Chapter 205: Spring [9]

In the hall on the second floor of the entire Xiyuan Building, the faces of many people changed, and some of them were solemn and listened to the next sentence. Some frowned, feeling bad in their hearts. Some looked surprised, probably unexpectedly, Zhao Yu was really able to make an excellent work so quickly. Some of them were overjoyed and looked at Zhao Yu with spring in their eyes.

No matter what the mentality of the people in the hall was, Zhao Yu turned a blind eye to it and raised his pen to write. Yan Jidao couldn't help but walk next to Zhao Yu, looking at the lines and rows, full of free and easy fonts, and couldn't help but be attracted.

"When you wake up, you only sit in front of the flowers, and when you are drunk, you come to sleep with the flowers. Half-awake and half-drunk, day after day, flowers fall and bloom year after year. ”

Zhao Yu once again raised his head and drank a fine wine, and his clear voice came into everyone's ears.

Yang Wei knew that he was defeated! He didn't stand anymore, sat back in his chair, and let out a long sigh. Although it is only four sentences and eight lines, a total of fifty-six words! even used the word 'flower' frequently, but it did not make people feel a sense of procrastination, but put the atmosphere of the hermits of Wei and Jin as if unfolding a picture scroll in front of everyone.

It's just that such a poem, how can it be written by the king of Changsha, who is keen on power? Yang Yu looked at Zhao Yu unwillingly, although because of the barrier of the crowd, he only saw half of his face, but he still couldn't stop Yang Yu's strong jealousy and resentment.

Lu Gongzhu didn't know when, and put down the wolf pen in his hand. It was not placed on a pen stand, but as if it was thrown on rice paper at random, and the ink on the wolf hair was scattered on the rice paper, so that most of the words had already been written. Stained with a large patch of ink.

Lu Gongzhu opened his mouth slightly. A look of surprise. His hand unconsciously landed on the rice paper, and his fingertips touched the wet ink, stained black. After half a ring, Lu Gongzhi looked bitterly at the county lord who was standing beside Zhao Yu with a surprised face, and the smile on his lips was like a rainbow after the rain, but it was a pity that it did not belong to him. "Is it because of this? Did you choose him? ”

There was no answer, and no one seemed to hear it, and everyone focused on Zhao Yu's "Song of the Peach Blossom Temple". The whole hall was almost silent, except for the many people who read the poem softly and repeatedly. The noise downstairs can be heard clearly.

Take another sip, but the wine is gone, and Zhao Yu threw the flask on the ground. The flask was also quite hard, landing on the wooden floor and bouncing a few times. There is no breaking.

Zhao Yu didn't ask for any more drinks, and looked sideways at Yan Jidao beside him. Haha smiled and said, "Can you yearn for it?" ”

"That's what I thought!" Yan nodded his little head vigorously, full of yearning.

Zhao Yu turned his head, and the brush turned around in the Shanggong Yan that was worth hundreds of thousands in the world, and between the books, a line of free and easy words had jumped in the eyes of everyone next to him.

Cui Dongming read: "I hope that the old man will die in the wine room, and he will not bow in front of the carriage and horse." The car dust and horses are full of fun for the rich, and the wine cup is rich in flowers. ”

After a pause, Cui Dongming couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "Two lines, four sentences and twenty-eight words, let my generation's distracting thoughts go away!" ”

"I'm far from it!" A scholar took a step back and made a gesture towards Zhao Yu.

In the meantime, Zhao Yu has already written the following eight lines in one breath.

"If you compare the rich to the poor, one on the flat earth and the other in the heavens. If the poor are compared to chariots and horses, he has to drive me to be idle. ”

"People laugh at me for being crazy, and I laugh at others for not being able to see through it. I don't see the tomb of Wuling heroes, and there are no flowers and no wine hoeing fields. ”

After a long time, someone came back to his senses, Li Jizhi gritted his teeth, and fiercely pinched the poems he bought with a lot of money into pulp, how much hatred is this?

"Student Raozhou Leping Ma Zun has seen Brother Yuan Wei, and today I have a good story, and my heart is full of joy!" After a pause, Ma Zun sighed with emotion: "In the past, when I read Han Wengong (Han Yu)'s "Jingtan Singing and Poem Preface", there was a sentence 'The sound of peace is weak, but the sound of sorrow is wonderful; Words of pleasure are hard to work, but words of poverty are easy to say'. This way is rare to see in a hundred years, and I am afraid that it will not be seen in this life. I don't want to, I actually got the harmony from Brother Yuanwei, and I have honor! ”

"After today, stepping on the spring peach blossom forest and drinking fine wine, I am afraid that it will be popular in the world! I might as well do it, then the poem will not continue! Lu Gongzhu walked over, waved at Zhao Yu, and said with a smile.

Although Lu Gongshu seemed to be free and easy, Zhao Yu saw a trace of bitterness and pain in his eyes that could not be concealed, Zhao Yu smiled helplessly, and wanted to comfort? His heart loves his female companion, and no matter how comforting he is, it seems too hypocritical. Add insult to injury? It's too much. Pretend not to know? It can't be done.

Zhao Yu didn't say a word in the end, but just bowed slightly to Lu Gongzhu.

"Lord Wang, can you accept apprentices?" Yan said suddenly.

When it was really shocking, Zhao Yu opened his mouth.

Fortunately, the lord of Dangyang County accepted Zhao Yu's affection, and said to help: "Why is Xiao Langjun so abrupt? How can you say this alone? After going back, when you ask Yan Gong to let go! ”

Zhao Yu was afraid that Yan Daodao would say something that was not shocking, so he nodded busily and said, "Correct solution!" Correct solution! ”

Many of the crowd let out a good-natured chuckle.

Seeing that, Zhao Yu became the protagonist in the hall. Li Jizhi really couldn't endure it, and his heart was full of unspeakable indignation. Originally, the four-to-one situation turned into victory because of Zhao Yu's song of Peach Blossom An, and at this moment Li Jizhi couldn't help it anymore. "Brother Yuan Wei, I remember that you are the pacification envoy of Jingdong East Road! How do you write such a secluded poem? ”

Although the core is not spoken, the meaning of the words is already clear at a glance. How could you, Zhao Yu, a person who is so keen on power, have such feelings?

Zhao Yu put down his pen, glanced at Li Ji with a smile, and said, "Brother Gongda doesn't know one thing, Mr. Wuliu can not bend his waist for five buckets of rice, but I am not." I was born in the imperial family, and what I eat, wear, and use comes from the people of the Great Song Dynasty. How can you take it for granted? ”

Yang Yu listened to Li Jizhi's words, and the resentment in his heart was also provoked. Holding the armrests with both hands, he stood up, and said with a smile in the back: "Brother Yuanwei is high and bright, Shuyu admires it!" However, "Red Cliff Nostalgia" is so unrestrained, but "Peach Blossom Anthem" is so secluded and free, it is really confusing. When Brother Yuan Wei first came, it seems that he had heard of Brother Yuan Wei's "Red Cliff Nostalgia" because he had listened to the words of the Great Xiangguo Temple, so I don't think it would be true, right? ”

When Li Jizhi heard this, his spirits perked up, and he joked: "I have also heard this from the market, saying that Brother Yuan Wei's grades in Zongxue are not very good, but there are many troubles. How did you suddenly have such talent? There are many people in the market who don't understand, so Brother Yuanwei is stealing poems for his own use! ”

Everyone in the hall couldn't help but pay attention to Zhao Yu, and they couldn't help but wonder, was this true? (To be continued......)