Daming primary school students

Chapter 19 Why should the Secretary of the Company ask

Although the main hall built under the rockery is spacious and spacious, there are not many people inside. In the most central position, the fifty-six-year-old Wang Tingxiang holds a poem and observes it repeatedly, feeling a little complicated.

Mr. Gu Lin, the former leader of the local literary circle in Nanjing and a former second-rank senior official, who was second to the left, was expressionless and could not see other strange colors.But on this occasion to celebrate the completion of the reconstruction of the new garden, not laughing already means unpleasantness.

The owner of the second seat on the right, Xu Tianci, the son of Dongyuan, smiled bitterly. The atmosphere was good at first, but after the poem came in, it became embarrassing.

Wang Tingxiang is one of the seven talents of the literary retro school, and he is the representative of the mainstream literary voice in the country, while Gu Lin is the leader of the local literary circle in Nanjing, and the local literary atmosphere in Nanjing is called the Six Dynasties School.

Retro Han and Tang Dynasties and Jinfen Six Dynasties, when you hear the name, you can't deal with it!Described in the words of later generations, one is a grand narrative of stars and seas, and the other is an exquisite petty bourgeoisie.
"Thinking about the voice of the Han and Tang Dynasties, and hearing that Duke Ming came to town Nanjing", the ordinary people who eat melons outside may just want to impress Wang Tingxiang, but they don't understand politics.

In front of the local Six Dynasties faction leader, he wrote such a sentence to the retro faction boss, and even directly named him. If the retro faction boss didn't pick up, what would happen if it was spread out?

Isn't it just that the retro faction who represented the court bowed his head to the local six dynasties faction leader?Is this still worthy of the reputation of the retro seven talents, and is it worthy of Li Mengyang who just passed away?
Not to mention that Wang Shangshu is still a new official who has just arrived, making his first appearance in the Nanjing literary world.
So just now Wang Tingxiang Wang Shangshu was forced into battle like this, and he supported this "Voice of the Han and Tang Dynasties" that came out of nowhere.

And Mr. Gu also has his own literary dignity and must support his family Wang Fengyuan.

In the end, the host Xu Tianci was asked to choose one of the two poems. Mr. Dongyuan had read two poems, one had a sentence touting his ancestors, and the other Wang Fengyuan’s masterpiece had only a sentence praising himself.

What else can he do? Although he is emotionally inclined towards the local Wang Fengyuan and likes to be praised, he can only choose his ancestors.

"Master Dongqiao! I'm sorry, it's all down." Xu Tianci raised his glass and apologized to Gu Lin again and again. As the host, he had to play a role in calming the atmosphere.

Just now, it was obviously Wang Tingxiang who picked the head first, but it was hard for him, the master, to come forward to smooth things out.

Gu Lin's number is Dongqiao. People like to use the number to address others. Names and characters are rarely used in social situations.

The old gentleman responded to Xu Tianci: "It's okay, Jishan's skills are not as good as others, so it's no wonder. Anyway, he is still young and has a long way to go in Japan."

Wang Tingxiang still held the poem, and said to the two of them as if nothing had happened: "I think the poet has a wicked mind, and he dares to tease our generation's state of mind. This trend is definitely not long-term, and when I see him, I must be vigilant!"

Gu Lin followed suit and scolded: "This person must be a utilitarian person, so he was lucky to be invited!"

He has also made up his mind that when this person comes in later, he must teach him a lesson.Mixing up on the Nanjing site, he didn't even sell his face as the leader of the Six Dynasties faction, and he couldn't fight.

Xu Gongzi pouted and didn't speak. Some literati just didn't say what they meant. You Wang Shangshu really hates this person so much, so why don't you let go of the poem?
Speaking like this, it is estimated that Mr. Gu, the patron of the local alliance, should go down the steps to ease the relationship. Who let Mr. Gu's master disciple Wang Fengyuan be rejected?

Speaking of which, Young Master Xu is also very curious, what kind of cunning person can write this thing?

A sentence of "The Voice of Han and Tang Dynasties" forced Wang Tingxiang to go out, and another sentence of "Xin Wei Huo" forced himself to stand in line.To put it bluntly, this is a moral kidnapping!
While the three big brothers were chatting awkwardly, Wang Meiren walked in gracefully and gave the three big brothers a blessing.

At the same time, she also made eye contact for a second with her senior sister Feng Shuangshuang who was already in the hall.

"Hmph, didn't I come in too? Tonight Shi Kui is my person, and the name of the poem is my Wang Lianqing!"

"Don't be complacent too early, hehe, who has the last laugh?"

Wang Tingxiang asked directly: "You are Wang Lianqing, the scribe? Who wrote this poem? Didn't you come with me?"

Wang Meiren replied obediently, "This is Qin Dewei's dictation, and he asked Nushen to write it on his behalf."

