Song Mingyue

Chapter 15
At this moment, Zhao Hao had tens of thousands of cockroaches rushing by in his heart, and there were thousands of sentences he wanted to say, but his face remained calm, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth instead.

From the discussion just now, I am afraid that two years ago, the real Zhao Hao must have been humiliated for a while.People in the Song Dynasty emphasized literature and suppressed martial arts. Even the children of the clan could only swallow their anger and dare not fight back against this kind of literary humiliation.

Although because of Zhao Hao's clan status, most of the people in the arena didn't get involved, and only a small number of flatterers who flattered the Zheng family kept adding fuel to the flames, but they still had a lot of momentum.Those neutral people also had the attitude of watching the excitement, and even had a dark psychology. After all, making Zhao Hao, the only son of the Zhao family and a son of the clan, make a fool of himself in full view, was also considered a long-term source of conversation after drinking.

At this time, Zheng Yu also stood up slowly, and said slowly: "Two years ago, Brother Zhao had threatened not to participate in the Peony Flower Fair in Baihuazhuang, but today he came uninvited. If you want to be a blockbuster at the Flower Festival, if Brother Zhao doesn’t leave a masterpiece today, I’m afraid he will look down on everyone present.”

As soon as the voice fell, countless people immediately booed and echoed.

At this time, Xie Yu and Wang Jue, who were not far away, both changed their expressions slightly.Xie Yu felt that Zhao Haoruo lost face, his aunt's face must be unsightly, and Xie's family also lost face, but Wang Jue already regarded Zhao Hao as a close friend, so he was naturally extremely upset.Even the purple-clothed young lady next to Wang Jue had a look of resentment on her face. Although she didn't have much affection for Zhao Hao, she couldn't see Zheng Yu being so aggressive.

"Wait a minute!" Xie Yu jumped up suddenly and shouted loudly, turning everyone's attention to him, "Zhao Xie's family shares weal and woe, the Xie family is the Zhao family, the Zhao family is the Xie family, my cousin is seriously ill Just recovering and not in good health, why don't you let me write a song for my cousin so as to make up the number of the four great masters?"

Zheng Yu seemed to have expected Xie Yu's move, he laughed and said, "No, no, the Zhao family's surname is Zhao, and the Xie family's surname is Xie. Brother Zhao is a son of the clan. How can brother Xie do it for him?"

Thinking about these words in depth, it was a bit heartbreaking. After all, the children of the clan were concerned with the face of the officials, so Xie Yu was speechless for a while.

At this time, Lu Qing couldn't bear to see it anymore. He just stood up and wanted to say something, but he heard Zheng Yu said first: "Don't say too much, Mr. Lu. I just saw that Brother Zhao was reciting with his eyes closed. He must have made up his mind. , how can we miss Brother Zhao's masterpiece?"

Lu Qing: "..."

Although Lu Qing is regarded as a great Confucian in Jiangning, on the surface he behaves like "An Neng smashes his brows and bows his waist to serve the powerful", but in fact he has a bit of utilitarianism in his heart, and he actually doesn't want to offend any of the four big houses.

In an instant, everyone's eyes fell on Zhao Hao, just like two years ago.

But Zheng Yu laughed again and said: "Two years ago, Brother Zhao shocked everyone with a quatrain and became famous in Jiangning. I still remember it vividly...a branch of peony is bright red, and the branches and leaves under the flowers are green. I want to pick it up and give it away Jiaoniang, in exchange for a night of romance."

Hahaha~
The people around couldn't help laughing, and the young man in purple turned his head and spat.

I'll go~ This is obviously a peerless good word... An old driver who can't drive is not a good poet. I'm getting goosebumps, how can it be like this peerless poem, easy to understand, romantic...

Seeing that Zhao Hao was silent, Zheng Yu became even more unscrupulous, and laughed loudly: "Brother Zhao's good handwriting was also famous in Jiangning, hahaha..."

It seems that the original owner not only has poor poetry skills, but also terrible calligraphy... But I am not good at brush calligraphy, so I am afraid I will make a fool of myself if I really want to write.

Looking at Zheng Yu's triumphant and arrogant expression, Zhao Hao felt his teeth itch, wishing to punch him down and measure his face with the sole of his shoe.

At this moment, Zhao Hao's heart was already going crazy, and he had been holding back the phrase "Mommy" in his heart for a long time... "Mommy, copying poems is such a rotten stalk that the transmigrator played to death. I also went to elementary school anyway, so I have to Force me to play once!

Finally, a strange smile appeared on Zhao Hao's face, and he said lightly, "Bring a pen!"

Zheng Yu was stunned for a moment, and then a strange look appeared on his face, some mocking, some pleasure, some contempt...

The people in the venue also fell silent, and many showed expressions of pity and sympathy. Many people present had witnessed the farce two years ago, and now they only feel that the story is about to repeat itself.

With a wry smile and embarrassment all over his face, Xie Yu silently turned his head away.

Wang Jue finally understood what was going on, and felt annoyed for a while: "Bringing Brother Zhao here today has made him embarrassed, how can I sit idly by?"

As soon as Wang Jue slapped the table, he was about to stand up to stand up for Zhao Hao, but he was stopped by the purple-clothed woman beside him: "Brother, don't be impatient. I'm afraid I can't help you with this kind of matter. It's better to wait and see."

While talking, someone had spread rice paper on a square table in front of the screen, and prepared pen and ink.

