Scumbag Master Uncle's Whitewashing Road

After working all night and half a day, seeing that things had not progressed at all, the two of them prepared to go back to the inn for a rest.

Huo Qingfeng walked on the road absent-mindedly, all he could think about was the matter of Yuyi Man.Leng Hanmo stared at his uncle's back with a smile, and followed behind contentedly.

At some point, the originally quiet street gradually became noisy.Huo Qingfeng stopped, and saw carriages passing by.

In the blink of an eye, people who were originally standing in twos and threes suddenly merged into a pile, covering both sides of the road like a tide.As if they had a heart and soul, they agreed to leave the middle of the road for the convenience of the carriage.

Looking at the crowd joining in the fun, Huo Qingfeng grabbed a person casually, pointed to the carriage in front of him and asked, "May I ask what's going on? Why are there so many people around?"

"This is a poetry reciting banquet, which is held every three months in our town. The people in the carriage are all the nobles who went to attend."

"Poetry reciting banquet?" Huo Qingfeng felt interesting, "The flower viewing party was held not long ago, and now there is another poetry reciting banquet. I didn't expect that Guizhen is very romantic!"

"That's right." Although this person didn't understand what sentiment meant, he knew it was a good word from Huo Qingfeng's expression.He continued: "The poetry reciting banquet in our town invites all young talents, and the rewards are very generous, helping many poor scholars. Now, many people from other places come here to attend."

The man looked Huo Qingfeng up and down, and said with a smile: "A person like Young Master certainly doesn't care about the money, it's not bad to join in the fun."

Huo Qingfeng's first reaction was to decline: "I have little talent, so I really don't dare to play tricks on others."

The other person heard the movement, looked back at Huo Qingfeng, and smiled: "The requirements are not so strict. If you don't have a good literary talent, it's fine if you look good. I think the young master's appearance is enough to show his face."

"Yes! Yes!" A few people beside him also echoed, "In order to get rewards, many people even dress up specially! You look like this, young master, is enough to enter the door!"

Listening to this rhetoric, what kind of poetry feast is it? It is clearly a beauty contest.Looking at the laughing and booing people around, Huo Qingfeng felt speechless for a while.

As soon as he spoke, there were already people standing behind him.One by one stretched their necks and rushed to look forward, like gooses being held by their necks.

Carriages passed by one after another, and the crowd moved slowly with the carriages.Huo Qingfeng and Leng Hanmo were caught in the crowd, unable to get out, so they had to wriggle along with the current.

At the end of the road is a manor, which should be the place where the poetry reciting banquet will be held.As if they were used to today's battles, the guards in the manor had already been mobilized to separate the crowd of onlookers five meters away from the gate, so as not to cause traffic jams.

Unable to bear this kind of scene where people are being beaten, Leng Hanmo was already sweating.He pulled the corner of Huo Qingfeng's clothes and urged: "Uncle, let's go back."

Huo Qingfeng nodded, and prepared to lead him out of the crowd.

The crowd of onlookers suddenly became commotion.Huo Qingfeng stopped, and saw a luxurious four-wheeled carriage approaching.

The carriage stopped at the gate of the manor, a servant jumped out of the carriage, and quickly called two servants to bring a carriage stool over.Immediately afterwards, the door curtain of the carriage was lifted from the inside, and a handsome young man in gorgeous clothes got out of the carriage.

The women around exclaimed excitedly, and saw the young man stepping on the carriage gracefully and getting out of the carriage, glanced at the commotion crowd indifferently, and then entered the manor without looking back.

Isn't this person the one Mr. Li empathizes with?

Huo Qingfeng and Leng Hanmo looked at each other, and said in their hearts: There is really nowhere to look for.

Arching his hands to an old man beside him, Huo Qingfeng said: "This old man, who is that young master just now?"

The old man smiled and said, "Young master is a foreigner, no wonder you don't know Mr. Lin. He is a celebrity in our Furong town, and there is no one in the town who doesn't know him."

"I don't know what background this young master has?" Leng Hanmo asked curiously.

