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Chapter 327 Strange Things

Then everyone showed wonderful expressions on their faces.

Yang Shidao, who had just thought about what words to use to reprimand the Yang family's children, suddenly heard Wang Dong say this sentence in the chaos. His original reprimand was blocked, and Yang Shidao looked at Wang Dong in surprise.

Behind the screen in the distance, Yang Zhi and Yang Shi also stood beside Wu Meiniang, asking curiously, "What's wrong with Meiniang?"

Wu Meiniang did not look back, her brows were still slightly furrowed, she looked at Wangdu in the distance and secretly clenched her fists: "You must take out your poems!"

She knows that her poems are good. In fact, Mei Niang found that she is quite talented in things that men are good at, whether it is playing chess, riding horses, playing polo, or writing poems and calligraphy. It is a pity that she is a daughter. Therefore, these talents are often not displayed, and the poems and essays they write can only be circulated in the boudoir. Although the poem just now was written hastily, Wu Meiniang knows very well that if it is taken out, it will definitely be able to overwhelm everyone. The disciples are at the head of the door.

In her opinion, now that Wang Dong suddenly has the confidence to write poems, he is naturally preparing to publish her poems.She couldn't help but feel a little relieved.

Hearing an uproar from the crowd in the distance, and then gave way, Wang Dong had already spoken out, and Yang Shidao, who originally wanted to end for Wang Dong, didn't know what to do. Only then did everyone realize that Yang Shidao had already walked behind him. , I was startled when I turned around.

Wang Dong smiled and bowed to Yang Shidao. Since he wanted to shock everyone, this faction had to be put on the table. He no longer had the flustered look on his face. Pretentious look.

Everyone felt that Wang Dong's expression seemed to have changed suddenly, but they couldn't tell the reason. The next moment, he was quickly pushed back to the table amidst everyone's clamor.

Everyone felt that the quality of poems written by someone like Wang Dong was probably not high, and they wanted to see him make a fool of themselves, so Yang Hu hurriedly asked the boy to bring a pen and paper, and opened a fine inkstone. , all stared at what Wang Dong was going to do.

Wang Dong picked up the brush and dipped it in the ink. Just as he was about to write, Yang Shidao who was beside him hurriedly reminded him, "You are the only one who is drunk. If you don't want to write, go back and think about it for a while, and then write slowly."

He thought that most of the poems written by Wang Dong were not good, so he excused Wang Dong in advance.

Hearing this, Wang Dong couldn't help but smiled gratefully at Yang Shidao, and the evaluation of the good old man who is good at reconciliation is indeed true.

Then Wang Dong said: "Before, I didn't want to show my poems just because my poems were a little strange. Now that the brothers really want to read them, it's not a problem."

Yang Shidao frowned when he heard this, and if he couldn't go down a step, then he had nothing to do.Everyone was amused when they heard the words, and they all said that they were weird, so this is equivalent to giving up treatment, right?Everyone stared at what Wang Dong would do, and then saw Wang Dong start to write.

After writing a few words, the children who were laughing and laughing suddenly fell silent. Even Yang Shidao looked at Wang Dong's writing in surprise.

Why did it stop suddenly?Wu Meiniang, who was behind the screen in the distance, looked puzzled at the people who were suddenly shocked after Wang Dong wrote the pen. She couldn't see the scene in Wang Dong's pen, so she couldn't understand it. She didn't think her poem was so good that she had just written it a few One word will make everyone stop talking.

"What font is this?"

At this time, everyone saw Wang Dong writing on the paper. The words he wrote were like iron hooks and silver paintings. There was a sense of grace in the magnificent and graceful style, but it was a font that everyone had never seen before, and everyone showed doubts. .

Wang Dong was amused in his heart, since the system suddenly gave him a task to pretend to be aggressive, he naturally had to do something practical, and decided to shock everyone.

His calligraphy level is only at the elementary level. If he writes ordinary European style regular script which is popular at this time, although he can be regarded as an ordinary person, he will never reach the level of entering the family. written out.

This typeface created by Emperor Huizong of the Song Dynasty is rich in the rich and noble atmosphere of the Song and Liao Dynasties, which was generous and unconcerned about worldly affairs. Its thin aesthetics are very different from the grace and solemnity of the Tang Dynasty at that time, but the perfection is another purpose. Now it is written It really shocked everyone present.

