Number of People

  Chapter 1257 The Realm of Geng Scroll

  As soon as these two sentences came out, Baoyu's round face froze immediately, and he chewed repeatedly, but his heart felt dejected.

   Although he really didn't want to admit it, he also knew that he couldn't hide it from others. The level of these two lines was not comparable to his own poem.

  The first sentence is anthropomorphic to the bone, and the latter sentence has a natural artistic conception, which is out of the world. As long as it is a woman, no matter who hears these two poems, they will subconsciously substitute themselves into it and cannot extricate themselves.

Looking at the three pairs of eyebrows of Miaoyu, Xiuyan and Yuanyang, the admiration could not be suppressed, Baoyu sighed inwardly, no wonder Brother Feng was able to win the hearts of Sister Bao and Sister Lin. Fragmented sentences are broken, they are all invincible, which girl can stand up to this kind of critical attack that sweeps away all heart defense fortresses?

  Baoyu was right in guessing that this kind of natural superiority item from the scholarly literati is indeed extremely lethal to some young girls, Miaoyu and Xiuyan are indeed heartbroken by it.

Especially Miaoyu, when she connected these two lines with her appearance, background and state of mind, she felt that these two lines of Feng Ziying's poems were tailor-made for her. Previously, she thought that Baoyu's poem was quite artistic, but now Compared with the two, they seem so vulgar and boring. Feng Ziying's two sentences are the truest portrayal of himself, and only those who deeply understand themselves can write such poems.

Xiuyan also had this kind of touch. She originally had a high-minded and self-confident nature, so when everyone thought that marrying Feng Ziying as a concubine should be a good way out, she was not too enthusiastic, although she admired Feng Ziying's outstanding performance. , but she never thought about taking such a shortcut. She didn't realize it until her uncle had an attempt in this regard, and her complicated emotions also made her very entangled.

She didn't expect to be touched by Feng Ziying's words today at the Guanshan Mountain in Aujingxi, and now she was hit by Feng Ziying's two lines of poems, and Xiuyan's inner defense was instantly defeated. She felt that the man in front of her didn't matter He is unparalleled in every aspect, and it is no wonder that when the sisters in the garden mentioned him, they knew that he was a man of the same family, but they still couldn't extricate themselves like moths to a flame.

  I used to think that my girlfriends seemed to be able to resist this kind of attraction, but now looking at Miaoyu's situation, Xiuyan knew that she might just fall.

   On the contrary, the mentality of mandarin ducks is much better. Feng Ziying's attraction to her is not one or two poems, but Feng Ziying's character. Of course, as a literati, being able to recite poems and compose Fu naturally also has the advantage of bonus.

   All in all, Feng Ziying probably didn't expect that the two lines of poems that she just made up in this way could surpass her countless performances in other aspects.

After the silence, it was Baoyu who broke the silence, "Brother Feng, you also said that you don't know how to write poems. If you don't sing, you're already a blockbuster, and if you don't fly, you're already soaring into the sky. My little brother can't catch up, and I don't dare to fight against others again. "

There is a hint of loneliness and helplessness in Baoyu's words, but of course there is also a bit of open-mindedness. He probably wants to understand the reason why he thinks that he can be stronger than a second-class Jinshi, even if he is not good at this aspect. , but this is not good enough to compare with those first-class Jinshi and second-class Jinshi.

Xiuyan took a deep breath, and whispered softly: "Brother Feng, you still say that you are not good at poetry and Fu, just two lines of poems, I am afraid that you are second to none among your classmates? I also heard that you are not good at poetry There is a poem about plum blossoms."

"Oh?" Feng Ziying was taken aback. The song "Bu Suanzi Yongmei" that he and Lian Guoshi and others "made" when appreciating the plums had never been mentioned to outsiders, because it was a typical plagiarism, and I was a little embarrassed. So they kept silent all the time, how did Xiuyan know about it?

  Seeing Feng Ziying was greatly surprised, Xiuyan felt even more confident.

She went to her aunt and aunt's house by accident. When she met her uncle and aunt, she learned about it from Jia Cong when she was examining Jia Cong's poems and poems. I heard from Zhou Jiaoyu, who taught them the scriptures, that Zhou Jiaoyu was full of praise for this poem "Bu Suanzi Yongmei" written by his master, and he said that it is magnificent and grand, with a large scale and a grand atmosphere.

  Xiuyan was quite surprised to see Feng Ziying, but she didn't deny it, but she admired Feng Ziying even more in her heart.

Even though a scholar-official puts the court affairs at the top of his list, he doesn’t need to be too harsh on poetry, but this man refuses to spend his time on poetry for the sake of official court affairs. The practices of officials in various poetry and cultural associations are quite different, but they have their own opinions in their pockets. This is usually invisible, and occasionally it is exposed, and it can be felt at once.

   Baoyu was also taken aback, "Brother Feng still has a poem about plum blossoms?"

  Feng Ziying waved her hand, "No way, it's just a thing of the past. Now, Baoyu and I are qualified to taste the tea made by Miaoyu himself?"

  Xiuyan smiled sweetly, and looked at her best friend: "This depends on sister Miaoyu's evaluation, but my younger sister thinks it's okay."

