Chapter 289 Is Zhang Dingbian the layman in the temple?
Chapter 203 Luo Guanzhong and Gao Qi
Author: fire pine cone
Chapter 203 Luo Guanzhong and Gao Qi
There were so many people outside the city that it was not convenient to talk much, so Zhu Su got in the carriage and went to the Deyue Tower, a famous building in Suzhou, to catch the wind and wash away the dust.
In the Deyue Tower, Wei Guan had already booked a private room. Zhu Su, Chang Mao and Wei Guan left separately as guests and hosts. Gao Qi and Luo Guanzhong followed suit. After being polite, Wei Guan asked: "Just now, where are you?"
When we were outside the city, looking at the expression on the east side of the palace, could it be that we know Guanzhong?"
"I do know him. I have admired his name for a long time." Zhu Su replied.
It is said that if you are young and don’t read Water Margin, you will never read Three Kingdoms if you are old. As a senior fan of the Three Kingdoms, how come you don’t know Luo Guanzhong?
From that point of view, I have met my idol this time.
No, unlike the great literary giants in my impression, Mr. Luo Guanzhong was stooped and had a sad face, just like an ordinary farmer who could be seen everywhere in the fields. He looked really ordinary and tight.
I originally thought that a literary giant who could write a heroic masterpiece like the Three Kingdoms must be a scribe who said, "Isn't he a Penghao man?" But I didn't expect that he turned out to be a middle-aged man who had experienced many hardships.
"Is there such a thing? Has the name of Guanzhong been spread to the capital? He has been friends with the East God of the Palace for a long time!" Wei Guanzhong looked at Luo Guanzhong, twirling his beard and smiling.
"If you are not talented at the end of your studies, you will not dare to bear the admiration of the emperor." After hearing Zhu Su mentioning himself, Luo Guanzhong did not dare to neglect, and stood up immediately: "If you are not the first to learn, you will be lucky, and your humble work will be dismissed by the emperor."
"Those twelve volumes of "The Popular Romance of the Three Kingdoms" were passed down to the world because of Meng Diandong's cruelty. The late scholar Xi Nao Diandong!" After saying this, Zhu Su bowed deeply.
"Oh! Let's see if he forgot! Dian Dong continued to write the story of the Three Kingdoms, so he must have read the first twelve volumes of my "Three Kingdoms". How could he not know me, Luo Guanzhong?" Wei Guan patted his head.
"It's weird that I came all the way from Hangzhou to ask him to introduce me."
"He thought that I had finally thought about it and was planning to pursue a career in the eastern part of the palace!"
"Don't dare, don't dare." Luo Guanzhong rushed over and bowed. "I have wasted my whole life studying and accomplished nothing. The talent of the emperor is a hundred times better than him, and he is qualified to make suggestions for the emperor."
"Let's just say that he spent several years writing the first twelve volumes. As for the following chapters, he only had some vague clues in his mind, but he still couldn't write them down."
"But Dian Dong, a talented scholar from Heaven, wrote the Dongwen text that he had been thinking about for a long time but could not write in just a few months. It is no less brilliant and outstanding than the first twelve volumes."
Speaking of that, Luo Guanzhong's expression was excited, and his face no longer had the submissive attitude he had before. His eyes were even brighter, and he looked directly at Zhu Su with admiration.
After a moment, he sighed again. "Sigh, I may be saying too much. Many of the plots in the continued volumes written by Dian Dong are the same as those he thought about over the years."
"But it took him several years of hard work to get it, but Dongdong didn't have any sluggishness. He accomplished it in just a few months."
"Sometimes I always have the illusion that I am not a student, and I feel like I am always living in the Yongxuan of Diandong Caixuan..."
"Ashamed, ashamed..."
Luo Guanzhong looked self-deprecating, even if Zhu Su was as thick-skinned as a city wall, his face was slightly red at this moment.
The conscience of heaven and earth, I really didn’t want to copy the Three Kingdoms at first.
At first, he told the story of the Three Kingdoms to his younger sister for fun, but later his eldest brother Zhu Biao listened to it. The eldest brother had something to ask for, but he couldn't help but tell it.