Yang Shidao was even more shocked. He was able to achieve the position of prime minister and was born in the Yang family of Hongnong. Since childhood, his family education is not comparable to that of ordinary people. Not only is he very talented in poetry, but he also has his own insights in calligraphy. At this time, when I saw this thin golden body, I only felt that its shape was unique and beautiful, but I had never seen it before.

It is impossible for ordinary people to write such a single stroke of calligraphy with such a unified style. In the end, there must be their own calligraphy theory to support it. He has never heard of the widely circulated fonts. Could it be said that Wang Cai's knowledge is even wider than that of the patriarch of the Yang family?Can't help but the whole person is a little stunned.

Although the rest of Hongnong Yang's children are all dandies, they were able to grow up in Yang's parents. They actually have a good appreciation of this kind of poetry and calligraphy. When they saw Wang Dong's handwriting, even Yang Maodao was quite surprised Shocked, he suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart. If Wang Dong's calligraphy is so good, he can write such good characters, maybe his poems will also be able to write... Immediately afterwards, he saw Wang Dongdao's writing by Luoluo That song comes.

"Pork Ode... this?"

The good student Yang Chongli was only in his teens at this time, and he still had a youthful heart. He watched his elder brother write, and couldn't help whispering.

When Wang Dong wrote down the name of this poem, Yang Chongli couldn't help being taken aback, "Singing it with pork?What is this?Could it be that you want to write about the pork during today's banquet?

Only then did Yang Chongli remember that there seemed to be several pork dishes at today's literary conference. The crystal trotters had a very refreshing taste, and the braised pork had a rich and smooth taste. The most delicious thing was the fried sweet and sour pork. It is said that sister Wu Meiniang had these three dishes cooked in her own kitchen. Yang Chongli also ate a few chopsticks. The child liked it very much, but did not pay special attention to it. At this time, he suddenly thought of it when he saw these three words.

"Clean and wash the pan, without water, the firewood can not afford smoke. Don't rush him when he is familiar with himself, he will be beautiful when the heat is enough..."

Yang Chongli couldn't help following Wang Dong's writing, while writing and reading in a low voice, he stopped silently in the middle of the reading, while everyone beside him stared at the poem with wide eyes.

For Pork Song, everyone's first impression is that it is strange, extremely strange.

First of all, this is not a poem but a poem. For the Tang people at this time, this scattered, prose-like style surprised them very much.

Originally, poetry was developed from the parallel Fu of the Han Dynasty. Although the antithesis rules are not as strict as the "Two Beijing Fu" and "Shanglin Fu", they still have a minimum style, but the lyricist further broke this rule. The rules of lyric cards were further relaxed. Based on people's habits at this time, it is like a person who has listened to party songs all his life and suddenly heard a pop song. Some people feel very uncomfortable, but some people's eyes shine.

There were a few children with a lower level of appreciation, who couldn't help laughing halfway through seeing them, and talked in a low voice. Yang Hu was the first to laugh and said: "What is this called?" But his laughing voice gradually became weaker, because he found that Many people did not start laughing at Wang Dong's writing as he imagined, but there was a deathly silence.

Yang Hu gradually stopped laughing, and looked at Yang Maodao in a daze, only to see Yang Maodao was frowning in thought, Yang Hu was stunned, then he looked up and saw Yang Shidao standing next to him, only to find that Yang Shidao's brows were frowning even tighter.

At this time, Yang Maodao was extremely surprised. His appreciation level of poetry and prose was relatively high, so when he saw Wang Dong write these words, besides feeling weird for the first time, he was also very surprised. He quickly noticed the artistic sense in it. That's right, the confrontation of this thing is irregular, it's completely like empty talk, but there is a huge tension inexplicably, which makes him understand when he looks at it, this kind of thing is not scribbled.

In an instant, Yang Maodao understood that Wang Dong didn't know how to write poems, but that his level was completely different from his. Unexpectedly, he didn't make Wang Dong look ugly this time, but gave him a chance to show himself.

At the same time, Yang Shidao, who was watching from the side, saw the shock brought by Wang Dong's "Ode to Pork" to a higher level.

"The good pork in Chang'an is as cheap as dirt. The rich don't want to eat it, and the poor don't know how to cook it. When they get up in the morning, they have two bowls, and they are so full that they don't care..." Yang Shidao couldn't help but follow Wang Dong's strokes to write the entire poem. Finish reading, and then chew carefully.

(End of this chapter)