Gao Shun finally decided to follow Guo Jia to attend Nao Shizi's Yingchuan literary conference. The reason was very simple. If Guo Jia wanted to embarrass himself, he really didn't know how embarrassed he would be.
Just like when Guo Jia and Guo Cuifu met just now, he took out a can of liquid made of unknown stuff from his pocket and handed it to Guo Cui, and then said to her: "Let your husband drink a spoonful every night before going to bed."
, I guarantee that sister, you will be pregnant within a month."
Guo Cui had no doubts about Guo Jia. What she hoped most at this time was to be pregnant with Gao Shun's child as soon as possible. She was overjoyed when she heard this. But Gao Shun broke into a cold sweat. What the hell is that? From Guo Cui
I took it over and took a sip. Oh my god, it was so bitter! Coptis chinensis and the like were so weak! It couldn’t be compared with the jar of liquid in front of me!
"Fengxiao, what the hell is this?" Gao Shun pulled Guo Jia aside and asked angrily.
"Oh, it's not a big deal. It's just bitter juice squeezed from the gall of various animals."
"Is this thing really helpful for pregnancy?"
Guo Jia ignored him, with a "who knows" expression. Guo Cui was so excited now that she didn't see this expression on his face.
Damn it, I just turned down a literary event, why are you treating me like this! This stuff is so bitter that you almost want to vomit after just a small taste of it, and you have to drink a spoonful every night? Gao Shun can no longer imagine that kind of thing
It's an unspeakably painful feeling.
What's even more hateful is that Guo Jia actually carried this can with him. It seemed that he had made the decision from the very beginning that he would deal with himself as long as he refused to participate in the cultural gathering.
"Xiao Cui'er has great faith in you. If it doesn't work, she will die of grief!" Gao Shun looked heartbroken and deliberately said in a voice that Guo Cui could hear.
Expose you! Expose you now!
However, between her brother and her husband, Guo Cui chose to trust her brother without reservation.
"What are you talking about! Since it is a gift from eldest brother, how can it be invalid!" Guo Cui stared at Gao Shun fiercely, and the meaning in his eyes was self-evident: You have to drink this bitter juice every night
, don’t even think about escaping!
Gao Shun was about to cry but had no tears left. He didn't bring his brothers and sisters with him to bully others.
"Haha, what Chang Gong said makes sense." I never thought that Guo Jia would help Gao Shun speak at this time. However, before Gao Shun could be happy for a moment, his next words were equivalent to a sap hitting Gao Shun on the head.
, which made him shout in his heart that he was careless in making friends.
"If this thing doesn't work, I have other formulas and I'll just bring them to my little sister next month."
After saying that, Guo Jia lowered his tone and said to Gao Shun: "I can guarantee that the stuff you bring next month will be ten times more bitter than this bottle of bitter juice, and the amount will be doubled, enough for you to drink two spoons every night.
of."
Guo Jia, Guo Jia, you are a genius, not a poisonous person! How could you use such despicable means!
However, he still grabbed Guo Jia's sleeve and said with a smile: "I have admired celebrities all over the world for a long time, so I will definitely attend the Yingchuan Cultural Festival."
Uh-huh, Guo Jia looked very relieved when he heard this, which made Gao Shun want to punch him hard in the face.
————————————————————————————————————April 25th, the sun is shining brightly, the warm wind is sultry, it’s really humming
A great time to write poetry.
High-ranking celebrities have always been very interested in such arty things. However, since the Yellow Turban Uprising, the violence has continued. In the troubled times, even the noble families can hardly save their lives, and there is no time and time to fight with them.
To compete with poetry and prose? But today, although the world is far from stable, it is much better than the riots during the Yellow Turban and Dong Zhuo periods. Although for ordinary people, whether it is the Yellow Turban Rebellion
It is still an era when "white bones are exposed in the wild and there are no roosters crowing for thousands of miles." But for these high-profile celebrities, under Cao Cao's relatively stable rule, they finally have time to hold a pretentious ceremony.
of the gathering.
The cultural conference was held on a hill on the outskirts of Yingchuan. This hill has streams and forests, green and green, and the scenery is quite beautiful and pleasant. It is quite suitable to be the venue for the cultural conference.
Of course, not everyone can participate in this Yingchuan Literary Fair. If you want to enter the venue, you must meet two conditions. One is that you must have literary talent. There is a person at the foot of the mountain who is responsible for welcoming guests. If you want to go up the mountain, you must follow your mood.
If you recite a poem related to spring, you will definitely not be allowed to recite it. Secondly, you must have a certain identity. If you are a beggar, no matter how outstanding and amazing the poem he recites, you will not be allowed to recite it.
Gao Shun and Guo Jia had also arrived at the foot of the mountain at this time. Naturally, they had to recite a poem before being released. Although Guo Jia's poetry was not considered to be excellent, he still had no problem reciting a poem in response to the question, and passed easily.
Closed.
Next it was Gao Shun's turn. With his lips opening and closing, he stole another famous poem from later generations:
"You don't wake up when you sleep in spring. You can hear the singing of birds everywhere. The sound of wind and rain comes at night, and you can tell how many flowers have fallen."
Although the poem is short, the artistic conception is really far-reaching. After reading the four lines of the poem, Gao Shun immediately attracted the attention of many literati around him.
"May I ask your name, sir?" The young man in charge of the reception seemed to be very talented. He knew that this poem was a masterpiece as soon as he heard it. He did not dare to neglect it and asked respectfully. At this time, Gao Shun was also wearing a green shirt.
Dressed as a scribe, if someone didn't know him, probably no one would think that he was a military general.
"Gao Shun, Gao Changgong."
"It turns out it's Mr. Chang Gong in person. I'm blind-sighted and really presumptuous." When the young man heard Gao Shun's name, he immediately bowed again.
When the literati around him heard Gao Shun's name, they all bowed in his direction, and Gao Shun, who was busy, returned the favor.
I didn't expect it, I didn't expect it, I turned out to be so famous. Mr. Chang Gong? This is really a good name, it sounds very comfortable! After all, people are vain. Seeing so many scribes saluting themselves, Gao Shun felt deep in his heart.
That's called a happy one, but I just tried hard not to laugh out loud at this moment.
Guo Jia, on the other hand, felt sour in her heart. Gao Shun grabbed the limelight as soon as he appeared. If he had known better, he would not have told Xun Yue that he had brought this guy here. Why would he let others get in with him!
After Gao Shun entered the mountain and walked a dozen steps, he spotted a familiar figure.
Huh? Xun Nian? Isn’t this his original competitor Xun Nian?
At this time, Xunnian also spotted Gao Shun and smiled at him.
Although he was the loser in the literary competition, Xunnian didn't pay too much attention to it. Although he said that he was recruiting a bride through literary competition, he had never met Miss Cao's family at all, and he had no feelings about her.
, if you lose, you lose, what’s the big deal. Besides, in Xunnian’s eyes, Gao Shun is indeed a person with real talents and learning, so Xunnian admires Gao Shun quite a lot, and they just met at this time.
A sense of joy and joy immediately arose in his heart.