  Miaoyu's fair and jade-like cheeks had a rare blush, but she didn't answer, she just turned around and went back to the back room of the nunnery, probably to boil water and prepare to serve tea.

  Feng Ziying didn't take it seriously either, and shook her head with a smile, "Let's go, Baoyu, it's rare for me to taste the tea in Quicui'an."

Feng Ziying and Baoyu sat down and chatted with Xiuyan, but Yuanyang went to the back room to help. After waiting for a while, before the tea was served, they heard voices coming from outside the door. The two sisters came in.

   "Hey, why are there only the second and fourth sisters, sister Lin, sister Yun, and third sister?" Baoyu was also quite surprised.

"They were still talking about the past and the present in Hengwu Garden, so my second sister and I came out first." Xichun also has a cold temper, which is somewhat similar to Miaoyu in this respect, so the two have some contacts, but Miaoyu is unsophisticated However, Xichun looks at the world with a cold eye.

   "Then come and sit down. Sister Miaoyu has gone to serve tea." Baoyu called them in, but Xiuyan followed them out. Seeing that they were Yingchun and Xichun, they were naturally very affectionate.

   "Oh? Sister Miaoyu serving tea?" Xichun was also a little surprised.

She has quite a lot of contacts with Miaoyu, second only to Xiuyan. She is the one who comes the most in this Changcui Nunnery except Xiuyan. Sometimes Miaoyu will go to her Nuanxiangwu to sit for a while. It is a common language.

She also knows Miaoyu's temperament very well. Although Feng Ziying has a marriage contract with her because of Lin Ruhai's arrangement, Miaoyu herself is very resistant and has always refused to accept it. She even preferred to become a monk. Today she is willing to serve tea to Feng Ziying and Baoyu , It seems to be the way of hospitality, but from Xiuyan's tone, it seems that it is not just ordinary hospitality.

  Xiuyan smiled and explained the previous story. Baoyu's poem was nothing more than that, but Feng Ziying's casual words shocked Yingchun and Xichun.

This Yuanying Tanxi Sichun should be regarded as the most outstanding person in Jia's mansion. Since childhood, he has loved piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and is quite good at reading. Yuanchun is excellent in all aspects, Yingchun is the best at chess, and Tanchun is especially good at it. Poetry and calligraphy, and Xichun's painting skills are especially good, and poetry is also good.

  Feng Ziying’s two poems are both excellent sentences, and any one of them can be passed down for a while in the poetry and literature clubs in the capital city, and it is regarded as a standard. Could it be said that this kind of level is Qingtan Academy's lack of proficiency? That would be too incredible.

The biggest possibility is that Feng Ziying’s great poems and essays are regarded as small ways, and he is unwilling to influence outsiders’ views on current affairs because of his own attainments in poems and essays, but hopes that everyone will focus on his strategy and planning on current affairs. He will deliberately hide his strength in poetry and prose, but occasionally revealing his hand is enough to shock Shilin.

No wonder Feng Xiuzhuan in Beijing was not affected at all because of his lack of proficiency in poetry. Many people in the know probably knew that Feng Ziying was just unwilling to expose her strength in poetry. It really can only be swollen by the backlash.

Needless to say, Yingchun looked at Feng Ziying with extreme admiration and obsession, and Xichun also changed from the previous indifference and aloofness. Looking at Feng Ziying's eyes was more than a little complicated admiration. People are worthy of respect.

"Okay, okay, it's not worth mentioning, it's not worth mentioning, it's just two broken sentences, if you say that I'm a blind cat and met a dead mouse, it's about the same, sister Xiuyan, don't say this here , drink tea, drink tea,..."

Feng Ziying waved her hands again and again, but Xiuyan refused to give up. She finally saw that her best friend was a little moved. She always hoped that her best friend would have a good home. Obviously, Brother Feng was the best choice, and he had a marriage contract himself, so he didn't want to marry her. Knowing that this best friend of mine is so crazy, Brother Feng is not pleasing to the eye, and has been unwilling to agree. Today, his attitude has obviously changed, and this poem has also played a big role. How can we not strike while the iron is hot?

"Brother Feng, you can be regarded as a blind cat meeting a dead mouse? Then why can't others meet? Besides, these two sentences count, what about the song "Bu Suanzi Yongmei"? I heard from Mr. Huan Even Zhuangyuan Lang was amazed by it, and he said that this poem is the best after he released the old man. The younger sister is not good at this poem, but sister Miaoyu and the fourth younger sister are everyone. It is better to let sister Miaoyu and Comment from the fourth sister?" Xiuyan stared at Feng Ziying playfully and said: "Little sister, don't you believe that Brother Feng picked this up from some ruined temple or cliff."

  Feng Ziying didn't expect Xiuyan to be so mischievous, she scratched her head helplessly: "Sister Xiuyan, this..."

Both Yingchun and Xichun knew about this song "Bu Suanzi · Yongmei". At this moment, when they thought about it again, they remembered that brother Feng had just married sister Shen's family last year, and it had a different taste, but now brother Feng had married sister Xue's family. Married again.

  (end of this chapter)