Dafeng Night Watchman

"Xu Cijiu, my student, is well versed in the art of war and is a promising talent." Zhang Shen, a master of the art of war, introduced him, saying that he could not write poetry.

This sentence weighed on my heart.

Master Zhang was a little surprised. You can't write poetry, so why did you show up?

Zhu Tuizhi, who thought he was sure to get the purple jade, was alert when he heard the voice, but when he saw it was Xu Xinnian, he didn't take it seriously.

He just glanced at him.

After several years of being classmates, although they didn't know each other well, they still knew each other's strengths and weaknesses.

Xu Xinnian was outstanding in policy and strategy, and he also had achievements in the art of war, but his poetry was not worthy of being in the hall of elegance.

The jade pendant is still mine.

The students' eyes fell on Xu Xinnian. He enjoyed the attention of everyone, and his expression was arrogant. He looked at the sun hanging in the sky:

"Thousands of miles of yellow clouds and the sun is setting."

Li Mubai, a master of poetry, nodded and stroked his beard. This sentence was just a simple description of the scenery, but his broad mind was vividly expressed on the paper.

"The north wind blows the geese and the snow falls."

It is now the beginning of winter. The snow has not come yet, but it is not far away. This sentence is not an exaggeration.

At dusk, the snow is flying. In the whistling north wind, the geese are seen in the distance. The picture comes out immediately.

The background of these two sentences is very good, which fits this farewell.

Zhang Shen was very surprised and carefully examined Xu Xinnian. With the level of poetry of his student, these two seven-character sentences must have been painstakingly written. If he can maintain the level, he may be able to compete with Zhu Tuizhi.

Among the three respected scholars, Ziyang Jushi, who has the highest level of poetry, chewed on two lines of poetry, feeling inexplicably melancholy.

Thousands of miles, dusk, north wind, lone geese, snow falling... outlined a bleak and desolate picture.

He was not taking office, but seemed to be demoted.

However, it really hit the spirit.

This time, he seemed to be valued by the court and granted power. But will the forces from the Imperial College watch him rise to prominence?

Will they let him lay the foundation for Bailu Academy in the officialdom?

Going to Qingzhou, in fact, the future is uncertain and the road ahead is uncertain.

Suddenly, Xu Xinnian opened his arms, and his handsome face was reflected in the warm sunshine, revealing the flawlessness and exquisiteness of jade.

He raised his arm, looked directly at Zi Yang, and uttered the last two sentences in a resounding voice:

"Don't worry about having no friends on the road ahead."

"Who in the world doesn't know you?"

There was an instant silence inside and outside the pavilion.

After a while, everyone present had goose bumps all over their bodies.

Zhu Tuizhi turned his head stiffly little by little, staring blankly at Xu Xinnian who stood proudly.

"Don't worry about having no friends on the road ahead, who in the world doesn't know you." Li Mubai clapped his hands excitedly: "Great!"

The first two sentences revealed a sad atmosphere, and the last two sentences took a turn, making people suddenly enlightened and inspiring.

Zhang Shen looked at Xu Xinnian in silence.

Zi Yang, who was good at poetry, was still trapped in the artistic conception of this seven-character quatrain at this moment, and his heart was shaken.

"Good poem, good poem..." he murmured.

"Why is there only half a verse?" Zhang Shen, a master of military strategy, saw that his student did not continue to recite, and couldn't help asking.

...Xu Xinnian's mouth twitched: "This poem is only half a verse."

Only half a verse? !

The scholars present immediately widened their eyes, unable to accept such words. How can you write a half-written poem? Is this still a human being?

"It's okay, it's okay, half a verse is already amazing." Ziyang Jushi calmed down and smiled deeply, "Xu Cijiu, does this poem have a name?"

"No!"

Xu Xinnian remained arrogant and really didn't know how to explain. Only by maintaining a lofty attitude can people stop asking questions.

"Don't worry, don't worry," Ziyang Jushi's smile widened instead, "This poem is for me to see off, right?"

Xu Xinnian nodded.

"Why don't I think of one for you."

The great master Li Mubai and the master of military strategy Zhang Shen suddenly understood his intention, and they felt like eating lemons in their hearts.

"How about calling it "Sending Yang Gongzhi to Qingzhou at the Sheep Pavilion"?" The great scholar had expectations in his eyes.

"It's OK!" Xu Xinnian said subconsciously, and then realized that his attitude lacked respect, and added: "It's up to you, sir."

"Shameless old thief."

"Humph!"

The two great scholars were even more jealous.

"This is fate." Ziyang Jushi laughed loudly, and smugly bowed to the two of them.

