Chapter Eighty-One: Fighting Poetry? Very urbane kind
Then, Su Ling glanced at Dongfang Bubai and said: "I heard that Dongfang Gongzi is one of the four little talents in Jiangnan, and the concubine also happened to write a poem, and I want to ask Dongfang Gongzi for some advice." ”
This time, Dongfang Bubai's attitude is a little different, and he is quite personable.
"Hehe, Mrs. Su has won the award, and the guidance is not ......"
"This person is cheap! When you see a beauty, you have won awards, and others are just pointing out one or two. ”
On the other side, He Yongliang couldn't help but complain.
After all, he is also a talent in Guobei County, and it is inevitable that he will have a sense of hatred and hatred.
After complaining, his eyes couldn't help but roll, and he suddenly remembered it.
"I didn't expect Mrs. Su to also like poetry and songs, why not chant it now to open everyone's eyes?"
Fang Tangjing shook the folding fan with an expectant expression.
"Mrs. Su, please!"
Dongfang Bubai also said.
"Uh-huh......" Su Ling cleared his throat and began to groan:
"If life is only as first seen, what is the autumn wind and sad painting fan......"
As soon as he started to groan, he suddenly shook many people in the hospital.
"Master Zeng, you even said that your daughter-in-law is not good at reciting poems?"
"That's right, I'm afraid that even the old man can't write the good sentences that the daughter-in-law chanted......," Zheng Juren sighed sincerely.
At this time, Zeng Tiancheng was also surprised.
He knows very well what level his daughter-in-law is, and it is indeed no problem to write poems, but the level is very average.
What's going on now?
At the same moment, Nie Xiaoqian glanced at Gu Ming with a strange look in her eyes: "You should have written this poem to her, right?" ”
"Yes!" Gu Ming subconsciously nodded with a smile, then suddenly came back to his senses, and quickly shook his head: "No, no, no, I didn't write it to her, it was the text panel used to set up the stall before, and she picked it up......"
Nie Xiaoqian couldn't help but stroke her lips and smile: "What are you nervous about?" I'm just asking. ”
She's not a jealous woman, but that doesn't mean she won't.
Occasionally, I will still sip a little vinegar, which is also a small mood among lovers.
"Okay, great, I never expected Mrs. Su to be so literate, Xiaosheng sincerely admires it!"
Fu Changsheng was so excited that he stroked his palms.
After all, after holding it for so long, now I can finally raise my eyebrows and exhale a little.
Su Lingwan smiled, and asked Dongfang Bubai, who was a little stunned: "May I ask Dongfang Gongzi, what do you think of this poem?" ”
"Ahem...... Hmmm......"
Dongfang Bubai pretended to groan, gently patting the folding fan.
Fang Tangjing couldn't help but glance at Dongfang Bubai, wanting to hear what he had to say.
"It's okay!"
Dongfang Bubai finally said vaguely.
In fact, there was some shock in my heart.
I thought that there were no talents in this little Guobei County, but how could a woman chant such a good sentence?
As a result, Su Ling did not relent: "It's just okay?" is really worthy of being the four little talents in Jiangnan.
It is rare for Dongfang Gongzi to come to our Guobei County, why don't you also give a song on the spot, so that we people in small places can open our eyes? ”
This is clearly a ridicule of each other.
Dongfang Bubai's face changed slightly, and he seemed to be a little displeased.
However, it is not easy to have a seizure.
Fang Tangjing frowned, and subconsciously glanced at Dongfang Bubai.
He could guess Dongfang Bubai's thoughts.
Before he wanted to change it, he wished that Dongfang would not sing a song in vain.
And now...... I'm afraid it's a bit difficult.
After all, Jewel is in front.
If the poem chanted is not as good as the one chanted by Su Ling, wouldn't he slap himself?
With such a thought, Fang Tangjing couldn't help but be moved, and said with a smile: "Mrs. Su, the poetry is endowed with an atmosphere and inspiration, as the so-called article is natural, and the magic hand can get it."
Dongfang Gongzi has been tired all the way, and I am afraid that he is not in the mood to write poems......"
Isn't it stage fright?
At this time, Gu Ming walked over.
After all, the Poetry and Painting Society officially opened on the first day today, and he didn't want to make too much trouble.
Unexpectedly, as soon as he walked over, Fang Tangjing seemed to be in a hurry to change the topic or the attention of others, and actually pointed the finger at Gu Ming.
