"Pen and ink waiting~"

Zhang Ruoxu had a smile on his face.

He understands that this is a good opportunity for him to make a name for himself.

If you can become famous, you will be a celebrity in Chang'an City.

celebrities, it's easier to make money.

picked up the pen and wrote slowly.

Yu Shinan stood beside him, frowning slightly.

Then, read along: "Jinshan Temple"

"The tide pours with the dark waves and snowy mountains."

"Fishing boats and fishing moonlight."

"The bridge is small to the temple gate."

"The threshold is a spring, and the stone wave is clear."

"The green trees are all over the place."

"The haze is red and the sun is sunny at night."

"Look at the clouds and water on all sides."

"Bifeng thousand points of gulls light."

"Good poetry, good poetry." Yu Shinan couldn't help but open his mouth and said, "I didn't expect Zhonghou to be an expert in this way!" ”

"Lottery, lottery!" Liu Ru couldn't help but cheer.

"Loyalty, sure enough, there are poems and books in the belly!" Chu Zhuliang stroked his beard and said with a smile.

"It's a good Bifeng thousand points gull." Ouyang Xun said with a smile: "Jinshan Temple, I've been there. ”

"This son is talented." Li Baiyao said with a smile.

"Uncle, uncles, why don't you try to read it the other way around?" Zhang Ruoxu raised his eyebrows, a little proud in his heart.

Today, I want you to know what poetry is!

I will defeat you with 5,000 years of Chinese culture!

"Oh?" Yu Shinan had some doubts on his face, and then tried to read it: "The light gull counts the thousand peaks." ”

"The water meets the clouds and looks far away."

"The sunset is red and hazy."

"The trees of the Xiaotian River are green."

"Qingbo Shiyan Spring is the threshold."

"Trail Songmonji Temple to the bridge."

"The bright moon fishing boat fishing far away."

"The snow waves of the mountains follow the tide."

"It's not one poem, it's two." Yu Shinan was shocked, not expecting that poetry could be done like this.

It's incredible.

"This son is also a great talent." Li Baiyao couldn't help but open his mouth and praised.

Zhang Ruoxu smiled proudly.

This palindromic poem is the proud work of the great writer Su Dongpo, how can it be bad?

Wow you guys, right?

"Tomorrow, this poem will spread throughout Chang'an City." Chu Zhuliang said, with excitement on his face.

"But this word still needs to be practiced." Ouyang Xun said.

Things gather like and people are grouped.

The friends of this group of calligraphers are also calligraphers.

Therefore, when I saw Zhang Ruoxu's words, I couldn't help but speak.

"Well, Zhonghou, you have to practice the calligraphy and write it well, so it will be even better." Yu Shinan said with a smile.

"How can we have such good poetry to ourselves? It should be shared by all the men outside. Liu Ru said with a smile.

"It's better to be alone than to be happy." Yu Shinan nodded.

And then.

A little maid sent the two poems she had written out the door.

"Someone came out."

"I don't know who wrote the poem, but it was able to attract Liu Shuju to come to the door in person."

"Come to think of it, it should be a Baume & Mercier."

“……”

"Listen, tonight's masterpiece is written by Zhang Zhonghou and Zhang Langjun, and his poems are ...... three times" The maid beside Liu Ru read Zhang Ruoxu's poems aloud.

Win a round of applause.

Then, the people chatted in the room.

Liu Ru played the pipa and sang the poems copied by Zhang Ruoxu.

It's peaceful.

Pity.

Nothing happened.

drank and talked about poetry all night, and Zhang Ruoxu and Xu Ang spent most of their time watching from the side.

What about the guests who said they would be able to enter the curtain?

What is the value of a good Spring Festival?

None of the farts happened.

Just watched a few old bangzicai kneel and lick the little girl.

Beasts!

In the end, you must have nothing!

Finally.

Next.

Zhang Ruoxu and Xu Ang got on the ox cart.

Slowly leave the Chunfeng Building.

Zhang Ruoxu just wanted to go back and get a good night's sleep.

"Brother Xian, I really didn't expect you to be so talented." Xu Ang looked at the drowsy Zhang Ruoxu and couldn't help but speak.

There was some jealousy in his eyes.

Why?

You're big, shouldn't you be a reckless man who only knows how to fight?

Why is it possible to make such beautiful verses?

How unjust God is!

Hearing Xu Ang's sour words, Zhang Ruoxu's eyes couldn't help but show a hint of joy.

Business is coming to the door.

"Brother Xu, in fact, you can also be a merry man." Zhang Ruoxu said with a smile, he was originally tossed and drowsy all night, but he suddenly became energetic.

"Me? No, no, although I have learned five cars, but this way of poetry is not my strength. Xu Ang shook his head.

"Hey, my brother said so, and he took a detour." Zhang Ruoxu said with a smile: "Brother should take a long-term view. ”

"Please also ask the virtuous brother for some advice." Xu Ang's face was full of puzzlement.

"There is nothing in this world that money can't buy, and money can't buy because you don't give enough money." Zhang Ruoxu said.

Xu Ang was taken aback and said, "Brother Xian means that you paid for these poems?" ”

"Of course not, I made it myself, but my brother wants it, and I can sell it to my brother." Zhang Ruoxu said, when he looked at Xu Ang, he suddenly felt that this was a big treasury.

Gotta catch it!

Xu Ang couldn't help but pause, and then said a little anxiously: "Brother Xian, how can this poetry and song be sold indiscriminately?" This is insulting to Sven, insulting to Sven! ”

Quite angry.

The ancient literati still had a lot of respect for culture.

"How can we be considered insulting to Sven?" Zhang Ruoxu looked at Xu Ang with a smile and said, "Don't you want to be famous in Chang'an?" ”

"This ......" Xu Ang couldn't help but be moved.

If he can become famous in Chang'an City, wouldn't Liu Shuju be in his bag?

As long as you can make a poem, you don't have to pay for visiting the building in the future.

Face doubled.

"That'...... So what is the price of this poem? Xu Ang asked in a low voice.

"Everything in the world has its own value, even if it is a lump of dung on the road, it is valuable." Zhang Ruoxu said with a smile: "This poem is an elegant thing, an elegant thing, naturally the more money, the better." ”