"Ha, there is no one in the Zheng family, so I actually asked someone with a foreign surname to help.

Okay, let you sing and come, if you can't sing and come out, this first game is your Zheng family lost. I want to see what kind of good poetry a fang from the wilderness can sing and produce. Zheng Changyu, my second poem, already has. ”

After Pan Hua finished speaking, he picked up his pen and prepared to write on the wall.

The children of the Pan family laughed and seemed to be full of confidence in Pan Hua.

Yang Shouwen was going to deal with it, but when he heard that Pan Hua said disrespectful words, he suddenly felt a little angry in his heart.

"Even if I can't do it, it's better than copying a penny."

As soon as these words came out, they immediately caused an uproar in the audience.

Pan Hua's face changed, and his heart suddenly became flustered, and the brush in his hand was also stunned, and the handwriting on the wall was suddenly scattered.

"What did you say?"

The children of the Pan family were furious, pointing at Yang Shouwen and scolding.

However, Yang Shouwen ignored them, lifted the pen and dipped it in ink, and wrote the words "Folding Willows" on the snow-white wall.

"Good word!"

As soon as Yang Shouwen's regular script with a lot of facial muscles and willow bones appeared, Zheng Changyu and Zheng Jingsi couldn't help but scream.

It's a font that has never been seen before, but it shows an indescribable style.

Zheng Changyu couldn't help but said softly: "Third sister, this child is amazing...... With only this hand, it can be said that it is the culmination of the regular script, and it is the only one. Twenty-nine Lang, why does God treat you with six rooms? There are talented women like the third sister, and now there are people like sons. Hehe, no matter how well the son sings this poem, he only relies on this good hand. It is invincible. ”

Zheng Jingsi was also pleasantly surprised. listened to Zheng Changyu's words. I couldn't help but laugh.

"Mo underestimated the talent of the third sister's child, but I have read his poems, which can be described as unique and talented."

"Oh?"

"I'll have someone send you the poem when I get back."

"Good!"

Zheng Changyu did not say anything more, but turned his mind to the poems written by Yang Shouwen.

"The willow has many short branches, and the short branches are many separated. The gift is far away and climbing, and the soft strip is hanging.

There is a fixed festival in youth, and there is no time to part. But don't be afraid. Don't complain about the delay.

Mo Yan has short branches, and there are Sauvignon Blanc. Zhu Yan and green poplar, and in the parting period...... Twenty Jiulang, the son of this poem ......"

Zheng Changyu read and read, and suddenly felt a feeling.

This is not only a willow branch poem, but also a parting poem.

I am about to leave my hometown and go to Xuzhou, although the journey is not far, but it is also a farewell to my hometown, which is quite relevant to the scene in front of me. It's just that the meaning of parting is too sad. Originally, there weren't so many sorrows, but after reading it. There was a hint of sadness.

"Don't worry, there's more to come."

Zheng Jingsi also frowned, revealing a look of doubt.

And Yang Shouwen continued to write: The spring breeze upstairs has passed, the willows are singing before the wind, the branches are sparse and don't be bitter, and the grievances are more than a year.

The flowers are shocking and the snow is blowing, and the leaves are reflected in Chu Chibo, who can leave here, and the conquest is in Jiaohe. ”

"This ......"

When Yang Shouwen's pen stopped, Zheng Jingsi was dumbfounded.

Without waiting for him to ask, he heard Yang Shouwen say: "This is a poem I wrote on an improvised basis when I parted with my father in Changping last year. It may not be appropriate for the occasion, but it is better than some people doing that copying, and they can't do it well. ”

This is the second time that Yang Shouwen has mentioned Wen Copy.

Before, Zheng Jingsi and the others didn't care, but now when they heard Yang Shouwen mention it again, they suddenly had a trace of doubt.

"What do you mean, son?"

"Jasper is made into a tree high, and ten thousand green silk ribbon......s hang down" Yang Shouwen put down his pen, walked to the Yongliu poem written by Pan Hua before, and sneered: "If I remember correctly, this should be He Jizhen, Dr. He's poem." ”

Pan Hua was in a state of confusion at the moment, and when he heard Yang Shouwen's words, he immediately turned his head and shouted: "You are talking nonsense!" ”

"Whether it's nonsense or not, just send someone to Chang'an to ask for advice.