"I heard Changsheng say that Gu Sheng is a well-known talent in Guobei County, and he runs this poetry and painting club, so he must be called a poetry and painting master?"
"Fang Gongzi smiled, Xiaosheng ran this calligraphy, painting and poetry in order to eat for a while."
The more he said this, the more energetic Fang Tangjing became.
"No, no, no, you're too modest. How can you say that you are also a showman, today this poetry and painting club opened, everyone kindly came to cheer for a scene, as the master, how can you also show your hand, let everyone open their eyes, isn't it? ”
"Fang Gongzi is right......
Su Ling stepped forward and instigated him as if he was afraid that the world would not be chaotic.
"Dongfang Gongzi is a famous talent in our Jiangnan, this is a rare opportunity......"
"Mrs. Sue...... Or don't you? ”
Gu Ming said in a helpless tone.
It's like letting him compare his strength with a kindergarten child, there is no suspense at all, what is there to compare?
At this time, Nie Xiaoqian subconsciously walked to Gu Ming's side.
Although he didn't speak, his soft eyes said it all.
Silence is better than sound at this point.
It seems that I really have to sing a song to the town, so as to hit the arrogance of the other party.
"Let the little student come!"
A loud roar suddenly rang out in the courtyard.
I saw that Naga Yongliangxiong walked over in a high-spirited manner.
What is this guy doing? Su Ling was a little surprised.
"Xiaosheng is not talented, I am willing to ask Dongfang Bubai Gongzi for a lesson or two!"
He Yongliang Niu Bi coaxed.
This word for advice is exquisite, and it almost means provocation.
Dongfang Bubai is a tall and arrogant person, where can he stand such a bird's spirit?
Does a person dare to come up and ask for advice?
So, he lowered his face and shouted, "Who are you?" ”
"It's easy to say, Xiaosheng is an unknown talent in Guobei County, not as famous as Dongfang Gongzi, ...... in the south of the Yangtze River."
That's a bit of an insinuation.
Dongfang Bubai couldn't hear the meaning of the words, his face sank, and he was about to go crazy, but Unexpectedly, He Yongliang took the lead and groaned loudly:
"The east wind blooms thousands of trees at night, and the stars are like rain......
As soon as he opened his mouth, Gu Ming was speechless.
This kid has stolen the limelight for a long time, and he dares to steal the words framed in the store?
Su Ling was very happy.
Because, what she chanted was also what Gu Ming wrote before.
After He Yongliang finished chanting, Dongfang Bubai was stunned on the spot, and his face kept changing.
He had to admit that the poem was far better than what he had written.
"Dongfang Gongzi, Fang Gongzi, the two of you are great talents from Gusu Mansion, can you comment on this poem?"
He Yongliang glanced triumphantly at the east, and the two of them were not white.
"This ......"
Dongfang Bubai frowned, saying that it was good, and it was not good.
Isn't it a slap in the face?
It's not good, what's wrong? He couldn't say a single reason at all.
At this time, Su Ling spoke out in time: "Leping, you are so shameless, this is obviously a word written by Gu Xiucai, how did it become yours?" ”
He Yongliang said happily: "Each other, isn't what Mrs. Su chanted before also written by Wen Xing?" Besides, Xiao Sheng didn't say that this poem was written by Xiao Sheng. ”
The two sang and harmonized, but it was like a thunderbolt, which suddenly made Dongfang Bubai and Fang Tangjing and others stunned.
"Hahaha, good words, good words!"
In the courtyard, a hearty laugh suddenly sounded.
Hearing this familiar voice, Gu Ming subconsciously glanced at the gate of the courtyard......
Sure enough, the person who came was an acquaintance: Chen Zibai.
He was accompanied by Nie Hongshu and an old man in a green shirt with extraordinary spirit, as well as three entourages.
"I've seen Master Chen!"
"I've seen Master Nie!"
A group of squires in the courtyard stepped forward to give their respects.
Gu Ming came back to his senses and immediately stepped forward to salute side by side with Nie Xiaoqian.
"Hehe, you don't have to be polite......"
Chen Zibai raised his hand with a smile, and then pointed to the old man and introduced: "This is Master Shen, the doctor of Guozijian, and at the same time, he is also the mentor of this official and Master Nie in Guozijian back then......"
"Lord Shen!"
"The student has seen Mr. Shen!"
For a time, the sound was like a tide.
After all, the name of Guozijian is too famous, and it is the highest institution of learning in the current dynasty, and it is a holy place that no math students yearn for.
If you can teach in Guozijian, how can you be an ordinary person?