The old man didn't give a damn, he stroked his beard and said with a smile: "This Mr. Lin is the brother-in-law of our town master. His family runs a jade business, so he is rich and powerful!"

Huo Qingfeng became suspicious: Since this Mr. Lin has such a great background, why would Jing Yuji and the people from Shihuaguan lie that they didn't know each other?

Looking at the magnificent gate of the manor, Huo Qingfeng made up his mind: It seems that he must go in today.

Huo Qingfeng looked at the old man and said, "Old man, I also want to attend this poetry banquet, how can I get in?"

"Why, young master also wants to join in the fun?" The old man raised his eyebrows and looked at Huo Qingfeng, and said: "It would be better if there is an invitation card or a recommendation from a noble person. If not, I can only try my luck. But Mr. Yi With this appearance and bearing, there is no problem in entering the door. As for whether you can meet the noble people inside, it depends on the young master's ability."

It turned out to be similar to what the previous people said. The requirements for the participants of this poetry banquet are really simple and rude.Huo Qingfeng smiled secretly: It seems that he can only gamble with his face.

After thanking the old man, Huo Qingfeng straightened his clothes, and was about to sacrifice his appearance, pretending to be a wit and going in to meet that Mr. Lin.

Leng Hanmo said displeasedly: "If uncle wants to go in, there are plenty of ways, why do you have to participate in this poetry banquet?"

Huo Qingfeng said softly: "Of course we have ways to sneak in without anyone noticing, but how do we talk to that Mr. Lin? It's impossible to suddenly appear on the spot and scare him out!"

Leng Hanmo had no choice but to shut up.

Seeing that he had calmed down, Huo Qingfeng was about to squeeze to the gate of the manor to sign up.

Although Leng Hanmo was totally unhappy, he rushed to Huo Qingfeng to open the way for him.

Just as he explained his purpose to the guards who intercepted the crowd, several more carriages drove over.Behind the carriage, many servants followed.Looking at the battle, it must be either rich or expensive.Huo Qingfeng also met a few people, and they were all big players at the flower viewing party.He spends a lot of money for a pot of flowers without blinking his eyes.

Huo Qingfeng watched from afar the young and handsome young masters getting off the carriage, greeted each other a few times, and then all gathered in front of the largest and most luxurious carriage, as if waiting for the people inside.

It seems that the people inside must have more background.Huo Qingfeng thought to himself.

Sure enough, a bloated Yuanwai got out of the carriage with difficulty under the support of two maidservants.Looking at the round and old face, it looks quite familiar.

Huo Qingfeng said to Leng Hanmo: "Isn't this the member who collected the top-quality red peony at the flower viewing party?"

Leng Hanmo squinted his eyes and said, "It's him."

Someone nearby heard their conversation, and hurriedly said: "That's right! This horseman is very well-connected, and he got many rare items in our town!"

Looking at the nobles who shuttled back and forth at the gate of the manor, someone sighed again, and said in an incomparably vicissitudes way: "Hey! Dragons give birth to dragons, and phoenixes give birth to phoenixes. The children of mice can only make holes! They are all rich and noble families, and we ordinary people can't do that." Just stand aside and watch."

Too lazy to care about the sorrows and sorrows of ordinary people, Huo Qingfeng turned to Leng Hanmo and said, "We're going to meet these noble people today."

Relying on his good skin, Huo Qingfeng easily crossed the long queue, and entered the gate of the manor together with several other good-looking young men.

The servant led them all the way to a high platform.A few people sat scattered on the high platform, seeming to be drinking tea and chatting.There are two rows of small tables below, with pens, inks, papers and inkstones on the tables, just like the scene of obtaining fame.

Some of the tables were already filled with scattered people. Judging by their clothes, they should all be poor scholars.

The servant led Huo Qingfeng to stop in front of an empty table, pointed to the pens, inks, papers and inkstones on the table and said, "We didn't just enter this poetry banquet, the young master has neither invitation nor recommendation, and he is not from the town. Celebrities can only compose one poem to qualify."

