Great Liangzhen Fusi, starting as the villain

When the words were completed and the pen was written, Qi Ping stared at the poem for a moment, and said in his heart, the younger generation boldly borrowed Su Shi's poems and essays, and signed the title at the end.

Next, hold up the paper and dry the ink stain.

Pass it to the listless teacher: "Thank you."

The teacher lazily said: "Let's put it here, come back in a few days."

The other party's demeanor reminded him of the human resources recruiting sentence: Put your resume down, go back and wait for news.

Qi Ping was stunned for a moment: "Isn't it possible today?"

The teacher was a little irritated: "There are so many visitors, how can Mr. Liu evaluate immediately?"

After finishing speaking, he probably felt that his tone was not very good, and added another sentence: "Don't worry, I will definitely give you an answer."

On this rainy day, he was assigned to guard the gate and deal with a large number of visitors. Naturally, he was not in a good mood. In fact, Qi Ping was already late.

Earlier, there were many talents.

"Okay..." Qi Ping said goodbye helplessly, and walked down the mountain.

The instructor covered his sleeves and was exposed to the cold wind, and he dealt with several people.

Fang stood up, picked up a few sheets of ink paper, flipped through them briefly, and prepared to save more and present them together.

When his eyes fell on the piece of paper that was flushed, he was slightly startled, his lips moved, as if he was meditating.

After reading a few words, he sat up straight suddenly, breathing quickly, and suddenly lost his mind:

"This word..."

With a jolt, he suddenly stood up, and said to his companions who shrank behind:

"You watch the meeting for me, I'll go back to the mountain."

The man was puzzled: "Didn't you just send away a batch of poems and essays, let's save them again."

The teacher shook his head, his eyes sparkled: "This song is different!"

After speaking, with his companion in a daze, he ran towards the mountain gate.

……

……

In a certain pavilion of the academy, holding a folding fan, the suave Mr. Six sat in a wicker chair with a curtain, reading a thick stack of poems sent not long ago.

"This article looks like a bunch of flowers, but it's empty inside, but!"

"Well, this one is still neat, huh, but it only takes up the word 'neat', it's extremely mediocre!"

"...This article...doesn't make sense, it doesn't make sense!"

He read one, commented on one, and discarded one.

In a blink of an eye, there was a mess of white paper under my feet, and there was no satisfactory song.

Opposite the small table, Mr. Er, who was wide and fat, with a friendly expression, was helpless. When he raised his hand, pieces of paper automatically flew up and landed in his hand.

He smoothed his hands and persuaded:

"Those who worship the mountain, there are very few scholars who are good at poetry and prose. Most of them are ordinary people in the market who come to meet their luck."

The mat curtain threw away the last one, and the folding fan hit the corner of the table, feeling extremely disappointed:

"There are so many scholars in Kyoto, how come there are not many poetic talents."

Mr. Er laughed: "In a few days, the major poetry fairs in the city will be held. At this moment, even if there are good poems, they will not be released. Most of them are saved, hoping to shine in the poetry fair."

Xi Lian Ge You slumped in the chair, sighing:

"How come I don't know, but this Beijing Central Poetry Festival is not as good as every year. How long has it been without a famous piece?"

He is very dissatisfied!

At this moment, suddenly, a professor rushed over with a poem in his hand: "Mr. Liu, this is..."

Xi Lian said angrily: "Take it away, take it away, don't dirty my eyes again."

The teacher was stunned, but insisted: "This article is good, please taste it, sir."

Xi Lian showed hesitation on his face, as if he was afraid of being tricked, but seeing that the teacher was firm, he reluctantly accepted it and said:

"That's what you said, if it's still bad..."

"Mr. Ren punished."

Xi Lian was startled, didn't speak, and looked at the paper.

It's a word, the words are very ordinary, I can't help being a little contemptuous, when I saw the first sentence, my eyebrows raised.

On the opposite side, Mr. Er also looked curiously, but couldn't see the content. Xi Lian was surprised at first, then took a deep breath, and his eyes sparkled.

