Chapter 18 Why should the Secretary of the Company ask?
Although the main hall built under the rockery is wide and spacious, there are not many people inside. In the most central position, the fifty-six-year-old Wang Tingxiang is holding a poem manuscript and observing it over and over again, with a complicated mood.
Mr. Gu Lin, the leader of Nanjing's local literary circle and a former second-rank official, sitting second from the left, had no other expression on his face. But on this occasion to celebrate the completion of the reconstruction of the new garden, not smiling already meant that he was unhappy.
The host of the second seat on the right, Dongyuan Master Xu Tianci, smiled bitterly. The atmosphere was originally very good, but it became awkward after the poem manuscript came in.
Wang Tingxiang is one of the Seven Talents of the Literary Restoration School and a representative of mainstream literary voices across the country, while Gu Lin is the leader of the local literary circle in Nanjing, and the local literary style in Nanjing is called the Six Dynasties School.
The retro Han and Tang dynasties and the Golden Pink Six Dynasties are very difficult to deal with when you hear the names! To describe it in the words of later generations, one is a grand narrative of stars and the sea, and the other is an exquisite junior bourgeois youth...
"Thinking about the sounds of the Han and Tang Dynasties, and hearing that Ming Gong came to Nanjing" may seem to ordinary people outside to impress Wang Tingxiang, but they don't understand politics.
In front of the leader of the local Six Dynasties faction, I wrote this sentence to the retro faction boss, and even directly named him. What would happen if the retro faction boss didn't pick up the message and passed it on?
Wouldn't it mean that the big brother of the retro faction representing the imperial court bowed to the leader of the local Six Dynasties faction? Is this worthy of the reputation of the Seven Retro Talents? Is it worthy of the recent death of Li Mengyang?
Not to mention that Wang Shangshu was still a new official who had just arrived and made his first appearance in Nanjing’s literary world...
So just now Wang Tingxiang Wang Shangshu was forced to go into battle, supporting this "sound of Han and Tang Dynasty" that came out of nowhere.
Mr. Gu also has his own literary dignity and must support his family member Wang Fengyuan.
Finally, the host Xu Tianci was asked to choose one of two poems. Mr. Dongyuan read two poems, one of which contained sentences praising his ancestors, and the other, a masterpiece by Wang Fengyuan, only contained sentences praising himself.
What else could he do? Although he was emotionally biased toward the local Wang Fengyuan and liked being praised, he could only choose his ancestors.
"Mr. Dongqiao! I'm sorry, it's all my fault." Xu Tianci raised his glass and apologized repeatedly to Gu Lin. As the host, he must play a role in relaxing the atmosphere.
It was clearly Wang Tingxiang who was the one who started the fight just now, but he, the master, had to step in to smooth things over. It was painful.
Gu Lin's nickname was Dongqiao. People at that time liked to use nicknames to address others, and first names and characters were rarely used in social situations.
The old man responded to Xu Tianci: "It doesn't matter, Jishan's skills are not as good as others, no wonder. Anyway, he is still young and has a long future."
Wang Tingxiang still held the manuscript of the poem and said to the two of them calmly: "I think the poet's heart is treacherous and he dares to tease our mood. This trend will definitely not last long. When I see him, I will definitely give him a warning!"
Gu Lin also scolded: "This person must be a utilitarian person who only wants to gain fame and gain fame!"
He has also made up his mind that when this person comes in later, he will give this person a lesson. He is messing around in Nanjing territory, but he doesn't betray his reputation as the leader of the Six Dynasties Faction. He can't do it without fighting.
Mr. Xu curled his lips and said nothing. Some literati just don't mean what they say. If you, Wang Shangshu, really hate this person so much, then why don't you let go of the poem manuscript?
Speaking like this is probably to help Mr. Gu, the leader of the local alliance, to ease the relationship. Who made Mr. Gu's disciple Wang Fengyuan be rejected?
Speaking of which, Mr. Xu was also very curious, what kind of tricky person could write such a thing?
The phrase "Voice of the Han and Tang Dynasties" forced Wang Tingxiang to take action, and the phrase "New Wei Huo" forced him to take sides. To put it bluntly, this is moral kidnapping!
While the three bosses were chatting awkwardly, Wang Meiren Tingting walked in and saluted the three bosses and said a long blessing.
At the same time, she also exchanged glances with her senior sister Feng Shuangshuang who was already in the hall for a second.
"Hmph, didn't I come in too? Shikui is my man tonight, and the name published in the poem manuscript is my Wang Lianqing!"
"Don't get too proud too early, haha, it's not certain who laughs in the end!"
Wang Tingxiang asked directly: "Are you the scrivener Wang Lianqing? Who wrote this poem? Didn't he come with you?"
Wang Meiren responded obediently: "This was dictated by Qin Dewei, and he asked his slave to write it for him."
She answered very skillfully. She only said that Qin Dewei dictated it, but did not say that it must be Qin Dewei's work, leaving some room for error. After all, it was really unbelievable, and she was not very sure whether Qin Dewei was the real author.
