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There is a lot of autumn wind, rain is harmonious, and there are three or two bananas outside the curtain. What can people do if the night is long!

Other karma in Santai Mountain.

On the second floor of the bamboo building, Xu Yan and Shen Mingchen sat by the window to confront poems, recite lyrics, and drink wine.

It was late at night, but the two were not sleepy.

As Xu Yan's disciple, the only student so far, Shen Mingchen naturally had to seize every opportunity to talk to his teacher about poetry, hoping to improve his poetry skills with this.

He has always believed that his poetry is unparalleled in the world. It was not until he met Xu Yan that he knew that there were people outside the people and mountains outside the mountains. He was at the school of Xu Yan, hoping to learn more from his mentor.

Xu Yan didn't hide his own personalities, and took out many poems that were in the bottom of his box.

The two sides talked about the poem, and as they chatted, they naturally talked about the sequel to "Journey to the West" that has caused a lot of storms in the city recently.

"Mr., this Zhouji Bookstore is extremely shameless to publish books in the name of others. The students have also read "The Biography of the Journey to the West", and the writing is extremely wonderful. It is not comparable to the words of such dogtail sequels. It is really a disgrace to the literary style."

"Jiaze said it well, the sequel and the previous one are simply apart."

Xu Yan said as he said.

Of course, Shen Mingchen knew that "Journey to the West" was first published by Miaofengtang of the Xu family. Later, Miaofengtang had an accident and withdrew from the Hangzhou Book Market, and the Zhou family picked peaches.

This made people feel unfair for Xu Yan, the young boss.

"My teacher is so kind. Such a tycoon can criticize the world! Students wish they could speak for their teachers, and they wished they could vent their anger for their teachers!"

"Drink, drink!"

Xu Yan smiled and raised his glass.

Shen Mingchen had no choice but to fill his glass again and drink it all in one go with Xu Yan's rhythm.

After drinking like this, Shen Mingchen was already a little over his head and his cheeks flushed.

"Mr....I can't drink any more."

Shen Mingchen burped and shook his head repeatedly.

"Well, Jiaze, I think you're drinking a little too much today, but you can write good works with the intention of drinking."

Hearing this, Shen Mingchen subconsciously became excited and said, "Don't you see..."

When he opened his mouth, Xu Yan rushed to answer:

"Don't you see the mouth of a mud swallow, cutting iron needles, and scraping gold Buddha's faces carefully searched: I found out in nothing. I searched for peas in a quail's cube, egrets split the flesh on the legs, and fat and oil in the mosquito's belly. The old man started!"

Shen Mingchen was confused, his consciousness was already a little distracted, and he murmured Xu Yan's poem.

Xu Yan took the opportunity to give him a few more cups, but after Shen Mingchen finished drinking, he couldn't hold on and fell on the table with a bang.

No words all night.

The next morning, Shen Mingchen, who was hangover, woke up and felt a split headache.

Xu Yan pointed to the basin and said, "Wash your face."

Shen Mingchen nodded, scooped up a handful of water and poured it on his face, and then woke up with a sensation.

"Mr., did I lose my composure last night?"

Shen Mingchen, who woke up, looked embarrassed and thought that he had to worry about his mentor's care after he got drunk last night, so he was ashamed of being ashamed.

"It's nothing. Li Bai's hundred poems on wine and wine are not as good as Li Taibai, but Jiaze has written a few good poems."

Xu Yan smiled faintly.

"Oh? If that's true?"

Maybe he was so drunk that Shen Mingchen forgot all the things he had last night and only vaguely remembered the poem with Xu Yan. But he couldn't remember the specific content of the work.

"Don't you see the mouth of a mud swallow, cutting iron needles, and scraping gold Buddha's faces carefully searched: I found out in nothing. I searched for peas in a quail's cube, egrets split the flesh on the legs, and fat and oil in the mosquito's belly. The old man started!"

Xu Yan recited it again and exclaimed: "This little poem by Jiaze is very suitable for the sake of the scene."

"Is this what a student did?"

But Shen Mingchen doesn't remember it at all.

"Of course, my teacher has written it down for you. Last night, Jiaze denounced Zhou Jishu's behavior of forgetting his righteousness and being greedy when he saw profit and was greedy, and then wrote this poem."

Xu Yan said without changing his face and his heart was beating.

In fact, of course, this poem was not written by Shen Mingchen, but a small dict of the Yuan Dynasty. It is no longer possible to determine who the author is.

It is precisely because the author is unknown that although he was once circulated among the people, there has never been a formal written record.

The first time he saw it in Li Kaixian's "Yixiao San". Li Kaixian was a native of Jiajing. After becoming a Jinshi, he worked as an official in the court until the 20th year of Jiajing.

After that, he wrote many operas one after another, such as "The Sword" written in the 26th year of Jiajing.

However, the collection of "Yi Xiaosan" was collected and sorted out from all over the place in his later years, and that was already the end of Jiajing.

The collection and organization process of "Yi Xiaosan" is very complicated, and it can be said to have exhausted Li Kaixian's efforts.

It is also since the publication of "Yi Xiaosan" that many of the Yuan Dynasty's Sanqu Xiaolings, which had been buried for many years, have become known to the world.

But Xu Yan doesn't have to wait because he has innate advantages.

"This poem...is very sharp."

Shen Mingchen swallowed and spitted.

"Jiaze used his pen as a knife and directly criticized Zhou Jishu's shameless behavior, which really made him feel relieved."

Xu Yan didn't give Shen Mingchen time to react, and talked freely: "Last night, you shouted that you could speak for your teacher, and you could vent your anger for your teacher. Now the opportunity has come... Just copy this poem on paper and spread it in the streets and alleys of Hangzhou City, which can arouse excitement."

"Well..."

Shen Mingchen always felt something was wrong, but he couldn't tell it.

"What, Jiaze doesn't want to?"

Xu Yan made a statement of disappointment.

Shen Mingchen hurriedly said, "The teacher misunderstood, why would the student not want to? If he hadn't talked to the teacher, the student would not be able to make such sharp words. Students... Students are willing to do anything for the teacher..."

"That's great." Xu Yan nodded and said, "I will ask someone to help you with the transcription, just stamp your private seal at the end."

Shen Mingchen said respectfully: "But with the instructions of my teacher."

Xu Yan added: "Don't forget the one carved by Lu Zigang."

Shen Mingchen: "..."

"In the end, Jiaze needs to go to Zhoujishufang in person and recite this poem on the spot outside the store. The famous Ningbo poet Shen Mingchen wrote a poem and angrily scolded the evil businessmen... Tsk tsk, I can't wait to see how the people in Hangzhou City react."

Xu Yan showed a hint of joy on his face.

"Oh by the way, don't forget the three things you promised when you become a disciple."

Xu Yan suddenly remembered something and said, "When you go out, don't disclose your teacher-student relationship."

Shen Mingchen hurriedly said, "Don't worry, my teacher, the student understands that this poem was written by me and has nothing to do with my teacher."

Xu Yan nodded with relief: "You can teach me."

It's so easy to talk to smart people.

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Chapter completed!