the beauty of the moon thousands of miles away... What a sentence, what a sentence!" The middle-aged man sighed and said with a dull expression: "From now on, the Mid-Autumn Festival words are all useless."

The guest behind the table also had a look of admiration, mixed with a hint of shame for having just belittled the young man. He was stroking his beard and reciting this poem silently, and suddenly frowned and said: "Jie Shuai, today has already passed the Mid-Autumn Festival, why is that young man in the restaurant?

Write a Mid-Autumn Festival poem? Although it’s a good word and sentence, it doesn’t quite fit the occasion..."

The middle-aged man smiled: "If I wrote such a wonderful poem, it doesn't matter what time of year it is or what the occasion is. I can't wait to write and show it off anytime and anywhere. I can only write such a good poem that will be famous throughout the ages.

, enough for me to show off for a lifetime."

With a solemn look on his face, the middle-aged man sighed: "You can't tell by appearance. I didn't expect that young man to have such a talent that is world-famous. I really missed him. This man has an unrivaled poetic talent, and he has a lot of things in his heart. This man, I want to

Find it.”

The minister suddenly showed a troubled expression: "Commander Jie, His Majesty's decree has been issued for half a year. Commander Jie is still on the road and has not taken office. It has been delayed for too long. I am afraid that Chang'an will blame..."

The middle-aged man smiled heartily and said: "The road to Shu is so difficult. It takes half a year to get from Chang'an to Shuzhou, which is not bad. Your Majesty summoned me before leaving, and I told him in advance that your Majesty will not blame me for looking for people."

Young man, we can only delay you for a day or two, so what are you afraid of?"
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