In early September, the Ninth Double Ninth Festival, Mr. Zhao Xingfeng Zhao began to speak "Shi can not be Hongyi, the responsibility is heavy and the road is long", the slightly nasal Pingzhou dialect echoed in the Chongzhi Hall, more than 100 people listened attentively "Hongzhi is great, the resolute is strong and can decide, Shi Hongyi, and then can bear the heavy responsibility to go far." Take benevolence as one's own responsibility, a breath is still alive, and there is a lot of slackness, which can be said to be far from ......"

Jiang Anyi felt that there were waves of waves in his mind beating and stirring, and Mr. Zhao's words aroused his strong resonance, my generation of scholars should take the world as their own responsibility, as Mr. said, the good will help the world, and the poor will be good alone. Zhili's famous words kept coming out from Mr. Zhao's three strands of ink whiskers, and Jiang Anyi thought to himself, when he has a beard, do you want to be like Mr. Zhao, no matter how you look at the three strands of black beard, they look elegant and elegant.

"Some people rely on their cleverness, read a few books and make a few poems and think that they are sorry, grandstanding and acting extremely, saying some deviant things, such people can't be called corporal even if they have some talents, maybe they will be ministers in the future", Zhao Xingfeng's words became stern, and Pingzhou's words became sharp and harsh, "It's better to go for the time being than to be strong, and leave a useful body for the future. Is it my generation's greed for life and fear of death? ”

Zhao Xingfeng's words were like a loud slap in Jiang Anyi's face, which shook his head and made his head "buzz", and he barely listened to a few more sentences, all of which were aimed at his refutation of "three benevolences are not distinguished", Jiang Anyi didn't know where he offended Mr. Zhao, so he lashed himself out on top of the lecture hall. Even if Mr. Zhao had a different opinion, there was no need to be so indignant.

After the class, Jiang Anyi sat in the empty Chongzhi Hall in a daze, and it took a long time before he staggered to his feet and walked out with a pale face, he didn't understand a lot of things, but one thing he understood very clearly, Mr. Zhao didn't like himself. Jiang Anyi asked himself that there was nothing wrong, his opinion that "Yin has three benevolences and no distinction between superior and inferior" Mr. Su did not say anything, and the academy also recruited his own subordinates, which proved this.

Walking into the courtyard from the house, the direct sunlight made my eyes shine, and I was a little dizzy. After closing his eyes and waiting for a while, Jiang Anyi's eyes regained clarity, although Mr. Zhao didn't like him, but Mr. Ling and Mr. Su cared for him, and Feng Shanchang personally invited him to come to school, he couldn't satisfy everyone, at least he insisted on letting those who were satisfied with him continue to be satisfied. Reassuring himself, Jiang Anyi's steps were much firmer, but he didn't have a good impression of the three wisps of ink in his heart.

Back at the residence, there were a bunch of things on the table, chrysanthemum wine, osmanthus cake, dogwood grass, and a suitcase, Li Shicheng stood up and said: "Anyi, you are finally back, today is Chongyang, let's go up and drink." It is impossible to say that he stuffed the osmanthus cake, dogwood grass and the box into Jiang Anyi's hand, picked up the jar of chrysanthemum wine, and pulled Jiang Anyi out of the door.

The academy is located at the foot of Wuluo Mountain, which is a continuous mountain range, and there are many places to climb high and look into the distance. Jiang Anyi and the others did not go back to the mountain, but went out of the front gate of the academy to the left, and walked through the farmland to the Zhuowang Peak on the left. Looking up at the mountain road, many students from the academy are climbing upwards.

Stepping on the mountain road, Jiang Anyi couldn't help but think of the situation when he and An Yong went up the mountain to hunt beasts, his steps became brisk, he looked up and the sky was high and the clouds were light, and the boredom in his heart was blown away by the wind. The academy has the habit of climbing high and appreciating chrysanthemums in Chongyang over the years, chrysanthemums are intentionally planted on both sides of the mountain road, clusters of yellow, white and golden flowers bloom proudly in the sun, and Aspire Peak is like a woman wearing a colored veil, charming and beautiful.

