Zhuo Zangfeng stood at the head of the door and said loudly: "Zhuo Zangfeng came uninvited, and I ask His Highness to forgive me!"

As he spoke, he walked straight to the painting and looked at it carefully. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info arrogant attitude, where is the meaning of asking for sin?

His Royal Highness Yueyue saw a young man Shi Shi entering, with a free and uninhibited expression, thinking that this was the Tang envoy that Mo Ya had been talking about all day, and was about to say that he didn't have to mind, but when he saw him walking directly in front of the painting and watching it carefully, he stopped talking.

The old Confucian scholars saw that the person who spoke was no more than a young man with white teeth and blue eyebrows, and when they heard him speak so loudly, it was obvious that he was another arrogant man, and when they saw him pretending to look at the drawing, they all turned their heads and expressed disdain.

Mo Ya saw that Zhuo Zangfeng was reckless, and was about to step forward to stop her, Chu Yingyue called her behind her back and said, "It's okay to let him see it!" Mo Ya stood still, looked at him worriedly, and thought angrily, You really dare to take any job.

The lady is vivid in line, soft in brushwork, and rich in color, but it never gives people a sense of tackyness.

The painting depicts a woman in a fancy costume standing in front of a flower tree, her expression solemn, the leaves on the branches of the flowers have withered, and a few petals have fallen on the snow-white skirt of the person in the painting. The leaves are yellow, and the petals are stretched but have a soft white glow on them, showing the subtle appearance of frosty leaves in late autumn.

The eyebrows of the person in the painting are smart, the sideburns are delicate and realistic, and the arms that expose the outside of the shirt are moist and delicate, as if they are indistinguishable from the jade bracelet on the wrist.

There is no loss of gentleness in the brightness, and there is infinite contemplation in the solemnity.

Zhuo Zangfeng didn't bother to look at His Royal Highness Yueyue, who was praised by everyone, and looked at the painting at this time, but thought: "If she is really as charming as the person in the painting, then it can be regarded as a peerless appearance." ”

He faced the canvas and did not look back, but held out a hand and said, "Bring the pen!"

Chu Yingyue's expression moved slightly.

Mo Ya looked at Xiao Ni anxiously.

Those Confucian scholars couldn't help but turn their heads and ears at once.

Zhuo Zangfeng still stretched out his hand. He knew that no one would believe that he could make any poems, especially before these erudite scholars, which was nothing short of a class axe.

An old man had the audacity to salute His Royal Highness Yueyue and said, "Your Highness, please expel this mad life!

Others chimed in, expressing strong dissatisfaction.

There are also people who say bitterly, "Who can bear the sin of soiling the scroll and delaying the envoy's service?"

Chu Yingyue glanced at Zhuo Zangfeng again, seeing that he was standing majestically, and didn't care what people said, just stretched out his hand and waited to take over the pen and ink, and said with a slight sigh, "Since you are indifferent, then I will personally grind with Zhuo Gongzi." ”

As he spoke, he walked down, waved his hand to repel a few maids who were rushing to offer pens, and then drove away the two Confucian scholars who wanted to be courteous, and walked to the old man closest to the painting and stopped.

There was pen and ink in front of every Confucian student present, and His Royal Highness Yueyue paused slightly, pouring out the ink in the inkstone, and Mo Ya had already dripped the prepared water into the square inkstone on the table.

His Royal Highness Yueyue did not look sideways, holding the ink in his right hand, the middle finger of his thumb was clamped between the sides of the ink strip, and the index finger was placed on the top, and he began to grind slowly. Seeing that the ink was getting more and more delicate and the ink fragrance was getting stronger and stronger, she gently put down the ink strip, dipped the Xuancheng Zihao on the table in thick ink, and carefully put it in Zhuo Zangfeng's hand.

At this time, those Confucian scholars who were originally disdainful all held their breath, and their eyes were focused on the young man in front of them. Although they still disdain the teenager in their hearts, they dare not show it.

They can only wait in a more silent way for the arrogant guy in front of them to make a fool of themselves.

They could even imagine that the lifelike painting would be smeared by the teenager as a piece of waste paper.

