With such a family background, he can still call Ji Zhan the word. Even if this old man is not famous, Shen Zhezi dared not neglect it. He bowed and replied: "The teacher is highly rewarded and praised. The boy dared not use this as a self-dedicated beauty. He works hard to make the best efforts to make the name and reality match."

Hearing Shen Zhezi's answer, the old man Ding Wei couldn't help but stroke his beard and laughed, pointing at Shen Zhezi and said, "The boy looks like his face is moist and clear, and there are already thorns in his heart. No wonder Ji Siyuan wants to accept you as his disciple when he dies. It makes people have no gaps to take advantage of. It turns out that he is a rare disciple."

Hearing the old man bluntly saying that he was scheming, Shen Zhezi pondered for a moment, and was not in a hurry to refute it, but said: "After all, I was not cautious enough, so that I would provoke evil slander and begged the elders to criticize them to block the mediocre."

The old man seemed to have lived in the garden for a long time, so he was not very sensitive to external news. After hearing this, he was a little surprised. When Ren Qiu whispered in his ear, he gradually showed a look of enlightenment. After pondering a little, he looked at Shen Zhezi again, and he waved to Shen Zhezi and said, "You sit beside me later. If you have any talent, you don't have to hide your shortcomings. If you really can't stand it, you don't have to go to the side to invite fame. Go back to Wuxing and study behind closed doors. Don't harm your teacher's lifelong reputation."

"But if you are talented, how could I, Wu Zhong Jiaer, be slandered by my son, how could I be worthy of the imperial princess? Although I don't have the reputation of your master, most of the people in Wu Zhong know about it, and I will justify you."

Although Shen Zhezi heard that the old man's tone was suspected of relying on his seniority, he was a rare old angry young man. He simply and roughly classified this matter as a regional conflict and was willing to speak out for the children of Wuzhong, and was also enthusiastic. But in the final analysis, he finally made this promise after seeing the face of his teacher Ji Zhan.

Hearing the old man Ding Wei's statement, Shen Peizhi and Ren Qiu were both happy. Ren Qiu's eyes turned and quickly called a servant to whisper a few words, and then the servant left in a hurry.

Ding Wei took this scene into his eyes, pointed at Ren Qiu and sighed: "If I had known that you were not willing to be indifferent, now it seems that this heart has a place to go. Although Liangyuan is good, it is not a place of long-term love!"

Even Ren Qiu was so wise that even though he was good at socializing, he still couldn't stand it. He just bowed to the old man and looked at him with mercy, and then looked sideways to observe Shen Zhezi's expression.

Shen Zhezi has gained some of the essence of acting skills. After hearing this, he was confused for a moment, and then he showed a hint of joy. He did not show that he had already understood the matter, leaving some room for reserve for Ren Qiu.

As the night became darker, people came here one after another. Ren Qiu used the name of the old man Ding Wei to promote it in the hidden garden, so more people came. After a while, even the owner of the park, Zhang Jikang, and Lushan Dayin Zhaizhuang, came together. Because there were too many guests and there were not enough people, many Han family members who listened to the scriptures in this garden were called as dispatches, which was exactly what Shen Zhezi wanted, and one of his plans was designed for this.

When everyone gathered, the old man Ding Wen stood up on the table with Shen Zhezi's hand and said to everyone: "Today, an interesting young man came to the garden. Let me introduce you to you. This one is Wu Xing, a disciple of Huarong. Recently, a young man in Wuzhong has gradually emerged. I believe you all have heard of it."

Shen Zhezi stood behind the old man Ding Wei and smiled and saluted everyone in the table. However, when these people heard Ding Wei's introduction, their reactions were different. Some were dissatisfied, some were quite surprised, and there were also those who frowned slightly.

However, Ding Wei ignored everyone's reaction and continued to smile: "Although my interests and Huarong are different, they are also friends of commoners, and his disciples are also my juniors. At present, this junior is criticized, so I want to justify his name here, so I invite you to come and see it as a witness. I also know that this matter involves many things, and you do not want to deal with many common things outside, so you live in this garden."

Speaking of this, he said to the servant standing next to him: "Let's turn off the lights and candles for a moment. Please do not want to do anything. You don't want to leave the scene first and do nothing. In the future, you don't have to be misled by the matter."

Seeing that the old man was so direct and unfair about his words and actions, Shen Zhezi couldn't help but feel a lot of favoritism for him. Of course, the premise is that the old man stood on his own side. If he was against each other, it would be hard to bear to meet someone with such a straightforward personality. It seems that the reason why this old man never served in his life is not only because of his embarrassing family background, it is probably related to his overly straightforward temper and has no scheming to play politics.

As the candle fire went out, slight friction between clothes and footsteps gradually sounded in the room, and some hermits were indeed unwilling to get involved in this muddy and muddy water.

When this voice gradually disappeared, Mr. Ding ordered the candle to light the candle again, not counting the number of people, but just letting people immediately remove the vacant seats.

Zhang Jikang, the owner of Zhang family, smiled and said on the table: "Mr. Ding is impatient and becomes more and more serious over time. We are only idle people in the mountains and fields. We are lucky enough to see the style of Wuzhong's latecomer. How can we make more criticisms?"

Ding Wei had just sat down, and when he heard this, his eyes rolled up and said unhappily: "I don't want to criticize you, why don't you leave the seat when the lights are turned off just now? I'm not like your father's legacy when you post this statement again."