There is an Aspiration Pavilion at the top of Aspire Peak, and a good seat has long been occupied. Li Shicheng and Jiang Anyi found a stone in the shade of a tree next to them, opened the suitcase, took out cups and chopsticks, and put four dishes in the inner grid, fried pork ears, braised beef, duck paws and foie gras. Pouring wine, the two drank in the wind facing their hometown, missing their relatives.

There was a noise from the Aspire Pavilion, everyone wants a good place, and the latecomers want to bully others. Li Shicheng's face changed slightly, and he heard the voice of his seventeenth grandfather, Jiang Anyi also remembered Li Dongfeng's voice deeply, and the two of them smiled bitterly at each other, this wine could not be drunk.

After packing up their things, the two wanted to sneak down the mountain quietly to avoid the disaster of the pond fish. Unexpectedly, the oily-haired and powder-faced guy next to Li Dongfeng had sharp eyes, saw the two of them at a glance, and poked Li Dongfeng with his fingers to signal, Li Dongfeng smiled ill-intentionedly, and shouted loudly: "Shicheng grandson, how can you leave when you see your grandfather, and you don't ask for hello, it's so unruly." ”

Li Shicheng had no choice but to step forward and salute, giving the people around him a look of surprise and a red face. After saluting, Li Shicheng thought about turning around and leaving, but Li Dongfeng said: "You recently boasted that you joined the Zhumei Poetry Society, and Mr. Zhou of the clan school also said that you are outstanding in poetry, and it is my Li family's Yushu Zhilan. ”

Li Dongfeng's words were full of sourness, and then he pointed to the group of people in the pavilion and said loudly: "Chongyang ascends high and looks far, of course you have to write poems, it is better to win or lose with poems, if we win, the pavilion will give us, if you win, we will lose ten taels of silver." Turning his face, Li Dongfeng smiled and said, "Good grandson, if you lose, you will have to pay the ten taels of silver." ”

Li Shicheng's face was pale, but he was helpless.

The group of people in the pavilion discussed, nodded in agreement, and the two sides agreed to take "Chrysanthemum" as the theme. Li Dongfeng looked at Li Shicheng and said, "Let's start." ”

At this point, Li Shicheng had to search his intestines to find verses, a pillar of incense, Li Shicheng's face was happy, and he chanted loudly: "The flowers have bloomed, and the chrysanthemum is the only branch." Chongyang wine is harmonious, and the aftertaste is full of clothes. ”

"Not bad", "good poem", there is no white ding in the seat, and the quality of the poem will be known as soon as you hear it. Li Dongfeng held back his jealousy, turned his anger to the pavilion, and asked sharply: "What about your poems, wait for you for a while, if you can't do it, you will admit defeat." ”

"No need", a square-faced young man walked out of the crowd, Li Shicheng recognized it as Lin Yizhen, the senior of the same society, the secret way is not good, Lin Yizhen is the backbone of the Zhumei Poetry Society, his poems are famous for Huaiyuan Siren, and Li Shicheng really has no bottom in his heart when he meets him.

Lin Yizhen stood in front of Li Shicheng half a head shorter, raised his head slightly to look directly at Li Shicheng's eyes, and said calmly: "The first two sentences of your poem are excellent, and the arrogance of the chrysanthemum is extraordinary, but unfortunately the last two sentences seem to be insufficient, probably because the time is too hasty, and it must be a good poem when I think about it when I go back." ”

Lin Yizhen was full of pointers, and Li Dongfeng interrupted impatiently: "Why are you talking so much, you can also come to a song if you have the ability." ”

Lin Yizhen's gaze swept directly over Li Dongfeng's face, facing the chrysanthemums blooming all over the mountain, and chanted word by word: "Light red and light white and dark yellow, clusters of new makeup bursts of incense." Ascend and drink Chongyang wine, so that you can return to your hometown with drunken dreams. ”

"Wonderful", "Good poem, worthy of the name of Brother Lin Huaiyuan", "Witty words, love and romance, wonderful", Lin Yizhen looked indifferent in the praise, and bowed his hand.

