Chapter 014: A Singing and a Gambling Game (2)

After writing, Zhang Xuan handed over the poem to the little guy next to him, but it didn't end up. Instead, he continued to write at the desk, and everyone was taken aback. Even the little guy was very surprised, and said in his heart that it would be good if this prodigal son of the Zhang family could write a poem, how could he still ......

The second poem was completed, but Zhang Xuan still did not end. After a little deep groaning, he continued to write.

As a result, the original laughter, whispering and heavy breathing on the field were swept away, and more than 100 incredible eyes were projected on Zhang Xuan's upright back, and an extremely strange feeling floated in his heart.

Finally, Zhang Xuan smiled loudly, put the pen down, and stood up.

The little maid presented the three Yongliu poems with the same title written by Zhang Xuan during the tea time and handed them over to Yang Qian.

Yang Jian took it curiously, glanced at it, and then said loudly-

"Fold Jiang Liu, and Cui Huan - hurt to see Qujiang Yang Liuchun, one fold and one again. This year, I will also fold last year, and I will not send last year away from others. ”

After Yang Jian finished reciting, the field suddenly became silent.

They are all scribes, so how can they not know the goods?

Zhang Xuan's poem is extremely clever, not only to the point, but also deliberately close to the artistic conception of Cui Huan's Yongliu poem, which is more difficult than Cui Huan.

How is this possible? Is this gentleman really making a masterpiece? Most people couldn't accept it for a while, if the author of this poem was not Zhang Xuan, I am afraid that the audience would have erupted in thunderous applause or applause.

Cui Huan's lips trembled, and he suddenly looked up at Zhang Xuan, and saw Zhang Xuan looking back at him with a smile, and couldn't help but stay there.

He wasn't jealous, he was shocked. is also sad and parting, Yongliu sends affection, but Zhang Xuan's poem is stronger than his in terms of intention and discipline - when did this prodigal son have such talent?

Xiao Fu and Chen He were also a little surprised, but they still pouted disapprerovitly, thinking that it was just a fluke that the blind cat touched the dead mouse.

The disgrace of Chang'an's prodigal son is not "cast" in a day, and if you want to become famous, it is far from enough to rely on a poem.

Qiu Wei and Wang Wei glanced at each other, and they both read the surprise in each other's eyes.

Mrs. Yu Guo waved her hand impatiently, "Third brother, continue to read, aren't there still two poems?" ”

Yang Jian coughed dryly twice, and continued to recite——

"The willows on the embankment, and Xiao Fu - curling on the side of the ancient embankment, green and green with smoke. If it is continuous, keep the tie boat. ”

After Yang Jian finished reciting, Qiu Wei couldn't help but applaud anymore, "Wonderful, wonderful!" Although this poem does not deviate from the old purpose, it is novel in conception, clever in wording, strange in imagination and appropriate to the situation, which is refreshing. ”

"On both sides of the ancient embankment of the Qujiang River, weeping willows are in rows, ladies are curling and tingting, and there are two lines of tears." Wang Wei, who has been silent, also opened his mouth and praised, "A tree of smoke is wonderful." The little brother of the Zhang family has a novel poem and can be called a superior work. ”

Wang Wei rarely praised the poems of young scholars publicly, and many scholars came to the door with poetry collections and pleaded for several days, but he could not get him open. But today he opened the golden mouth for Zhang Xuan, which is to affirm the quality of Zhang Xuan's poems today, and Wang Wei's attitude directly affects the attitude of many scholars.

Therefore, the appreciative evaluation of the two celebrities gradually aroused the same feelings of the scholars on and off the field, and slowly there was a little applause.

Of course, more people remained silent, casting unbelievable eyes on Zhang Xuan's body.

"Yi Jiangliu, and Chen He - powerless to shake the wind and dawn new, and the thin waist seems to be jealous. The green shade is not covered with the water of the causeway, and the golden spike first welcomes the spring of the garden. A few sad places have a long way, and a branch and rain send off the dust. There are many partings outside the east gate, and the people of the morning and twilight are saddened. ”

Yang Jian finished reciting Zhang Xuan's last poem again, turned back to Mrs. Yu Guo and sighed, "Third sister, they all say that this nine-year-old young son is prodigal and unskilled, but when I see it today, I know that it is a rumor and I don't believe it. Zhang Xuan's three poems are all excellent works, so talented, buried for a long time......"