After taking the pen, his eyes slowly skimmed over the picture, and he saw the blank space in the painting clearly.

Many people thought at the same time: The first sentence naming the seasons was originally expressed in the painting, and it was written in the poem to meet the occasion, which was too vulgar! Too vulgar! But this word is still reasonable.

Yueyue was behind Zhuo Zangfeng, and she couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when she saw him write this sentence.

She did not have high requirements for this young man who was full of praise from Mo Ya Xiaoni and others, and only asked him to write a poem of average level, as long as she did not destroy the painting, she was satisfied.

Although Mo Ya was born in female music, she had no talent for poetry, and when she saw that Zhuo Zangfeng could write the first sentence, she believed that he would write the second, third, and fourth sentences.

When reading the second sentence, I saw Zhuo Zangfeng write: "The flowers fall because of frost."

Hey!

Many were slightly surprised.

This sentence does not say that the flowers fall because autumn is coming, but that they are weighed down by the heavy frost. How thick can the frost be, how heavy does it weigh, and how can it crush the petals to wither?

A frost season is named, not to mention late autumn, and everyone knows that autumn is cold. It's really not a word, it's all romantic!

Yueyue's eyes suddenly lit up.

The third sentence: "I want to hide the bottom of my heart".

This sentence turned to the person who wrote it, referring to Her Royal Highness the princess in front of him. At this time, these Confucian scholars had already exhausted the contempt in their hearts, and their faces had changed into a solemn expression.

This sentence is a bit bold!

His Royal Highness Yueyue originally intended to conceal the sense of loss of living in Chang'an, and tried his best to make his father happy in his homeland, why did he still write it directly? Isn't this clearly telling the God King of the Northern Regions that his daughter is lying to him?

This arrogant and ignorant guy is domineering!

Yueyue looked at this sentence and didn't move for a long time, this was really her own inner thoughts. Could it be that this young man who has never known her knows her heart?

But at this time, Yueyue wants to hide these, not to resort to these pen ends and express them in poetry.

"You're really a little disappointed in me!" Yueyue sighed softly in her heart.

She didn't stop Zhuo Zangfeng from continuing to write, anyway, if this sentence was written, the painting would have been scrapped. How could such a sad emotion be brought to the father?

Zhuo Zangfeng ignored it, hung his wrist and moved the pen, and the last sentence was waved away.

Yueyue quietly turned around and didn't look at him to write down. With tears in her eyes, she looked at these old gentlemen from private schools in various schools.

Those people looked at the poems written by Zhuo Zangfeng, and many did not notice the sad expression of His Highness.

I saw that the last sentence read: "Laughing and not hiding the truth." ”

All the Confucian students suddenly realized and nodded in praise.

Everyone read through the whole poem again, and it reads:

"Shroud of cold and miserable fog,

The flowers fell due to frost.

I want to hide my heart,

Laughing is not true. ”

"Good poetry, good poetry!"

Some people couldn't help but clap their hands and praise.

After a long immersion in pen, ink, paper and inkstone, although they cannot write outstanding poems, they have no lack of poetic vision. This subtle and introverted poem seems ordinary at first glance, but it is full of children's feelings.

The woman in the painting walks to the flowers in late autumn and sees the petals withering due to the season. She seemed a little melancholy, wanting to show a solemn and solemn expression, but she may have thought of her relatives, or perhaps remembered the person she admired, so in this late autumn season, she wanted to laugh but tried her best to endure it, not to reveal her heart easily.

His Royal Highness Yueyue couldn't help but look back when he heard everyone's praise.

After reading the last sentence, her face suddenly brightened, and the corners of her lips opened slightly, showing a lovely look of surprise.

She couldn't help but want to call, and she couldn't help but want to hug the young man in front of her and express her gratitude to her.

At this time, His Highness's eyes were still filled with crystal tears.

An old man looked at the unbridled brush and ink on the painting, and saw the trend of the pen opening and closing, and the momentum of moving forward, he couldn't help but change his complexion again and again, and staggered to Zhuo Zangfeng, and arched his hand: "The old man is gone! But today I also opened my eyes, dare to ask which family the son's book came from?"