If I remember correctly, He Jizhen seems to be Dr. Guozi Simen now. It just so happens that the father-in-law of my Erlang is the son of the country who oversees the sacrificial wine, and he only needs to ask Erlang to write a letter, and he will know when he sees it. As for the reason why I know this poem, I also heard it from Chen Ziang and Chen Boyu. I don't know why this poem is unknown to everyone, but I believe that someone does. ”

Yang Shouwen mentioned Gao Rui first, indicating that Lao Tzu has a backstage.

Then he mentioned Chen Ziang, which was used to prove that he was not lying.

Chen Ziang, now far away in Bashu, wants to find him to prove it, naturally it is a little difficult. But just mentioning his name is enough to convince everyone. After all, with a song that remembers heaven and earth, Chen Ziang is enough to lead the poetry world.

In an instant, the eyes of the children of the Zheng family and the children of the Pan family fell on Pan Hua.

He Jizhen, also known as He Zhizhang, was born as a scholar in the first year of Zhengsheng, and is now a doctor of the four gates of the country.

This song is also one of He Zhizhang's masterpieces, which has been widely circulated in later generations. Although Yang Shouwen doesn't know why there are so few people who know this poem, he can be sure that this poem was written by He Zhizhang, and it was definitely not written by Pan Hua.

"Jiulang, is what this kid said true?"

A child of the Pan family stood up and asked sharply.

In these years, it is not a glorious thing to be a copyist. If such a thing happens, they will inevitably be despised by others.

The reason why Yang Shouwen said that Pan Hua can't even do the copying of the public is not unreasonable.

He Zhizhang!

The future Siming maniac, you dare to copy his poems? The most important thing is that these Siming maniacs are still alive, and they have a lot of literary friends.

Yang Shouwen is also a copyist, and he copied Meng Jiao's poems.

But Meng Jiao has not been born yet, and he will not cause any trouble......

"You ......" Pan Hua suddenly lost his proportions, his face turned pale, and he only wrote half of the poem, but he couldn't write it anymore.

He bit his lip and suddenly said after a while: "How can you prove that your poems are your poems?" ”

Ha, is there a logic of 'you have to prove that you are you'?

"Pan Hua, you ......"

Zheng Changyu said angrily: "You have become a literary thief yourself, but you want to accuse others of being literary thieves."

Huangmentang is so depraved, how dare you also call it a famous family? I, Xingyang Zheng, disdain to be in the company of a thief like you......"

Not only the children of the Zheng family, but even the children of the Pan family also showed disgust.

"Uncle Yi, don't worry, since this Pan Gongzi suspects me, I should prove it."

After Yang Shouwen finished speaking, he walked to the window and overlooked the beautiful scenery of Donglin Lake.

After a moment, he suddenly turned to the wall and picked up the brush.

Zheng Qian was extremely clever at this time, and hurriedly ran over and held the inkstone in front of Yang Shouwen, only to see him lift the pen, dip it in ink, and write the word "Zhongchun" on the wall.

At this time, in the Guanshui Pavilion, the crows were silent.

Whether it was the children of the Zheng family or the Pan family, or the diners in the building, they all looked at Yang Shouwen with bated breath.

For those diners, today's drama is nothing short of spectacular!

Pan and Zheng competed, and Pan Hua was a blockbuster; The Zheng family launched a foreign surname, singing and wonderful. There are also texts and poems. flipped again and again, dazzling everyone. If it weren't for the face of the Pan family's children, I'm afraid that someone would have already cheered loudly. However, even so, it won't take a day to think that Yang Shouwen's name will spread all over Xingyang.

"Twenty miles west of Xingyang City, there are thousands of spring willows in the cave forest. If this road is recrossed, the old Banqiao 16 years ago.

Zeng Gongyuyan said goodbye on the bridge, hating no news to this day. ”

Zheng Jingsi read and read, suddenly his eyes turned red, and he said softly: "I never thought that Brother Wenxuan and the third sister were so in love." (To be continued......)

PS: Starting today, stay at the Dahe Jinjiang Hotel, and then it is the four-day workshop of the Henan Writers Association, and there may be some fluctuations in the update, please forgive me.

However, I will try my best to ensure the speed of five shifts a day, and I would like to ask for the support of the monthly pass.