"It's good, it's good." Mrs. Yu Guo smiled strangely, red light flowed on her charming face, and she turned her head to stare at Zhang Xuan, who was walking slowly, her eyes flashing with a certain blurred brilliance.

Cui Huan and the three of them looked at each other, and their faces turned red.

The three of them are known as the three talents of Chang'an, and they are the leaders among the young talents of Chang'an. Today's poetry meeting is even more in the limelight, but unexpectedly, this Zhang Xuan in front of him was born, and with the peerless talent of the three poems and the three masters, the names of the three were immediately suppressed. And afterwards, it will inevitably leave a good story that has been sung for a long time in the Chang'an literary circle.

Cui Huan felt a little relieved at the moment. Since Zhang Xuan is a real talent, his marriage contract with Cui Ying's sister should be maintained...... It's just that Zhang Huan, the son of the Zhang family, committed a big crime, the future of the Zhang family is uncertain, and it is really difficult to say whether the family is willing to marry Cui Ying to Zhang Xuan.

"Three poems and three masters, it's really a good story." Qiu Wei and Wang Wei looked at each other, and said loudly, "Mr. Zishou has a successor, and I am glad to congratulate him." ”

Qiu Wei and Wang Wei are both Zhang Jiuling's juniors, and they have always admired and respected Zhang Jiuling's official virtue and fame.

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"There are many partings outside the East Gate, and I am sad to kill the people of the morning and twilight." Cui Ying muttered outside the venue, a certain brilliance in her eyes became more and more abundant, and she inexplicably gave birth to a little joy in her heart, and a little melancholy, "Who are you parting for, and for whom are you thinking endlessly?" ”

"Miss, it's all rumors that kill people, who said that the third son of the Zhang family doesn't learn and can't learn, as soon as these three poems come out, even Mr. Maha is amazed......" The maid beside Cui Ying interjected softly.

Cui Ying didn't answer, but looked up at Zhang Xuan, who was still light and breezy in the field, and sighed faintly in her heart: "Three poems and three masters, the talent is peerless. Could it be that Zhang Xuan's past prodigal reputation is really caused by rumors? ”

The servant Zhang Zhang stood on the outskirts of the crowd dumbfounded, unable to utter a word. He couldn't figure it out with his simple brain, how could his own prodigal third son, who didn't learn and didn't know how to do it, become a great talent?

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The more Mrs. Qiu Guo looked, the more she felt that Zhang Xuan's face was like a crown of jade, and her figure was tall and extraordinary, and the more she looked at it, the more pleasing it was to the eye, far better than Cui Huan, Xiao Fu, Chen He, and the others. Come and take a seat for the little brother of the Zhang family. ”

"Thank you, ma'am." Zhang Xuan bowed, got up and turned his head to look at Xu Wenbin, who was standing there awkwardly on the other side, and smiled loudly, "Second son Xu, the bet between you and me is over, what else do you have to say?" ”

Mrs. Qiu Guo laughed insolently when she heard this, "By the way, there is a slave family as proof, and you will never succeed if you want to play a fool of the Xu family." Come on, apologize to the little brother of the Zhang family in person, and fulfill the gambling contract. ”

Xu Wenbin's face was as pale as dirt. He didn't expect that Zhang Xuan would really have an amazing genius, and he didn't expect that Zhang Xuan's brother was now in trouble at the hands of his father Xu Qiao in Dali Temple.

But Mrs. Qiuguo's words have been spoken, and there are many people as evidence, he does not dare to repent. had to bow his head and grit his teeth and hurry over, hastily bowed to Zhang Xuan and sang a song, and then hurriedly said with indignation, "Xu Wenbin is a straw bag ......"

After speaking, Xu Wenbin hid his face and walked away, and everyone on the field laughed.

Xu Wenbin escaped from the crowd, turned around and looked gloomily at Zhang Xuan, who was proud of the spring breeze in the field, and said viciously, "Good thief!" You're so miserable! Okay, very good, your brother fell in Dali Temple, this revenge for a certain family! ”

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