Huan Rong

The lotus leaf rests on the bank of the stream, and the water rolls over several green grasses, swirling slightly.

The stream is crystal clear, and a few transparent small fish swim over, pecking at the edge of the lotus leaf, which is very interesting.

Huan Rong sat on the futon, looked around, and finally picked up the glass of wine.

Long ago, a maid spread out the paper, rolled up her sleeves and rubbed the ink, waiting for Huan Rong's masterpiece.

Qushui Liushang began, and so far no masterpieces have appeared.Huan Rong was about to write, which immediately attracted a lot of attention.

A 15-year-old boy, sitting by the stream in a deep blue suit, has picturesque features, beautiful and graceful.There is a little cinnabar mole on the forehead, which looks more and more extraordinary, like a luan and a phoenix.

Huan Rong was sick when he was young. After he was enlightened, he followed his uncle to study in Kuaiji County and rarely showed up in Jiankang.The senior disciples present, apart from Xie Xuan, Wang Xianzhi and others who were with him, did not know his identity very well.

On the contrary, Huan Yi was quite famous in Jiankang for his stupidity.

Seeing the two sitting together at this moment, thinking about the rumors before the Shangsi Festival, most people have guesses in their hearts.

Gentlemen wait for Huan Rong to write poems, while Yu You and others hope that Huan Rong will not be able to do it and make a fool of himself in public.The girl in the pavilion asked the servants to lift half of the veil, looked at the shore, and sometimes gave out admiration.

Regardless of whether Huan Rong is talented or not, just his appearance and temperament can win people's favor.

"Is this gentleman the fifth son of Nanjun Gong?"

"Looking at his age, it should be good."

"It is rumored that he once studied with the great Confucianists of the Zhou family, and got the words of 'extraordinarily intelligent' and 'beautiful talent and beautiful jade'."

"really?"

Several gentry girls whispered behind the screen, and invariably ordered the servants to copy Huan Rong's poems and submit them immediately.

The girl from the Yin family was in the pavilion together, but they were not liked by everyone.Even the talented and famous Liu Niang of the Yin family is not treated as well as in the past.

It was said earlier that the women of the Yin family are beautiful and elegant, with a bit of undergrowth style.It was even mentioned that Yin's Liu Niang has the demeanor of Xie Daoyun in his early years.

As a result, when Huan Rong's injury happened, the past praises became a joke.

"Such a girl, how can she be compared with Xie's girl!"

For the sake of the family, Xie Daoyun is willing to marry Wang Ningzhi. Even if she is dissatisfied with her husband's pedantry, she can still respect each other, maintain harmony in the family, maintain the in-law relationship between the Wang and Xie families, and fulfill her duties as a woman in the family. She can be a model for young ladies .

In contrast, the behavior of the Yin girl is really contemptuous.

No matter how dissatisfied Huan Yi is, he shouldn't just sit back and watch Yu's son commit murder.As a result, rumors arose that even if Princess Nankang relented and didn't send them to become bhikkhunis, the gentry of Jiankang middle-rank and above would not marry her easily.

Why did the powerful and noble families marry each other?

One is to strengthen the relationship with each other, and the other is to value women's virtues.

Only a mistress with excellent moral character, elegance and intelligence can support the inner courtyard of the gentry and raise a gentleman and a lady with both ability and virtue.Like a girl from the Yin family, she will act willfully and recklessly, and bring trouble to the family, so she will never be a good candidate for a first wife.

Mrs. Yin Kang returned home from the Huan Mansion, but she couldn't get sick that day, and she is still in bed.

It is not so much physical weakness as heart disease.

In any case, she was also born in a middle-ranking noble family, and she was taught by poetry and books since she was a child.If something happened to the daughter of the Yin family, the world would suspect that she would not be able to raise her, and her family would be troubled.

With such a reputation, it's not surprising that no one is willing to talk to Yin's daughter.

The former friends ignored him, and the girls from the Yin family were embarrassed besides embarrassing.In order not to be called capricious again, and unable to walk away, I feel more and more heavy on my heart, and I can't add more grievances.

When the water was flowing, the girls' attention was attracted, and Yin's daughter was finally able to breathe a sigh of relief.

Seeing the lotus leaf stop in front of Huan Rong, the girls stretched their smiles and commented on this young gentleman in the pavilion, most of which were words of praise.The Yin family's sixth mother clenched her sleeves tightly, thinking of the startled glimpse outside the window of the Huan Mansion that day, unconsciously there was contempt in her eyes.

Bingjiazi is extremely vulgar, what good poems can he make!

