Chapter 300: Wenbi (II)
Bang bang bang.
"Wonderful!"
"It's wonderful! I didn't expect it to be really neat. Someone from behind high-fived and praised. In fact, Yang Fan is also a little clever. The reason why this is an absolute through the ages, in fact, there is another meaning, that is, the painting on the lotus is painted by a flower monk. If it is such a broken sentence, then there is a problem with the book that Yang Fan is right in the later Han Tihanlin book. But fortunately, when Yang Fan read the upper and lower couplets, he deliberately broke the sentence four or three times, rather than three or four breaks.
Meng Shouying sat back in his seat a little unwillingly, and seemed to admit defeat like this. Yang Fan said with a smile: "The pair is a leisure and entertainment move, Meng Sheng has failed this time, don't be discouraged." β
Dean Yang was too worried. This time, I was convinced. "It's strange to be convinced, it's definitely lucky, I don't know where to get up a pair of masters. It must have been the master who wrote the couplet. This time, Meng Shouying and the others didn't see the mountain chiefs of those academies, otherwise, even if they lost, there would be a reason, and it must be those mountain chiefs who made a move.
But now, not only is the head of the academy not there, but even the students are not there, and it is Li Yuhuan and Yang Fan who are quietly supporting the faΓ§ade, and they are still defeated, and they are really a little unbearable. Originally, they thought that Meng Shouying would be able to win the first battle, but they didn't expect to suffer a big loss, which made them look down on Yang Fan even more.
"Now that the competition is over, I believe you all know in your hearts, and it doesn't have to be much who wins and who loses. Today, all of you are guests from afar, why don't you stay in the academy and eat before leaving? Yang Fan was very uninterested in such a boring Wenbi, so he thought about ending it quickly.
But those people in Donglin Academy were unwilling. How? Winning is like running. The little man on the side stood up, not much taller than the senior brother who was sitting, saluted respectfully, and said: "I have heard Dean Yang's poetry is a must, today I, Qi Zelin, came to ask for advice, and asked Dean Yang to give advice." β
"No."
"Wrong?" Qi Zelin frowned, watching Yang Fan drink tea slowly, "I don't know what's wrong?" β
Yang Fan didn't like this set of things in the first place. Come and praise each other, what are the poems and texts in the world that have been passed down through the ages, written for the sake of competition? "It's okay to pour couplets, it's fun. And compose poems and lyrics. It's an elegant thing, how can it be done for the sake of the limelight? What artistic conception does the poem write like that have? Therefore, it is resolutely opposed to using poetry as a carrier for fame and fortune. β
When Yang Fan said this, there was no comparison. In ancient times, there were not so many exam subjects to compete in. Poetic couplets. It's almost a literati's judgment. Write a good article and do a good poem, that is, a gentleman, a great writer, on the contrary, Dou Dazi does not know a liter, and scolds those who are poor and sour and talented, either Bai Ding or nouveau riche.
Before becoming an official, he relied on hard reading the books of sages, and after becoming an official, he was sophisticated and sleek. Oil one's tongue. Such people abound. Especially after the Ming and Qing dynasties, this is even more so.
Since Yang Fan said that he would not write poetry, naturally there is nothing to say. However, Qi Zelin still couldn't swallow this breath, rolled his eyes, and said, "Since Dean Yang doesn't write poems, let's comment on the words written by one of the junior disciples below." This word was written when he traveled to Yangzhou, you listen to it, see if you have half of your talent.
Ahem.
If life is only as first seen, what is the autumn wind and sad fan. Waiting for idle changes but old people's hearts, but old people's hearts are changeable. Lishan language is half a night. Tears and rain rain bell will not complain in the end. How is Bo Xing Jinyilang, who wishes on the same day. β
After he finished chanting, he glanced at the beings around him and said, "You may have all heard of this decisive poem. It's really filled in by one of my junior disciples in Changfeng Fang. I don't know what Dean Yang thinks? β
"It turned out to be written by Brother Qi, no wonder I couldn't find anyone, it seems that I went back to Wuxi. I don't know if there is him in Jinling this time? β
"That, Senior Brother Yang is still on a study tour, so naturally he didn't come over. How is it? Dean Yang. β
It was really a big flood that washed the Dragon King Temple. Yang Fan couldn't laugh or cry, the poems he copied were turned against him, so he sarcastically said: "Qi Sheng is really sure that this good poem was filled in by your junior brother?" β
"That'...... Is that still fake? He thought, it shouldn't be such a coincidence, the people from Jinling happened to be in Changfeng Boat that night, and now they are sitting in the Buqi Academy. It's just that he didn't know that there was a more coincidental thing, the main lord that night was sitting in the Buqi Academy now, and it was Yang Fan.
"Ahem. That's weird. Could it be that there was another person who made this final poem that night? β
"What does Dean Yang mean by this? Don't you believe what I'm saying? That scholar who disappeared is my junior brother! Our talented people in Donglin Academy! β
"Huh." Yang Fan stood up, looked at several students from Donglin Academy with some disdain, and said, "I didn't want to debunk it, since Qi Sheng is so firm that it was made by your Donglin students, then, please come up with evidence?" β
Qi Zelin laughed and said, "Then what evidence does Dean Yang have to prove that it was not my junior brother?" β
"Because this poem is written below, what? Do you want to be my senior brother to someone Yang? β
"What? Did Dean Yang do it? How can it be! The span of this word style is too big, right? The group stood up in shock, a little incredulous.
Yang Fan put his hands behind his back and said with a smile: "If it doesn't work, a few people can go to the lower manor to have a look, this Miss Qianqian is a guest in the house, if you don't believe it, you can ask her to see if this is true or false." And the Qianqian girl still has the real handwriting in the hand of the day, and the name is really under the name! β
Syllable!
As soon as these words came out, Qi Zelin suddenly lay on the chair as if he had scattered his skeleton, looking like a dead man, and his face was extremely pale. The leader of the throne finally sat down without face. If you don't say that your skills are not as good as others, you have to use other people's words as impersonations, but you still use other people's words, which is a shame and a shame at home. Hurry up and take the rest of the beings and leave in a hurry. All of their faces turned purple with pork liver. I was so ashamed that I wanted to find a crack in the ground to get into.
Li Yuhuan on the side was also shocked, he didn't expect that such a grudge in the boudoir was really filled in by Yang Fan. From this moment on, it seemed that he had to take care of the gentleman in front of him again. A big lyricist who can change from a bold style of words to a delicate woman in an instant is indeed a little scary.
However, Yang Fan didn't think about it so much, sent the students away, and saw that Li Yuhuan was still stunned there, so he said, "What are you still doing there?" Since the academy is on vacation, it invites a few mountain chiefs and three idiots to gather together at the manor. β
"Oh, yes. "Sir" Li Yuhuan stumbled and hurried over to call someone.
Yang Fan raised his eyebrows and said to himself: "Hmph, who called my brother knowledgeable." (To be continued.) )