Just like a gourmet tastes delicious food, a hungry ghost sees an oiran.

"Good... good words... good words..."

Then, there was only this sentence left, and the whole person was radiant, chanting words, immersed in the artistic conception of poetry.

"What did you write?" Mr. Er was curious.

It's been a long time, and he hasn't seen the other party lose his composure like this.

Only then did Xi Lian come back to his senses, holding the scroll in both hands, stood up excitedly, and recited:

"Don't listen to the sound of Chuan Lin slapping leaves, why don't you roar and walk slowly."

Mr. Er was startled, the first sentence describes the scenery, piercing through the forest and beating leaves, which actually refers to the sudden rain and wind, but it is in harmony with the drizzle just now, "Don't listen" and "Why not", which shows that the poet is broad-minded.

Really good start.

"Bamboo sticks and awning shoes are lighter than horses, who is afraid? Ren Pingsheng in a misty rain."

Mr. Er was agitated, and suddenly felt that the pores were about to explode.

In front of him, a scene appeared in a trance:

The wind and rain pierced through the forest and beat the leaves. There was only one person, wearing a coir raincoat and holding a bamboo stick, braved the rain, but he was fearless and sang loudly. His feet were much lighter than that of the horse.

That poet, is he in adversity and hardship? But even though I am poor now and the wind and rain are heavy, I will remain calm and calm in my life.

"It's expected that the spring breeze blows and wakes up, it's slightly cold, but the mountain top is slanting to welcome you."

Mr. Er suddenly looked forward, the red sun after the rain, only felt that what was written in the poem was exactly the scene at this moment.

The last sentence... Xi Lian closed her eyes and spread her arms:

"Looking back at the bleak place, when I go back, there is no wind and rain... and no sunshine."

Crash, the stack of papers in Mr. Er's hands fell to the ground and scattered, and he had no time to look after them.

In my heart, the emotions that were touched by the poems seemed to be soothed by a pair of big hands.

Just like, when the clouds collect the rain, the sky and the earth are gone.

"There is neither wind nor rain nor sunshine." He murmured to himself, his heart was enlightened, his body was boiling, and in the air around him, words appeared vaguely.

Very mysterious.

Outside the pavilion, the teacher was horrified when he saw this scene. Although he thought the poem was very good, he didn't expect that the second gentleman would realize something just by listening to the recitation.

Motivate the gods?

No, it doesn't seem to be the case...

On the opposite side, Xi Lian, who was immersed in the imagery of the poem, also sensed something, opened his eyes, and saw the strange shape beside Mr. Er, and was also stunned:

"you……"

The vision only lasted for a few breaths, and disappeared in an instant. Mr. Er was a little lost. Hearing this, he let out a sigh of relief, shook his head and said:

"It's just touched."

real?Xi Lian was a little skeptical, and then turned into a lemon.

For the monks of the academy, if they are touched by poetry and prose, it is very likely that it will also benefit the realm.

"This poem is clearly supposed to be exclusive to me, how could it be you whoring it for nothing!" Xi Lian was annoyed.

I feel a big loss.

Mr. Er smiled gently, suddenly remembered something, and said:

"Where is the lyricist? Go and invite him quickly."

"That's right! Hurry up! To be able to write such a famous article, Qi Ping must be a scholar with a deep heart." Xi Lian's eyes lit up.

The teacher was helpless:

"The man left after finishing writing. I'm afraid he has already left, maybe he will come back in a few days. In addition, that young man doesn't look like a scholar. Moreover, he is too young, or not as weak as a crown."

The two gentlemen were astonished.

……

at the same time.

On the official road far away from the academy, the two who didn't even enter the door rode slowly.

"How about we come back tomorrow?" Fan Er glanced at Qiping and asked cautiously.

The latter felt a little unhappy, shook his head and said:

"Who knows how long the interrogation will take. If people don't read it tomorrow, it will be in vain. Forget it, wait a few days. It's best to wait for my badge to come down, and then it will be fine."

"That line... next."

"Don't you want to do market research, together."