In fact, Huan Rong did not have poetic talent, but he couldn't hold back his rich "knowledge reserves".Although four-character poems are more appreciated nowadays, the masterpieces of poets, poets, poets, and poets, although new in style, still have a chance to amaze the audience.

But should it be done?

Facing the spread of white paper, several thoughts flashed through Huan Rong's mind. On the paper with a pen hanging on his wrist, his brows were slightly wrinkled, and the ink remained for a long time.

Yu Xuan put down the wine cup and was about to speak, but he heard a sneer from the other side: "How can a brother of an idiot write a poem? Why don't you punish yourself for three cups and leave the banquet knowing your shame. Don't pretend to waste the good time of spring."

Huan Rong looked up to the other side, and found that it was Yu Youzhi who spoke, and there was no surprise on his expression.

What should come will always come.

He had long thought that Yu Youzhi would not be honest, let alone polite during the Shangsi Festival.

Huan Yi was furious immediately.

"Yu Youzhi, you are so unreasonable!"

Yu Youzhi thought that Huan Rong could not write poems, so he made a mockery on the spot.

Seeing Huan Yi jumping up against the table, the collar of his deep shirt was ripped open, his face was red, and the veins on his forehead were bulging, as if he was rushing to make a fool of himself in front of everyone, and the sarcasm on his mouth was even more poisonous.

"Idiot, do you want to reason with me? Maybe you can speak smoothly?" After saying this, he laughed.

This is not counted, but also to pull in everyone present.

"You can ask everyone here, is it because I am being unreasonable, or are you an idiot brother who has no talent?"

As soon as this remark came out, everyone's expressions changed slightly, most of them were dissatisfied with Yu You.

On the Shangsi Festival, when the Qushui was flowing, Huan Rong was not the only one who could not compose poems.Yu Youzhi's words were too shocking, even the man who made the poem had a bad look on his face at the moment.

It is said that Huan's family is arrogant, but this Yu's son is really arrogant.To ridicule in public, with such immorality in his mouth, has insulted the Yu family's lintel!

As the saying goes, you don't slap someone in the face when you hit someone, and you don't expose your shortcomings when you swear.

Aristocrats and aristocrats have rules, and they cannot be modest and gentlemen, but they must also be frank and upright.

Huan Yi is indeed famous for being a fool, but the noble gentleman of Wuyi Lane seldom utters bad words.On the contrary, it is Yu You's generation who thinks that grabbing each other's feet hurts, and ridicules every time they meet.As everyone knows, he himself is the joke in the eyes of others.

"you!"

Huan Yi was so angry that he picked up the wine cup and was about to throw it to the other side.Before he could move, Huan Rong grabbed his elbow.

"Brother, don't be fooled, he is deliberately provoking you."

"Brother, let me go!" Huan Yi clenched his cheeks, "I will teach him a lesson today!"

You can mock him, but you must never mock his brother!

Even if he gets a notorious reputation, he still wants to vent his anger!

Huan Rong couldn't help it, he could only wink at A Gu.At this moment, the accompanying health servant came in handy.

I have to admire myself, I really have the foresight.

Yu Youzhi still thought it was not messy enough, so he kept uttering bad words.Xie Xuan stepped forward to stop him, and pressed Yu Youzhi's shoulder with one hand, and the latter turned pale immediately.

Qin Jing put down the wine cup, picked up a fruit, and bit off half of it with a click.The eyes that swept over Yu Youzhi seemed to be looking at a clown.

With such a character, is he worthy of a noble family?

"Brother Cong must be drunk, brother Rong must not be as knowledgeable as him." Yu Xuan called his servant and ordered him to cross the bank to watch Yu Youzhi, "If Brother Cong is in trouble, I will take care of it for you."

"promise."

Huan Rong nodded, he understood the truth.He even clung to Huan Yi's ear and said in a low voice: "Brother, once the dog bites you, no matter how angry you are, you can't bite it back."

Huan Yi was stunned, he loosened his strength and kicked down the wine bottle.

In the chaos, the skirts of several maidservants were wet with wine, so they had to step back temporarily.

Huan Rong cupped his hands and bowed to Xie Xuan, without even looking at Yu You.There was no maidservant to serve, so I relaid the paper myself, and wrote down four sentences: "The spring is late, and the flowers and trees are luxuriant. Cang Geng is crying, and Cai Cai is Qi Qi".

This article comes from "The Book of Songs Xiaoya Out of the Car", which is the language of praising spring.

"Rong is young, not good at poetry, not as good as you virtuous brothers. I can only express my feelings through ancient poems, I hope you virtuous brothers will not laugh."

