Xu Xiaogongzi refused to compose poems, although everyone was not reluctant, but they were also a little disappointed. At this time, he saw that Li Tianzhao came out, and arched his hand: "Little Brother Xu, today you all gather with your friends, and everyone can have fun." If the son is not prosperous, if this is the case, you start a sentence, don't you continue the mink, make up a song, to entertain everyone, how about it? ”

"Xu Xiaogongzi" heard Li Tianzhao say this, and his face turned even redder. She has read books anyway, and she has a bit of a foundation, but she is nervous for a while. It's embarrassing for her to write a poem, but she can still write a sentence. So he pondered for a moment, and then put pen to paper:

Qing Qiu Manchu Temple will be a group of heroes

Li Tianchao smiled slightly, put his hands behind his back, stared at this line of words, then lowered his head and was silent, raised his head and said:

Qing Autumn Temple will be a group of heroes,

The turmoil is peaceful.

He wears up riding a golden bridle,

In front of the Buddha, it is easy to read the golden scriptures.

This one, although it is not a superior product, is wonderful in that it fits the real scene and has an aftertaste. It is said that the autumn light is in front of him, but it implies that he has achieved fame and returned to the mountains and forests. The literati immediately applauded: "Good! Xu Xiaogongzi got up well, and Li Dacai continued well! Xu Xiaogongzi's face was almost similar to that of a persimmon at this time, and he quickly lowered his head and thanked Li Dacai in an almost inaudible voice. Li Dacai hurriedly returned the salute.

Xu Yuantai was watching from the side, but he secretly sighed. He is usually at home in Nanjing, and he has also traveled extensively and seen the world. Especially in Nanjing, the land of gold powder of the Six Dynasties, there are also clear streams, rich businessmen gathered, and there are more chivalrous warriors, strange people, Xu Yuantai, etc., I have also seen a lot.

He saw that these Confucian scholars in Beijing, although their literary talents were good, most of them were clichés, and there was really nothing new. Especially the poems made by Zheng Guoqi, the more I listen to it, the more I look at it, the more lifeless I feel, people in their twenties, but they are like the old ministers in the court for decades, I can't help but regret it in my heart, I knew that Lu Dao was so boring, I should find an excuse, and I didn't come out. With this situation, it is better to climb Xiangshan alone. On the surface, I responded to the story in vain, but I was very annoyed in my heart.

However, Xu Yuantai has been mixing outside for a long time, coupled with his smart nature, he has a very old and spicy eye for looking at people. He saw that his cousin always peeked at Li Xie Yuan when he had nothing to do, and then hurriedly lowered his head, his face was crimson. The daughter's family's thoughts, this cousin guessed a few points. When he saw Li Dacai come forward and relieve his cousin, Xu Yuantai couldn't help but laugh secretly, could it be that this half-baked literary meeting in Xishan could still make a romantic affair?

Thinking about this matter seriously, Xu Yuantai couldn't help but think: This Li Jieyuan, Wencai is really good. Although the background is worse and the person is more pedantic, after a few years of training, it may not be impossible to make a name for himself in the officialdom. Not to mention, if you really marry your cousin, you will have to mention your uncle Xu Jie, and it is expected that you will be able to make great achievements in the future. As for his appearance, he is indeed handsome. It's just that this physique is too weak, and my cousin will marry and won't be a widow, right?

Of course, these prerequisites are based on Xu Jie's consent to marry his granddaughter. However, in Xu Yuantai's view, his uncle, who is the second assistant of the official residence, has a lot of scheming, and he may want to use his beautiful granddaughter to marry a political marriage to consolidate his power, but it is unknown. If that's the case, this talented Li Dacai with no background, don't be delusional. In short, let's look at their respective creations.

Just when a group of literati in Shanying Temple were enjoying themselves, in a small forest about two miles away from Shanying Temple, more than 30 fast horses had come. The people on the horse are all wearing wingless black yarns, wearing flying fish suits, and embroidered spring knives on their waists. The first person is none other than Yan Hong, the famous little king of Yama in Beijing.

When the horse arrived in the forest, there were four people and four horses waiting in front of him, which were the four general banners of Wang, Liu, Gong and Shao.

Yan Hong smiled slightly, and said to the four: "Four brothers, have you ever visited to find out, is Zheng Guoqi's thief inside?" ”

Wang Ting arched his hand and said: "Back to Chief Yan, the little one has already been investigated and understood." Zheng Guoqi and more than 20 literati chanted poems and sang here. It's just that there are a lot of people who came today, plus their respective domestic servants and scholars, etc., there are no less than fifty or sixty people inside and outside the temple. Let's do it now, is it appropriate? ”

Yan Hong smiled: "Suitable, the more people, the more suitable." My plan is to have a lot of people. Did you bring everything? ”

Wang Ting stretched out his hand and took out a white porcelain wine bottle from his arms, but it was the specialty of the Jingshi Caojia Wine Workshop, "Bottle Fragrance". Yan Hong took the wine bottle, opened the cap, poured the whole bottle of wine from his head, drenched it all over his body, and poured the bottom of the wine into his mouth. Then Yan Hong touched his face, rubbed his eyes, and said to the four general banners and other official schools: "Brothers, come with me." After saying that, he frowned, took out a few dogwoods from his arms, put them in his mouth and chewed them. All the brocade guards replied in unison, "Get the order!" The horse galloped towards Shanying Temple.