Amidst the group of people gloating at others' misfortune, or showing pity and sympathy, Zhao Hao strode forward and walked to the square table.

"Consume 1000 merit points, and exchange for a primary skill book of brush calligraphy, which is permanently valid."

"Using a brush calligraphy elementary skill book, the host's calligraphy ability will be raised to the elementary level."

Zhao Hao only felt a warm current flowing down his right hand from his shoulder until it stopped at his fingertips. He felt that his hands had become stronger and more agile.

He took a deep breath, picked up the writing brush on the table, and felt an indescribable feeling in his hand, just like he bought his own basketball for the first time when he loved playing basketball, eager to try it.

Immediately afterwards, he naturally dipped the tip of the brush into the ink.At this time, Xie Yu, Zheng Yu and others had followed up.

For some reason, Zhao Hao's eyes suddenly cast an inexplicable glance at the purple-clothed young lady next to Wang Jue... Pretending to be aggressive and slapping the enemy in the face, if it is in front of a beautiful woman, especially if the beautiful woman is the goddess of the enemy, what a pleasure it would be!

The brush was dipped in the ink for a few seconds, Zhao Hao resolutely lifted it up, brushed the brush and dropped it towards the rice paper, and said with a faint smile, "It's rare that Brother Zheng is so kind to you all, my younger brother is respectful rather than obedient, so I have to make a fool of myself."

Looking in the direction of the young lady, the brush was already flying like a cloud and flowing water, and soon wrote two lines of words - the name of the poem plus the first line of five characters.The people on the side looked at it, and after a while, they helped to read the two lines written.

"Congratulations to the bridegroom...Xiao Wu must be put away."

As soon as the first sentence came out, the embarrassment on Xie Yu's face eased, but Zheng Yu's expression changed slightly, with an ominous feeling in his heart.

This first sentence to congratulate the bridegroom is not an excellent sentence, but it also crushed many poems written tonight.

Especially those two lines of cursive script, which are so majestic and majestic, that they have the style of Wang Youjun.This calligraphy skill alone is probably enough to compete with Lu Qing and other great scholars. Even Xie Yu is slightly inferior, and Zheng Yu is even worse.

Is this still the dude from the Zhao Mansion who wrote nonsense doggerel with ghost-like calligraphy two years ago?

Zhao Hao seems to be quite satisfied with his calligraphy. Although it is said to be a beginner, the calligraphy skills are really good, and he can't believe that he wrote it by himself.

Lu Qing and the others, who were silent at first, also stood up one after another, walked to the desk, and stood behind Zhao Hao.

Next, Xie Yu, who was in high spirits, used an extremely clear and magnetic voice to read Zhao Hao's words and sentences and spread them throughout the hall.

Zhao Hao continued to write vigorously.

"The peony flower is like a half-drunk person who can't lift his head up. Snow is refined into ice and water..."

Another line of flamboyant handwriting that penetrated the back of the paper, followed by Xie Yu's voice, caused an uproar in the audience, and incredible expressions appeared on the faces of Lu Qing and other great scholars.

"Okay!" Lu Qing blurted out first, it was a heartfelt cheer.

Such a good sentence, just one sentence, is enough to compare with the excellent works of Xie and Wang, and it has overshadowed Zheng Yu's "Appreciating Peony"!
In an instant, Zheng Yu's face turned pale, his mouth was slightly opened, and his face was full of astonishment.

His poetry skills are not shallow, so he naturally knows that his opponent has already crushed him with just this one line.

The Zheng and Zhao families are both relatives of the emperor, and they have conflicts in business. They have been fighting openly and secretly. In addition, they heard that Zhao Hao had humiliated Zheng Feng and made trouble in his gambling house yesterday, which made Zheng Yu feel uneasy the moment he saw Zhao Hao. , he was already thinking about how to humiliate Zhao Hao, just like two years ago.

However, what he didn't expect was that that idiot-like good-for-nothing clan son turned out to humiliate him like a god.

"The peony flower is like a half-drunk person who can't lift his head... What a quatrain!" The purple-clothed woman recited this line of poetry lightly, expressing her sincere admiration.

Wang Jue on the side, with a relieved look on his face, lifted the flagon in front of him, poured a full glass of wine, and drank it all in one gulp: "Good wine, good wine, haha..."

"Congratulations to the groom
Xiaowu must be collected.

The peony flower is like a half-drunk person, unable to look up.

Snow is smelted into ice and water.

Three or four of the ten flowers have not bloomed.In addition, the wind prohibits the rain.

It's just that Dongwu is full of spring, and the roots are moved and the leaves are yellow and purple.

The noble one is called Yao Wei. "

The Shangque has been completed, fresh and graceful, and every sentence is a finely crafted sentence, which is by no means inferior to any poems written tonight. It is even better than Zheng Yu's "Appreciating Peony". Que does not follow the line of doggerel, and it is a proper first three works.

Ge Changgeng, a famous poet and the founder of Nanzong of Jindan School, was born in 1194 (76 years after this time). He was young and intelligent, well versed in the nine classics, capable of poetry, good at calligraphy and painting, brilliant in talent and prolific in writing.

This song "Congratulations to the Bridegroom", which recites peony, is also one of his masterpieces. Although it is not comparable to the eternal masterpieces left by famous poets such as Su Shi, Xin Qiji, and Li Qingzhao, it is naturally no pressure to crush the Confucian scholars and scholars present.

(End of this chapter)