"The poem is more artistic conception, and although the written poem "Spring Comes" repeats the meaning, it does not affect the artistic conception of the whole poem, and it can be regarded as a good work." After a long time, Zhu Xiuxiu finally opened her mouth to justify.

"Artistic conception? Hehe. Zhang Baiyi chuckled twice and said, "The eldest lady said the artistic conception, may I ask the eldest lady what is the artistic conception of this poem?" ”

Zhu Xiuxiu finished for a while, Zhu Xiuxiu is just a talented daughter, she has not read a book, but occasionally listens to her father Zhu Youcai's poetry, she herself knows what poetry, let alone what artistic conception, commenting on poetry is just pure vanity.

"Bai Yi said this, it seems that he can also make verses." Although Zhang Jieyu, who was born as a businessman, did not know how to recite poetry, her head was very flexible, and she pointed the arrow at Zhang Baiyi in one sentence.

Now it's a poetry review, and it has something to do with whether this young master can write poetry.

"Yes, when you say that, you must have a good work in your chest." Cui Chengwen interjected.

"Since Yi'er already has poems, why don't you chant them and let your aunt comment on them for you." Ma Xiaoqin said fanning the flames.

"Yi'er looks down on the eldest lady and thinks the eldest lady is not worthy of commenting on your poems?" Zhu Xiuxiu added another fire to the atmosphere with the smell of gunpowder.

"No, Yi'er—" Zhang Baiyi was a little anxious, and he couldn't think of a good poem for a while.

"Then you can't groan?" Ma Xiaoqin said coldly.

"Waste is waste, I don't know how to recite poetry, and I also comment on other people's poems." Zhang Jieyu scoffed.

Zhang Baiyi now really regrets that he shouldn't have drunk that white fungus porridge at that time, otherwise he wouldn't have choked and wouldn't have caused this string of trouble.

I don't know when it started to rain outside, Young Master Zhang looked at Xiaoyu and had a flash of inspiration in his heart, and shouted, "There is"

"What's there?" Zhang Jieyu knew what virtues Young Master Zhang had, so she didn't believe that Zhang Baiyi could make any poems, just to get back face for herself and her son, and mock him.

"There is a poem." Zhang Baiyi saw the light rain outside and remembered Du Fu's "Happy Rain on a Spring Night".

"My poem is called "Joyful Rain on a Spring Night"" Young Master Zhang opened his mouth and said, ""Joyful Rain on a Spring Night" is a good rain that knows the season, when spring happens, sneaking into the night with the wind, moisturizing things silently. ”。

After the poem was finished, everyone was deeply attracted by the artistic conception of this poem, and even everyone who didn't understand poetry felt that it was good, more than one grade higher than the "Spring Comes" that was written just now.

"Okay, my son is talented!" Daddy Zhang was a little speechless when he was excited, Daddy Zhang was happy not only that Zhang Baiyi could compose poems, but that he could compose poems on the spot according to the environment, Zhang Sanjin, who had the vision of a businessman, had just seen that Zhang Baiyi had no poems in his heart, and he was just about to relieve the siege for Master Zhang, and he heard Zhang Baiyi sing out verses, and it was still a good verse, at least Zhang Sanjin himself thought it was good,

Qi Chengwen was ashamed at this time, and he couldn't wait to find a crack in the ground to get into.

Zhang Jieyu and the three of them were also red-faced, and they sneered at Zhang Baiyi just now, but they didn't expect him to really make poems, and it feels much better than Cui Chengwen's "Spring Comes"! The three of them couldn't find fault with it, (mainly because the three of them didn't understand poetry, and they wouldn't find fault if they did. ）。

"What a poem "Spring Night Rain", if Brother Zhang's poem is placed in the West Lake Poetry Conference, it will definitely win the championship!" The door came in a hearty voice, and a young man in white stood at the door of the main hall of Zhang's mansion with an umbrella in one hand.

"It turned out to be Nan Gongzi, please come in." The person who came was Nan Zhuyu, the third young master of the Nan family,

Nan Zhuyu put away the umbrella and entered the hall.

The Nan family is the only scholarly Confucian merchant family in the south of the Yangtze River, Nan Zhuyu's grandfather is the leader of Kaiwen for seven years, and the current Honglu Temple is Qing, and the official worships the four products.

Nan Zhuyu's uncle Nan Hongyu was a jinshi in the second year of Jianwen, and is currently the ambassador of the Weaving and Dyeing Bureau, and the official is from Jiupin.

Nan Hongyu's father, Nan Hongtian, the head of the Nan family, was Nan Hongyu's Jinshi in the same year, Nan Hongyu followed his father's footsteps into the officialdom, but Nan Hongtian abandoned literature and business, known as a generation of Confucian businessmen.

Nan Zhujin, the eldest son of the Nan family, is a scholar of Yuwen High School.