Besides, at this time, Shanying Temple, the family members and servants brought by each family, heard their young master chanting poems in it, and only felt sour. Where do these rough people have the leisure to listen to this? I feel that listening to it is not as beautiful as the local prostitute singing an eighteen touches.

In particular, there is a small servant brought by Rong Shaodong who is waiting for him, and he doesn't have to serve by himself at all. So these breath-holding family members slipped out of the temple one by one. The big guys got together in groups of five to hang out, and when they were hungry, they took dry food and fruits to eat, and chatted about some interesting things in the streets and alleys.

It's just that there are still a few little monks outside the temple gate, and it's not good to gamble and drink. Otherwise, at this time, everyone will throw a few punches and throws, and that will be called a happy mile.

was leisurely and complacent, and suddenly heard the sound of horses' hooves, and the sound of the bell came from far and near. The family members looked up, but saw more than 30 Jinyi official schools, fresh clothes and angry horses, coming towards them.

Most of these people are from official eunuchs, and most of their masters have official positions of five or six grades. There are also servants of the imperial historian's family, and when the old man of the ordinary family mentions the brocade clothes and rides, he only says a word about the factory guard eagle dog, and disdains it. However, it's one thing for a fox to fake a tiger, and it's another thing to really meet it. Their servants weren't that tough. Seeing so many brocade guards, they all raised their eyebrows, as if they were coming to take advantage of people's posture. Many of the servants trembled in their legs, and their bodies began to tremble unconsciously.

In the blink of an eye, Jin Yiwei had arrived. But the one who saw the leader shouted: "Surround me with this temple!" Hugh had to let one go! Damn, this autumn is high and the grass is yellow, it is the time when the Tartars enter the Kou, I think there must be traitors among these people! ”

When the servants heard that the chief spoke in such a vicious tone, they were all angry and afraid. There is a little housekeeper who is the head of the Ministry of Literature and Anthology at home, and he has seen some of the world, and he said with courage:

"Sir, are you in the wrong place? This is Shanying Temple, my son-in-law and all the literary friends chanted poems and sang in the temple, and did not commit adultery. The rank of chief wants to catch the traitor who colluded with the Tartars, but there is no here. Moreover, Xu Gelao's nephew, Li Jieyuan, who went to the autumn of the year, and Zheng Xiaoxianggong of the Metropolitan Procuratorate are all inside. Don't rush, if there is any misunderstanding, it is inevitable that each other's faces will not look good. ”

As soon as he spoke, he saw a flower in front of him, and a handsome young officer in a brocade official uniform had turned over and dismounted, standing in front of him. The young man was nearly a head taller than the little butler, and the little butler stepped back in shock, and was already split by the young officer, grabbed the butler's placket, and asked sharply:

"What are you going to say? Zheng Guoqi's grandson, is it really in there? A pungent smell of wine came to his face, making the little butler dizzy. I saw that this master was red, his eyes were bloodshot, and he was full of drunkard virtue. Looking at the group of brocade-clothed horsemen behind him, they were even more wolf-like tigers, with fierce eyes in their eyes. This little housekeeper is in a state of disarray, I'm afraid that if he doesn't answer correctly, he will be able to cut himself off, and he can't even say a whole sentence in fright, just nodding his head incessantly.

Yan Hong snorted coldly, put his hand forward, pushed the little butler forward, and then said with a smile: "Ha Luha!" Zheng Guoqi's grandson was bold and dared to fight with Lao Tzu for a girl, thinking that he could be avoided by hiding in this Shanying Temple? How can there be such a cheap thing in the world! Come with me, pack up the grandson. I have to discount his dogleg today. "Let's take the lead and break into the temple.

Although there are a lot of domestic servants outside, who doesn't want to die and dare to do something with Jinyiwei? was frightened by several government academies pulling out embroidered spring knives, so he obediently squatted on the ground and didn't dare to move in a circle.

A few of the servants recognized Yan Hong, and muttered in a low voice: "It's so good, how can Zheng Xiaoxianggong be jealous of the little Yama king?" This master is notoriously difficult to mess with in Beijing. It's worse than that. I only hope that the young master will not suffer from the pond fish. ”

There are quite a few monks in Shanying Temple, but there are no monks in Shaolin Temple who protect the temple. Even if there are a few strong monks who can punch and kick, they are not crazy enough to dare to make a move with Jinyiwei. Seeing the brocade guards who were shouting and drinking came in at the door, they squatted on the ground obediently. Those who are positive are just whispering in their mouths: "Amitabha." "I only hope that the Buddha will bless me and not let these people burn down the temple. Therefore, Yan Hong and his group rushed straight in, but they didn't even have time to go in to report the news.

At this time, in the backyard of the temple, the literati were still enjoying themselves. Zheng Guoqi made a poem by himself. This poem talks about practicing freehand, but it is actually not outstanding. But the difficulty lies in the fact that any of Zheng Xiaoxianggong's poems are not far from the meaning of praising thousands of miles of rivers and mountains and the emperor's grace, and the mainstream values in it can be said to be about to burst out. All the talented people admired it very much, and they didn't have the mouth to praise Zheng Xiaoxiang's quick thinking, and he would inevitably go to high school when he took the next exam.

Only Xu Ting, who was born as Xu Jie's granddaughter, disguised as a man and alias Xu Yuanting, bowed her head and was silent, thinking in her heart: These talented people have limited knowledge, in my opinion, if you really want to be a thesis, Li Tianzhao and Li Xianggong should be in high school.