Let's talk about Wentian Yu looking at this girl as if he was intoxicated. Even if his heart was still, he would inevitably be a little tempted. Hearing the girl's admiration, others hurriedly turned around and saw that this girl was as beautiful as a fairy, gentle and elegant, and there was someone beside her.
The maid, in comparison, was completely different, and everyone couldn't help but fall in love with her beauty.
The scholar stared at the woman with radiant eyes, hoping that the woman would pay more attention to him and win her favor. If he could spend the rest of his life with her, he would have no regrets in this life.
The old man finally finished painting and put away his brush. He looked at his masterpiece with satisfaction. He raised his head and said to everyone with a smile: "This picture is a copy of Tang Bohu's picture of the sound of pine trees on the mountain road. It is also the last painting of the old man. I am now old.
Gao, you should think about the joy of returning home."
Everyone was surprised when they heard the old man's words. The beautiful woman said regretfully: "The old man is a highly respected painter in the capital. It's a pity that he quits the painting like this. The little girl loves his works very much. Even her father in the family loves him very much."
Young girls are often asked to spend large sums of money to obtain paintings from their husbands."
The scholar listened to the beautiful woman's words and saw that she felt sorry for the old gentleman's resignation. He couldn't help but feel disappointed and wondered what he should do to please her.
The old man smiled slightly and said: "Miss Yun, you don't have to be disappointed because of the old man's departure. Instead, you should be happy for me. In previous years, you would come here to watch me paint. You can experience something every time and also collect my unhappy things."
There are few works, but this year’s one is different from previous years. I attached a poem, and after answering the next sentence, I gave it to him. I don’t know who has this fate.”
The beautiful woman listened to the old man's words and was stunned for a moment. She was proficient in poetry, calligraphy, and painting. This painting was the old man's final painting. She must get it for her father no matter what.
The beautiful woman pondered for a while and then said: "This method is very wonderful, sir. Please give me the last sentence, so that I can understand it or answer it."
The scholar heard this and said to himself that he was still worried about how to please her. This opportunity must not be missed. With his talent and learning, it is not difficult to deal with these poems. As long as he can get this painting for her, it will make her appreciate him.
I want to take another look. The two families are from well-matched families. Are we still afraid that we won't be able to get her?
Then the scholar said cheerfully: "I am not a talented student, so I would like to give it a try to see if I can or have the chance to get this painting."
Seeing that the two of them were full of confidence, the old man just nodded without saying anything. He picked up the pen and dipped it in ink, then wrote the last two lines of poetry. After finishing writing, the old man put the painting on the painting rail, and only saw the picture
On the lower left hand side, it reads: "Three paths in my hometown are surrounded by secluded bushes, and frost falls in the blue sky one night.
When the woman surnamed Yun saw the poem in the painting, she frowned and thought deeply. She couldn't understand it for a long time, and she felt extremely lost. She shook her head. It seemed that she could not ask for the painting back on behalf of her father this time.
"The little girl has little talent and little knowledge, so she cannot match the exquisite poetry of the old man," the woman surnamed Yun said helplessly.
At this time, the scholar was also shaking his head. He thought that the old man's poems, how could he not be able to understand the old man's poems because of his background as a Jinshi? He was slightly unwilling to accept it, but he really couldn't do it, and he had no choice but to say with a red face: "The old man is very knowledgeable.
, the student really admires it, and the student has no chance to get this painting."
Everyone also lowered their heads and thought, but no one came forward to answer. Most of them were ordinary people, and some of them had never been to an academy, so how could they write poems and lyrics.
"How about I try it next?" One person in the crowd came forward and said.
This person was Wen Tianyu who had been watching for a long time. He was just watching the fun, but when he saw the old man finished painting, he also suggested painting poems, and he immediately became interested. The poems were to him,
As simple as a daily meal, he had memorized ancient poems as early as later generations. Because he was poor at that time, he studied harder than ordinary students. Although this could be considered plagiarism from poets in history, who else could
He knows, as long as he doesn't say it, God will know and the earth will know. His old face turned red and his heart was filled with joy. He could only feel sorry for the original poet.
The old man saw that the person speaking was a handsome young man of twenty years old. He was dressed in white and brocade robes and had an extraordinary temperament. He looked a bit bookish.
So the old man smiled slightly and said, "Since I consider myself knowledgeable, I'll invite you."
Wen Tianyu didn't answer after hearing the words. He looked up at the poem on the painting. After reading it for a while, he couldn't help but feel a little stunned. Isn't this... a masterpiece by Tang Bohu of the Ming Dynasty? He was confused in his heart and turned to look at the smiling and staring man.
The old man himself thought that this poem Tang Bohu should not have been published to the world yet. How did the old man in front of him know about it? And what is his relationship with the famous masterpiece Tang Bohu? This Tang Bohu was in a state of poverty all his life, and he didn’t know who he was.
Sold to him or given to him? His thoughts were racing in his mind, and after thinking about it, this was also possible.
Wentian Yu pondered for a while, then smiled and said, "Old sir, please listen to what I'm saying."
He put his hands on his back and looked up at the sky, making him look like a great poet. I heard him slowly say this sentence: "How many guests from the world have not returned, but they use the fence to watch the autumn wind." His figure, that expression, that
The crisp and powerful voice deeply reflected in everyone's hearts.
