Qian Yunqi looked serious and said in a deep voice: "You mean, he was selling books at the gate of the Imperial College, and was listed as a charge by the people from the Ministry of Justice, and forcibly took them away?"

"That's true!" Zhou Hu nodded and said anxiously: "I'll ask the great scholar to save my young master."

Qian Yunqi said, "Don't worry, leave your young master's affairs to me, you can go back to the Duke of Wei's mansion."

Zhou Hu breathed a sigh of relief. With the help of the great scholar, the young master should be fine.

"Great Confucians please leave quickly, I'm afraid the young master will be punished in the prison of the Ministry of Justice."

"Who dares!"

Zhu Yunqi shouted and walked out of Qiyun Pavilion.

Zhou Hu followed him out and said, "Great Confucianism, please come to my horse. The bloody horse of the Duke's mansion will go fast."

Ju Daru shook his head and rejected Zhou Hu's kindness: "Why do you have to ride the wind?"

"The young man was as fast as a horse, and he sold all his clothes and bought war clothes. When he was old, he didn't know that his muscle strength was reduced, and he still dreamed of resolving the siege at night."

After he slowly read this poem, there was a strong wind around him, and the bamboos outside the Qiyun Pavilion also swayed, and the bamboo leaves blew down all over the ground.

The great scholar of the Sakura did not see his knees bent, and his feet were slit. He walked forward several feet in the strong wind, as if he was using the wind as a horse and moving against the wind.

This speed is several times faster than the horses in the Duke of Wei’s Mansion.

"Is this the magic of Confucianism and Taoism? I walked directly on the wind..."

Zhou Hu was stunned until the great ruler disappeared from his sight and came to his senses. He hurriedly found the Master to ask Gu Qingqiu's residence.

...

A tea tree is planted behind the Taixue Prefecture, and a Accord is built among the tea trees, named Qiaoying Pavilion.

Zhu Yunqi is like a gentleman among bamboos, and his residence is full of bamboo forests. Gu Daru loves camellias, and his residence is full of tea trees.

At this moment, two great scholars in Qiaoying Pavilion sat opposite each other and were cooking tea.

Gu Qingqiu looked down at the books, and picked up the tea from time to time to take a sip.

Chu Jingzhi sat opposite him, pouring tea for him, and looking at Gu Qingqiu with expectation.

Gu Qingqiu is a master of military strategy, Gu Qingqiu is a master of the great power, while Chu Jingzhi is obsessed with various poems and popular reading materials.

Otherwise, as a great scholar of Chu Jing, he would not have been a small chief officer in the Literature and Examination Institute.

Since watching "Dream of Red Mansions", Chu Jingzhi has been hanged to sleep at night and has an itchy heart.

Nothing else, I haven't finished writing "Dream of Red Mansions", so I'm so curious about what the subsequent plot is.

If it is an ordinary reader, he would definitely come to the door to urge him to update. More seriously, Jiang Han forced him to write a book.

But as a great scholar, Chu Jing naturally would not use such a low-end approach.

Since the original author has not written it yet, I will write it myself!

He studied "Dream of Red Mansions" deeply and continued writing on the original settings.

After writing a part, I rushed to Gu Qingqiu and Jun Yunqi to comment.

Because Chu Yunqi had the habit of taking a nap, Chu Jingzhi had to come to Qiaoying Pavilion first.

"Brother Qingqiu, how about it?"

When he found that Gu Qingqiu had turned the last page, Chu Jingzhi immediately asked in anticipation.

"Brother Jing, although this volume is still acceptable, it is still far from what Jiang Han wrote, like a cloud of mud..." Gu Qingqiu was halfway through, unable to bear to hurt his confidence, and changed his words: "But as long as Brother Jing understands what Jiang Han wrote thoroughly and then continues, he will definitely be better than this volume."

Chu Jingzhi, who had been typing the words for twelve hours in a row, waved his hand in dismay.

This person is really a genius, and even I can't continue writing his novels. He clearly imitates his writing style, but he still doesn't write like it.

If "Dream of Red Mansions" is fully born, it will surely become famous in future generations and become a masterpiece passed down from generation to generation!

"Why is Jiang Han so slow to write this? When can I write the following ones?" Chu Jingzhi was anxious.

At this moment, a Confucian boy's voice came from outside the pavilion: "Gu Daru, there is a man from the Duke's Mansion outside asking for a visit, saying that it was Jiang Han's book boy."

In the room, Gu Qingqiu and Chu Jingzhi looked at each other, and their eyes lit up.

"It must be Jiang Han who wrote the contents behind "Dream of Red Mansions" and asked Shutong to present the original manuscript. Let him come in quickly!" Chu Jingzhi was overjoyed.

Gu Qingqiu frowned slightly. If he had come to Chu Jingzhi with the original manuscript, how could he come to me?

As soon as Zhou Hu walked into the room, Chu Jingzhi smiled and said, "Did your young master ask you to send a book?"

