Chapter 167: Sima Xiangru Song Award

Demon capital, Sima family!

Sima Qingchuan was still wearing a cheongsam, and was leisurely sipping tea at this time, and after putting down the tea bowl, he said,

"I didn't expect you to be much more powerful than I thought!"

The person sitting opposite Sima Qingchuan was naturally Tang and Song.

"What do you mean by that?" Tang Song was puzzled.

Inexplicably asked Tao Min to invite herself, and inexplicably said such a thing, what did she want to say?

"A trip to Lingnan shocked the entire archaeological community. Isn't that strong enough? Sima Qingchuan clicked the layer of window paper.

"I thought you were talking about something." Tang Song smiled, "That's just my luck." ”

Sima Qingchuan smiled, "According to what you say, you won't become the king of luck." Anything that comes to you will happen a miracle. Wait, how do you say that sentence, where there are Tang and Tang, there are god-like miracles and legends. Right? ”

"Ahh You're quietly following me too? "Tang Song really wanted to say, why don't I give me an autograph?

"Quietly?" Sima Qingchuan said with a smile, "Our Sima family doesn't need to be quiet when we do anything. ”

"Yes, yes, one of the three major families in the Demon Capital, this is hard!"

"You-" Sima Qingchuan got up, "Let's go, they're waiting for you!" ”

They?

Could it be that there is anyone else besides Sima Wen?

Who?

Tang Song asked suspiciously, "Who are they?" ”

"When you get there, you'll know!"

Burrow!

See the Burrow again!

In the wooden house, Sima Wen and Shi Nu Wei Zhengyi were reading words.

Tang and Song never expected that the poetry slave Wei Zhengyi would be here.

Seeing the look of surprise on Tang Song's face, Sima Wen opened his mouth and said, "I am an old friend with Lao Wei, are you so surprised?" ”

Surprise?

Be surprised!

This circle is too small!

"Small. Don't come back to see me. Do you have an opinion about me? Shi Nu Wei Zheng glared at Tang Song and said.

"I'm busy, I haven't had time to go yet!" Tang Song found a low-level reason for himself.

"Busy? What are you busy with? Shi Nu Wei Zhengyi deliberately made a look of thought, and then said, "Pickle girl? ”

Yes!

The dignified professor of the Demon Sect University, a geek in the field of poetry, and the image of a master in the eyes of everyone, actually opened his mouth to say the word pickle girl. Tang Song was very surprised.

He thought that he would like a king to ask his ministers, 'How many wives have you married?' When the ministers heard this, they felt the same way as he did now.

"Old Wei, how can you say that you are also a professor, why don't you have a little bit of restraint in this speech?" Sima Wen pointed to the right path.

"You dead horse, go aside!" Wei Zhengyi said indignantly.

Dead horses?

This Wei Zhengyi is too good, he dares to call the head of the Sima family, the three major families of the dignified demon capital, a dead horse. I'm afraid that this is the first in the entire demon capital.

"Old Wei, didn't we say okay, in front of Tang and Song, save me some face. You-you've backtracked! ”

Tang Song thinks, are these two old guys acting for themselves?

Could it be that he called himself here just to watch such a play?

Take a step back!

Take a step back!

Tang Song was ready to slip away. To be honest, if their play is good, it will be fine. But, it's so special—it's terrible.

"You want to go?" Seeing that Tang and Song were leaving, Sima Wen and Wei Zhengyi stopped arguing.

Some people have to disguise themselves when they reach a certain status, and they have to pay attention to their image.

Sima Wen is the head of the Sima family, and although he has rarely appeared in recent years, his words and deeds are also the attention of many people in the family.

As for Wei Zhengyi, in Modu University, that is the image of a teacher, and it must be maintained. Back at home, facing his tough wife, Wei Zhengyi had to listen to the dispatch again.

Like nowadays, there are fewer and fewer situations where you don't have any worries about being your true self, arguing with old friends, and being like a child.

"If you want to go, you can do it, write this painting for the old man and then leave!"

Tang and Song didn't know why, the painting of his own character that was auctioned by Wine and Meat in the Angel Auction House, that is, the "Little Stone Pond Story" written by himself when he was fighting with Master Yiqing, actually fell into the hands of Sima Wen.

