The people on the side saw that Zhang San was gone, looked at the characters on the stage one by one, and saw that the princess and the princess and those big officials didn't care, so they muttered a crazy sentence and continued their own creative path, this Zhang San didn't want to get ahead, but they wanted to. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

For a while, no one paid attention to what Zhang San wrote, everyone pondered and meditated, and finally handed in their satisfactory works, only to see the first one to hand in wrote:

Huanxi Shahan chrysanthemum

A song of flowers and wine, the chrysanthemum of the past is reopened, and you can be rewarded for the last year?

The flowers fall and the water can't stay, Hanju is Manjintai again, and then drink new wine?

Everyone praised each other, touting each other with good words and things like that.

Another person sent:

Butterfly love flower chrysanthemum

The autumn mood of the Xishan Pavilion is strong, and the new wine is raised, for the longevity of the Holy Son of Heaven, the chrysanthemums in the mountains reflect the sky, who said that the cold wind rises at this time?

Ten years of reading the bitterness of the cold window, the way of the sage, the joy and aftertaste, where to learn the article? Sheng Ming is ascending the golden platform.

When everyone heard this, it was obviously a good poem, why didn't they expect it. Take a closer look at the son of a certain imperial historian who wrote the poem, this son has been touted for many years, and he feels that he is already a talented person, no wonder he dares to say the words of the sage's article.

It's not bullshit, but everyone still continues to praise it, touting that guy as fluttering. immediately felt that he was Du Fu alive, Li Bai was reborn, and if he drank a glass of wine, he would fight wine and write hundreds of poems, but the literary style of searching the intestines and scraping the stomach had just been used up.

Everyone has handed in their own works, after reading, one by one sent to Mi Fu, Mi Fu here is more Mu Xiu officials, everyone discussed with each other whose son this is, which is the head of which family. It's not lively.

In the end, a song of Linjiang immortal lyrics was sent and was rated as the best today. Mi Fu took it and read it carefully: "Chrysanthemum flowers can not be found, how can the north wind devastation, sparse a branch five cold, love her high clean products, melancholy is also related. The most is the fallen flowers in the soil, the dead branches and leaves are full of snow, and the spring breeze will pass tomorrow, and the old roots will add green, and the flowers will be full of mountains. ”

Mi Fu nodded while reading: "Well, yes, carefully carved, as a singing work." ”

Everyone listened to the nod, have talked about the word is good, Mi Fu put down the paper, the boy immediately took the copper kettle to pour water, Mi Fu began to wash his hands, side look, this Kaifeng Mansion did not chat together, but in a daze, can't help but be curious: "Lord Zhang, why do you think this word is not good?" ”

Governor Zhang said: "No, it's just that I remembered that I heard a Linjiang Immortal in Xicheng a few days ago, and I occasionally felt it." ”

It turned out that the prefect also liked it very much when he heard about Journey to the West, but it was not good to go every day, so he sent someone to listen to it, and came back to tell him that the person was also diligent, wrote down all the new things on the stage one by one, and came back to tell him.

Mi Fu laughed when he heard it: "Oh? Got a good word? Read on to listen. ”

At that moment, Governor Zhang listened to the song of the rolling Yangtze River East Passing Water on the Zhang San stage, and everyone couldn't help but be impressed by the heroism of the two old men sitting on the fishing boat and laughing about the heroes of ancient and modern times.

Mi Fu said with great joy: "Good, good, good, how many things in ancient and modern times, are laughing and talking." For this sentence, a large cup should be floated. ”

The princess and Zhao Ji over there couldn't help but be touched by the talent and open-mindedness of the sitting when they heard this, and Zhao Ji couldn't help but be curious: "Oh, if you can do this, I will definitely see it, Governor Zhang, come and come, tell me who did it, I called to visit such a great sage." ”

Governor Zhang looked at the princess and said: "Oh, this word is the word for a novel "Romance of the Three Kingdoms" written by Zhang Sangongzi of Beicheng for him, and it should be written by him. ”

Zhao Ji said excitedly: "Oh? Do you know this person? ”

Governor Zhang said: "I saw him here just now, but I don't know why I retreated." With that, Governor Zhang pointed to Zhang San's table and said.

Zhao Ji said disappointedly: "Oh, I can't see such a great talent, and it is better for Governor Zhang to go to me to find this great talent another day." ”

Zhang Zhifu nodded yes, Zhao Ji saw that Kaifeng Mansion had agreed, so he was no longer entangled, and Mi Fu over there was also a pity to hear it, and then Zhao Ji personally grinded ink for Mi Fu, and Mi Fu began to write the West Mountain Meeting.

When the princess heard Zhang San mentioned Zhang San, she already knew who it was, but just now the princess was immersed in the sadness of the death of the two geese, and she couldn't extricate herself for a while.

But when Her Royal Highness the princess heard the song Linjiang Immortal, she was immediately impressed by Zhang San's talent, and now when she looks back, she finds that Zhang San is so sad, maybe there is a reason.

When Zhang Governor pointed to Zhang San's table, the princess glanced at the table and saw that there was still untaken paper on the table, and the princess remembered what Zhang San seemed to be writing before leaving. Out of curiosity, the princess motioned to the maid beside her to bring the paper from the table.

The maid turned around to get the paper, at this time everyone's eyes were focused on Mi Fu's calligraphy this side has been empty, the maid came over to get Zhang San to write something, but there is an old man in his fifties is looking through, and nodded from time to time, the maid saluted him, to get it.

The old man immediately said, "Hey, hey, what are you doing?" First come, first served, I see first. ”

The maid said shyly: "This lord, the little girl is polite, this is my father-in-law's main look, and please cut your love." ”

The old man said pitifully: "Oh, forget it, you can take it, little girl, your father-in-law mainly doesn't want you to send it back to me." I'll be waiting for you here, you go. ”

The maid bowed shyly, took two pieces of paper and left, and the old man muttered to himself, "I'm afraid that such a good word will go and there will be no return, so a Linjiang fairy wants me to Wen Huanzhang in Tokyo, but I have paid people in laughter." Zhang San, what a Zhang San. I'll meet later. He shook his head and walked away.

The maid came over with two pieces of paper and handed them to the princess, and the princess happened to see the song first, and when she read that the Tao family came to my house, she suddenly felt that Zhang San always wanted to be a hermit, but this poem was also written in response to the topic, and it was much stronger than those poems that tended to be inflammatory.

The princess put down the poem, reading this one, touching the fish, Yanqiu words, seeing the small notes below, her eyes lit up, and she hurriedly went to read the text, and read carefully: "What is the situation in the world......" The princess read and felt that her heart was stabbed, and she couldn't help but cry when she read and remembered the pair of geese, and the maid cried when she saw what the princess was looking at, she knew that the princess was plain and kind, so she couldn't help but lean her head over, and also looked, and was moved by the truth in the words.

The princess wiped away her tears, and then looked at the so-called talents, and suddenly felt like seeing the ugliest things in the world, full of disgust. The princess carefully folded the poem and put it in her sleeve, and could no longer face these faces, so she explained to the guards of King Duan, saying that she was unwell and asked him to preside over it on her behalf, and then left.

The princess returned home and reopened the poem and read it carefully, the more she read, the more she felt that the love was sincere, and the princess couldn't help but ask the maid next to her: "Cuizhu, what kind of person do you say Zhang San is who made this poem?" ”