All of this articles have made Chen Rufeng's appetite resonate with it.

The most important thing is that the beautiful words of this article are, and the description of the scenery is a bit fairy-like.

So he continued to listen to the Confucian scholars reading with anticipation on his eyebrows.

After that, we started talking about the piano, but we used it as anthropomorphism. Although we talked about the piano, it was essentially a sad and perceived sound. Through this piano, the heart of the hermit was expressed.

It seems like...

It was like telling Chen Rufeng.

Chen Rufeng was already intoxicated. While listening, he subconsciously felt thirsty, so he wanted to pick up the teacup and want to drink tea. But the "tea" sipped, and a bitterness suddenly came. He was shocked, and the Confucian scholars were also stunned and looked at Chen Rufeng one after another. Some people couldn't help but burst into laughter.

Chen Rufeng was immediately ashamed and hurriedly wanted to wipe his clothes with embarrassment. Unexpectedly, the more he rubbed the clothes, the darker it became. He never thought that he was fascinated by this article and suddenly used the ink as tea.

The Confucian scholars all laughed and raised their heads.

Chen Rufeng was not upset at this time and slowly asked the Confucian scholars: "Who wrote this article? It is really a masterpiece!"

He asked this, obviously he was a little confused.

Someone just told him that this was what Chen Kaizhi did.

Then a Confucian scholar said, "It was written by Chen Kai."

Chen Rufeng was stunned, his face full of disbelief, but in a short while, he came to his senses and commented lightly.

"If you read the text, you can understand your nature. This text... coincides with what I think. The words are beautiful. It is really surprising. Did he leave?"

This is how people are. An article is like a song. If the article is good and it just meets people's thoughts, even people like Chen Rufeng will inevitably feel respectful.

It's really a rare good article.

Seeing this, Wang Qingshu, who was standing beside him, suddenly turned blue and naturally he was very unwilling to accept it.

Did Chen Kaizhi win Chen Rufeng's favor so easily?

He naturally couldn't stand it, so he couldn't help but arrange Chen Kaizhi again.

"This Chen Kaizhi is best at meeting his preferences. I think he deliberately wrote this article, which is..."

"No." Chen Rufeng did not agree this time, but shook his head at Wang Qingshu and said, "Good articles must be something that makes me feel, otherwise how can I copy them and copy them?"

A Confucian scholar had already left the palace quickly and hurriedly went to find Chen Kaizhi's brothers.

But after a while, the Confucian scholar came back and couldn't smile bitterly: "I haven't seen anyone, but... there is another article in the reciting pavilion."

besides……

At this moment, Chen Rufeng and the Confucian scholars were immediately in an uproar.

It's crazy.

Wang Qingshu said: "I see, this person...this person..."

At this moment, he found that he was too exhausted and hesitated for a long time, but he didn't say anything.

This is really embarrassing.

"Where is the article?" After holding it in for a long time, Chen Rufeng finally said anxiously.

"The student is here."

Chen Rufeng took the article and couldn't help but start to recite: "Wealth, honor, honor, gratitude, gratitude, gratitude, gratitude, gratitude, gratitude, gratitude, gratitude, gratitude, gratitude, gratitude, gratitude, gratitude, gratitude, gratitude, gratitude, gratitude, gratitude, gratitude, gratitude, gratitude, gratitude, gratitude, gratitude, gratitude, gratitude, gratitude, gratitude, gratitude, gratitude, gratitude, gratitude, gratitude, gratitude, gratitude, gratitude, gratitude, gratitude, gratitude, gratitude, gratitude, gratitude, gratitude, gratitude, gratitude, gratitude, gratitude, gratitude, gratitude, gratitude, gratitude, gratitude, gratitude, gratitude, gratitude, gratitude, gratitude, gratitude, gratitude, gratitude, gratitude, gratitude, gratitude, gratitude, gratitude, gratitude, gratitude, gratitude, gratitude, gratitude, gratitude, gratitude, gratitude, gratitude, gratitude, gratitude, gratitude, gratitude, gratitude, gratitude, gratitude, gratitude, gratitude, gratitude, gratitude, gratitude, gratitude, gratitude, gratitude, gratitude, gratitude, gratitude, gratitude, gratitude, gratitude, gratitude, gratitude, gratitude, gratitude, gratitude, gratitude, gratitude, gratitude, gratitude, gratitude, gratitude," Chen Rufeng took the article and couldn't help but start: "When I took the article, gratitude, gratitude, gratitude, gratitude, gratitude, gratitude, gratitude, gratitude, gratitude, gratitude

This is a poem.

This poem is much worse than that article, but it is catchy. The most important thing is that a sentence of wealth and honor is more worrying, but it directly expresses Chen Rufeng's thoughts.

Chen Rufeng was stunned and couldn't help but say, "This person is really unfathomable. I think he hasn't gone down the mountain yet. I'll go and have a look."

This poem is really interesting, at least when Chen Rufeng reads it, he can't help but resonate.

He walked out of the hall eagerly, and when the Confucian scholars saw that the teacher had left the hall, they chased him one after another.

Wang Qingshu couldn't help but be stunned for a moment. His face looked very bad. He remembered something, but did not chase him, but went straight towards Mr. Yan's study.

The group of people rushed to the Songwenting in a hurry. Someone looked sharp-eyed and said, "Look, there... there is another article. Chen Kaizhi must have been here just now."

Chen Rufeng's body shook.

This Chen Kaizhi...is amazing.

In just one night, where did so many poems and articles come from?

