Chapter 244: The Night Banquet (7)

Na Zhe walked up to the woman in the green dress, stared at her eyes and said, "Girl, my name is Na Zhe, Lao Tzu has taken a fancy to you, and you will be my woman in the future." Lao Tzu will not marry you in this life! You can't escape the palm of my hand! ”

When the woman in the green dress heard Zhe's slightly vulgar words, her face turned red instantly, and she was very stunned. This person is good-looking, with a gesture and a bit of a celebrity's demeanor, but how can he speak so bluntly, it is really rude.

As soon as Na Zhe's words came out, there was an uproar in the hall, and Gao Yanei took the lead in applauding:

"Sir, you're such a good man! Gao admires you! You've given us men a long face! ”

Many of the women looked like and began to scream:

"Ah~~~~,"

"That sir, the slave family is much more beautiful than her, you choose the slave family!"

"That sir, the slave family is willing to make a bed and fold quilts for you, and have children, so you want the slave family."

"That gentleman, and me, the slave family will serve you tonight, you can try it and you will know, you can't forget the slave family!"

The scene was very chaotic, some people squirted out all the wine, and many people laughed so much that their stomachs hurt and rolled on the ground.

Dr. Chen Zhiyong, who is usually quite dignified and always serious, shook his head: "It's too nonsense, these young people, it's really shameless!" ”

Han Xizai looked at all this with a smile and was not angry.

The woman in the green dress felt very embarrassed, she couldn't stand or sit, so she had to keep her head down and not speak.

Wang Wushan walked over and asked, "Sir, are you okay?" Isn't it a little drunk? ”

Na Zhe shook his head: "I'm very sober, bring a pen and paper, Lao Tzu wants to write words!" ”

Wang Wushan looked at Han Xizai, and when he saw that he nodded slightly, he ordered a maid to get a pen and paper.

Gao Yanei poured a glass of wine, staggered over, and handed the wine glass to Na Zhe.

"That sir, I'm convinced, please drink a glass of wine, learn from Li Taibai, and have a 'hundred poems about fighting wine', hahaha!"

Na Zhe nodded in thanks, took the wine glass, and drank it all.

Shu Ya leaned over to Han Xizai and asked in a low voice, "Master Han, nothing will happen, right?" ”

Han Xizai smiled and said, "It's okay, it is said that Mr. Na and several of his brothers have returned to Middle-earth from thousands of miles away from the west. He doesn't respect the law of etiquette, which is excusable, and I won't blame him. I was very curious, and when he wrote it down, I wanted to see what kind of masterpiece it was. Don't be impatient, let's wait and see. ”

At this time, two servants brought a table, and after several maids wiped it clean, they laid out a large piece of paper, arranged various study utensils, and began to grind the ink.

Na Zhe took off his coat, rolled up his sleeves, walked to the table, chose a pen, and then began to close his eyes and meditate.

The woman in the green dress was very curious, he looked at Na Zhe's back, and didn't know what kind of lyrics this person would write.

A companion whispered in her ear: "Weak Lan, I heard that this gentleman is a descendant of Nalan Rongruo, and he is proficient in a musical instrument called the harmonica, and is now very famous in Jinling City. ”

The woman in the green dress remembered, her ears have been grinding out calluses these days, and this man named Na Zhe has swept the entire Jinling City. But he doesn't look like a gentle gentleman! It's too vulgar to speak! I want to marry myself as soon as we meet, am I that good?

Na Zhe opened his eyes, dipped his pen in ink in the inkstone, and began to write.

Many people gathered around to see what Na Zhe was writing.

Wang Wushan, who was short in stature, was squeezed around, and she couldn't get close to Na Zhe at all, and she was so anxious that she was about to cry.

At this time, someone exclaimed:

"Tanabata!"

Someone asked curiously, "What do you mean?" What happened to Tanabata? ”

"Stupid, that gentleman wrote the word 'Tanabata', which is probably the name of the song."

Everyone suddenly realized that it was the word that was written on Tanabata!

The poems describing Qixi have existed since ancient times, borrowing the story of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl to express the joys and sorrows of the world in a superhuman way, such as "Nineteen Ancient Poems: Morning Glory", Cao Pi's "Yan Ge Xing", Li Shangyin's "Xinwei Qixi Festival" and so on.

Han Xizai, Xu Xuan, Xu Kai and other poems and essays are secretly thinking in their hearts:

Cao Pi's "Yan Ge Xing" wrote:

"The autumn wind is bleak and the weather is cold, the grass and trees are shaken and the dew is frost, the swallows return to the south of the wild goose, and the guests are thinking about breaking their bowels. Thinking of returning to his hometown, Jun He drowned and sent it to others. The cheap concubine kept the empty room, and she didn't dare to forget it, and she didn't feel that her clothes were stained with tears. The strings of the piano are cleared, and the short song cannot be long. The bright moon shines on my bed, and the stars and Han flow west at night. Morning glory and weaver girl looked at each other from afar, and they couldn't live up to the river beam. ”

This poem successfully depicts a woman's feelings of longing for her husband in a foreign country on a sleepless autumn night.

Li Shangyin's "Xinwei Qixi Festival" wrote:

"I'm afraid it's a good parting for the immortal family, so it's a good time to teach. The origin of the blue fall on the Milky Way, but when you want the golden wind and jade dew.

