Zhang Feng's attitude almost made the shopkeeper fall to the ground.
But this was also good. After all, this would save him unnecessary trouble. After all, people like them were too proud. If they were not willing to do such things, who could force them?
But this was different for the Poetry Club.
How many great Confucian scholars had visited this place and left behind their personal messages? To them, this was their reputation!
It was also where every Poetry Club competed.
And this time, Mr. Yushan's arrival was unexpected. Moreover, Mr. Yushan's reputation was too great. He hated their behavior the most, so they did not dare to do it.
But Zhang Feng was different.
It seemed that Zhang Feng was here for the first time, and he should be easy to talk to. So she decided to give it a try.
But seeing Zhang Feng agree at this time, the shopkeeper was dumbfounded.
He did not know what to write for Zhang Feng.
But the servant was quick-witted and hurriedly said, "Shopkeeper, President Zhang is known as the Goddess of Poetry. Why don't you let Prince Zhang write a poem for our Poetry Club?"
With that said, the shopkeeper suddenly understood and said, "Prince Zhang, you see …"
"Sure!"
Zhang Feng agreed decisively.
Then the shopkeeper was overjoyed and hurriedly sent someone to find a pen and paper.
Zhang Feng was also thinking about what kind of poem to write. After all, this place could become an important place in the future.
Fame!
After thinking for a while.
Zhang Feng suddenly thought of Li Qingzhao's poem.
Then after thinking for a while, he picked up the pen and wrote, "'Slow Song' searches and searches, cold and cheerless, miserable and sorrowful. When it's warm and cold, it's the most difficult to rest. How can three or two cups of light wine compete with him, the late wind rushes? When the wild goose passes by, it's sad … How can a word of worry suffice! "
The poem was finished.
Unknowingly, Zhang Feng was surrounded by students.
And these people also excitedly recited after every line of Zhang Feng's poem.
Zhang Feng did not disturb them. Instead, after writing this poem, he quietly left.
He didn't even know that Mr. Yushan had appeared on the first floor.
As soon as Zhang Feng left, the entire Poetry House exploded in an instant.
Everyone looked at Zhang Feng's new work in shock. Some people had tears in their eyes, some were wailing, and some were even drunk on it, not knowing what to do.
Especially Wu Liuzhi and Liu Shuheng.
At this moment, the two of them wanted to leave, but they were unwilling to do so. If they didn't leave, their faces wouldn't be able to bear it.
But after seeing Zhang Feng's poem, they were engrossed in it again.
Even the women on the second floor stopped fighting for the perfume and came to the first floor to see Zhang Feng's latest poem. ,
However …
The problem was that everyone was dumbfounded when they saw Zhang Feng's handwriting.
Zhang Feng's poem was one of a kind, but his handwriting was too ugly.
But even so, everyone was still fighting to copy Zhang Feng's poem. They were even copying Zhang Feng's handwriting. In their opinion, perhaps it was because of this that Zhang Feng could create such a beautiful poem.
And the shopkeeper was laughing so hard that he couldn't even hide his teeth.
At the same time, he held the poem in his arms. But there were many people here that he couldn't afford to offend. He could only hold it in his arms and let them observe.
In the end, it was Mr. Yushan who showed his prowess. He took a huge amount of rice paper and started to rewrite it with a giant brush in the middle of the Poetry House.
A moment later, a newly framed "Slow Song" with a width of two feet and a length of five feet was hung in the most important and conspicuous position in the Poetry House.
And almost everyone in the Poetry House participated in it.
At this moment, everyone looked at the poem that Zhang Feng had just created. They couldn't help but feel a sense of heroism.
"Shopkeeper, can you part with Prince Zhang's original manuscript to the Wu Family? If you can, the Wu Family will owe you a big favor. And the Wu Family will give you a satisfactory price!"
At this moment, Wu Maner suddenly spoke.
Instantly, everyone was aghast.
The Wu Family actually took a fancy to this poem?
Even Wu Liuzhi was stunned at this moment. He looked at Wu Maner in disbelief.
Although he was old enough to be Wu Maner's brother, but Wu Maner's position in the Wu Family …
But because Wu Maner's reputation had been expanding these few years, Wu Maner had become the apple of the Wu Family's eye.
At this moment, her words could be considered as the words of the Patriarch of the Wu Family.
Hearing that.
Those who were on equal footing with the Wu Family also started to have thoughts.
"Shopkeeper, the Gao Family is willing to buy it!"
"The Zhao Family is also willing to buy it!"
"The Wu Family is also willing to buy it at a high price!"
"The Dang Family …"
"The Yang Family …"
At this moment, just when the shopkeeper's face was in a dilemma, Mr. Yushan coldly interrupted everyone's imagination.
"Although this piece of calligraphy was given to Shi Zhai by He Xian, it still belongs to He Xian. Without He Xian's permission, no one is allowed to touch this piece of calligraphy. Poetry is meant to teach people to be humble. How can it be measured by money?"
With this, everyone instantly quieted down.
Everyone was silent.
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