Chapter 151 Waiting for him to make a fool of himself
The poetry meeting started at Chen hour, but at Mao hour, there were already several people waiting eagerly at the entrance of Baiyun Temple.
Some people came on foot, some in carriages, and some on horseback. They came in twos and threes, completely breaking the tranquility of the morning. They laughed and talked, shaking the clouds in the sky.
When Zhong Qingyun and Zhang Qingjiu arrived, there was a burst of noise from the crowd.
"Brother Qingyun, you are finally here." When Zhong Qingyun got off the carriage, many people came to greet him.
"Yes, the brothers all asked why you haven't come today. We were planning to send someone to the front to have a look."
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"Sorry for keeping everyone waiting. I just went to pick up someone." Zhong Qingyun smiled and responded to the greetings around him one by one. He turned his head and was about to let Zhang Qingjiu get off the carriage, but saw that she had already gotten off on her own.
, and was walking towards them.
"Why is he here?" At this time, most of the people surrounding Zhong Qingyun were the same group who had been with him in front of the stall a few days ago. Although they were dressed as students, they were all still well-dressed and looking at Zhang Qingjiu.
There was obvious disdain in his eyes.
Zhong Qingyun's eyes flashed, and the sarcasm at the corner of his mouth disappeared in a flash, "Zhang Xiaoxian was responsible for Zijin's incident. Naturally, he cannot let him miss Zijin's style today."
They play together all the time, so they naturally know each other's temperament well. Now when they heard what Zhong Qingyun said, there was nothing they didn't understand. Their eyes flashed with satisfaction and teasing: "As expected, Brother Qingyun still has the foresight.
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However, not everyone can enter this poetry gathering.
Zhong Qingyun curled his lips, patted the people around him, and walked towards Zhang Qingjiu, "Please invite Zhang Xiaoxian to come in with us later. Although this poetry meeting is open to visitors, we still need to get the honors we have today."
You still need to match a poem to qualify for the game, but Zhang Xiaoxian doesn't have to worry, our brothers will prepare everything for you."
Zhang Qingjiu raised his eyebrows, "No, I won't play."
Zhong Qingyun was suddenly stunned.
He originally wanted to take this opportunity to humiliate him because he was not qualified, and then he could make a fool of himself in public by entering the venue. Who knew that the other party would directly say that he would not participate? How shameless?
Seeing Zhong Qingyun's astonished look, Zhang Qingjiu sighed faintly, "On this occasion, a person like me can just be a bystander."
If you want to see her embarrassed, you also want to see if your own eyes are worthy of it.
"You..." Zhong Qingyun pursed his lips and wanted to say more, but someone beside him suddenly grabbed his arm and pointed to the people down the mountain, "Qingyun, what's going on? Why are all those people here?"
They knew that many powerful young people would come today, but why did such a poor scholar come to join in the fun?
However, unexpectedly, Zhong Qingyun not only did not show disdain, but smiled and said, "The poetry club is inclusive. No matter who it is, as long as they have real talent and learning, they can naturally enter."
After saying that, he patted his friend's hand to express comfort.
The man frowned and looked at those people approaching, and subconsciously took a step back, as if he didn't want to get involved. Only Zhong Qingyun stood there with a smile, looking at the smug faces, a smile flashed deep in his eyes.
Of course he had to let these people come. If they didn't come, how could they see the tragic situation of Su Zijin being abandoned by both sides? If they didn't come, how could they serve as foils for these shabby scholars? They could only serve as foils for the proud men like them.
Zhong Qingyun took a breath, and then waited for Su Zijin.
Zhang Qingjiu looked at the confident look on Zhong Qingyun's face, raised the corners of his lips, and sighed unintentionally: "The only thing is, don't get carried away when you are proud, otherwise it will easily capsize."
At this time, it was already three o'clock in the morning, and the gate of Baiyun Temple opened from the inside, and everyone slowly entered in an orderly manner.
Zhang Qingjiu's words just now were not soft, so they naturally fell into Zhong Qingyun's ears, and an unknown anger suddenly rose in his heart.
But if he breaks out now, not only will things get ruined, but it will also appear that he really has ulterior motives.
Taking a deep breath, Zhong Qingyun smiled slightly and said in a humble tone: "Zhang Xiaoxian, please stop."
Zhang Qingjiu responded softly, and at Zhong Qingyun's invitation, he stepped inside, and the people behind him were stunned.
After Zhang Qingjiu entered, someone around Zhong Qingyun finally couldn't bear it any longer. He stepped forward and lowered his voice, "Qingyun, this person is so rude. Do you take it seriously..."
"Let her be proud for a while." Looking at the slender figure, Zhong Qingyun showed a sneer at the corner of his mouth, "Today's good show is still to come."
After saying that, Zhong Qingyun glanced at the pavilion not far away, closed the folding fan in his hand, and bowed remotely.
As soon as the people around him saw his actions, they immediately followed him and looked there. When they saw the person sitting there, they couldn't help but widen their eyes and saluted quickly.
After the man returned the greeting slightly, everyone was overjoyed and pulled Zhong Qingyun's arm, and whispered happily, "So you invited Brother Qingfeng over, there is really a good show today!"
"Brother Zeng is serious. Brother came here today just to meet new young talents. If we don't have the ability, we won't see him take action." Zhong Qingyun smiled faintly, with a trace of pride on his lips, like everyone else
People crowded into the temple like stars holding the moon.
The poetry meeting is divided into two chapters. The first chapter uses poetry to connect friends, and the second chapter criticizes the current ills.
There was still half an hour before Chen time, but there was a strange atmosphere that was completely different from the past.
It's like everyone is waiting for something.
But it is obvious that these people seem to be divided into three parts.
The first part is headed by Zhong Qingyun, the powerful disciples gathered around him; the second wave is the students from poor families wearing green clothes and cloth scarves on their heads.
As for the third wave...
Zhang Qingjiu looked at the people around him who had nothing to do with him but were extremely excited, and raised his eyes to where Zhong Qingyun was, with a hint of a smile in his eyes.
Of course she knew what they were waiting for.
"Brother Qingyun, why hasn't he come yet? Isn't he hiding out of fear?"
"That's right, if he doesn't come, it won't be fun today."
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The faces on the other side also showed anxiety, but unlike those who were waiting to see a joke, they were more worried.
"Brother He Feng, why hasn't Zijin come yet? Could it be that something happened on the way?"
"How about I go out and take a look?"
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"There's no rush." They all answered with the same words.
But the tone of the person who said this was completely different.
Looking at the quiet door, Zhong Qingyun showed a hint of ridicule at the corner of his mouth. Although it was more comfortable than letting him understand the difference between cloud and mud in public, it was not bad to be called a coward.
But another young man named He Feng's eyes were full of determination.
He believed that Su Zijin would definitely come!
Because he knew that Su Zijin understood that today this was definitely no longer a simple poetry meeting!
At that time, the big bell in the temple had already started ringing. When the three bells fell, the poetry meeting officially began.
Soon, the second sound came.
I looked around, but there was still no one there.
Zhong Qingyun raised the corners of his lips proudly and looked mockingly at where Zhang Qingjiu was.
But he saw Zhang Qingjiu looking at the door with a smile, as if he had seen something.
When watching the little Taoist priest in the temple lift the bell, someone could no longer bear it, "Brother He Feng, Zi Jin..."
At this moment, a figure appeared at the gate.
Although he is dusty, his eyes are astonishingly bright.
He could only be heard shouting to the audience in a firm and clear voice: "Student, Su Zijin is here!"