The entire hall was still immersed in the wonderful sound of the piano, recalling the music that had just flown around the beams. Even the beauty had not noticed that the beauty had left.
After a while, I suddenly heard someone applauding in the hall. The crisp sound echoed clearly in the hall. Then, there was a second, third,..., and finally, the applause in the hall gradually became loud.
Although the stage was abandoned, the beauty was nowhere to be seen. There still seemed to be musical notes left on the flying ribbons.
All the students cheered and applauded, and there was already a call for the woman just now to perform another song. As more and more people booed, in the end, the organizer of the poetry meeting in the hall had no choice but to send someone from the palace to smooth things over.
The person who came out was the manager of the Wang family, Fatty Fang.
When many excited students were about to cause a riot, Manager Fang ran up from the stage panting. He first calmed down his breathing, and then he gasped and apologized to the students who were about to riot.
Said: "Everyone, dear students, today is the Qinhuai Poetry Festival, students, please don't lose your dignity!"
"What kind of decency, my fair lady? Gentlemen are so courteous. It is extremely tactful for us to appreciate such a beauty. Isn't that right, classmates?"
"That's right, this kind of elegant thing is exactly what we are aiming for. Where does the sadness and decency come from!"
"Go down, fat man, and let that woman come out and meet us. It will help relieve our longing for her!"
The students in the cabin didn't seem to accept Manager Fang's words at all. Before he could finish his words, they interrupted him with cheers. For a while, the crowd was in a state of uproar. Some students seemed to be unable to hold on any longer and were clustered in small groups.
walked towards the backstage.
Seeing that the scene was getting out of control, Manager Fang hurriedly ran off the stage and stretched out his arms to block these extremely rude beasts in uniform.
Manager Fang wiped the sweat from his face, his fat face turned red, and shouted at the top of his lungs: "Everyone, everyone, you can't do this!"
The students didn't listen to him at all, and those in the back were crowding out those in front. More and more people gathered, and it became clear that the human wall formed by the servants was about to become unstoppable.
At this time, an old man with gray hair stepped on the stairs and came down from the second floor.
"Shut up!" A stern scolding voice immediately suppressed the noisy sound in the cabin.
Many students were startled by the sudden rebuke. They looked back with some annoyance, and when they were about to retort, they saw the man in simple clothes and beard standing on the stairs on the second floor.
The gray old gentleman.
Immediately, he swallowed the words that were on his lips.
A group of people lowered their heads timidly and slowly returned to their positions.
"It's Mr. Wenshan!"
"Mr. Wenshan is actually here?"
The students lowered their heads, and some of them whispered.
He raised his head and looked at the old gentleman with a trembling beard on the stairs, his eyes full of reverence.
The person who came down from the second floor was Zhang Wenshan, who had been drinking tea with Prince Ning Lu Heng just now. At this time, his face was as cold as frost, and he stared at this group of students who looked like a ragtag group of students with unkind eyes.
"Confucius said, don't look at what is inappropriate, speak not what is inappropriate, and don't listen to what is inappropriate. You all read the books of sages, don't you even know this? After so many years of reading, you have read it into the belly of a dog?" Zhang Wenshan's gaze
He glanced downstairs like lightning and saw the students who had their heads lowered and looked ashamed, their beards trembling with anger: "How are you doing this any different from the rogues on the street?"
Zhang Wenshan looked at these students with some disappointment, let out a long sigh, turned around and walked up to the second floor.
Just now, he was drinking tea with Prince Lu Hengning upstairs. However, when he saw the group of unqualified students below, they had forgotten the teachings of the sages because of a brothel girl. He suddenly became furious. That's why he got angry
This next scene.
The group of people below still looked ashamed, and of course they were a little angry. However, Zhang Wenshan was well-known and a famous calligrapher and painter in the world. He was also the judge of tonight's poetry meeting. He controlled whether these students could advance tonight.
The power of life and death.
Therefore, although some students are dissatisfied, they do not dare to be too presumptuous.
Seeing that the scene finally calmed down, Manager Fang breathed a sigh of relief and wiped the sweat from his forehead. He trotted down the stairs, clasped his fists and saluted Zhang Wenshan, who was walking up, and said, "Thank you, Mr. Zhang, for your help!"
Zhang Wenshan stopped and turned his head to look at the chubby Manager Fang. A faint smile finally appeared on his serious face: "Hang on for tonight's poetry meeting, and don't let Mr. Wang's reputation be diminished!"
"Yes, I have remembered it!" Manager Fang saluted respectfully and watched Zhang Wenshan go upstairs.
Manager Fang watched Zhang Wenshan walk up to the stage before looking back. However, when he turned around to leave, he suddenly saw someone out of the corner of his eye.
Hey, isn't that Mr. Lu? Why is he here?
The day before yesterday, due to some unpleasant reasons, Lu Heng rejected Wang Tingzhi's ticket. Originally, Manager Fang thought that Lu Heng could not come in. But unexpectedly, he not only came in, but also went up to the second floor.
Moreover, what surprised him even more was that the person sitting opposite and chatting happily with Mr. Lu was actually Prince Ning, who lived in Jiangning City and once had the God of War of the Great Zhou Dynasty.
Mr. Lu, when did you meet Prince Ning?
Manager Fang was extremely shocked. His eyes were full of disbelief as he looked at Lu Heng who was teasing Zhang Wenshan with Prince Ning. His heart went blank.
"Mr. Zhang, you really showed your domineering attitude just now! Haha!" Seeing Zhang Wenshan sit down with a fierce look on his face, he picked up the wine glass and drank it all in one gulp. Lu Heng joked with a deliberate smile.
Zhang Wenshan glared at Lu Heng angrily, then smiled bitterly and said: "You kid, you only know how to make fun of my old man. You don't know how to respect the elderly at all!"
Lu Heng chuckled, amused by the old man's childish look. Then he picked up the wine bottle and personally filled a glass for Mr. Zhang and Prince Ning, who was watching the fun with a smile. After putting down the wine glass, he smiled at Zhang Wen
Sandao: "Haha, okay, then I will respect our beloved Mr. Wenshan. Come on, Mr. Wenshan, please drink this cup!"
Zhang Wenshan looked at Lu Heng angrily, then raised his head and drank the wine glass. After burping, he laughed and cursed: "You kid, you have no sincerity at all. But with this glass of wine, there is also
I don’t care if your words are true or false, let’s just accept them first! Haha!”
Zhang Wenshan, despite his usual lazy appearance, is very rigorous in his studies, and it would not be an exaggeration to describe him as rigorous.
What the student Meng Lang did downstairs just now really aroused Zhang Wenshan's anger. A few years ago, Zhang Wenshan was slapped in the face just because a student wrote a poem and used the wrong allusion.
scolded.
Today, these students behaved like Meng Lang and made Zhang Wenshan furious.