Zhou Hu was stunned at first, then said: "It's not a book, but a poem."

Chu Jingzhi was disappointed first, then his eyes lit up and he said, "Poetry? What poem?"

Gu Qingqiu was also slightly surprised. Jiang Han gave me poems? Could it be that he wanted to be my apprentice and please me with poems?

Oh, I, Gu Qingqiu, aren’t the kind of person who is greedy for fame?

Can a mere poem please me Gu?

Do you think I am that old guy from Yunqi?

Zhou Hu hurriedly took out a piece of paper from his arms and remembered the young master's instructions in his ear.

"Justice Just might not be able to help me wash away those charges. You can go to Gu Qingqiu, who is a master of military tactics and has served as an official in the court. If he comes forward, it will be easier for me to escape from the crime. However, I am not his disciple, and he has never taught me, so you can give him a poem first."

Chu Jingzhi said: "This poem should be for you, read it!"

He remembered that Qiaoying Pavilion was Gu Qingqiu's place. If Jiang Han wanted to send him poems, he should go to the Literature and Examination Court or the Chu Mansion.

Gu Qingqiu smiled faintly and took the paper without caring.

Could this Jiang Han really please me with poetry?

Am I the kind of person who can please me with just a poem?

Haha, let’s see what was written and send Zhou Hu back.

After unfolding the paper, Gu Qingqiu was so ugly that the words crawled by the dogs were so ugly that he felt that his eyes were so hot.

"This is my ghostwriter." Zhou Hu said hurriedly.

Gu Qingqiu glanced at Zhou Hu and found out that he was indeed a master and servant, so he couldn’t practice this word?

As his eyes fell on the first line of words, Gu Qingqiu's breathing suddenly stopped!

The first line of the poem reads: Zhao Ke is a man with a hum of a thorn, Wu Gu is a frost and snowy place. The silver saddle shines on the white horse, and it is as cool as a meteor.

Zhao Ke, Hu Ying, Wu Gou, Silver Sad, White Horse, Meteor.

A few simple words depict the scene of a knight riding a horse, making people feel as if they are in the scene.

Gu Qingqiu couldn't help but take a deep breath. These four lines of poetry reminded him of his youth.

When he was young, he also liked to be a hero and righteous person, helping the poor.

It seemed like this scene back then: under the night, he walked on his horse with a long sword in his hand.

"Good poem!" Gu Qingqiu couldn't help but whisper, "These four lines of poetry seem to be written for me... Jiang Han actually wrote a poem with me as his image."

After calming down his excitement a little, Gu Qingqiu continued to look down.

"Kill one person in ten steps, and do not leave a thousand miles away. After that, I will leave with my clothes and hide my name."

Kill one person in ten steps, and go without leaving a thousand miles...

It was chirping, as if a stream of air conditioner penetrated into the sky spirit cover and went straight down, and the soul was instantly penetrated by this air conditioner! He was so clever that he had goose bumps.

"That's right, kill one person in ten steps, and do not stay for a thousand miles! Wasn't that the case back then? After killing someone, he left with his clothes and hid his name."

Gu Qingqiu murmured in a low voice, feeling excited and surprised in his heart.

Now that year is gone, no one knows about his heroic and righteousness back then.

But Jiang Han didn't know where to learn it, and even wrote such a poem to himself in his own image.

Although Gu Qingqiu was a chivalrous man and righteous person, he did not deliberately promote it and was known to others, but he accidentally made people know it and wrote poems to give them to each other, which was also extremely happy.

He took a deep breath, calmed his emotions, and couldn't wait to continue reading.

I was idle after Xinling drinking, took off my sword and slapped my knees in front of me. I ate Zhu Hai with my roast and held my cup to persuade Hou Ying.

Zhu Hai and Hou Ying were from hundreds of years ago. They made a lot of contributions to Xinling Jun back then, and they were great heroes.

When Gu Qingqiu was young, he admired the chivalrousness of the two.

Unexpectedly, Jiang Han actually put him and these two people together.

This kid, really, I'm so honest...

Seeing this, Gu Qingqiu has confirmed that this poem is at least a masterpiece at the level of the palace! If the subsequent chapters are not bad, there is still a possibility of reaching the Wenzhou level!

"Three cups are vented, but the five mountains are light. After the eyes are blurred and the ears are hot, the spirit is born. To save Zhao, the golden hammer, Handan is shocked first. Two heroes from thousands of years are revealed to Daliang City."

The following sentences are an allusion. Gu Qingqiu nodded slightly and breathed a sigh of relief: "Isn't the two of them ambitions of Daliang City my whole life? I was eager to make achievements in this life, but I was excluded by the court... Although I was dedicated to cultivating Confucianism, I finally became a great Confucianism, but I did not fulfill my life's ambitions..."

He was excited and melancholy for a while, and continued to look down, and suddenly his eyes lit up.

"Even if the dead man is fragrant, I will not be ashamed of the world's heroes."
To be continued...