Hearing what Chen Jingke said, everyone was surprised. What is going on? After being criticized like this, you still give others advice? Are you giving in or what?
But having said that, it is really a good idea to write poetry and spray it on Natural Juzhi. Why haven’t I thought of it before?
Gan Yuanfeng thought more and sneered: "You want to force me to write poetry so that I can make a fool of myself? OK, I'll make it happen. I just happened to get a poem..."
Chen Jingke suddenly interrupted him and said, "No, I'm not interested in forcing you to write any poems. I just want to tell everyone a shortcut to becoming famous."
"Before, we only praised Tianju and praised it, and no one has ever publicly criticized it. Whoever is the first to ridicule will definitely become famous."
"I just thought of a poem that criticizes ghosts and gods, so I'm going to show it to everyone. I hope everyone will continue to work hard to create more good works."
Everyone is even more confused. What does this mean? Do you write poems to mock yourself? Or do you want to show off your knowledge?
Are you so confident that you dare to write poems in front of many scholars like us?
At that moment, someone shouted: "Okay, I heard that these couplets were written by Master Chen. We have admired your knowledge for a long time, but we have never had the chance to meet you. Today we have a lot to learn about."
"Yes, Master Chen, please tell me, I can't wait to listen to the masterpiece."
"Zhenren Chen's move must be extraordinary..."
Some of these scholars were booing, some were indifferent, and some couldn't bear it, but no one spoke up to speak for him. People eating on other floors were also attracted and gathered around to watch.
Only the scholar next to Gan Yuanfeng said with some displeasure: "Brother Yuanfeng, it's over."
Gan Yuanfeng smiled and said: "Brother Tian, please be patient. Don't you want to appreciate Chen Zhenren's masterpiece?"
Seeing that Brother Na Tian could not persuade him, he had no choice but to retreat.
Facing this situation, Chen Jingke felt even more angry, but the more this happened, the calmer he became and said loudly:
"The propaganda office seeks talents and visits ministers, but Jia Sheng's talents are even more unmatched."
After hearing these two sentences, the scholars immediately knew that it was the story of Emperor Wen of Han Dynasty summoning Jia Yi, which was an allusion.
Before they could think of anything more, Chen Jingke read out the last two sentences: "It's a pity that you sit down at the front table in the middle of the night and don't ask about the people or the ghosts and gods."
In an instant, the whole restaurant was silent, and you could hear a needle drop. Everyone looked at the Taoist boy who had been ridiculed by them in disbelief.
Zhang Ping also opened her small mouth slightly and looked at him blankly with her big eyes.
Was this poem really written by him?
What's more rare is that it is a masterpiece handed down from generation to generation that is extremely satirical and pungent. What's more, it perfectly fits the theme just now. What's even more unacceptable to them is that this poem was used by Chen Jingke to mock himself.
Didn't you say that I used ghosts and gods to please saints? I admitted it and wrote poems to help you mock yourself. You can do whatever you want.
But, is this really used to mock yourself for pretending to be a ghost? No, this is a real slap in the face of everyone present.
I, a Taoist disciple who was ridiculed by you, defeated you literati with a poem. Who is the embarrassment?
As for writing poems to get slapped in the face... they still have some self-awareness. Even if they were given another ten or twenty years, they would not be able to write such a masterpiece.
Many people feel ashamed when they think about their attitude just now.
Gan Yuanfeng also stared at the Taoist boy in stunned silence. At this moment, he knew that he was kicking the iron plate. He would probably make a fool of himself instead of becoming famous today.
In fact, his guess was absolutely correct.
After reading the poem and looking at the people being restrained, Chen Jingke shouted in his heart, "Unpopular poet Li Shangyin yyds". It was easy to restrain these scumbags.
Then his eyes rested on Gan Yuanfeng. How could he let go of the instigator?
However, he did not ask arrogantly, but put on a humble posture and said: "My humble work made Mr. Gan Lang laugh. By the way, you said you also wrote a poem just now? Why don't you say it together?"
So that I can learn something?"
"..." Gan Yuanfeng was so embarrassed that he couldn't say a word for a long time.
He knows his own affairs, so if that poem were to be published now, this person would be really embarrassed.
At this time, Brother Tian seemed to be unable to bear it. He stood up and bowed deeply to Chen Jingke and said, "Brother Gan has done a lot of things like Meng Lang just now. I hope that the real person will be magnanimous and give him a chance to change his ways."
Chen Jingke said nothing, but looked at Gan Yuanfeng calmly, waiting for his actions.
Everyone in the restaurant also looked at him, but there was no recognition and appreciation as before, only indifference and doubt.
Again, the literati have to rely on the pen in their hands to speak in the end, and now it is obvious that Gan Yuanfeng has failed.
As the saying goes, you can't live without your own fault. If you actively provoke others and then be defeated by others using what you are best at, it is difficult for people to have sympathy.
Gan Yuanfeng's face suddenly turned the color of pig liver, and he said angrily:
"How can you write such a masterpiece at how young you are? Even if you started reading in the womb, you still wouldn't be able to write it. You dare to show off the poems you stole from who knows where, aren't you afraid that others will find you?"
Brother Tian shook his head in disappointment, then stepped aside and said nothing.
Chen Jingke's eyes also turned cold. He originally wanted to settle the matter, but now it seems that it is completely unnecessary.
Well, recently there are more and more people who want to make a fuss about Tiantianju. It’s just a good idea to scare the little ones.
Thinking of this, he said: "Shameless."
"You..." Gan Yuanfeng pointed at him angrily.
"You are what you are, aren't you?" Chen Jingke interrupted him and said eloquently:
"Do you really think everyone doesn't know your purpose? Why are you complaining about scholars? You just want to become famous through being new and different."
"But have you ever considered that there are countless dignitaries who come to Tianranju for dinner every day? If you offend any big shot, what will happen to the future of these many scholars?"
"You just wanted to commit suicide yourself, but you actually want to drag everyone into the water together. It's really insidious and shameless."
After hearing this, everyone's expressions changed again, and they subconsciously looked towards the box upstairs.
Why do they come here every day and talk loudly? Isn't it because powerful people often come here to eat and want to attract their attention.
This is no delusion. Since the reputation of Tianranju has spread, scholars have often been favored by dignitaries and recommended as officials.
If any powerful person is offended by what happened just now, the consequences will be serious.
Moreover, everyone who was overwhelmed by jealousy finally thought of Chen Jingke's background: the queen's nephew, the quasi-consort of Princess Jinyang, could freely enter and leave the palace to see the emperor and empress at any time, and had close contacts with many dignitaries in the court.
Maybe he can't make a person successful, but he is definitely capable of destroying a person. If they have a confrontation with him in public, the only ones who will suffer are themselves.
Thinking of this, everyone looked at Gan Yuanfeng with a bit more dissatisfaction and resentment. He was the one who deceived everyone.
Gan Yuanfeng didn't expect that things would turn out like this. He only felt that his hands and feet were cold and the world was spinning.