Yu Shinan is seventy years old and has a very kind and elegant face. He looks like a kind old man. As soon as he enters the door, he observes Du Xiang's child. He thinks that he is good. Although he is from a country merchant, his outfit is not very vulgar, but he is still a little bit of literary. It's good.

Qin Huaidao next to him saluted and asked, "Master Yu, do you say there will be a poetry meeting in Qujiangchi in five days? Why don't the students know about this?"

Yu Shinan once taught in the Hongwenguan in the palace. These princes were all students of the Hongwenguan, so he gave teachers' tribute to Old Man Yu.

"This matter was decided today. It is said that it was the suggestion of Changsun Chong, the son of the Duke of Qi. His Majesty Long Yan was very happy and immediately issued an instruction. Du Shaoqing, who had diagnosed the queen with illness, also attended the poetry meeting.

The Empress is grateful to Du Shaoqing for saving her life. I am afraid that Du Shaoqing will have difficulty in dealing with it at that time, so she will write a book for me to take a look."

Qin Huaidao and Du Shaoqing looked at each other, and they realized in an instant that it was Changsun Chong who was the one who was doing it. This revenge came so quickly.

After understanding the old man's words, Du Shaoqing said: "This, Mr. Yu, right? Can I not participate in that poetry meeting? I know nothing about poetry and lyrics. I am a doctor and have not even passed the scholar."

Yu Shinan smiled slightly: "You kid is polite. It's okay to call me a teacher. I've heard about you one or two.

Du Xiang is the pillar of our Tang Dynasty, with unparalleled talents in the world. He protects the King of Qin to plan the battlefield and assists the wise king in governing the country..."

A classical Chinese version of Du Shaoqing was stunned. After Yu Shinan stopped, Du Shaoqing asked weakly: "Dare you ask Teacher Yu, can you translate your great thesis into vernacular? Students are not good at classical Chinese. Although they have learned some of them before, they are all ancient medical books and ancient books. They don't understand such elegant words."

Yu Shinan was choked, and Qin Huaidao next to him pushed Du Shaoqing and explained in a low voice: "It means that Du Xiang is so capable, but unfortunately he died young and did not leave any talent to you, otherwise you would not have been so mediocre and ignorant."

Puff, Du Shaoqing complained in his heart, doesn’t this mean that I am old-fashioned and uneducated?

"This, the Queen only said that you failed three times and lacked talent, but she didn't say that you didn't even understand the most ordinary words. How do you teach this? I'm going to be nice to your father. To be honest, I know the entanglement between you and Changsun Chong.

Saving your face means saving the face of old friend Keming. I wanted to teach you to write a few simple poems that can be handled, but now it seems that it is difficult."

Yu Shinan spread his hands and felt worried. Although he was a well-known Confucian scholar in the Tang Dynasty and had countless students, he could not teach a novice within five days, even if Confucius was resurrected.

Qin Huaidao patted Du Shaoqing on the shoulder and comforted him: "Forget it, brother, let's go and tell His Majesty that we want to heal our father's wounds and have no time to attend this Lao Shizi poetry meeting. Knowing that this is a Hongmen Banquet, why should we deliver it to our door and let others slap in the face?"

Du Shaoqing knew very well that Emperor Li Er must have stood by Changsun Chong this time, otherwise he would not have helped him to join him, and Changsun Chong would definitely not only have this trick.

Sure enough, at this moment, the butler of the Qin Mansion came with a dressed man.

"Mr. Du, someone is here to find you, I've brought it here."

The servant respectfully stepped forward and handed over a post, saying loudly: "My son, Changsun Chong, is known as the famous Divine Doctor Du, who has been famous for a long time in Chang'an. I know that the genius doctor is unparalleled in his talent and knowledge, and my son admires it very much.

Five days later, there was a grand poetry meeting in Qujiangchi, Chang'an. My young master intended to make friends with Dr. Du through literature, and a villain special fate gave this post."

Then the man said, "On the way here, the villain accidentally said something. When the people of Chang'an heard about such a blessing, they cheered and shouted that Dr. Du could show his talents and let everyone feast their eyes. Doctor, you can't let the people down."

Okay, this guy is so fond of words and ruthless, he wants to be praised. If Du Shaoqing is afraid of fighting, he will definitely be spread again, saying that he is afraid of Changsun Chong and becomes a turtle with a head-shrinking, and he will not be able to go out in the future.

Qin Huaidao's face turned cold: "Hmph, sharp-tongued, you will have any kind of master, the book boy, the housekeeper, and you will be beaten me."

Du Shaoqing reached out to stop him, "Brother Qin, there is no need to do this. It's just a poetry meeting. It's impolite to come and not behave. Go back and tell your son that I will send someone to speak, and say that Changsun Chong and I, Du Shaoqing, made a bet. If he loses to me, Du Shaoqing that day, he, Changsun Chong, is willing to grind the attendant and become a scholar for me from now on."

"You...what are you? You deserve it..."

Before the servant finished speaking, Du Shaoqing slapped him in the face, "You can spread rumors to me. It's not too much for me to say a few words to your young master."

The servant was thrust into a bleeding mouth, and he ran away with resentment, covering his mouth and his face full of resentment. Du Shaoqing did not send anyone to spread any rumors at all, but Changsun Chong could not lose this bet. His servant must have been instructed by him to spread rumors on the way. Du Shaoqing would be polite to such a villain.

"Hey, your child is not as calm as a father. You can make an impulse covenant with just a word from your opponent. Do you have to show your courage even if you know you will lose?" Yu Shinan scolded.

Du Shaoqing smiled and said, "Teacher Yu, what you heard, I only said that he lost and became a book boy for me, but I didn't say that I lost and became a book boy for him. Besides, I may not lose."

"It's useless, play word games with him? His Majesty asked the emperor and his ministers to have fun with him on the poetry meeting. Word games are not allowed to play children like this.

You don’t even know how to speak, so where can you win the confidence of others?” Yu Shinan asked with a wry smile.

Hearing this, Du Shaoqing smiled mysteriously and said, "Teacher Yu, it is true that students can't speak, but they didn't say they can't do poetry."

"You, you kid is talking nonsense, don't know the words, and you still write poems? I'm afraid you can't tell the difference between the tone. OK, without outsiders, you don't have to show off." Old man Yu just didn't believe it, and persuaded him kindly like an elder.

"Isn't it just 'pingping ze pingping ze ..." This is simple, which may be compared to poetry students who cannot beat a great scholar like Teacher Yu, but how literary is Changsun Chong's belly? He can't handle it if the student takes out one-tenth of the poems in his belly."

Du Shaoqing was full of confidence and his history was not good. But thanks to nine years of compulsory education and three years of college entrance examination career, he could not recite all three hundred Tang poems by himself, but there were probably not less than a hundred poems that were required to be memorized in the school. In addition, the electives liked it, a small poetry meeting. I can’t write poems, but I can’t recite poems? Changsun Chong, you have to stretch your head and let me slap in the face, of course I can’t be polite.

"Oh? You actually know the level and tone? Haha, it's not bad, it's not too much. Let's take a look at it by writing a poem." Yu Shinan said.

Du Shaoqing groped his chin and stared at the old man up and down, and asked, "Before writing poetry, the students had a problem that was puzzled. Teacher, although it is not the dog days of summer now, it is also hot. Isn't your Confucian uniform with wide robe and big sleeves hot? Is it for the convenience of sweating?"

Yu Shinan: "I..."
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