Three Four, this poem cuts people's intestines (almost a week has passed, seeking votes)

  "Good poem, good poem."

  "It is indeed a good poem, Elder Xiao's poem has a strong and elegant style, reminiscent of Master Qian's."

  The last one, a scholar with the surname Xiao, finished writing his poem. Everyone flattered each other, but they had intentionally cold-shouldered Yu Guozhen. However, when they saw that Liu Ruzi was still standing beside Yu Guozhen despite listening intently to their poems, they suddenly felt extremely indignant in their hearts.

  Such a beautiful and talented young lady should belong to those geniuses, genius matches beauty, but a country bumpkin like him is just some stinky money, how can he still get the beauty after getting rich?

  Teach this country bumpkin a lesson and let him make a fool of himself to amuse the beautiful woman!

  These gentlemen were used to reciting poetry and making couplets together, with some tacit understanding between them. With just a few words, they began to tease Yu Guozhen, insisting that he also write a poem.

  "What a fine evening, what a wonderful person, what a beautiful melody, what a poetic gathering! Master Yu cannot help but write a poem, no matter what he writes, as long as it is poetry!"

  "Right, since today's poetry gathering is to celebrate the launch of the Zhenyuan ship, there must be poems, even if it's just writing 'yellow dog with white spots, white dog with boils' would do, otherwise it wouldn't give face to Miss Ruzi!"

  "Suddenly a beauty appears, what a mistake! Master Yu must write a poem for Miss Rong even if it's just for her sake!"

  Yu Guozhen had just said that he wouldn't write poetry, but these scholars wouldn't let him off the hook. Liu Ruzi couldn't help but step forward and say: "Let me write the poem for Master Yu..."

  The more she wanted to maintain Yu Guozhen, the more those scholars came on strong. One of them, surnamed Xiao, shouted the loudest: "How can writing poetry be a substitute? If writing poetry could be substituted, then wouldn't entering the bridal chamber also be something that could be substituted for? I, Xiao, am not talented, but I'm willing to substitute for Master Yu in entering the bridal chamber, hahaha..."

  After a few cups of yellow soup, the scholar's arrogant expression was fully revealed. Yu Guozhen looked at him calmly and met his gaze, while the scholar's smile on his face did not diminish: "Mr. Yu has forgotten my name, I am surnamed Xiao, named Guang, courtesy name Bolang, a student under the former Minister of Rites, Mr. Qian, from Donglin!"

  As he spoke, with a flick of his wrist, he opened up a folding fan in his hand and gently waved it in front of his chest, as if the endless breeze was all on him.

  "Donglin Party." Yu Guozhen said in a low voice and slowly shook his head.

  "What, does Master Yu look down on us people from Donglin?" Xiao Guang didn't hesitate to give Yu Guozhen a hat: "Could it be that Master Yu is a remnant of the eunuch party? Yes, yes, the remnants of the eunuch party are all unlearned and unskilled, and they do have some similarities with Master Yu!"

  Such sharp words made Cai's mother change color, and Liu Ruyi's powdered cheek also sank.

  She knew that Yu Guozhen and Fang Yizhi had a good relationship, and also had a spiritual connection with Zhang Pu and Chen Zilong of the Fushe, how could he be a eunuch party!

  "It seems that none of you are welcoming me today." Yu Guozhen's expression was calm and collected, he glanced at these scholars, these were the Donglin Party, the Donglin Party that had once been so attentive to his every word.

  "If you are a remnant of the eunuch party, then naturally no one will welcome you. Not only will no one welcome you, but everyone will want to kill you!" Xiao Guang said with a cold smile.

  "You!" Liu Ruo was about to speak again, but Yu Guozhen stretched out his hand to stop him.

  Xiao Guang saw this scene, and his heart was even more jealous. However, he also knew that he had done something excessive, not only did he fail to attract Liu Ruzi's attention, but it had the opposite effect. So he pretended to be calm and said: "Of course, if you can write poetry, then you are not a remnant of the eunuch party!"

