"Kauf, don't talk nonsense, you don't lose if you lose." Liu Zongzhou's voice was majestic.

Wei Zaode said: "Please comment on the clumsy work of Lord Liu." ”

Liu Zongzhou said: "This poem is written in words, remembering nostalgia, from scenery to people, it is indeed a rare masterpiece." ”

"Especially that sentence, the image is entangled in wind and dust, and the desolate monument is hazelnut. This entanglement is used well, and the champion talent of the teacher's order is well deserved! ”

Receiving Liu Zongzhou's praise, Wei Zaode was very proud.

He arched his hand and said: "Thank you Lord Liu for your compliment, the younger generation will make persistent efforts to guard against arrogance and rashness, not like some people, who have not yet become famous, and their tails will be cocked to the sky." ”

Saying this, even Jia Zheng, a person who is late to the eye, knows who he is talking about.

However, Wei Zaode is indeed talented, in all fairness, Jia Zheng really admires him, and he is also thinking about whether he can make a good poem in such a short period of time if he is himself.

Maybe you can talk nonsense, but you can't get on the stage.

Fan Fucui, the first assistant of the cabinet, took the rice paper, and his eyes showed appreciation: "The talent of the teacher's order, that is recognized by the emperor, no one in this dynasty can reach it!" ”

This is a bit too much, no matter how powerful Wei Zaode is, he is only the champion of a family, and if he pushes forward for more than ten or twenty years, it will be a gathering of stars at that time.

"There are no heroes when there are no heroes, just make the shaft famous!"

A lazy voice rang out.

"Who, who's talking?" Wei Zaode was furious when he heard this, and looked for the source of the sound.

Shen Liang stretched his waist and said with a smile: "Who knows the big dream first, I know it in my life." There are no tigers in the mountains, and monkeys are kings. ”

He opened his sleepy eyes, looked Wei Zaode up and down, and said disdainfully: "I thought you were so powerful, it turned out to be this level, scare Lao Tzu!" ”

Jia Zheng was half frightened to death by what he said, and hurriedly covered his mouth: "Baoyu, you are crazy, what nonsense?" ”

Even Liu Zongzhou couldn't help frowning: "Zhong'an, you have to be down-to-earth, this poem is really rare, you have to learn it with an open mind." ”

Shen Liang picked up the tea bowl on the table, poured a big mouthful, and cleared his throat: "Study? Learn to be a fart! It's just a defeated general, but you dare to be my teacher? ”

Don't say it, before Wei Zaode wrote the poem, Shen Liang's heart was still drumming.

He wasn't sure what level of poetry Wei Zaode could write, what if a person's character exploded?

But after listening to the self-strict reading, Shen Liang's heart was put back in his stomach.

doesn't brag about it, doesn't rely on memory to cheat, among the ancient poems he memorized in high school, pick any one of them, and crush them directly.

Wei Zaode was really angry.

He pointed at Shen Liang and said, "Zhong'an Xiao'er, you have repeatedly despised me, is it true that I Wei Zaode is muddy?" ”

Shen Liang said with a smile: "Champion Gong, I'm not targeting you, it's really your poem, the level is average, using this poem to match those heroes of the Three Kingdoms is like touching someone's face." ”

Wei Zaode trembled with anger, and his voice trembled: "Okay, I want to see what kind of masterpiece you madman can make, but I said in advance, if your poems are not as good as mine, I have to add a clause to the contract, and when you go to the imperial city to shout, you must kneel!" ”

Shen nodded: "Okay, no problem, if I don't do well, you let me run naked." ”

"Senior brother, don't underestimate the enemy!"

"Zhong'an, be cautious!"

"Baoyu, shut up for me." Jia Zheng's forehead was sweating, if Shen Liang really lost, he would never allow him to run naked.

If that was the case, he would rather expel Shen Liang from Jiafu.

Bi Ziyan glanced at the incense burner and reminded: "Jia Zhong'an, the sandalwood is about to burn out, if you don't compose poems again, you will directly admit defeat." ”

Shen Liang said with a smile: "Lord Shangshu, don't worry, I don't need pen and ink, just come!" ”

Wei Zaode couldn't get used to his stinky fart, and spat: "I see how you die!" ”

Shen Liang ignored him, took a step towards the middle of the study, and said slowly: "The rolling Yangtze River is passing away, and the waves are sweeping away the heroes."