She also answered very skillfully, only saying that Qin Dewei dictated, but did not say that Qin Dewei must have done it, leaving a little leeway.After all, it is really incredible, and she is not very sure whether Qin Dewei is the real author or not.

Who is Qin Dewei?The three men were all at a loss for the name.

What Wang Tingxiang wanted to see was the poet, not the beauty, so he waved his hand and said, "Go and bring him in again!"

Wang Lianqing bowed her head in response, and when she was about to go out again, Feng Shuangshuang, who was sitting with her in the room, suddenly spoke up.

"Several gentlemen, the slave family suddenly has a new idea to make a poem, and the prize is only the famous painting, isn't it too boring and monotonous?"

Xu Tianci and Feng Shuangshuang were the most familiar, and scolded with a smile: "Sister Lang, how dare you say that the prizes this young master brought out are monotonous and boring, but what are you doing?"

Feng Shuangshuang pretended to be shy and replied, "The slave family thinks that the slave family can also be a prize. They can accompany Shikui for ten days without taking a penny! This is also to add glory to Master Xu's opening of the park and strengthen the reputation of the East Garden."

Xu Liugong has always been unrestrained and unrestrained. He likes this kind of tune the most. "Haha" smiled, "I don't know if Qin Huai Simei can bear the weight! It's accurate, it's my son's account!"

Feng Shuangshuang glanced at Wang Lianqing triumphantly. What if you found a Shikui?You worked so hard, and in the end you made me a wedding dress!

Wang Lianqing just wanted to spit out the anger in his chest and burn this bitch to death!But in front of the three big brothers, she did not dare to lose her temper at all, so she could only go out to find someone first.

Immediately, the servants who guarded the door spread the news to the outside, which caused a stir among the scholars outside, especially the young scholars. The envy, jealousy and hatred could not be added.

Although many people have seen Wang Lianqing and the young boy together, they have not thought of Shi Kui on the young boy. This kind of poetry is not like a child can write.At this time, I can only say, which one is so lucky!
Wang Lianqing hurried back to the original seat, but found that the seat was already empty, and that hateful little boy disappeared.For some reason, she was a little panicked, but Wang Meiren looked around again, but she still didn't see the little boy.

Wang Meiren couldn't help cursing in her heart, is this person a big fool!The most glorious time is coming, but what is missing!
At this time, she noticed again that a piece of paper was left on the table with a small farewell poem inscribed on it.It was finally certain that the little boy had really left.

"How can he leave?" Wang Lianqing murmured to himself, not even leaving a ruthless scumbag!

Is she just a tool person?Is she just a prop to attract traffic?Doesn't she deserve to be contacted?

With a little daze and self-doubt, Wang Meiren turned back to the lobby.

The three big brothers are very surprised, why are you here by yourself again?What about the poet who dared to play with the boss's mood and owed a lesson?Don't you dare to stand upright and be beaten?
Wang Lianqing respectfully handed the note left by Qin Dewei to the bosses and explained, "He has already left."

Xu Gongzi was even more surprised: "Why did you leave? You don't even want the prizes?"

"Yo, could it be that Sister Wang, you are reluctant to take people out? It's too stingy to hide it." Feng Shuangshuang interjected in a timely manner.

Wang Lianqing closed her eyes slightly and opened them quickly. Brother Qin's battle is over, but her battle has just begun!
Wang Meiren brewed the sweetest smile in her life, and said softly: "When he heard that the prize was given to Sister Feng, he was so frightened that he ran away. He didn't even want the famous painting, so what if he didn't want to go to hell. Look at his disgust. , I don't know what to think of Sister Feng."

Feng Shuangshuang's face turned pale in an instant, it doesn't matter if it's true or not, but if this statement becomes popular
A poet who won the first prize in a large-scale elegant collection, because he disliked Feng Meiren, he didn't even want a famous painting by Zhao Mengfu
"Pfft!" Xu Gongzi covered his mouth and tried to hold back his smile, it's really terrible for women to tear up!

Just now, Feng Shuangshuang forcibly came forward to snatch Shi Kui, and Wang Lianqing couldn't lift his head.

Feng Shuangshuang puffed up his eyes and stared at Wang Lianqing, Wang Lianqing raised his pointed chin slightly, facing Feng Shuangshuang like a dagger.

However, the two old gentlemen Wang Tingxiang and Gu Lin didn't care about the ripping between the courtesans.

"The big dream has been in Jinling several times, and Qingxi's peach leaves are crossing the river. Why should the Secretary of the company ask, Wu Lan is on the Phoenix stage."

After reading it, Gong Qing Gu Lin and Da Sima (Ministry of War) Wang Ting exchanged their experiences.

"What do these four sentences mean?" "I don't understand." The two had a tacit understanding.

As for "Why should the Secretary of the Company ask?"Who is riding a horse to ask who you are?

No one cares about your past, and they don't want to know your mental journey, let alone your motives.

I just wanted to call you over for a beating, but you dare not cooperate, pretend to be compelled and run away?

(End of this chapter)