The maid named A Yue next to Leng Xianning immediately burst into laughter and said, "Haha, this is still called poetry? It's so funny! I think the next two sentences must be 'eleven and twenty-three pieces, 1456 pieces', haha!"

Huang Liu's face changed again, and he looked at Guo Zhiyuan with anger, thinking that you are playing with me! I can't kill you!

But Guo Zhiyuan looked around calmly and smiled and said the next two sentences: "Thousands of pieces, countless pieces, flying into the plum blossoms, they can't see them."

As soon as this poem was released, everyone was shocked!

The famous scholars who were jealous of Guo Zhiyuan's stealing the limelight were about to look at him embarrassingly, but their eyes suddenly widened. Although they were a little shameless, since they were called famous scholars, they were somewhat of a certain level. They looked at Guo Zhiyuan incredibly and could only praise a "wonderful pen"; A Yue was about to laugh at him, but before she could speak, she was stunned; Leng Xianning was also slightly stunned, whispering the seven words "Flying into the plum blossoms and never seeing each other" in her mouth, nodding slightly, and those beautiful eyes as pure as a lake, staring at Guo Zhiyuan steadily, making Guo Zhiyuan's heart beat wildly.

Huang Liu scratched his head in a daze. Is there really such a poem in his collection?

After a long time, Leng Xianning slowly spit out three words: "It's very clever!" The voice was still so cold, but it had a slight curiosity.

Guo Zhiyuan thought to himself: Of course it is a wonderful writing, this is Zheng Banqiao's poem! If you can't shake you, then I, a time traveler, really don't want to mess around!

When Huang Liu heard Leng Xianning, who had never spoken, he made a praise, and was immediately ecstatic. He walked to Guo Zhiyuan, patted his shoulder and whispered: "Brother, I didn't expect you to be really good at it. If you can really help me win the favor of Miss Leng this time, just look for me if you have any trouble in Fuzhou in the future!..."

Guo Zhiyuan said that if he had not seen your dead ghost dad, he would be willing to be a brother to you, a fool. He pressed the urge to pat Huang Liu's fat hand on his shoulder, and lowered his voice and laughed: "Brother Huang is polite. After a while, Brother Huang just needs to keep silent. Leave the rest to me. I think Miss Leng will definitely add her eyes to Brother Huang!"

At this time, Leng Xianning had walked back to the middle of the pavilion and sat down. Her actions also showed that Guo Zhiyuan had successfully aroused her interest and was preparing to continue to host the already interrupted poetry meeting. Of course, as the number one talented woman in Fuzhou, she was not so easy to fool. Miaomu looked back and forth between Guo Zhiyuan and Huang Liu, and smiled and said with a smile: "Young Master Huang, is this song "Ying Xue" written by this young master just now really what you wrote? The little girl is not talented, but she still has some appreciation ability. This song "Ying Xue" seems to be similar to the toad poem that Mr. Huang had written before, but the artistic conception is completely different. Could it be that someone else would write it?..."

Of course, Huang Liu could not admit that this poem was not written by him. Just as he was about to swear a slander, Guo Zhiyuan quickly pulled the corner of his clothes and laughed first: "Miss Leng didn't fully understand the poems in Mr. Huang's "Qiujian Collection", so there is such a theory of ghostwriting!".

Before Leng Xianning could speak, her maid Ayue exploded as soon as she heard it, and her eyes glared: "What are you saying? My lady has been well-read poetry since she was a child. How could she not understand these nonsense limericks?!..."

Guo Zhiyuan suddenly burst into laughter. His laughing magical skills have always been invincible. Everyone was laughed inexplicably by him, and he was all curious. A Yue was even more trembling in her heart by him. She asked strangely: "What are you laughing at? What's funny about it?"

This is exactly the effect that Guo Zhiyuan needs to create. He smiled slightly and said: "We must fully understand the true meaning of poetry. When tracing the origin of poetry, the origin of poetry originates from the Book of Songs. How dare I ask Miss Leng if she has read the Book of Songs?..."

A Yue raised her head and said proudly: "Of course I have read it, even I can recite it. Guanguan Ju Ju, on the river island, a beautiful lady..." Suddenly I realized that this was a love poem, and my face turned red.

Guo Zhiyuan smiled and said, "Well, the girl knows that the Book of Songs is divided into Feng, Ya, and Song. Among them, "National Style" is a collection of folk songs from all over the ancient world, including love songs, mountain songs, and satirical poems. At that time, it was just songs sung by ordinary men and women, and it was the most simple vernacular language of people at that time. Now you think that Mr. Huang's poems are nonsense, but don't you know that the "National Style" in the Book of Songs is just the vernacular language at that time? When we recite ancient mountain songs, we feel that we are extremely elegant, but from the origin, what is the difference between the people who sing mountain songs? From this perspective, what is the difference between the Book of Songs and Mr. Huang's "Autumn Stream Collection"?...". (Note 1)

Everyone was stunned and shocked. In modern society, people probably could not understand such remarks. In ancient society, they were even more rebellious. The Book of Songs is a Confucian classic that is one of the Four Books and Five Classics. Confucius personally screened them and was called "the plain language of every man and a woman" by Guo Zhiyuan. Such a conclusion was unreasonable at the time! Absolute fallacies! But these famous scholars in Fuzhou did not dare to refute Guo Zhiyuan, because Guo Zhiyuan was to save face for Mr. Huang after all, and attacking Mr. Huang was equivalent to attacking Mr. Huang. How dare they dare? They could only sit there in a daze.

Leng Xianning stared at Guo Zhiyuan motionlessly, and a strange color flashed in her eyes. She was different from those corrupt scholars. As a woman who dared to fight feudal ethics, Guo Zhiyuan's rebellious remarks made her feel novel. The corners of her mouth curled up slightly and said, "Although the young master's remarks are a bit distorted, there are some truths. From this perspective, it seems that the Book of Songs is really the same..."

Everyone's eyes were straightened. The reason why Leng Xianning is known as the number one beauty in Fuzhou is that she is indeed very beautiful, and she is really cold and never pretends to be a man. Everyone knows that the more you can't get, the more popular it is. Therefore, Huang Liu and others are so obsessed with Leng Xianning, but now Leng Xianning actually smiles! Leng Damei actually laughs! I'm afraid no one believes it when she says it! Although it's not true to see through the veil, from Leng Xianning's no longer cold tone and Leng Xianning's mouth shape behind the gauze, they can be sure that Leng Damei really smiles!

Huang Liu was also ecstatic when he saw Leng Xianning smiling. Although he knew that Leng Xianning was not smiling at him, as long as Leng Xianning smiled, he would have a chance! Could it be that Guo Zhiyuan would still dare to compete with him for a woman!

(Note 1, The conclusion that the Book of Songs is vernacular literature is seen in Mr. Hu Shi's "History of Vernacular Literature": "In fact, ancient literature, such as many folk songs in the Book of Songs, were also vernacular literature at that time", and some of Mr. Hu Shi's speeches: "So, our most ancient literary book, "The Book of Songs," is vernacular literature, especially "National Style". We look at the whole of the national style, part of the "Xiao Ya" is all written by ordinary people in vernacular women, and common men and women in vernacular... This part of "National Style" was indeed sang orally at the beginning." ("Hu Shi's Speech Collection 1 Chinese Renaissance"). Most of the views on ancient poems and vernacular literature in this article come from Mr. Hu Shi's discussion, but if there are any mistakes in the reposting process and the far-fetched parts in the discussion, it is the author's crime and has nothing to do with Mr. Hu Shi.)
Chapter completed!