"The Story of Little Stone Pond" plus the "Burrow Inscription" written in this wooden house when the Tang and Song dynasties met Sima Wen for the first time before, add up, Sima Wen has two ink treasures of the Tang and Song dynasties in his hands.

And Wei Zhengyi didn't have any. immediately quit, so he invited Tang and Song.

Tang and Song couldn't help it, besides, writing a word was not a big deal, so he picked up the pen and wrote.

In the Burrow inscription, the Burrow inscription was naturally written.

After possessing the Mobao of the Tang and Song Dynasties, Wei Zhengyi was suddenly overjoyed.

"Dead horse, now talk about you." Looking at the ink treasure of the Tang and Song dynasties, Wei Zheng said these words with a wave of his hand.

Sima Wen didn't go around the bend, but cut straight to the point, "Tang and Song Dynasty, our Sima family particularly admires singing, I think you should know." ”

"Yes!" Who made your ancestors have a Sima Xiangru?

"So, Sima Xiangru Song Award, have you heard of it?" Sima Wen stared at Tang Song and asked.

The Sima Xiangru Song Award is funded by the Sima family and held every three years. The original intention of this award is very simple, that is, to promote the body of song and inherit classical culture.

Of course, the Sima family still has a little selfishness, that is, they hope that the winner of the crown in that year can complete the ancestor's "Shanglin Fu".

Although it is said that the appearance of the Tang and Song dynasties fulfilled Sima Wen's long-cherished wish.

However, according to the usual practice, the Sima Xiangru Song Award, which is held every three years, is about to start again.

In the past, Wei Zhengyi was undoubtedly a judge, and he would also invite the Poetry Association, the Writers Association, the Calligraphy Association and others to be judges.

And this year's Sima Wen and Wei Zhengyi's opinions are very unanimous, that is, to invite Tang Song to also be judges.

"I can't, can I?" Tang Song blinked and said.

"You can't, if you can't, no one in the world will do it. Being able to fill in the land of "Shanglin Fu" so perfectly proves everything! Wei Zhengyi's voice has obviously improved a lot.

Sima Wen nodded, "That's right." Invite those people, just to act as a skin, and where do they know how to sing. Tang and Song, don't shirk it. You're the judge! ”

"That's right. It's done! "Wei Zhengyi has already rolled up the ink treasure of the Tang and Song dynasties. He's going to hold it and keep it in his hand all the time, in case the dead horse regulates himself or ......

Then I ran away in vain. Wei Zhengyi had already thought about it, and when he returned home, he would collect this ink treasure and pass it on as a family heirloom from generation to generation.

"In that case, then I won't shirk it." Tang Song smiled strangely, staring at Sima Wen and Wei Zheng in front of him, "I think, this is the real purpose of you asking me to come." ”

When Sima Wen and Wei Zheng heard this, they both laughed.

Immediately afterwards, the three of them explored the art of calligraphy for a while.

At the end, Wei Zhengyi stared at Tang Song as if he remembered something, and said,

"I heard that you're going to publish a new book again?"

Tang Song nodded. I want to publish a new book, and I haven't announced it yet. Wei Zhengyi must have gotten the news from Murong Shuying. This Murong Shuying is really not interesting enough, she should really squeeze her ass a few times as punishment.

"What's the new book? I'm very interested! When Sima Wen heard this, his interest soared, and he interjected.

"It's a children's novel." Tang Song smiled, "I don't think you're very interested. ”

The granddaughters of the Sima family are as old as themselves, will they still be interested in children?

Naturally not.

At least that's what Tang and Song think.

"Whoever said it, as long as it's your work, I'm interested!" Sima Wen smiled heartily and patted his chest and said.

"Okay, I'll send you two copies when they're published."

"I'll wait!"

"And me!" Wei Zhengyi added.

"Good, good!"

Sitting in the Rolls-Royce car, Tang Song was discussing with Tao Min what woman is most liked about boring topics, when his mobile phone rang.

It was Qin Hui who called.

Qin Hui is now the president of the Beijing Publishing House, of course, he knows that all this is due to Tang and Song, so after receiving a call from Tang Song, he flew to the magic capital.

"I'm here!" Qin Hui's voice came from the phone.

"Okay, I'll pick you up now!" After hanging up the phone, Tang Song smiled at Tao Min, who was driving, and said, "That, do me a favor and pick someone up at the airport." ”

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Thanks to the Samnok brothers for the monthly pass, I won't say anything......