Nan Zhuyan'er, the second lady of the Nan family, is the pearl of the Nan family's master, the young genius of the Nan family, and the sixth of the seven talented women in Jiangnan.

Nan Hongtian is Zhang Sanjin's business partner, Nan Hongtian often takes Nan Zhuyu when he talks about business, so that he has the quality of a businessman since he was a child, although Nan Zhuyu is a scholar, he has the same smell as Master Zhang, the two often go out to drink flower wine together, peek at women taking a bath,

Nan Zhuyu, who was born in a scholarly family, has naturally studied for a few years since he was a child, and is more knowledgeable than everyone here, although his knowledge is not high, but he is already the best among the white dings.

"Hello Uncle Zhang, my nephew Zhuyu has given you a gift." Nan Zhuyu shook his sleeves and gave a greeting to Zhang Sanjin, under the influence of Young Master Zhang, Nan Zhuyu didn't like Young Master Zhang's two mothers and aunts, but after entering the door, he didn't look at Zhang Baiyi's two mothers and aunts, let alone see the ceremony.

"Nephew doesn't need to be polite, how is your father doing?" Daddy Zhang stepped forward and picked up Nan Zhuyu,

"Back to Uncle Zhang, everything is fine with my father!" Nan Zhuyu replied very humbly, looking like a humble gentleman.

Zhang Baiyi wanted to laugh when he watched from the side, others didn't know what virtue Nan Zhuyu had, but Young Master Zhang was very clear.

Zhang Sanjin is very fond of Nan Zhuyu, and pulled Nan Zhuyu to ask about the health of the family.

"Nan Gongzi is here to find my family Yi'er." The eldest lady Zhu Xiuxiu said with a smile on her face,

People are readers, and people naturally want to set closely,

Nan Zhuyu didn't pay attention to her,

Zhu Xiuxiu was embarrassed for a while,

Father Zhang was a little embarrassed, and took a sip of tea, but he came to find his son, but he chatted for so long, and hurriedly changed the topic and said, "Well, my nephew is here to find Yi'er." ”

In the past, although Daddy Zhang was not disgusted with what Zhang Baiyi did, he didn't like it very much, only the friendship between Master Zhang and the third young master of the Nan family made Daddy Zhang more happy, mainly because Nan Zhuyu was born as a scholar, the so-called close to Zhu Zhechi, after being together for a long time, it will be more or less contaminated with the temperament of some readers, just like today, Young Master Zhang can endorse books and recite poems, in Zhang Sanjin's view, the main reason is that he has been with Nan Zhuyu of a scholarly family all day long and has been influenced by it. Daddy Zhang was a little more grateful to Nan Zhuyu.

"Yes, uncle, I asked Brother Bai Yi and a few sons to chant poems together to enjoy the beautiful scenery of the night." Nan Zhuyu replied.

What kind of poetry is right, isn't it just to make an appointment to see the Oiran of the Drunken Flower Building, and go to the Qinglou and say it so elegantly, Young Master Zhang scolded him.

"Okay, good" Father Zhang was very happy, and shouted twice in a row, his son finally participated in the activities of the reader, no wonder his son could surprise himself today, I really didn't guess wrong.

"Yi'er, you guys go, pay attention to safety on the road." Father Zhang called Master Zhang and explained two sentences.

"Yes, Father"

Zhang Baiyi said goodbye to his father and walked out of Zhang's mansion with Nan Zhuyu, at this time the light rain outside had stopped, and the two did not hold an umbrella.

The two got into the carriage of Nanfu, and the carriage drove towards the drunken flower building in Liuxiang.

As soon as he got into the carriage, Young Master Nan showed his true colors,

Nan Zhuyu smiled lewdly: "Bai Yi, I heard that this time the Oiran should be big, and the place that should be warped is warped, but the water is smart, don't rob me, the Oiran of the Drunken Flower Building is mine tonight." ”

"It's like you can grab it." Young Master Zhang struck Nan Zhuyu.

"In the entire Jiangnan, except for your Zhang family's business, which is bigger than mine, I'm afraid no one dares to compare financial resources with my Nan family." Nan Zhuyu is still heroic.

"People compete for the Oiran more than the literary talent, the talent, not the financial resources, with your literary talent can you compete for the Oiran?" Young Master Zhang didn't give Nan Zhuyu face, and a sentence pulled him into reality.

"You're really boring, and you can't fight for Oiran to get over it!" Nan Zhuyu said a little discouraged.

"When the competition for the Oiran is over, let's go together to see which Oiran and which son are going to turn the clouds and rain." The next moment, Nan Zhuyu was interested again, and if he couldn't compete for the Oiran, it was okay to get addicted to it.

"Okay" Speaking of peeking at the Oiran to have sex, Young Master Zhang has a temperament, this is the so-called true character of a man.

Nan Zhuyu thought of something and suddenly asked: "By the way, the "Happy Rain on a Spring Night" you chanted today is very good, where did you copy it." ”