Huo Qingfeng didn't linger, and sat down at the small table according to the words, closed the gentleman's fan and put it in his hand, looked up at the young man and said, "I don't know what the purpose of this poem is?"

The little servant was somewhat self-cultivated, and said very calmly: "There is no fixed idea, whether it is the three friends of Suihan, or plum, orchid, bamboo and chrysanthemum!"

"Thank you!" Huo Qingfeng said to the boy.

The boy bowed and left.

Seeing the young man walking away, Leng Hanmo, who was following along as a young man and his entourage, whispered, "What poem are you planning to do?"

Looking at his excited eyes, Huo Qingfeng smiled and said, "Nephew Leng is also interested in poetry?"

Leng Hanmo shook his head hastily, "My disciple is dull, memorizing poems is okay, as for writing poems..." Leng Hanmo smiled embarrassedly.

Of course, Huo Qingfeng didn't expect a half-grown child to write any good poems.In fact, composing poems is not a difficult task. He is a person who has passed the college entrance examination. After studying Chinese for so many years, even if he can't compose poems, it is still easy to recite a few poems.Just keep an eye out for a poet top bag that isn't available in this day and age.Wouldn't it be embarrassing if the copycat was exposed.

Thinking about Sui Han's three friends, Huo Qingfeng looked up at Leng Hanmo and asked, "Nephew Leng, have you heard of Wang Anshi?"

Although Tianyun Sect is a sect of cultivating immortals, the disciples in the sect still have the basic cultivation.Even if it is not possible to train every student into an elegant person with all six arts, basic literary literacy is still necessary.Wang Anshi is considered everyone. If there is such a person in this world, it is impossible for Leng Hanmo to have never heard of him.

Sure enough, Leng Hanmo thought for a while, and said a little embarrassedly: "Forgive me for being ignorant and ignorant, I have never heard of it."

What he was waiting for was his words.After nodding his head pretendingly, Huo Qingfeng spread the paper in front of him.

Leng Hanmo was very discerning and went to grind it.

After thinking about it in his heart, Huo Qingfeng dipped his pen into the ink, and finished it on the paper overnight, and saw a plump, vigorous, charming and vigorous regular script on the paper.

Plum blossom

A few branches of plums in the corner,

Ling Han drove alone.

I know it's not snow,

Only the dark fragrance comes.

After writing the last word, Huo Qingfeng blew on the slightly wet ink, and looked at the handwriting on the paper with great satisfaction.I think that Yan Zhenqing's "pointing into a falling stone, painting like Xia Yun, hook like bending gold, and spear like shooting a crossbow" is nothing more than that.It seems that not only Danqing, but also the calligraphy attainments of the original version allowed him to inherit [-]% of it.

If his Chinese teacher in high school saw such good calligraphy, he would definitely frame it and hang it on the wall to observe it every day.

Bathed in the adoring gaze of his nephew, Huo Qingfeng picked up the fan again and made a concave shape.

Leng Hanmo hurriedly picked up the poem on the table with both hands, and ran to give it to the boy standing in front.

The boy looked at the poem first, then at Huo Qingfeng, and then went up to the high platform from a corner door.

Huo Qingfeng sat on the spot calmly, watching the boy climb up the high platform, handed the poem to the bloated member, and pointed to the audience.The member looked at the poem, then at Huo Qingfeng, and then underestimated a few words with the servant.The boy's figure disappeared on the high platform after a while.

Leng Hanmo was still a little worried, "Uncle Shi, do you think they will let us in?"

Huo Qing calmly said: "We'll find out later!"

Sure enough, not long after, the servant came out from the corner door, ran to Huo Qingfeng with a full face of apologetic smiles, and said respectfully, "Young master, please come inside!"

Huo Qingfeng smiled slightly, unfolded the gentleman's fan and posed in a suave pose, and followed the young man to leave under the envious eyes of other young people who were still writing.

The author has something to say:

It was said yesterday that there will be heavy rain today, and it hasn't rained after waiting for a whole day.It's really boring today_