  "Good heavens, today is a grand day for our gathering hall, why mention such depressing things..."

  Mrs. Cai saw that things were not going well and could only open her mouth to persuade, while secretly calling out in distress in her heart, she really didn't think it was a good idea to keep Yu Guozhen here!

  Yu Guozhen sighed and spoke softly to Liu Rushi: "Miss Rushi, since we've traveled together on the same boat, I don't have anything to give you. Aunt Cai, please lend me a pen and paper."

  In this painting boat, of course, there is no lack of paper and pen. Mrs. Cai moved it to Yu Guozhen's face, those scholars' expressions were all awkward smiles, thinking that this rural boy was forced by the crowd and could only make a fool of himself.

  Yu Guozhen picked up his pen and wrote it down on paper, saying as he wrote: "I'm a man of no learning or talent, I don't understand poetry, but I once heard someone sing a song that I thought was quite good, so today I'll write it down and give it to Miss Rushi."

  Liu Ruo Xi sat beside him, her face turned to watch as he wrote with his brush. Yu Guo Zhen's calligraphy was something he had practiced in his past life, and although it wasn't the work of a famous master, it was still quite impressive. Liu Ruo Xi watched intently as line after line of cursive script flowed from Yu Guo Zhen's brush, and when she saw the final sentence, her expression suddenly changed, and for a moment, she was stunned into silence.

  After putting down his brush, Yu Guozhen smiled slightly and got up. Without saying goodbye, he walked out of the painting boat. At this time, the boat had not yet left the shore, and he jumped onto the dock in a few steps. Gao Erzhu had been waiting impatiently and immediately came forward: "Young master, shall we go back?"

  Yu Guozhen nodded, but his pace was not too urgent.

  "What did the young master lose?" asked Gao Erzhu.

  "Hehe, I've lost something."

  "Then I'll go find it!"

  "No need, she will come by herself."

  They were talking to each other on the painted barge, and Liu Ruyu, who had been holding a paper and lowering her head without speaking, suddenly stood up.

  "Is that so, Miss? What kind of village poem did that commoner write? Now that he's not here, there's no need for you to give him any face, is there?" Xiao Guang said, seeing that Liu Ruo Xi's expression was calm, and thinking that her previous demeanor was forced.

  Yu Gongzi wrote a poem in the style of "Huan Xi Sha". Liu Ruo said calmly: "The remaining snow shines brightly on the cold screen. The fallen plum blossoms have been horizontal for three watches, and there is no one else under the moonlight. I am a melancholic guest in this world, what makes you shed tears so freely? In the midst of heartbreaking sounds, I recall my past life."

  After finishing the poem "Huan Xi Sha", the smiles on the faces of all the scholars in the room froze, just like the temperature in the painting boat dropped to freezing point in an instant, freezing them all. Even the sound of breathing stopped, Liu Jingting raised his head in surprise, Cai's mother's chin almost fell off, and Liu Ruo's face radiated a strange glow.

  These scholars were capable of writing poetry and ci, but in the city of Jinling they were only second or third-rate literati, with some small reputation. The poems they had just written were not their most accomplished works, and compared to this tune "Huan Xi Sha", they fell short by at least two or three levels.

  Especially the sentence "I am a traveler in the world, I know what makes you cry" makes everyone speechless. Even if you want to pretend to be innocent and say that this poem is not good, how can you say it in front of such a sentence?

  This phrase was naturally copied by Yu Guozhen, and he himself just said that he remembered it after hearing someone else sing it. After a silence of about the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, Xiao Guang said very unnaturally: "This phrase... this phrase should be written by some hermit master, and wasn't it heard by Yu Mouren? He himself just admitted it, didn't he?"

  "It's indeed indeed, if it wasn't plagiarized, with his stupid and clumsy appearance, how could he have written such good lyrics?" Another person immediately echoed.