The leak gradually moved and looked at each other for a long time, and the slight cloud was not late. How can you unintentionally reward the black magpie, but beg for silk with the spider. ”

This poem is also a good work.

And "Nineteen Ancient Poems" cloud: "The river is clear and shallow, how much is it different?" Yingying is in the water, and the pulse is silent. "Very good verse.

Everyone is very curious, can Zhe's lyrics surpass the works of these celebrities?

At this time, someone began to read aloud:

"Slim clouds are clever,

Flying stars spread hatred,

Silver Han Darkness.

When the golden wind and jade dew meet,

It is victorious, but there are countless people in the world.

Tenderness like water,

The best time is like a dream,

Endure the return of the magpie bridge.

If the two love for a long time,

And in the morning and twilight? ”

The whole poem was read, and there was silence in the hall. Everyone is silently reminiscing about the artistic conception of the lyrics of this song.

Some women began to sob softly, lamenting the vagaries of life.

Han Xizai stood up excitedly and looked at Xu Xuan.

Xu Xuan was also excited, the two glanced at each other, and walked towards the crowd one after the other.

When the guests saw Han Hee-jae and Seo Hyun, they avoided it one after another.

Han Xizai strode in and said loudly: "What a song 'Queqiao Immortal', the old man is served!" Sir, who made the lyrics to this song? ”

"Ancestor Rong Ruogong." Na Zhe replied respectfully.

There were bursts of exclamations from the crowd, and some women shouted:

"Then sir, the slave family wants to marry you!"

"The slave family doesn't want to be a wife, just be a concubine for you."

"The slave family will be satisfied with being a maid for you! You're good to go! ”

Na Zhe was pulled and pulled by a group of women, and his head was suddenly extremely big.

Han Xizai was so angry that he shouted: "What have you all become? Give the old man a dodge, otherwise the family law will serve! ”

When all the women saw that Han Xizai was angry, they all ran away, but some people still threw flattering glances at Na Zhe, which made the men jealous, and they felt very uncomfortable.

Zhu Mian, a member of the Zhongshu House, walked over, looked at Na Zhe's handwriting, and then said with a smile:

"Sir, your book is in a class of its own, and a certain family has never seen it. Can you tell me what kind of book it is? ”

Na Zhe smiled secretly, the old man in my family was a professor in the Department of Literature, he forced me to learn calligraphy since I was a child, and Lao Tzu has worked hard for more than ten years! This Zhao Mengfu's block font will only appear hundreds of years later. If you've seen it, you're hell!

Na Zhe replied respectfully: "Zhu Sheren, I have been practicing calligraphy with my father since I was a child, according to my father, this font was created by the ancestor Rong Ruogong. ”

Zhu Mian exclaimed: "The appearance of this font is mellow and muscular, its dot painting is gorgeous, the knot is wide and beautiful, and the dot painting echoes very closely." The outside seems to be soft and the inside is strong, the body is beautiful and the skeleton is strong. That sir, your ancestor Rong Ruogong can create such a font, it is indeed a great talent! ”

Han Xizai, Xu Xuan, Xu Kai, Chen Zhiyong and others also gathered around and admired the "Queqiao Immortal" written by Na Zhe. They were full of praise for the characters written by Na Zhe, saying that this font was in a class of its own and was an unprecedented masterpiece.

Xu Xuan is also a master of calligraphy in the world, and he is good at calligraphy and small seals. He carefully looked at the handwriting repeatedly, and then sighed: "This font is rigorous, beautiful, and delicate with a pen, which definitely creates a unique genre, and it can be said that it is chasing Wang Youjun!" ”

Na Zhe had no choice but to humble a few words, and even said that he was a beginner and practiced, and he was not as good as Rong Ruogong's eleven.

The woman in the green dress in the crowd saw that Na Zhe was out of the limelight, and her calligraphy was unanimously recommended by several people in the world, and her eyes were full of brilliance.

Wang Wushan squeezed to her side and whispered in her ear: "Weak Lan, you have to think about it, this gentleman is very sought-after!" Don't you see those shameless prodigal hoofers? They all recommend their own pillows, and if you don't seize the opportunity, you'll be cheaper for these. ”

The woman in the green dress was very conflicted, he admired Na Zhe's talent and calligraphy, and he did not reject Na Zhe, who showed a gentle and elegant temperament in his gestures. But this wrongdoer, his words are too vulgar! He even said in public that he was going to marry him, and said that he would never escape from the palm of his hand in his life. Even the idlers on the street can't say such straightforward things!

Seeing her thoughtful look, Wang Wushan said with a smile: "Weak Lan, if you don't want to accept that gentleman, then I have to find a way to get close to him, don't regret it!" ”

At this time, Han Xizai instructed: "Hurry up and practice, the old man will listen to you sing this song "Queqiao Immortal" in a while." ”

A few singers and musicians agreed to come down and go to rehearsals. Han Hee-jae asked everyone to go back and sit down and continue drinking. Everyone returned to their seats.

Zhe stared intently at the woman in the green dress and didn't move.

The woman in the green dress felt a little ashamed when she saw that hot gaze, so she hurriedly pulled Wang Wushan and hid behind a screen.

Many people laughed, and Na Zhe was still staring at the screen, standing dumbfounded.

The people in the hall all whispered, and many people said that Na Zhe was a lover, and the woman he liked would definitely be very blessed.