Success or failure turns empty.

The green mountains are still there, and the sunset is red several times.

On the white-haired fisherman river, accustomed to watching the autumn moon and spring breeze.

A pot of turbid wine is happy to meet.

How many things in ancient and modern times are laughing and talking. ”

After Shen Liang's last word was finished, there was silence in the study......

Quiet.

Quiescence.

Deathly silence.

For a moment, Shen Liang suspected that he was hallucinating, as if he had mastered the ability to stop time.

If it weren't for the green smoke of sandalwood, Shen Liang really thought that the world had been pressed the pause button.

Needless to say, Zhang Luxiang and Chen Hongshou even Huang Zongxi, who has always been mature and steady, can stuff a fist with his mouth open.

Whether it was Liu Zongzhou, Bi Ziyan, or even Fan Fucui, the first assistant of the cabinet, they all widened their eyes and looked at Shen Liang with complicated eyes.

"The green mountains are still there, and the sunset is red several times." Huang Zongxi muttered, his body stiff and his eyes blank.

Huang Zongxi only felt that a lightning bolt struck him, and an electric current ran from head to toe, and his whole body was numb.

He has always pursued the idea of the people's nobility and gentleness, and this poem was written directly in his heart and resonated with his philosophy.

Although others did not have an initiation like Huang Zongxi, they were all shocked by the artistic conception of Shen Liang's poem.

"On the white-haired fisherman Jiangzhu, I am used to watching the autumn moon and spring breeze. Little junior brother, you wrote this poem, I think I am the white-haired fisherman, who is rocking the Yangtze River and flooding down at the moment. Chen Hong was amazed.

"Little junior brother, you must write down this poem later, and ask me to give you a picture, and it will definitely last for a hundred years!"

Zhang Luxiang and others on the side lit up, yes, such a good word can be called the best in the world, although this word may not reach the height of Su Dongpo's Chibi nostalgia, but it is not much different.

As long as it spreads, one of them today is counted as one, and they are likely to appear in the history books and be remembered by future generations.

Not to mention ordinary readers like Zhang Luxiang, even Fan Fucui and Bi Ziyan are quite excited.

If you can follow a poem that has been passed down through the ages, how should future generations talk about them?

Even if they came to smash the scene today, they were all impressed by Shen Liang's "Linjiang Immortal" at this moment.

Talent can really force people!

Huang Zongxi used to read, but he couldn't understand that Liu Yong, Li Bai, and Su Shi were famous as Beijing teachers because of their talents and learning, and they were admired by thousands of people, and those were just words engraved on the book.

At this moment, when he was there, he felt like he was impressed by his talent.

Looking at Shen Liang again, he even felt that there was a faint aura on him, and the whole person was glowing.

In the face of absolute talent, even power and money are overshadowed.

That's probably the beauty of knowledge.

Bi Ziyan has already begun to write, and wrote down Shen Liang's "Linjiang Immortal", and exclaimed: "Generous and tragic, with infinite meaning, it is heartwarming to read." While rendering the desolation and tragedy, it also creates a calm and quiet atmosphere, and reflects the lofty artistic conception and profound philosophy of life. ”

Shen Liang bowed his hand to Bi Ziyan: "Thank you Lord Shangshu for your love, I dare not be ashamed." ”

Bi Ziyan's words brought the others back to their senses, Liu Zongzhou squinted his eyes slightly, and while tapping his fingers on the table, he chanted: "Rolling Yangtze River East Passing Water, the waves sweep away the heroes." Success or failure turns empty.

The old man's favorite is this sentence of success or failure, this poem is really good, there is no awkward words, only the images in daily life sketch a grand picture, in the long river of history, everyone is so small. ”

Liu Zongzhou was quite emotional, probably thinking of his own experience.

Fan Fucui said: "Zhong'an's talent is comparable to Cao Zhi!" ”