Li Dongfeng's eyes rolled, and he said strongly: "Your poem is good, but it's still a little worse than what my good grandson did, get out of the way." ”

As soon as the words fell, they immediately attracted a lot of scolding, "ridiculous", "shameless", "not only blind but also blind".

A voice was different, lazily scolding: "Where did the stinky fart come from, it was so smoked that I couldn't even drink this wine." ”

The powder-faced Zhao Fuguang beside Li Dongfeng sneered: "Anqi Li family poetry and books heirloom, there are many famous people, Brother Li's father is from a human background, and his uncle Li Mingqiao is the governor of Pingzhou, and he is even more literary and elegant, and he is valued by Jiangnan. ”

Chang Shi is an assassin Shi Zuoguan, a high and powerful position, if nothing else, he will be the same examiner of the township test, which is obviously overwhelming, and everyone in the pavilion avoided Zhao Fuguang's fierce gaze, revealing the speaker who was leaning on the pavilion pillar. Zhao Fuguang glared at him viciously, the man was carrying a wine jug and pouring wine into his mouth, and the wine fell on the short beard and on the front of the scribe's shirt. When the wine was gone, the man put the flask on the railing and laughed, "Don't be in a hurry to pat the horse, beware of the horse's hooves." The Anqi Li family is not a small name, but this ......"

The man pointed at Lin Yizhen and said, "The Yihu Lin family has heard of it, the Lin family is not worse than your master." Governor Pingzhou is considered a big official from the five grades, but our Lin Shao's father is a Hubu Langzhong, coincidentally, it is also from the five grades, dumbfounded. Bring me the money!"

Zhao Fuguang had no dead face, and he couldn't say a word, although they were all from the five grades, but everyone in the world knew that the Beijing officials were superior to the local officials, and the Lin family's power was also stronger than the Li family.

Li Dongfeng smiled with a smile on his face, and said to Lin Yizhen: "It's rude and rude, the water has washed the Dragon King Temple, Brother Lin don't be surprised." Li Shicheng, don't take out the silver quickly. ”

Li Shicheng had no money in his body, and looked at Jiang Anyi for help, he knew Jiang Anyi's poetry talent, if Jiang Anyi could make a poem, maybe he could save him from fire and water. Lin Yizhen saw Li Shicheng staring at Jiang Anyi, his eyes were full of pleading, his heart moved, he looked at Jiang Anyi with an inquiring gaze, and led everyone to pay attention to Jiang Anyi.

Jiang Anyi was very bored, he didn't want to be in the limelight, he didn't want to fight with anyone, he just wanted to study quietly, gain fame, marry a wife and have children, and live happily with his family. However, it backfired, first by thunder, the family was poor and difficult to maintain, and then Hou Qima and Eight were in trouble, and the son of Yufu made it difficult, and when he arrived at the academy, he was reprimanded by Mr., is he attached to the demon because God does not like it?

"Anointing Liang Mo is more than basil, and the branches of the nine days are close to the sideburns. The dew is wet and the autumn fragrance fills the pond bank, and it is not envious of the high vasong. After finishing the poem dryly, Jiang Anyi lifted the food box, and went down the mountain without looking back, the sun shone on his back, lonely and lonely.

Li Shicheng was stunned for a while, picked up the wine jar, and hurriedly chased down.

"Hahahaha, anointing beams, basil varson, a little interesting, a little interesting, hahahaha." The scribe stood up and staggered down the mountain with his two fat sleeves, leaving the laughter for the people who looked at each other on the peak.