There was a small door in the hall of Li Chuyun's house covered with a curtain. The maid brought tea and water to retreat. Without going through the main entrance of the hall, she lifted the curtain from the small door inside to retreat.

This maid was very obedient when she was in front of the house. Unexpectedly, when she entered the inner room, she saw a beautiful little girl wearing a collar skirt, and she was very erect and said with a clever and clever voice: "One of the few people who just came, one of whom was a former friend of Alang (the male owner Li Chuyun). He brought another general named Guo Shao. I heard that the man named Guo Shao was a general from Tokyo. If he didn't listen to them, he really couldn't imagine that he was a general, so young..."

The little girl frowned slightly: "A general is going to come to fight poetry?"

The maid smiled and said, "Who knows, is it that the lady's reputation has been passed to Tokyo?"

"What's so funny?" the little girl scolded.

The maid hurriedly stopped her smile and said, "I forgot it for a while. That young master Zhe brought so many people to make poems today, and he was not meant to be good at it."

"It's good to know." Xiao Niang said, "My father didn't say he wanted to be married than Wen. He was shameless and took care of other people's affairs. Rumors were spreading everywhere, saying that our Li family values ​​scholars, and Mr. Li wanted to find a literary and elegant son-in-law. He also brought a group of people to the house to dance and write in writing. Don't I know what to sell in the gourd with the surname Zhe? My father didn't agree that whoever wrote good poems today would like to love."

The maid approached and whispered: "Last night, I was in the wife's room. I heard from Ah Lang that if I could see someone who was still alright today, I would just use my plan and promise you a wife, so that I would not be able to call you Mr. Zhe to keep thinking about you."

"Ah?" The Li family's little lady was shocked, "Why are you just saying it now?"

"You went to bed last night, but I forgot this morning... Alang said right." The maid said with an apology, "It's better to marry anyone than marrying that young master. How can I see how annoying him? He just said General Guo's words outside, and the wife also heard it."

Li said coldly: "I am obedient, and I seem to have fallen in love with the general named Guo who just came from Tokyo. Why don't you marry him by yourself! Go and ask him if he wants to marry you."

The maid shrank her head and said angrily: "I am a slave, can I marry a general? If there is such a good thing, then I am willing to be a cow and a horse in the next life..." She ignored Li's unhappiness, gave her a cold face, and said briskly, "Why don't you go to the front and take a look, hide behind the curtain, pick a corner and take a look, I won't fool you, General Guo is really okay... Madam, we can't be too picky. Do you think literati is better or martial is better? There are all in the hall in front!"

Li said coldly: "These scholars all know that they recite poems, essays, and essays, and I feel annoyed when I look at it! Military men are not good people. They fight for years and fight, but they are just fighting for power and profit, and they don't care about the lives and deaths of the people!" Li said as he said, "I just blame the bad world... Maybe my father is right. As long as he is not a traitor or a shameless villain, I will not contradict my father."

At this moment, a loud voice came from outside. Mr. Zhe said in his voice: "The topic is not limited, but it is also limited to the form. As long as you express your thoughts based on what you see and hear, you will do it."

Another man said in a voice: "It's so good... let me think about it for a moment."

The person who spoke just now should be General Guo, because he had said before, "I am indeed a martial artist and I can't do poetry." Li's narrative contact with the maid can probably guess.

After a while, General Guo's voice said again: "Mr. Zuo, on the way to Guanzhong, after passing Tongguan, do you have no feelings?"

"I'm tired from the journey and really have no thoughts. What does the lord feel about Tongguan?"

General Guo said in his voice: "I feel a little sigh in my heart when I visit Guanzhong. Otherwise, I will take the title of Tongguan’s reminiscence... Mr. Zhe, we have no limit on the genre today?"

Mr. Zhe said: "Poetry, fu, long and short sentences are fine, there is no limit."

"Okay. I've already had a sentence or two." General Guo pondered for a moment, then chanted loudly, "The peaks are like gathering, the waves are like anger, and the mountains and rivers are like Tongguan Road..."

Just now, the noisy atmosphere outside became quiet immediately because there were so many people that people couldn't feel that there were as many as dozens of people sitting together here.

The little girl in the inner room raised her eyebrows slightly, and when she was not careful, she praised: "Good sentences are magnificent and concise, but there is no trace of carving, and it is not artificial. It is much better than the soft and frivolous whine before, and the pile of beautiful words..."

The maid next to her didn't understand the good or bad of the poem, but she could understand the unconcealed praises of the lady, and immediately looked at her with a smile. After a moment, Li discovered the maid's smile, and immediately pulled down his face and stopped talking.

At this moment, the outside was chanting loudly like sighing: "Looking at the Xidu, I feel hesitant. I am sad that the Qin and Han dynasties have been made of earth in the palaces..."

Li couldn't help but be moved. He was a military general, a young military general? She couldn't help but get up. She didn't care about scolding the maid just now, and ran straight to the door, lifting the curtain to see. At this time, there was a loud cheer outside, and people cheered.