Later, I learned that Luo Guanzhong had already written the Three Kingdoms, so I had no scruples about using it again. I looked down on whether I had seen it accidentally. But who knew that Luo Guanzhong had only written the first twelve volumes of the Three Kingdoms at this time?
There was no other way, so I had to pretend to claim the following chapters and say whether I could "continue writing" by myself. How could it not be embarrassing to be looked at by the real owner like that now?
In a few years, after Yang Shen and Tang Bohu are born, they will feel that they are living in his shadow... Zhu Su thought with some evil taste.
"The talents of the east of the palace are indeed rare to see in a hundred years." Gao Qi, who was accompanying him, also said.
"In his opinion, the east side of the palace is a sign of great prosperity for his literary world in the Ming Dynasty!"
"He usually writes some crooked words, but compared with Diandong's "Linjiang Immortal" and "Yijianmei", he really falls behind Dongcheng!"
"I have no other ambition in this life, but I would like to collect his poems from the Ming Dynasty that can be handed down to the world, and compile them into one publication, so that Tiandong will know that his Chinese literary style still exists. The prosperity of his Ming Dynasty literary style should not be weaker than that of the Tang and Song Dynasties.
"
"Ming Yue shamelessly asked the prefect of Wei for a recommendation, and asked if there are any poems that have not been handed down to the east of the palace. Please send them to Dongye Ran."
After saying that, he stood up and bowed to Zhu Su in a very sincere manner. Wei Guan, Luo Guanzhong, and Chang Mao, who was just drinking by himself, all looked at Zhu Su.
"Uh... Then, while I was in the capital, I concentrated on other things and didn't do anything new..." Zhu Su made excuses to evade.
"Is there anything more important than the resurgence of Chinese literary circles?" Gao Qi looked in disbelief: "How could someone with such a talent for poetry be wasted on worldly affairs?"
"No, I can just chant a few words from the east side of the palace..."
Come on, he is not just a poetry fanatic. He finally managed to trick Fang Xiaoru into the direction of philosophy, and then another Gao Jidi appeared...
Zhu Su looked embarrassed and was about to refuse, but Chang Mao next to him said: "Why don't you just chant a sentence to him from the east of the fifth hall?"
"Isn't there a lot of poetry that I chanted along the way? What kind of carriage, what kind of horse, what kind of spring sleep..."
"Oh? I traveled all the way to the east of the palace. Did you find any good poems?" Gao Qi's eyes lit up and he leaned out.
"Uh, none of them are old poems from ancient times..." Zhu Su was confused and never expected that Chang Mao would give him a patch at that time. He looked over with resentful eyes, but saw Chang Mao walking towards him with an innocent face.
Throw a grape in your mouth.
"Haha, don't be angry, Lord of the Palace." Seeing Zhu Su's reluctance, the prefect Wei Guan laughed and tried to smooth things over. "Is this person a literary idiot? He only has poems and articles, but he has no intention of offending the Lord of the Palace.
"
"In the past month, His Majesty Dong was gracious and wanted to promote him to be a member of the Ministry of Household Affairs. However, he resigned because he was too busy with secular affairs and could not concentrate on reciting poems and writing essays."
"His only intention is to revive the Chinese civilization in the chaos of the Mongolian Yuan Dynasty. He is also somewhat unknown in the Ming Dynasty Jiangnan. If there are words in the palace, he will say them out and send him away. With his mouth,
The Jiangnan literati who will surely spread it in a few months will know it, and it will also let the people of Tiandong know the origin of Diandong's family."
"If not, then it's okay to ignore him. He's broad-minded and doesn't hold grudges."
"It turns out he is a high scholar." Zhu Su was immediately in awe. "Mr. Gao's actions are a bit like 'I wish I would die of old age and spend time drinking wine, and I don't want to bow in front of a carriage'!"
"'I hope that I will die of old age while spending time drinking wine, and I don’t want to bow in front of carriages and horses'..." Gao Qi was suddenly startled. Then he slammed the table:
"Wonderful, wonderful! The east of the hall recited it casually, and it is a masterpiece of poetry!"
"Compared with this sentence, the poems he wrote in Pingyue are really worthy of burning a furnace!"
"Diandong! Please tell me the whole poem from Diandong! If you don't hear it, Qi will hardly be alive!"