"If it doesn't comply with the rules, Brother Rong will have to drink as a fine." Yu Xuan said immediately.

After he interrupted, the atmosphere at the scene turned for the better. Many noble men toasted and asked Huan Rong to punish him with a smile.

"Little brother punishes himself three cups."

Huan Rong picked up the glass of wine first, and drank it with his head up.Afterwards, the wine cups were brought, and they were drunk on the spot one after another.The movements are smooth and flowing, with endless freedom.

When the three cups were finished, all the people present clapped their hands and applauded.

"it is good!"

Amidst the laughter, the initial unhappiness dissipated in an instant.

A high-ranking gentleman glanced at Yu Youzhi, whose face was livid, and ignored him with a sneer.Even the people who agreed with him before turned their heads one after another at this moment, not wanting to have anything to do with him.

It is true that Huan Rong did not write poems, but he behaved and talked about Chu, Chu, Su and Su Su, with the demeanor of everyone, and his demeanor surpassed that of Yu Youzhi's half of Jiankang City.Even if such a gentleman has no talent, he is worthy of friendship.

Besides, would the gentleman who was once praised by the great Confucianism of the Zhou family have no talent?

The big joke of slipping the world!

The lotus leaf was pushed away from the shore and slowly floated down to a nobleman.

Huan Rong did not write new poems, so naturally they would not be transcribed.Yu Xuan took the original text into his hands, and after reading it twice, his drunkenness disappeared immediately.

"Brother Rong, which great Confucian did you learn this word from?"

Wang Xianzhi was on the left side of Yu Xuan. He turned his head when he heard the words, just took a look, stood up immediately, grabbed Huan Rong's handwriting with his hands, and praised while reading: "The pen is strong and strong, the characters are bone-like, and the stippling is beautiful. Good, very good." good!"

For a moment, it was time to make people let go of their pen and ink and write poems on the spot.Then hand it over to Huan Rong, and said with a smile: "This picture is for Brother Rong. Just give me the picture of Brother Rong."

Holding Wang Xianzhi's calligraphy, Huan Rong felt like being hit by a gold brick.Dazed, both eyes are Brother Kong Fang.

When I was young, my grandfather pressured me to practice calligraphy. I practiced regular script for several years, and when I was old, I could barely handle it.Unexpectedly, such a talented man as Wang Xianzhi could catch his eye.

Is this considered planting flowers deliberately but not blooming, but planting willows and willows unintentionally?

Thinking about it carefully, this matter is not difficult to understand.

Regular script originated from official script and appeared only at the end of the Han Dynasty, and gradually became the most popular script from the Jin Dynasty to the Sui and Tang Dynasties.

Huan Rong's writing power is less than one-thousandth of Wang Xian's, but the willow style he copied is a model for generations to come.In the eyes of people like Wang Xianzhi, being able to have two or three points of character is already a treasure.

The value is not in "fine" but in "new".

When Wang Xianzhi got the treasure, he admired it with his elder brother and refused to pass it on to others.

Xie Xuan and the others couldn't bear their curiosity and watched from across the shore. Those who were good at calligraphy nodded naturally, while those who were not good at calligraphy watched lively.

Qin Jing looked at the ink marks on the paper, turned to Huan Rong who was still a little embarrassed, her eyes were slightly bright.It is rumored that most of Huan's children, except Huan Mi, only know soldiers but not literature, which is probably absurd.

Suddenly becoming the focus, Huan Rong felt a little uncomfortable.Coupled with the fact that he was drunk, he simply excused himself to leave the table temporarily, and was supported by the little boy to a secluded place to calm down.

Huan Yi didn't think too much about it, the previous anger and aggrievedness were swept away, and he looked to the other side proudly.Seeing that Yu Youzhi's face was as black as the bottom of a pot, he immediately drank several cups, which was a pleasure.

After about two quarters of an hour, the maid came back after changing clothes and sat down beside the low couch.Huan Rong was later, everyone thought he was overwhelmed with alcohol and didn't pay much attention to it.

Several gentlemen made good works one after another, Huan Rong felt relaxed, leaned against the side of the couch in a daze, broke off a piece of rice, and almost stuck it in his nostril.

In his previous life, he was not low on alcohol, but in this life he really can't.

Don't look at the low alcohol content of the wine, after drinking three toasts, people will have double images.Also, if you write today's words, will you reveal your secrets when you return home? If others ask how to explain it, you have to think carefully...

A Gu handed over the cloth towel, and suddenly said strangely: "Lang Jun, where is your jade?"

Jade?

Huan Rong subconsciously touched his waist, looked down, and saw that the Nuanyu that was originally tied under the belt had disappeared.