The richest man Yang Fei

"Mr. Yang!" Luo Yuxi suddenly took his hand.

Yang Fei woke up like a dream, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Luo Yuxi said, "Look at the murals over here."

"mural?"

On one side of the wall, which was half collapsed, there was indeed a mural.

It's just that the mural is already in ruins, and a small half of it is missing.

"Is this mural similar to silk painting?" Luo Yuxi asked.

Yang Fei took out the silk painting for comparison, and said, "It's really similar!"

Luo Yuxi said: "There is a poem on it!"

Yang Fei took a closer look and read: "Thousands of shapes and phenomena are still empty, and the mountains and waters are repeated. The infinite dry seedlings are dying, and there are strange peaks in the leisurely place. Why is the silk painting so similar to this mural? Why is the silk painting so similar? There is no poem on the mural, but there is a poem on this mural? Is this poem reminding the descendants of the Luo family? Could it be related to the treasure? This poem is so familiar, it seems to be a riddle poem, who wrote it?"

Chapter 1820 Gifted Scholars and Beautiful Ladies Solve Poetry Riddles Together

Luo Yuxi also read the poem and said, "This is a riddle poem written by the Tang Dynasty poet Lai Hu, and the title of the poem is the answer to the riddle."

Yang Fei thought to himself, Miss Luo is really knowledgeable.

Luo Sheng asked: "Sister, what is the answer to the mystery?"

Luo Yuxi said: "Yun! The name of this poem is called Yun."

Luo Sheng said: "Clouds? That's right, there are a lot of clouds in this painting, and it matches with such a poem about things."

Luo Yuxi's thoughts were the same as Yang Fei's, and he said, "Mr. Yang, does this poem remind you of the hidden treasure?"

Yang Fei said: "It's also possible. Your ancestors were afraid that you would lose the painting, so they mentioned the poem here."

Luo Yuxi said: "After reading this poem, I am even more confused. What does this cloud word have to do with the treasure place?"

Yang Fei swept his gaze, walked to the other side of the hall, and said, "There is also a mural on the wall over there."

The Luo family sisters came over to look at the paintings on the wall.

The painting is also incomplete.

Everyone only looked at the remaining corner of the painting wall.

This is a landscape painting, the mountains are so steep, the water is gurgling, there are flowers and birds, it is full of spring, as the saying goes, the mountains are colorful when you look at them from a distance, and the water is silent when you are close.

There is also a poem inscribed on the painting.

Poetry Cloud:

The spring breeze reaches Hengyang overnight, and the waters of Chu and Yanshan are thousands of miles long.

Mo Dao will return when spring comes, although Jiangnan is a good place.

Luo Sheng pointed to the poem and said with a smile: "Sister, this poem mentions Hengyang! Is the treasure right there?"

Yang Fei said: "That's unlikely. Why didn't your ancestors travel thousands of miles away to hide treasures there? Moreover, in the midst of war, it is unwise to travel far with so many treasures."

Luo Yuxi said: "I've never heard of this poem, Mr. Yang, do you know who wrote it?"

Yang Fei said: "This is a poem written by Wang Gong in the Ming Dynasty. Wang Gong is from my hometown. I know a thing or two about him. You don't know him, but you must know the Yongle Dadian. He is one of the majors. "

Luo Yuxi said: "So it's from your hometown! Then, isn't this poem also a riddle poem?"

Yang Fei laughed and said, "Most of the poems written by Wang Gong are poems about things. What he sings doesn't contain a word in the poems, so it can also be called riddle poems."

Luo Sheng said: "Could it be that the poems written by this person are all riddle poems? You said he is from your hometown, so tell me, what other poems does this person have?"

Yang Fei said: "Are you testing me?"

Luo Sheng snorted mischievously: "By the way, I'm just testing you! I want to see how many ancient poems you know, a businessman full of money!"

Yang Fei laughed: "If you test me on other poets, I may not be able to answer them. I still know a few of this person's poems."

Luo Sheng said: "Yo, you're boasting! Don't play tricks, just listen to it!"

Yang Feidao: "The sound of Xiaoxiao on the Qingjiang River makes thousands of leaves float in the forest. Where is the most desolate place, the Baling Bridge with a few broken willows. Guess what is the answer to this poem?"

Luo Sheng rolled his eyes and looked at Luo Yuxi: "Sister, you know it!"

Luo Yuxi smiled sweetly and said, "I don't know this poem, but I can try to guess it, um, it's loud and makes thousands of leaves flutter in the forest, it must be the wind!"

Luo Sheng clapped his hands and laughed, "Is it the wind?"

Yang Fei said: "What kind of wind is it?"

Luo Sheng let out a cry, and asked Luo Yuxi, "Sister, what kind of wind is it?"

Luo Yuxi said: "There are desolate words in the poem, and there are broken willows on the Baqiao Bridge, so it must be the autumn wind."

Luo Sheng asked Yang Fei, "Is it the autumn wind?"

Yang Fei said: "Yes, the title of this poem is "Ode to the Autumn Wind."

Luo Sheng said: "Wow, sister, you are so good, you guessed it right the first time."

Luo Yuxi said: "As the saying goes, when the west wind blows on the white horse, the apricot blossoms rain down on the south of the Yangtze River. In ancient times, Chang'an was a big city, and many poets and poets used to serve as officials there, or lived there as tourists. Baling and Yangguan, together The east of Chang'an and the west of Chang'an are two farewell places. When you leave Baling in the east, you come to the south of the Yangtze River, and when you leave Yangguan in the west, you go to the desert. Therefore, Baling folds willows and leaves Yangguan in the west. , has become the image representative of farewell in ancient poems.”

Luo Sheng smiled and said, "Sister, you are so knowledgeable! Yang Fei, are you convinced?"

Yang Fei said: "Miss Luo, she is really a talented woman! Admiration, admiration!"

Luo Yuxi said: "But, I'm still not as good as you. You are the real genius!"

Luo Sheng said: "You two, one is a wit and the other is a beauty! A wit and a beauty! Only I am an ignorant village girl! Hey, you two are so smart, let me talk about this poem written by Wang Gong , what is it about?"

Yang Fei said: "I think, your sister has already guessed it?"

Luo Yuxi said: "Hengyang is a place name, but in ancient poems, it is also a representative of an image. There are many poems chanting Hengyang by the ancients. The scenery is different in autumn, and the geese in Hengyang go without paying attention. Thousands of miles of Hengyang geese, this year went north again. Return. Go back to the head of Yanfeng Peak, fly south according to the agreement. The geese are frightened, and the sound breaks the Hengyang Pu. Wait, there are many, many."

Luo Sheng said: "Is it because there is a Huiyan Peak in Mount Heng?"

Luo Yuxi said: "Yes, so, geese have become an image expressed in Hengshan's poems."

Luo Sheng suddenly realized: "So, this poem is about geese?"

Yang Fei smiled and said, "By the way, the title of this poem is called Chun Yan."