He didn't care about going to the house, but rushed to the pavilion, but saw a line of short poems posted in the pavilion. He murmured: "The light flowing water is gone, and the cypress boat is floating and stagnant. He whistles the breeze. He drums and looks like a man. He puts a boat on the pole and throws it on the rod. He is a happy life."

call……

The indifference and leisure in this poem are truly vividly displayed on the paper. If you calm down and feel it, this calm leisure.

It's really...

It's really...

He let out a long sigh and said, "The person is nearby, go to the house."

The Confucian scholars read this poem in a fascinating way, and were all infected by the beautiful artistic conception in the poem.

They are in the mountains and are tired of the world. Now reading this poem is the realm they want to pursue now?

This poem seems to be able to understand the gods and has magical powers, which makes people fall in love with it at first sight.

Everyone was in a vast expanse. When they arrived at the house, a Confucian scholar went in first, but hurried out: "There is no one inside. I think I have left, but... but... there is an article on the desk here."

besides……

Chen Rufeng covered his heart and suddenly felt like he was dark before his eyes and almost fainted.

He rushed in and found that there was an article on the desk.

Someone was impatient to recite: "Building a hut in a human world, without the noise of carriages and horses. I ask you how can you? Your heart is far away from home. Picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence, leisurely seeing the southern mountains. The mountain energy is beautiful day and night, and the birds return together. There is a true meaning in this, and I have forgotten my words if I want to distinguish..."

boom……

Chen Rufeng actually fell directly.

This poem...is amazing!

His face turned red and he breathed heavily. This poem only hugged his heart, especially the sentence, picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence, leisurely seeing the southern mountains. This artistic conception is like this.

It seems...it seems...

He has lived in seclusion for a long time, but he always feels that there is something wrong with him.

It seems to be for the sake of being hidden.

But this sentence leisurely saw Nanshan, but it seemed that it suddenly revealed the true meaning of it.

I was so ashamed that I hid in the deep mountains, and many things that could not be understood were awakened directly by a boy using such penetrating words.

He couldn't help but rush to the Confucian scholar behind him, "Hurry up, go look for it separately, go find it..."

Chen Rufeng now had only one thought in his mind, that is, no matter what, he would meet Chen Kaizhi and wanted to ask some questions with this person who had comprehended the great way.

If he doesn't ask for advice today, he will regret it for life.

Therefore, he was very anxious and urged the Confucian scholars.

"You must find him for me."

The Confucian scholars were all very excited. I am afraid that there are not as many good poems as I have seen in my life today.

So he anxiously searched for Chen Kaizhi.

Everyone dispersed.

Chen Rufeng waited patiently, but after a while, someone finally came to say hurriedly.

"I met, I met... in Dongping, Dongping..."

Chen Rufeng hurriedly said, "Why did you go there? Come with me quickly." He stepped up, but saw that the person who reported the news looked very strange, but he didn't care about asking more, for fear that Chen Kaizhi would run away.

When he panted and brought the scholars to Dongping, he saw that a bonfire was actually raising here.

At this time, Chen Kaizhi and Deng Jian squatted on the ground.

Chen Kaizhi scraped out a ball of mud from the bonfire with two branches. The mud was already dry and hard. Deng Jian impatiently knocked on the branches and the mud fell off. Suddenly, a roast chicken wrapped in leaves was exposed in front of him, and a strong fragrance also came.

Deng Jian reached out to pick up the chicken, but his hand was burned. He quickly put his hand in his mouth and blew it. Chen Kaizhi said angrily: "Senior brother, don't rob it. I caught the chicken, and I also burned it."

Deng Jian said angrily: "You can't say that. I stolen the knife that was broken into pieces. I am willing to risk being caught and beaten to death. Isn't this a huge contribution?"

Chen Rufeng was stunned and shouted: "Chen Xuehou, Chen Xuehou..."

Chen Kaizhi had actually judged from the sound of footsteps that someone had come, but he pretended not to know. Now he turned around and saw Chen Rufeng coming with dozens of Confucian scholars, Chen Rufeng looked ashamed: "Chen Xuehou, offended."

Chen Kaizhi stood up, pointed at the chicken and said, "Senior brother, be conscience-oriented, don't eat anything secretly." He just came forward and bowed to Chen Rufeng: "Mr. Chen, we are both...uh...hungry, so..."

"It's okay, it's okay, just now, when I saw your poems and looked at people with poetry, I realized that Chen Xuehou had such a calm mind. Yesterday, I was really offended, so I hope he could let it go." He said urgently: "These poems are all unworldly, why are there no titles?"

Just like when an ordinary person hears a good song, he can't help but want to know what the title of the song is.

Chen Rufeng actually has a lot to say and a lot to ask, but it’s not good to be too presumptuous, so start with this one.

Chen Kaizhi knew that Chen Rufeng fell in love with these poems, but he didn't rush to say it, but smiled faintly and said, "There are no titles for these articles."

"Ah...untitled, that's strange." Chen Rufeng seemed disappointed.

Chen Kaizhi wanted to laugh in his heart. You hermits are far inferior to those who hid in the mountains and pretended to be bragging, drink and eat Wushi San during the Wei and Jin Dynasties. They have developed seclusion into customs and fashion, and have developed this pretentiousness to the extreme.

In contrast, in this world, since the Han Dynasty, the trend of pretending to be in seclusion has obviously been stagnant and has not made any major development.

Now, Chen Kaizhi can say without hesitation that I am late. I'm sorry to all my friends in the cultural world. I didn't bring these pretentious trends to everyone earlier, so that everyone can wait for a long time.

In fact, when it comes to such pastoral poems, there are various articles of retirement. In the Wei and Jin dynasties in the previous life, it can be said that it has developed to the extreme. In addition to the Seven Sages of the Bamboo Forest, there are also countless writers from the Wei and Jin dynasties who have created pastoral songs.
Chapter completed!