156. Chapter 156 Stuck at home writing poetry and playing
"Is poetry really useful?" Qian Wubing couldn't help but muttered as he looked at the two beautiful people in front of him, holding pen tubes in their hands, biting his nose and frowning in deep thought.
Opposite them, a certain young man who had been deceived by his genius words also had a sad face. In front of him, there was not even a single ink mark on the snow-white declaration, let alone handwriting. In this situation,
It has been going on for almost half an hour.
Here's what happened.
Zhu Houzhao, who was very excited after not knowing what he had eaten early in the morning, arrived at the Qian Mansion in a light car. Although he was not here to find Qian Wubing, he still successfully blocked Qian Wubing at home. Of course, Sun
Qian and Li Feng'er, two girls who were marveling and admiring Tang Yin's poems, were also bumped into by him.
Zhu Houzhao just casually expressed his disdain for this little-known poet, and then he successfully angered Li Feng'er.
Didn't you say that you have been well-read and talented since you were a child? You don't even look down on such beautiful words, but you probably can write good poems. Li Feng'er was very unhappy. At this time, Zhu Houzhao said carelessly,
It's useless to learn this. Even if the court recruits scholars, no one will see whether your poetry is good or not. The most serious thing is the Four Books and Five Classics policy and so on. Even if he is talented, he will only work hard on those things. Poetry is the way to go.
If you plant a small path, don't go to the elegant hall.
Then. Then there is no more! Li Feng'er has already placed the Four Treasures of the Study in front of him. Just talking without practicing is not enough. How about everyone write one? I would like to read it, even the poems of the most talented person in the south of the Yangtze River.
How advanced is the insignificant Mr. Huang in this field of study?
Qian Wubing didn't realize that Li Feng'er was still a literary young woman in her heart. However, thinking about Li Feng'er's background, it seems understandable that what Li Feng'er did before was a singer. If this is right for the music
I don’t understand anything about poetry, and it’s too hard for people to imagine. There are folk dances that don’t use melodic poetry, but that’s called Yangge.
Of course, he could also guess a little bit of the deeper reasons. Girls are afraid of pestering men. Li Feng'er knows clearly how Zhu Houzhao feels about Li Feng'er. However, no matter how good Zhu Houzhao's background is, the girl always hopes that she will be with him.
My sweetheart is not just a dandy who only relies on the blessings of his predecessors! He is somewhat talented and knowledgeable, and somewhat brave. No matter which aspect he has this talent, it can be regarded as the merits of his sweetheart. Taking this opportunity
, it seems normal to test each other.
Zhu Houzhao's eyes have been rolling around for a long time. He regretted for once in his life that he didn't listen carefully when Master Yang taught him how to read. Otherwise, he wouldn't be so blind now. However, it seems that what Master Yang taught is
The way of a saint does not teach poetry or anything like that!
He looked at the situation around him. Sister Feng and Sun Qian in front of him were thinking seriously, as if they were in a trance. Apart from Zhang Yong, who was as unmoving as a piece of wood, the only person in the yard was Qian Wubing who had come with him.
It would be great if these two people could help me without leaving any trace! He thought distressedly, if he really wanted to embarrass this person in front of Sister Feng, he himself would feel shabby.
Hey, forget it Zhang Yong. Even when he was serving him in the East Palace, he listened to the lectures of his masters. However, it seems that this slave has trouble writing a self-defense statement. He can't count on it. Qian Wubing, Qian
Not to mention he is not sick. It seems that he has never been able to read or study, so there is no hope for him.
Do you want to find a way to escape? Escape from urine? That's too vulgar. The person opposite is Sister Feng! Let's find another way to escape! Those damn slaves, every time they have fun and don't let them disturb them, they always do this.
I came to report that incident, but today when I asked them to come in and give me an excuse, each of these slaves seemed to be dead.
Zhu Houzhao was in a dilemma. He looked left and right, but he couldn't shout loudly.
Qian Wubing was a little bored and stood up. First he went to the two girls and took a look. Sun Qian had written two poems. However, it was obvious that he was not satisfied with the writing and had it erased by himself. As a disciple of Tang Yin,
In addition to his painting skills, Tang Yin also taught him some things in this area under the influence of his ears and eyes. Among the three people in the room, she was probably the most talented in this area.
Li Feng'er also wrote a few sentences. Unfortunately, Qian Wubing obviously couldn't taste the quality of these poems. Anyway, the things written by girls are nothing more than worries, complaints, etc. These things can't be seen
They all seem to look the same.
Zhu Houzhao, on the other hand, looked at his actions and was a little surprised. Qian Wubing actually understood this. Judging from his serious look, it really seemed like that.
How did he know that Qian Wubing was anxious about something at the moment? Today was the first day of the Lunar New Year, and it was the day he had decided to collect the safe money from Qianhu. He had instigated this matter, and he must have done it in Qianhu's place.
He didn't have to guess who was in charge. No matter how big or small something happened today, there would always be something happening in Xicheng. But at this time, the emperor blocked him at home, so he had no choice but to say sorry to his subordinates who were eagerly waiting for him as the backbone.