Hearing this, Zhang Jikang couldn't help feeling a little embarrassed. He wanted to leave, but his position was so conspicuous and his identity was extremely special. How could he be like others to pat his butt and leave the seat? Is he shameless?

But when facing this old man with an old and stingy temperament, it is really difficult to have an attack. The old man's family background and seniority are there, which is one generation higher than his father Zhang Han. Although he has no Qingwang, he is always respected in Wuzhong. Zhang Jikang can only nod and receive education in front of him. He can only smile awkwardly and make up his mind to stop speaking.

"Why do you come to Yinyuan to invite fame? How can you show your talents and knowledge in front of others?"

Shen Zhezi was seeing Zhang Jikang being defeated by Ding Wei's style of relying on his seniority, but he didn't expect that it would be his turn to be embarrassed so soon. He was so straightforwardly asked to reveal his feelings, but it was difficult to answer for a while.

Ren Qiu smiled and said, "Zhezi Langjun is quite talented. His article "Jade Ban Fu" has been praised for a long time in Wuzhong, and it is a masterpiece for a while."

"Wen Fu?"

Hearing this, Ding Wei was slightly stunned, and then he felt a little embarrassed: "I am not very specialized in this..."

When everyone in the banquet heard this, someone couldn't help but laughed: "Ding Gong summoned me to support the backwards. It turned out that he was the one who was not a student. Only Ding Gong dared to do such a joke."

Ding Wei twisted his beard and pointed at the man who laughed at him and said, "I want to call you to wait in this way. If I can taste the advantages and disadvantages by myself, why should I spend this full meal again?"

He said to Shen Zhezi again: "No matter what talent, I will choose you to show your pride. Since you are here, you should have a slut. Don't be rude, start!"

Even if the old man stood on his side, Shen Zhezi was speechless by his straightforward words and was really incompetent. Elegant literary and essays always have to lay some preparations and warm up, and only when the atmosphere reaches its peak can the masterpiece be prepared. Such a straightforward, no matter how good literary and essays are, they must be slightly inferior to the beauty of artistic conception.

Fortunately, he was prepared and didn't have to be caught off guard. Yu stood up on the table and glanced in the hall. When he saw Zi Yu, the young man standing in the corner crying in the bamboo forest, nodded to him slightly. When the other person showed a puzzled look on his face, he smiled and said, "Today, I entered the garden and walked through the bamboo forest. When Mr. Zhai talked about "Rites" in the forest, he listened for a long time and benefited a lot."

Having said this, he turned to Zhai Zhuang's gaze and gave a deep bow. Zhai Zhuang nodded slightly on the table and responded, waiting for the boy's following.

"After Mr. Zhai left, he heard someone crying in the garden. He watched for a while and felt that he was moved. He wanted to write five words and ask all the officials to appreciate it."

Having said this, Shen Zhezi walked down the mat and walked slowly towards Zi Yu, a young man with a slightly nervous expression. He slowly chanted in his mouth: "The thread in the hands of the loving mother, the clothes of the wandering son. She sewed it tightly before leaving, and was afraid that she would return late. Who said that the heart of a grass can repay the three spring sunshine?"

After chanting, he stopped and said to everyone: "This is "The Song of a Wandering Son", which is very hard to write."

Some of them closed their eyes and savored them, while others gradually showed a hint of disappointment. As Shen Zhezi said, this poem "The Song of a Wanderer" does not contain a pile of lyrics and allusions, and the beautiful and elegant style of algae paintings. For those who are used to appreciating the current style of poetry and prose, it is indeed simple, not gorgeous enough, or elegant enough.

However, just as others were still pondering, the young man in the corner could no longer help but cover his face and cry, which immediately attracted everyone's eyes.

Ding Wei pointed at the crying young man on the table and said, "The Shen family man praised his mother, where are you sad?" This poem is straightforward and has no obscure and difficult allusions. He finally understood it, thinking a few words of praise, but was interrupted by this interruption, and his thinking was immediately blocked and therefore he was unhappy.

"Mr. Ding, please do not blame this brother. Today's work is due to the feelings he said in the forest."

Shen Zhezi smiled and explained, and invited the young man Ziyu to the hall.

It was the first time that the young man was watched by so many famous scholars in hermits. He was inevitably embarrassed for a while. The crying gradually faded, but it was still hard to suppress the sobs. He told Shen Zhezi intermittently and politely, and then he politely said: "Although I feel my heart, my mouth is hard to say. Today I feel ashamed of my son when I hear my husband's masterpiece. I will return home after tomorrow and serve as my mother and never travel far!"

When everyone in the hall listened to the story of the young man, they recalled the poem just now, and immediately had a deeper experience, and then their expression gradually became heavier. Zhai Zhuang said sighingly on the table: "The Book of Songs says that the virtue of repaying is so great that the sky is so vast. The kindness of parents is like the vast sky. Although the man in the Shen family has no lyrics, his emotions come out of his heart, and his rhyme is sweet and long, he has already obtained the essence of the ancient rhyme of the poem. Today, we may be grateful for it, and a thousand years later, we will list one or two idle names on this poem."

When Zhai Zhuang commented on the excellence of this poem, everyone was surprised, but after careful consideration, they did not feel any exaggeration. Filial piety is the basis of virtue. This poem is profound and timeless. It can be imagined that those who say filial piety in the future must say this poem, so they nodded and agreed.
Chapter completed!