In today's declining poetry, if this poem is spread out, it will definitely cause a sensation in the Confucian community and be sung by students all over the world.

Ziyang Jushi's reputation will also rise with the tide. The key is that his operation is equivalent to binding his name with this poem.

If this poem becomes a masterpiece, Ziyang Jushi's name will also be passed down through the ages.

Such a masterpiece is very likely to be passed down through the ages.

In the eyes of the two great scholars, the most shameless thing is that Xu Xinnian presented a poem to his teacher as a student, and the name should not appear in the title of the poem. It should be replaced by "zi" or "hao". Only peers or friends can write their names into the poem.

It can be seen that this thief has no shame in order to become famous.

What is the biggest dream of a scholar? To cultivate oneself, govern the country and bring peace to the world? No, this is an ideal, not a dream.

For thousands of years, the biggest dream of scholars has only one: to leave a name in history!

The two great scholars were so jealous that they were about to split apart.

As a teacher, Zhang Shen realized that this poem might not be written by his student, but he did not expose it. The student's favor from Ziyang was his own good fortune. As a teacher, he was also happy.

Amid the students' boiling discussions, Xu Xinnian coughed and told the truth: "Teacher, gentlemen, this poem was not written by me, but by someone else."

The discussion stopped for a moment.

The three great scholars had different expressions. Zhang Shen suddenly realized and showed an expression of "as expected".

Li Mubai seemed to be surprised and very surprised.

Ziyang Layman reacted the most, stepped forward two steps, and asked anxiously: "Who is it? Is he a student from our college? Is he here?"

His eyes swept over Xu Xinnian, searching among the students.

"It's my brother!" Xu Xinnian raised his chin slightly, maintaining a proud attitude.

The silent students began to discuss again:

"Xu Cijiu's elder brother?"

"Where did he study? Why haven't I heard of this person?"

"Uh... If I remember correctly, Xu Cijiu seems to be the eldest son?"

"Cijiu, what is your brother's surname and name, and who is his teacher... Oh, you tell me, we don't know anything about such a poetic talent."

The students were very anxious.

The three great scholars also looked at Xu Xinnian.

Oh no, I was influenced by my father, I shouldn't have mentioned my brother... Looking at the students with fiery eyes, Xu Xinnian suddenly realized that he had made a mistake.

All things are inferior except for reading, which shows that scholars are proud, and Xu Xinnian himself is also proud.

The scholars of Yunlu Academy are even more proud.

If Xu Qian'an is also a scholar, they will admire and respect him. If they let everyone know that he is just a yamen runner, they will have negative emotions.

A low-ranking runner can also write a superb seven-character poem, where can we put our face?

Xu Xinnian gritted his teeth and said: "My brother... studies classics at home, not in Yunlu Academy, nor in the Imperial College. He, he has a dull and non-competitive personality, does not like fame, does not like merit, and only wishes to study classics until his old age."

Such integrity is simply a role model for our generation, admirable... The students of Bailu Academy were shocked and wanted to make friends with him.

As expected, the first prize was awarded to Xu Xinnian. Ziyang Layman said goodbye to everyone with a rosy face. He felt that his thoughts were clear. When he boarded the luxurious carriage, he left a meaningful sentence:

"Such a great talent cannot be left in the dust. Be pure and calm, and be careful with your words. What do you think?"

The two great scholars didn't know whether they really didn't understand or pretended not to understand. They silently sent Ziyang Layman away. When the carriage was far away, Li Mubai suddenly grabbed Xu Xinnian's hand and took him aside: "Farewell, old man, I suddenly want to accept a disciple. Today, I have nothing to do. Take me to see your brother."

Zhang Shen was shocked and said: "Farewell, if you and your brother worship under my seat together, it may be a good story."

It doesn't matter whether he writes poems or not. The main thing is that I don't want to bury such a talent.

If in the future, a masterpiece of poetry is obtained by chance, such as "My Teacher Zhang Shen", it will be great.

Li Mubai said unhappily: "The art of war is not mainstream. Scholars should first learn the classics, understand the policy, and cultivate themselves and their families."

"Oh, the art of chess is mainstream? And he is a person who can't stand losing. He has never won a single game against Wei Yuan." Zhang Shen snorted.

"Old thief, shut up and don't mention Wei Yuan in front of me. I have always cherished talents. I have decided to accept this student."

"Old man, do you cherish talents? You are greedy for his poetry."

"Shameless old thief, look at my righteousness and I will shock you to death."

"As if I don't have it."

Xu Xinnian's scalp numbed.

The students in the distance were shocked. They didn't know what was going on. The two great scholars started arguing with red faces and ears, and even had the tendency to fight.