As soon as he entered the door, Chen Jingke saw four people with different expressions and stepped forward to salute one by one. Except for Ma Zhou who stood up to return the salute, the other three people just nodded.
Originally, Li Shimin should have asked him to sit down at this time, and the meeting would have been completed. But at this moment, he was angry, so he just snorted with a dark face and said nothing.
Chen Jingke was stunned. He was an elder and it would be rude if he sat down without permission.
It was Changsun Wuji who gave him a ladder and said, "Jing Ke, come and sit down. The master was talking about you to us just now."
Chen Jingke gratefully bowed his hands to him, sat down at the bottom of the table, and said, "Here... you guys came over without notifying me, so I could come out to greet you."
Li Shimin said: "If I had told you in advance, wouldn't I have been able to hear such a wonderful poem?"
"Uh..." Chen Jingke naturally knew why he was angry, and said with a smile: "Isn't that because I was confused by anger? I made a mistake."
"But don't worry, Zixiaoguan is planning to publish a miscellaneous book called Wangyue Tan, which will be published every month. It will mainly record some interesting things in the literary world and famous poems and articles."
"Wangyue Tanhui is available to most states and counties in the world, and I will write this poem on it today. This way everyone will know its ins and outs, and there will be no misunderstanding."
Li Shimin's face looked better now, but he still said: "You have to think twice about what you say in the future. If it weren't for your young age, I would have to punish you severely."
Chen Jingke said quickly: "Thank you Sir for your magnanimity, I won't dare to do it again next time."
At this time, it was revealed that Li Shimin and others did not realize what Chen Jingke's so-called miscellaneous book "Wang Yue Tan" meant.
After all, his understatement made a few people subconsciously think that it was just a collection of interesting stories and poems about literati. This kind of thing was not uncommon in ancient times.
What a few of them care more about is this poem.
Yu Wenshiji spoke first: "The style of Jing Ke's poem seems to be very different from current poetry."
Li Shimin and Ma Zhou both nodded in agreement; Changsun Wuji was not proficient in poetry, so he just thought this poem was good, but did not know how it was different from the current mainstream poetry.
Chen Jingke was confused by the question. Is his style not mainstream? Li Shangyin's poems are not mainstream? This...he copied it without thinking about it at all.
Fortunately, he immediately thought of something.
I seem to have seen it in history books in my previous life, saying that Yang Luluo and Chen Zi'ang, the Four Great Heroes of the Early Tang Dynasty, were both reformist poets and laid the foundation for the subsequent rise of poetry.
At this moment, they are either still kids, or their parents are still kids, so they probably haven't done anything about innovating poetry yet.
In other words, today's poetry still continues the style of the old period.
So from this aspect, the "Jia Sheng" he plagiarized is still ahead of these others. Maybe he can still get the title of a revolutionary poet in this life.
He immediately became happy when he thought about it.
But this is not the time to be happy yet. I quickly recall the innovations in poetry recorded in my previous life and what exactly they were.
After some thinking, I finally got an idea and then said: "The Duke of Ying has a sharp eye. The elders in the family are dissatisfied with the delicate and delicate habits in Qi Liang's poems, and believe that we should pursue a full and vigorous poetic style."
"I may have been influenced by them, and the poems I wrote have some characteristics without even realizing it."
Yu Wenshi said: "Oh, may I ask where your family is? I like poetry very much. I wonder if I can visit and ask for advice?"
Chen Jingke said sadly: "They are not in this world."
His words sounded awkward, but Yuwen Shiji didn't think much about it and just thought he had passed away. He was a little disappointed in his heart, but he said with a look of regret on his face:
"Sorry, I didn't know that was the case."
Chen Jingke shook his head and said: "It's okay, I'm used to it. Besides, I now have a master, an aunt... and a saint to care for me, that's enough."
Li Shimin was very satisfied. He did not take care of him in vain, at least he was not a white-eyed wolf.
After that, everyone talked about poetry again, mainly because Chen Jingke said they wanted to listen.
In fact, he didn't know much about Qi Liang Shifeng and Tang Feng, but it didn't matter, he just had to throw out this concept.
The other things he didn't understand were all excused by the fact that he was young and didn't remember it, and no one else had any doubts. It was just a pity that his family left Zhao, otherwise he would have been a literary giant.
Only Li Shimin and Changsun Wuji understood what was going on, and they were once again surprised by the strength of the family behind Chen Jingke.
This family was ahead of the Central Plains Dynasty in terms of literature, medicine, craftsmanship, etc. If Chen Jingke hadn't been here, they would not have believed it.
Now they are full of covetousness towards the family behind Chen Jingke and all the achievements created by the Chen family.
All this must belong to Datang.
The few people chatted until the meal was over and then left. Chen Jingke sent them all the way before returning to the temple.
I went to see Zhang Ping first and apologized to her. After all, we agreed to take her to eat delicious food, so it was indeed rude to send her away halfway.
Zhang Ping was very talkative and expressed that she understood, and then asked about the poem.
"I have long heard that Chen Zhenren is talented, and today I saw that he is truly worthy of his reputation."
Chen Jingke said sorry to Li Shangyin again in his heart, and then said: "Ms. Zhang, thank you very much. I just got inspiration occasionally. If you ask me to write another song, I really can't write it."
"By the way, thank you for the reminder. It would be really difficult for me if I didn't know the identity of that person."
Zhang Ping shook his head and said: "You are too humble. With your talent, you can resolve this trouble even without my reminder."
She paused for a moment before continuing: "I like poetry very much, but I have never been able to find a famous teacher. I wonder if I can ask a real person for advice?"
How could Chen Jingke dare to agree and said: "This...actually I don't know much about poetry..."
Seeing the girl's little face bulge again, Chen Jingke knew that she had misunderstood him and was unwilling to teach her. In fact, it was not only her who misunderstood, but anyone else would have misunderstood.
He could only say helplessly: "I really don't know how to write poetry. I just write it when inspiration comes. It's hard for me to tell you why."
"If you really want to learn, we can discuss it together, as long as you are not afraid of being taught bad things."
Zhang Ping's little face immediately returned to normal and said: "Master Xie, I will study hard and not let you down."
Chen Jingke knew that she was appointed and thought that he was being modest, but in the conscience of heaven and earth, what he said was all the truth.
No matter what, the ship will be straight when it reaches the bridge. When the time comes, just say whatever you have to say, and teach as much as you can.
What happened in Tiantianju spread quickly, Gan Yuanfeng became infamous and became the object of ridicule by everyone, and the poem "Jia Sheng" became known to more and more people.
At first, everyone was curious, who dared to satirize the emperor like this without fear of death? When they learned that it was written by Sun Simiao's apprentice Chen Jingke, they immediately didn't know what to say.
The Taoist priest ridiculed the emperor for believing in ghosts and gods. Could it be that the sun was rising in the west?
However, compared to outsiders, it was the people in Zixiaoguan who knew the news first.
After all, the staff of Tiantianju are all Zixiaoguan people, and soon everyone knew that Chen Zhenren had written a poem, which was called admiration.
Sun Simiao called him over and asked him about it. After knowing what happened and what happened next, he didn't say anything more. He just told him to print and distribute Wang Yue Tan as soon as possible.
As soon as Chen Jingke came out of Sun Simiao's place, he was blocked by another person.
Wu Shu looked him up and down and said, "It's unbelievable that a real person can write good poetry. It's so hard for you to hide it from me."