Well, wish yourself well!
"You also know this?" Seeing Qian Wubing wandering to his side, Zhu Houzhao lowered his voice and said.
Qian Wubing shook his head, and Zhu Houzhao had a look of disappointment on his face.
"Is Your Majesty in a bit of a dilemma? Qian Wubing looked at the shiny and new decree in front of him and asked in a low voice.
"Quickly think of a way. As long as you don't lose face in front of Sister Feng, you can do anything!" Zhu Houzhao said hurriedly: "How about you go out and find someone to write a song?"
Qian Wubing was silent, but he couldn't hide this from Li Feng'er, who was smart and ice-snow in front of him. He was mumbling in and out. A fool could guess what was going on. If he wanted to help the emperor, this method would not work.
"Since you can't write it yourself, Your Majesty will just randomly mix the words and phrases of the predecessors and come up with something that can get away with it!" Qian Wubing thought of his own memory. It seemed that there was such a plot, which seemed to be something he had heard in later generations.
It's a joke, a few poems that are like soy sauce, it is omnipotent, almost all poems can be matched with it, although the things that are matched like this do not show my talent, but it is also a new way to use it for this occasion.
There's nothing better than getting through it, maybe, you can even make a beautiful lady laugh.
"How can I remember any poems?" Zhu Houzhao almost had his hair growing out of his head. Qian Qing, don't you know the pain of having to use poems?
"Let me think about it!" Qian Wubing recalled seriously, what those soy sauce poems were about, whether they were "hanging from the southeast branch" or "a branch of red apricot sticking out of the wall", it doesn't matter, it can be used anyway.
However, I don’t remember the previous ones very clearly! But it doesn’t matter. When the matching doesn’t work, just use these two sentences to fill in the gaps. That’s foolproof.
"Your Majesty, I will teach you two sentences. One is "hanging from the southeast branch" and the other is "a branch of red apricot comes out of the wall." If there are five words, use the first one to make the next sentence. If there are seven words, use
The second one is the next sentence, yes, just these two sentences! I asked someone to come in and recite a few poems to His Majesty, and His Majesty mixed them as he pleased. If they really don’t match well, I’ll use these two to top it off!"
"Is this okay?" Zhu Houzhao looked a little broken. He didn't know yet, so he could make a new poem.
"I believe, Your Majesty, writing poems like this is much more fun than those serious poems. Your Majesty will know after you try it!"
Li Feng'er wrote a sentence vigorously and shook her head. She was a little dissatisfied. However, this was much better than her usual game work. Poetry requires talent and inspiration. At most, she is just a lover, but not
Anyone who eats this bowl of rice can write a poem with neat dialogue and good meter within half an hour, which is already considered good.
Suddenly a low voice of poetry recited in his ears, and he raised his head somewhat strangely, only to see the accountant in the mansion holding a scroll in his hand. He didn't know when he came in. He was beside his brother, shaking his head and reciting poetry.
Woolen cloth.
"Don't worry about me, you write your own!" Qian Wubing saw Li Feng'er looking at him and waved his hands with a smile: "I'm also tainted by this bookishness! I don't know many words, but I know how to listen!
"
Zhu Houzhao sat upright on the chair. After listening to a few poems, he let go. He simply followed the method taught by Qian Wubing, concentrated on organizing, stewed in a pot, and began to write eloquently.
"Okay!" After a while, Zhu Houzhao dropped his pen and breathed out with relief, "I've finished writing!"
However, his eyes did not dare to look at what he had written. He did not even know what he had written.
"Oh!" Li Feng'er glanced at him, "Has Sister Qian finished writing?"
"I've finished writing, but I won't show off my shame anymore!" Sun Qian said a little sarcastically. Even if the emperor had finished writing, she didn't show off what she had written first, even if it was just for fun: "Ah, Feng'er, you haven't written yet.
It’s over, you’re over, you’ve been compared to Mr. Huang!”
"Humph, seeing how much he has written, I don't believe how good his words and sentences are!" Liu Feng'er looked a little unconvinced, but there was a trace of expectation in her eyes.
"It's hard to say. Bai Juyi's poems are also very long, but his writing is not bad!" Sun Qian covered her mouth and said with a smile. Li Feng'er's mischievous look is really cute.
"Haha, you guys underestimate me too much. I'm not bragging. Every sentence I say is carefully crafted. Even the great people in the Tang and Song Dynasties could only write like this!" Zhu Houzhao said boldly, he said
He made up his mind that if Li Feng'er's face suddenly changed color after hearing what he wrote, he would immediately blame Qian Wubing for the entire matter. Sister Feng would not be rude to his brother! Besides,
He really wasn't bragging. Every sentence he wrote was written by those other people, and of course it would not be worse than what those other people wrote.
"Humph, I want to take a look. If you brag, you will feel better!" Liu Feng'er walked over and picked up the rice paper full of handwriting in front of him.