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Chapter 96: Punishment

Xu Qian shook his head and then read out Wen Tao's poem. It was a farewell poem of average quality, with one sentence that was considered outstanding, but in the ears of everyone, it was considered a top-notch work.

Unexpectedly, after Xu Qian recited Wen Tao's poem, he smiled solemnly, looked at Wen Tao with explicit eyes, and said: "Master Wen's poem "Send Wan'an" has some artistic conception, but..." He said very rudely:

"But in my eyes, it's simply vulgar. You use the theme of farewell to your friends and express your feelings through the rolling river. It's just a matter of deceiving laymen. In fact, it's nothing more than idle poetry. Such poetry has been unknown since ancient times.

There are so many songs, but they are very common."

Wen Tao was furious and said: "Since you say that Wen's poems are worthless, then Wen must ask for advice."

Xu Qian sighed and said, "Since you wrote a farewell poem, I might as well use the theme of farewell to open your eyes."

He pondered for a moment and thought to himself: "At this time, I have to search for some predecessors... Oh no, here are the poems of future generations."

In fact, plagiarism is the same as visiting a brothel. It is inevitable to be coy the first time. After more times, you can move your hands and flirt with her. Xu Qian is now considered a habitual offender. At this time, he no longer has any psychological pressure. He said seriously: "Haosang Li Chou"

The sun is setting, and the whining whip points eastward to the end of the world. Falling red is not a heartless thing, it turns into spring mud to protect the flowers..."

The main idea of ​​this poem is that my heart is surging because of the upcoming separation, but the sun is still gradually setting towards the western mountains. I have to wave my long whip in my hand and encourage the horse to go east. From now on, it will be difficult for us to be separated. The falling flowers are not ruthless.

Abandon this world, but in order to dissolve into the soil and give birth to another round of blooming. This poem was written by Gong Zizhen, and it can be said to be the leader of farewell poems, especially the last sentence. Falling red is not a heartless thing, it turns into spring mud to protect the flowers.

The flower falling into the mud is a metaphor for separation, which is extremely wonderful.

Although this poem did not have the effect of shocking everyone, it quickly received countless applause, making people couldn't help but cheer loudly. Looking back at Wen Tao's poem, it has a sense of the light of fireflies competing with the sun and the moon.

Hongxiu seemed to be stunned for a moment after listening to this poem. She had also seen some poems, which had a higher artistic conception than this poem. However, Xu Qian composed it casually, with that high-spirited expression, mocking other people's eyes,

And that chin that is always slightly raised is enough to make everyone eclipse her.

"This guy has some literary talent and handsome appearance, but it's a pity that he is too frivolous." Hong Xiu had many thoughts in her mind, and she subconsciously compared Xie Zhao and Xu Qian.

The unstoppable charm, the other is ugly in appearance and dull in behavior, making judgments about superiority and inferiority. However, it seems to be a trick of fate again...

Hong Xiu let out a rare deep breath, with a hint of resentment.

After Xu Qian finished reading, he looked at Wen Tao with a smile and said, "How is it? Mr. Wen, what else can you say?"

Wen Tao was stunned and couldn't say a word. He was not an idiot. Someone's sentence of turning into spring mud to protect flowers was equivalent to a slap in the face. He just dared to say a word of dissatisfaction without shame.

I'm afraid that everyone in Hangzhou will scold him for being ignorant.

"Mr. Xu, Brother Wen is not good at poetry, why are you trying to embarrass him? Since you want to do poetry, why not let me discuss it with you." Seeing that Wen Tao had no power to resist, Yang Tongzhi finally couldn't bear it.

He jumped out.

Originally, with his temperament, he would never be so reckless, but now that Xu Qian was being slapped in the face continuously, he was extremely arrogant. When his friend was in trouble, Yang Tongzhi naturally stepped forward.

At this time, he was shaking his fan and looking at Xu Qian with a half-smile.

Countless people poked their heads in outside the door. Those guys who bought Yang Tongzhi and others to win couldn't help but feel anxious when they saw Xu Qian's arrogance. At this time, Yang Tongzhi stepped forward, which made these people relieved.

Mr. Yang is considered an all-rounder, both in terms of poetry and articles. He is top-notch. Let’s see what Xu Qian has to say.

Unexpectedly, Xu Qian laughed, glanced at Yang Tongzhi with contempt, and said: "Mr. Yang's name is like thunder to Xu's ears. You have some skills in poetry and articles, but you are not worthy to compete with me!"

Yang Tongzhi was sullen and said, "How do you say this?"

Xu Qian said: "If a person is illiterate, even though he has some literary talent, he is not as good as a wine bag and rice bag, why should such a person compete with me?"

People inside and outside the hall couldn't help but be surprised. Yang Tongzhi followed his words and asked: "What's the allusion to this?"

Xu Qian laughed and said, "Just look at your fan."

Yang Tongzhi put down the paper fan, looked at it doubtfully, and said: "This fan is the dharma sticker of Xu Zhenqing, Mr. Xu Xianggong. I bought it with a lot of money and mounted it on the paper fan. What? Is there anything wrong with this fan?"