  How can these scholars not be utterly disheartened? In front of Yu Guozhen, they originally had only one thing to be proud of, which was their so-called literary elegance. But in the realm of poetry and literature, they were completely suppressed by Yu Guozhen. Under normal circumstances, it would have been tolerable, but this was on a painted boat on the Qinhuai River, with Liu Jingting also present! With Liu Jingting's big mouth, within two or three days, this matter will likely spread throughout the entire city of Jinling!

  "Just like the song Miss Liu just sang, that's truly a masterpiece of elegance and refinement. That Yu person may have copied this poem 'Huan Xi Sha', but he can't come up with something as good as that. Don't you all agree?" Xiao Guang felt it was necessary to redeem himself in Liu's eyes, so he slightly flattered her again.

  In his opinion, Liu Ruyu was the one who could create such a melody, and no one else. The fresh melody and new lyrics could only be created by a singer who is proficient in quyi or a true master of words and music. In short, it had nothing to do with Yu Guozhen, that rustic rich man.

  Liu Ruyi looked at him and smiled slightly.

  Xiao Guang thought he had won the beauty's favor, and his previous words had indeed flattered her successfully. Perhaps tonight he could become the beauty's intimate guest...

  Then he heard Liu Ruzi say: "That song was written by Yu Gongzi on the boat when we came from Suzhou, and it was given to me."

  Astonished.

  Xiao Guang's face turned into a ripe eggplant in an instant, how is this possible? That melody is more suitable for Liu Ruzi, how can it be written by Yu Guozhen, that rustic villager!

  "That... That must be what he heard people singing in Suzhou Prefecture, haha, haha." He said with a dry laugh.

  "I lived in Suzhou Wujiang for over ten years, and never heard anyone sing it, until Master Yu taught me that tune." Liu Ruzi said with a hint of a smile.

  "What's the big deal, he's just a eunuch leftover. If you're smart, girl, you'd better stay away from him!" At this point, Xiao Guang was truly enraged, not even bothering to try to please the beauty, and said menacingly: "If people find out that you're on good terms with a eunuch leftover, in this Jinling City by the Qinhuai River, you'll be lucky if you can take a single step!"

  "When I first met Mr. Yu in Wujiang, I saw with my own eyes that Mr. Yu and Mr. Zhang Yu of the Fushe Western Brightness were chatting very happily, and Mr. Chen Wozu of the Fushe was extremely admiring of Mr. Yu in his letters, while Fang Mizi from Tongcheng even addressed Mr. Yu as a brother - could it be that these three are also remnants of the eunuch party?!" When Liu Ruzi heard him, he became furious and wanted to slander Yu Guozhen's reputation without regard for anything, so he said bluntly: "Tomorrow I will tell others that Mr. Xiao Guang and Mr. Xiao Bolang from Jinling said that the Fushe scholars are remnants of the eunuch party!"

  As soon as these words came out, the astonishment of the whole room turned into horror!

  Donglin and Fushe have a very close relationship, and Fushe has always regarded itself as the successor to Donglin. Xiao Guang claimed to be a member of the Donglin Party, but in reality, he was only able to do so because he was a disciple of Qian Yiben. Compared to the true members of Fushe, he was far inferior in both literary and political reputation!

  They had long wanted to join the Fu She, but had never had the opportunity. If the various sons of the Fu She were to find out that they had attacked the Fu She as the remnants of the eunuch party, I fear that even in a place as large as Jinling and with as many scholars as Shilin, there would no longer be any room for them!

  Liu Ruyi watched as Xiao Guang's face turned from a deep purple to a dull gray, and she felt a thrill of excitement mixed with disgust. This guy was the kind of talented hero she used to admire, but now she realized how blind she had been!

  As she thought of this, she looked out the window of the painting boat and happened to see Yu Guozhen's back. She didn't know where the strength came from, but she lifted her skirt and ran quickly outside. Cai Mama saw her running like this and called out to her, but she didn't even turn her head back, and Cai Mama shook her head with a bitter smile.

  Just then, Liu Jingting, who had been watching from the sidelines, lightly clapped his hands: "Good, good, I have a new story to tell!"

  Xiao Guangdeng's eyes rolled up, and he foamed at the mouth. His whole body fell backwards.

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