But I saw a tall and tall young man wearing a long robe and a shaggy head standing by the table, looking thoughtful. I saw that the young man was a martial artist, with courage and courage in his body and face. But at this moment, he seemed to be immersed in the artistic conception and feelings of the sentence, and his eyes with a firm temperament showed a hint of melancholy, just like a poet who was worried about the country and the people. Li's eyes gradually changed.

People were still cheering, but suddenly he brushed his sleeves and recited a sentence like a sudden enlightenment: "The people suffer; the people suffer if they die!"

Everyone fell into silence for a long time. Mr. Zhe looked embarrassed and speechless for a moment, and could not say anything. It seemed that a needle could be heard around him. No one spoke, no one was embarrassed to move. Only a gentle cough was also suppressed with patient depression.

At this time, Li accidentally touched a basin of incense ash beside the door, making a "clang" sound, and it was very clear. People outside heard the movement and looked sideways, and saw that the curtain was swaying slightly without wind, and no one was seen.

Li escaped with a blushing face. She felt that the house was not safe, as if she was afraid of being seen, so she went out of another door and walked into the yard. The maid soon trotted and chased after him, panting and asked impatiently: "Madam, is General Guo's poem the best?"

"That's a long and short sentence, and there are one or two sounds that are a bit strange... If you write a song and get a name, you can still sing it." Li said softly.

The maid said unyieldingly: "I asked him if he had the best sentences. If it was the best, Ah Lang would have to make the decision..."

"Tu!" Li shouted in a sweet voice, "I don't know how ashamed, can you get this kind of thing be taken outside and yell?"

The maid turned her head and pretended to be sad: "Listen to what the wife said, then General Guo's poems should be the best, but what if Mr. Zhe said that his lyrics were not good, how could he have a good life? Today's matter was mentioned by Mr. Zhe. He presided over the poetry meeting, so he should naturally comment on the good or bad."

Li sneered: "Young Master Zhe can be shameless, but you can't be shameless to that extent! If he dares to say that General Guo's long and short sentences are not good, he must find a comparison among those people. For those famous scholars who are idle and singular to each other, I don't believe that anyone can have such a mind, and what they write can be compared to one of the ten thousand in the past of Tongguan!"

As Li expected, no one in the front hall dared to challenge the "long and short sentence" of Tongguan's reminiscence. Many people have many praises. Mr. Zhe was very embarrassed. He neither said who was the best or mentioned the selection. He quickly left the seat angrily.

Guo Shao didn't understand what happened to the poetry meeting today, so he didn't expect the "Biwen Ge" to attract marriage? He thought it was just that everyone was too busy and gathered together to be artistic.

After all, no one told him about this. If Guo Shao had known the details, he would probably understand why Mr. Zhe would be so rude to a stranger today... He had no grudges and no grudges, and even a gangster was unwilling to make grudges with others without reason; but Mr. Zhe's resentment was not for no reason, but Chen Yaojin was indeed a killer in the middle of the way. From the beginning, he was worried that Mr. Zhe would ruin his good things, but it turned out that he really ruined his good things!

Guo Shao stayed in Li's mansion and had another heart-to-heart talk with Li Chuyun under Luo Yanhuan's support... This is the main thing he came to Binzhou to win over talented talents. Li Chuyun seemed to be doing better than Luo Yanhuan, but he seemed to be unsuccessful. Such a person who was unsuccessful and might have talent is very cost-effective!

Because a capable person who has succeeded or has shown great talent, with Guo Shao's strength, it is not his turn to win over.

In the afternoon, Guo Shao and others said goodbye to Li Chuyun "reluctantly". Of course, they were embarrassed to live in Li's mansion, and Guo Shao had a place to settle in the inn outside Binzhou... Of course, they would not leave the same for Binzhou and said from Ruan Ming: I'll dig your corner; Guo Shao's words were to visit relatives and friends, and passed by, so they stayed in the inn.

Luo Yanhuan and "Guan Gong" Li Chuyun were old friends for many years and did not return to the inn until the evening.

Luo Yanhuan said nothing astonishingly when he saw Guo Shao: "Mr. Li asked me to explore Guo Dujun's family affairs, have you married and have children?"

Speaking of this, Jing Niang, who was sitting far away, suddenly looked at her side.

Guo Shao glared and said, "What does he mean?"

"Nothing... I just knew, that..." Luo Yanhuan said, "Today's poetry fight is intended to compete in the Li family to attract brides. Whoever talented poems and essays is good, the Li family's wife will give to... Obviously, the long and short sentences of Guo Dutu, no one on the spot."

Guo Shao was stunned for a moment, turned to look at Zuo You, as if saying: What you did.

Zuo You looked joking: "Since the Sui and Tang Dynasties, I have to write poems first in the imperial examination. I usually think that my lord has read a lot of books, and I guess that my lord can write at least a decent song, at least not too embarrassing. However, you will shock the crowd as soon as you make a move. Now even my little mother doesn't let you go."

Guo Shao said: "When did I say those words were written by myself?"
Chapter completed!