Xu Zhenqing is also a well-known talent for a long time, but he is of a higher class and is known as a Wuzhong talent. Compared with the so-called celebrities and talents in Hangzhou, he is in a new realm. This person is quite good at calligraphy and painting, and is very popular among people.

Although he has passed away, the paintings and calligraphy he left behind are very expensive.

Xu Qian sneered and said: "The Dharma sticker in your fan is fake. Fortunately, others still call you a talented man. Unexpectedly, you are showing off with a fake. What else is this but ignorance?"

Everyone couldn't help but feel curious, so although Xu Qian's words were shocking, everyone held their breath.

A trace of suspicion flashed across Yang Tongzhi's eyes, and he said, "Since you say it's a fake, what proof do you have?"

Xu Qian was so calm that he said: "Xu Zhenqing and Mr. Xu Xianggong's calligraphy and paintings are famous for their lightness and wildness. The running script on the paper fan is also very similar, and every line of words is written in one go. It is obviously not the kind of inferior copying, but..." Xu Qian's

He had good eyesight and continued: "The inscription and postscript say that Fa Tie was written in the third year of Zhengde. Don't you know that Xu Xianggong's thoughts turned to the retro style at that time and he admired Wang Yangming quite a lot, so he often incorporated Wei Dynasty into his calligraphy.

Jin ancient style?”

Yang Tongzhi was stunned for a moment, and when he looked at the running script on the fan again, he was also suspicious, but he refused to admit defeat easily: "Is this how Master Xu concluded that this is a fake?"

Xu Qian smiled slightly and said: "Otherwise, just bring a fan. There are always clues about any fake. I can tell that it is a fake based on this alone. But to convince you, I need direct evidence."

."

Yang Tongzhi handed the fan over with hesitation.

After Xu Qian looked at it repeatedly, he smiled slightly and said: "This is undoubtedly a fake. The forger is very clever. He took Xu Xianggong's intention and tried to confuse the fake with the real one, but he didn't know that the flaw was finally revealed. Please read this paper first. The inscription and postscript

He claimed that he wrote it when he was free at home, and Xianggong Xu's home was Jiangnan. However, the paper used for this calligraphy was neither Wuzhong gold paper nor Songjiang Tan paper, but Xiqing paper. I would like to ask, is there Xiqing paper in Wuzhong?

Paper? Xianggong Xu was from Wuzhong, and most of the works left behind were made of gold-sprinkled paper. Why did he suddenly use the phrase "Western Green Paper" at home?"

On the surface, this question seems a bit confusing, but only people of this era know that these so-called papers are divided into regions. For example, sprinkled gold paper is produced in Suzhou and is the paper used by most scholars. In addition to sprinkled gold paper

In addition to paper, Songjiang Tan paper is more popular here in Jiangnan, but the so-called Xiqing paper comes from Shanxi. Shanxi and Jiangnan are far south and north. It would be nothing if it were in later generations. The circulation of goods in later generations was fast and convenient, so

The products are the same. Products from Jiangnan can be bought anywhere in the world, but this is the Ming Dynasty. Who would have enough to eat and have nothing to do? Hire Jiangnan’s paper on oxcarts, horse-drawn carriages, and hire a few people.

Transporting it to Shanxi? I'm afraid that just a few months of eating, drinking, and eating of people and animals along the way is enough to make a middle-class family close to bankruptcy.

Therefore, in Jiangnan, there is no Xiqing paper circulating at all, and the person who made this fake dharma sticker should be a Shanxi person.

The paper in Shanxi is not as smooth as the paper in Jiangnan, and it tends to turn yellow over time. Although the paper on this dharma post has been re-framed, some yellow marks have also appeared.

Yang Tongzhi's face looked a little unhappy.

Xu Qian added: "Also, try your best to read the structure of the words in this calligraphy. Although the person who made this fake has learned 90% of Xu Xianggong's calligraphy, a fake is a fake. In order to prevent others from seeing through it, he

In his running calligraphy, the characters are sometimes loose and sometimes close to each other. Xu Xianggong is a master of calligraphy, how could he make this mistake?"

Xu Qian finally tapped the inscription and postscript with his hand: "As for the inscription and seal, the problem is even bigger. In the third year of Zhengde's reign, he was a doctor of Guozi, but this seal is the seal of 'Deputy of Dali Zuosi Temple'

, Yang Gongzi, in the third year of Zhengde, Xianggong Xu did encounter some problems, so that he was demoted from Dali Temple Shaoqing to Guozi Doctor. Logically speaking, maybe this is his work when he was in Dali Temple, but don't forget

In the inscription and postscript, he claimed that he wrote it at home, but as far as I know, Xu Xianggong happened to return to his hometown when he was demoted. In other words, the seal he used at this time should be Dr. Guozi, and definitely not "Dali Zuosi"

Vice', unless Mr. Xu is shameless and shows off his old official name even though he was demoted, for this reason alone, will Mr. Yang believe it?"


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