Wen Liang and the young businessman looked up at Jiang Mo with thankful eyes.

The scholar was even more embarrassed and angry at the behavior of those rich children. The deskmate of the scholar surnamed Sun was also very embarrassed and cursed: "Businessmen, poor drunkards, and wealthy playboys, you don't understand why you are still here."

It’s a shameless statement. It really shouldn’t be criticized by villains like you.”

"Shit" Bao Yong felt offended. He was joking with the girl when he suddenly cursed: "The parroting thing is not over yet... Even a fool can tell that these are some bullshit poems. Otherwise, others will be confused."

Miss Sheng didn’t invite anyone here to go upstairs?”

Jiang Mo and Sun Liang had dark looks on their faces again. Are they admitting that they are all fools again?

However, everyone could tell that this was true. The scholar named Zhang at the table also shouted respectfully: "I wonder if Miss Nan Sheng can hear this? I wonder if she has any poems that she likes?"

After a while, a girl came out of a room on the second floor and said to everyone downstairs: "The girl said that everyone's poems have been memorized. When all the talents have finished, they will select the best ones and play them with you.

Drink freely."

So the scholar surnamed Zhang said angrily: "Okay, I'll wait and see what poems you can come up with."

Wen Liang and the young businessman looked at each other, and then looked at Zijie who was lying on the seat. Zijie was drinking and scratching his nose, as if he was really drunk and didn't hear any words at all.

The young businessman bowed slightly and said politely to Wen Liang: "If we don't write a poem or two, I'm afraid we won't be able to leave. If Zijie has a good poem, he has already read it out. Otherwise, sir, come first..."

"Okay, I'll show off my humiliation...a song about Dream Beauty." Wen Liang looked at the crowd without fear. He seemed to be thinking about something, paused for a moment, and then read: " Meng Jingren listened alone.

In the rain, the whole Wu Lin looks like Xiao Niang. Layers of fallen trees cover my sad eyes, and a wisp of autumn wind is half a ray of coolness."

After finishing the speech, everyone savored it carefully. Regardless of the rhythm or the melancholy, they could feel some poetry, but it was just quite satisfactory. But compared to those examples, the scholars were much better. Those examples

Some of them felt ashamed, some were dismissive, and some even wondered where they had heard it before.

The young businessman immediately stirred up the atmosphere and said: "What a poem, a poem about missing a beauty!"

"Ha..." Jiang Mo originally had high expectations. After all, he could agree with the few people he evaluated on those people. But when he heard this poem, he sneered and commented: "I am sad, and my words are not expressive.

It has the feeling of piling up and listing, but there is nothing touching about it.”

As soon as Jiang Mo's comment came out, there was a heated discussion downstairs. Some people who despised Jiang Mo upstairs thought that Jiang Mo's comment was right, while more people thought that this person was really pretending.

Wen Liang blushed with embarrassment after hearing the comment. He bowed to everyone and said humbly: "The gentleman upstairs commented that it was clumsy rhetoric and a display of ugliness." After speaking, he sat down.

The young businessman on the side was a little angry. He stared at Jiang Mo and saluted: "Sir, if you have any quatrains, we are all ears."

Sun Liang, who was on the side, did not participate in the poetry competition downstairs, but he was surprised when he heard Jiang Mo's comments. The two sentences he just said were probably the most literate things Jiang Mo could say, and he dared to belittle others. This was just pretentious.

Bar.

Sun Liang was about to get up and ask Jiang Mo to relieve the siege. Unexpectedly, Jiang Mo closed his fan and pointed his finger, shouting: "I think that scholar must have a masterpiece, wait until he finishes it."

Everyone's eyes followed the point of Jiang Mo's folding fan and looked at the drunken scholar Zijie.

I saw Zijie, drinking, scratching his head, and mumbling something that seemed to be some kind of poem, but he couldn't make out the reason.

Just when everyone was whispering and laughing at the drunkard, Zijie suddenly smashed the wine glass on the ground, stood up and smiled gently at his friend: "Yes, yes. Let's drink with you today, don't worry about the past. Enjoy it in time."

, how can we wait for cool autumn."

In just two sentences, it shows a completely different character from gentleness. Although it is not amazing, the casual and simple words are catchy. It sounds like it was improvised at first glance, which is quite interesting. At the same time, it is trying to persuade one's friends.

, showing some open-mindedness.

Then Zijie straightened his clothes and looked like a smart scholar. He faced Miss Nan Sheng's room upstairs and continued to recite: "The days are short and the nights are long, so why not travel by candlelight. I drink beauty songs and rejoice with thousands of dendrobium wines."

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As soon as this poem was recited, everyone was shocked. The self-aware poets could not help but bow their heads in admiration, and at the same time felt ashamed. Only a few scholars named Zhang were left to slander them: "There is no artistic conception, no deep meaning."

how.

After Jiang Mo heard this, he clapped his hands with a folding fan and praised: "Carpe diem, haha, I'm still very confident."

"Oh, I remembered. That person just now was the famous scholar Wen Liang, and this must be Wen Zijie, the great talent of Qi State." Finally someone remembered Wen Liang's poem and who Wen Liang was, and knowing Wen Liang, he naturally knew the drunkard around him.

Who is it?

Jiang Mo then asked Sun Liang about Wen Zijie and Wen Liang. Although Sun Liang didn't know much about the poetry and literary circles, these celebrities still knew about his family's intelligence collection work: the Wen family of Qi State is said to have the same origin as the Ji family.

However, Wen Liang's surname has not been verified. By his generation, his family only had a few hundred acres of land, enough to support a large family. Wen Liang was forced to study and take the merit test, so he was considered a real poor scholar. But he was in his thirties or forties.

, he didn’t even pass the Qi State Provincial Examination. However, his articles and poems were pretty good, and he also made some achievements in agriculture. However, his elders did not want him to engage in farming, so he often helped with some trivial tasks for civil servants, and also worked for the He family merchants.

His son He Shi'an became a teacher and became a celebrity with mixed reviews.

As for Wen Zijie, his family status was even slightly better than that of Wen Liang. He had a photographic memory since he was a child and was called a child prodigy. Wen Liang also served as his teacher for a year or two, but was completely surpassed. His poetry, calligraphy and painting were almost unparalleled in Qi.

The two became partners who were both teachers and friends. However, this man lost his ambition in playing with things, did not take part in scientific examinations, idled around all day, and liked drinking and having fun. The main reason for his reputation as a gentle and gentle scholar was that he taught this great talent.

Jiang Mo had actually noticed the young businessman's respect for Wen Liang and his protection for Wen Zijie. At this time, he unfolded his folding fan and said with a smile, "Haha, it seems that they rarely come here. I guess that young businessman is He Shi'an.
Chapter completed!