Who is Qin Dewei? The three big guys are all confused about this name.
Wang Tingxiang wanted to see the poet, not the beauty, so he waved his hand and said: "Go and bring him in again!"
Wang Lianqing lowered his head and responded. Just as he was about to go out again, Feng Shuangshuang, who was sitting with him at the table, suddenly spoke.
"Gentlemen, the slave family suddenly came up with a new idea to write a poem. The prize is only the famous painting. Isn't it too boring and monotonous?"
Xu Tianci and Feng Shuangshuang were most familiar with each other, so he laughed and scolded: "You are such a prodigal, how dare you say that the prizes I presented are boring, but what's wrong with you?"
Feng Shuangshuang pretended to be shy and replied: "The slave family is thinking that the slave family can also be used as a prize. They can accompany the poet for ten days without taking any money! This will also add glory to Master Xu's opening of the garden and strengthen the reputation of Dongyuan."
Mr. Xu Liu has always been bold and unrestrained, and he likes this kind of tone the most. He laughed "haha" and said, "I don't know if he can bear the weight of Qinhuai's four beauties! That's right, that's right, the account belongs to me!"
Feng Shuangshuang glanced at Wang Lianqing triumphantly, "So what if you pick up a Shikui? You worked so hard, but in the end you made my wedding dress!"
Wang Lianqing just wanted to spit out all the anger in her chest and burn this bitch to death! But in front of the three big guys, she didn't dare to lose her composure at all, so she had to go out to find someone first.
Immediately, a servant guarding the door spread the news to the outside, which caused a sensation among the scholars outside, especially the young scholars. They were filled with envy, jealousy, and hatred.
Although many people have seen Wang Lianqing and a young boy together, they have not thought of Shi Kui as a young boy. It is not like a little kid can write this kind of poem. At this time, I can only say, which one is it?
Such a good fortune!
Wang Lianqing quickly returned to her original seat, but found that the seat was empty, and the hateful and hateful young man had disappeared. She was a little panicked for some reason, and Beauty Wang looked around again, but still did not see the figure of the young man.
Beauty Wang couldn't help but cursed in her heart, is this person a fool? The most glorious time is about to come, but why is he missing?
At this time, she noticed again that there was a piece of paper left on the table with a farewell poem written on it. She was finally sure that the little boy was really gone.
"How could he leave?" Wang Lianqing muttered to herself, not even leaving any contact information...a heartless scumbag!
Is she just a tool? Is she just a prop used to attract traffic? Doesn’t she deserve contact information?
With some confusion and self-doubt, Wang Meiren turned back to the lobby.
The three bosses are all surprised, why are you here alone again? Where is that poet who dares to play with the boss's mood and needs a lesson? Don't you dare to go to court and stand at attention to be beaten?
Wang Lianqing respectfully handed the note left by Qin Dewei to the bosses and explained: "He has left."
Mr. Xu was even more surprised: "Why did you leave? You didn't even want the prize?"
"Hey, could it be that Sister Wang, you are reluctant to take the person out? It's too stingy to hide it." Feng Shuangshuang interrupted at the right time.
Wang Lianqing closed her eyes slightly and quickly opened them again. Brother Qin's battle was over, but hers had just begun!
Wang Meiren had the sweetest smile in her life and said softly: "When he heard that Sister Feng had been added to the prize, he was so frightened that he ran away. He didn't even want the famous paintings. He said he would rather go to hell. Look at how disgusted he is.
, I don’t know what I think of Sister Feng.”
Feng Shuangshuang turned pale in an instant. It doesn't matter if it's true or false, but if this statement becomes popular...
A poet who won the first prize at a large-scale gathering actually didn't even want Zhao Mengfu's famous paintings because he disliked Feng Meiren...
"Pfft!" Mr. Xu covered his mouth to hold back his laughter. It was so scary for a woman to tear her apart!
Just now, Feng Shuangshuang forcibly came forward to snatch the poetry champion, which made Wang Lianqing unable to lift his head. In the blink of an eye, he was randomly arranged and could hardly talk back... This is much more exciting than the poetry competition.
Feng Shuangshuang bulged his eyes and stared at Wang Lianqing. Wang Lianqing slightly raised his pointed chin and pointed it at Feng Shuangshuang like a dagger.
However, the two old gentlemen Wang Tingxiang and Gu Lin didn't pay attention to the quarrel between the courtesans at all. They looked at the paper left behind and saw that it read:
"How many springs are there in Jinling in the great dream, and people cross the Qingxi peach leaves across the river. Why does the minister Sima need to ask, and I understand Lan Yin on the Phoenix platform."
After reading it, Gongqing Gu Lin and Grand Sima (Minister of War) Wang Tingxiang exchanged their thoughts.
"What do these four sentences mean?" "I don't understand." The two of them had a tacit understanding.
As for "Why do you need to ask, sir?" Who wants to ask who you are?
No one cares about your past, nor does they want to understand your mental journey, let alone your motives.
I just want to call you over and give you a good beating. How dare you not cooperate and just run away pretending to be cool?