The ninth and eighth chapter God's turning point (five)
As powerful as a frightening dragon, floating like floating clouds, the "Yong Chopstick" on the rice paper was like a dragon bursting out of the paper, stirring up the awe-inspiring righteousness and aura in the room, and shocking everyone in the room.
As soon as an expert takes action, he will know whether it is there or not.
Those who were dissatisfied with Zhu Ping'an's parachuting as a lecturer in Prince Yu's Mansion could not help but remain silent at this time.
After writing the title, Zhu Pingan stopped the brush, turned around and dipped it skillfully in ink, and then splashed the ink on the screen rice paper again.
This guy can write so well. He can't write poetry to perfection, right?!
Seeing Zhu Ping'an swiping the brush again, Wang Yaozu's face turned even grayer, his heart was in his throat, he was worried to the extreme, and his toes were clenched nervously.
finally
Under the scorching gazes of the crowd, the brush in Zhu Pingan's hand came into contact with the rice paper again, and he splashed ink, and the brush moved like a dragon and a snake. The dragons jumped out on the paper, winding and leaping into words.
In an instant, the first line of the poem appeared in the middle-aged man's eyes.
"Looking at a pair of Xiangjiang jades side by side"
Zhu Pingan dipped his fill in ink once, which was only enough to write this sentence.
"Looking at a pair of Xiangjiang jades side by side... This sentence sounds very ordinary, like ice boiled in white water, unremarkable..." After Zhu Pingan finished the first sentence, someone at the bottom couldn't wait to recite it again.
, but after reading it, I couldn’t help but shake my head in disappointment.
"Yes, I originally thought Master Zhu was a good calligrapher and his poems must be extraordinary, but this 'pair of Xiangjiang jade' looks bland no matter how you read it." Someone echoed it, and they were equally disappointed.
Shaked his head.
"Haha, Lord Zhu, the old man from the east can still compose this poem."
"Is this the level of the number one scholar?"
"Hey, I waited so long for nothing."
"With no artistic conception, no literary talent, no aura, as plain as water, Master Zhu has been imagining it for so long, and then he just wrote such a poem? It's so disappointing..."
There was a lot of discussion at the banquet, sounds of surprise, sighs, ridicule, and sarcasm, like a storm.
"Hahaha, look at a pair of Xiangjiang jades side by side, haha, what a good poem written by Mr. Xiao Zhu." The pale gray on Wang Yaozu's face disappeared after Zhu Pingan finished writing this poem, and he waited anxiously and nervously.
All the negative emotions were swept away. His face was filled with red light, and he could not suppress his laughter. He said that Zhu Pingan wrote good poems, but his sarcastic tone made it clear that he was not sincere.
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I thought you would write some good poems, but I have been worrying for so long in vain. I didn’t expect you to write such a mediocre poem.
hehe
I really overestimate you, this loser.
Wang Yaozu squinted his eyes and looked at Zhu Ping'an, with the sarcastic curve of his mouth almost reaching his ears.
"Looking at a pair of Xiangjiang jades side by side..." Gao Gong was also a little surprised by Zhu Pingan's plain and loveless poem, and turned his gaze to Zhu Pingan thoughtfully.
Zhang Juzheng was also a little surprised and felt that this was not Zhu Pingan's normal level.
King Yu sat high on the throne, smiling as always, with no change in mood.
"This is just the first line. Perhaps the second line of Mr. Zhu's poem is full of spirituality and turns decay into magic." There were also people at the banquet who held different views. They did not join the crowd in mocking Zhu Pingan, but made a more rational and objective evaluation.
road.
"Well, Master Zhang is right. Let's see how Master Zhu writes the next sentence."
"Yes, although Mr. Zhu's first sentence is unremarkable, as a sentence to introduce the title, the purpose has been achieved. Looking at a pair of Xiangjiang jades side by side, the bamboo from the Xiangjiang River is the best for making chopsticks. Although Mr. Zhu's sentence to introduce the title is
It’s plain, but it’s not impossible, let’s look down.”
Immediately afterwards, several people nodded, feeling that what Mr. Zhang said made sense. This was only the first sentence. It was a bit too early to draw a conclusion.
"Haha, okay then, let's see how Mr. Zhu's second sentence turns decay into magic." The people around him who were mocking Zhu Ping'an became even more mocking after hearing this.
"Then we'll see."
"Okay, having said that, we can't wait to see Master Zhu's second sentence that turns decay into magic."
A burst of laughter rang out, instantly suppressing those rational voices.
Zhu Ping'an, who was in the center of the focus, remained calm, as if he didn't hear the gossip around him. He calmly and persistently dipped his brush into ink, and swiped it on the screen lightly.
Zhu Ping'an's calmness made Wang Yaozu nervous again.
Zhu Ping'an is so calm. Could it be that the second sentence turned decay into magic like what the man named Zhang said?!
Tension arose again. Wang Yaozu leaned forward, stretched his neck, and stared straight at the tip of Zhu Pingan's pen, his eyes almost popping out of his head.
Zhu Ping'an calmly and persistently swipes the brush on the screen. The tip of the brush falls on the paper, like a dragon and snake swimming around, making a soft sound of sand when it rubs against the paper.
For a moment, everyone was watching, and the banquet was quiet with only a few inaudible rustles. Everyone's eyes and attention were all focused on Zhu Pingan. To be precise, it was the tip of Zhu Pingan's pen.
Soon, the ink ran out, Zhu Pingan finished writing, turned around and dipped in ink again.
The second line of the poem written by Zhu Ping'an also appeared in everyone's sight: The second concubine once shed tears stained with tears.
Looking at a pair of Xiangjiang jades side by side,
The second concubine once shed tears stained with stains.
There is a bamboo called Mottled Bamboo in the Xiangjiang River. The bamboo has spots on it, like human tears. There is a touching myth about Mottled Bamboo. It is said that Emperor Shun had two beloved concubines named Ehuang and Nvying. Emperor Shun and
They were very loving and had a very good relationship. After Emperor Shun passed away, the two concubines were very sad and burst into tears. The tears fell on the bamboo, staining the bamboo with stains of tears, and it became Mottled Bamboo, also known as Xiangfei Bamboo.
This poem by Zhu Ping'an blends this mythical story.
but
The effect doesn't seem to be very good.
After this poem was written, everyone at the banquet read it, and the jeers became even louder.
"Haha, I thought that the second line of Master Zhu's poem could turn decay into magic. Looking at a pair of Xiangjiang jades side by side, the two concubines had tears stained them. Haha, it turns out that it can only be like this. It makes people even more disappointed.
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"Looking at a pair of Xiangjiang jades side by side, the two concubines shed tears. Haha, the first half of this poem is really full of sour scholarly flavor."
"What is this? It's really disappointing. Let's not talk about the mediocre verses. Just talking about the artistic conception is also disappointing. It took a long time to formulate the words and sentences, just to praise the love of Emperor E and the two concubines.
Is this the pattern of the No. 1 Scholar? The people in front of me either used objects to describe people or expressed their aspirations through objects, promoting selfless dedication, integrity, or impassionedness. Looking at ancient and modern times, Master Zhu's artistic conception is too inferior.
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"We promised to turn decay into magic. That's it. I can only laugh..."
"If these two sentences were written by a sour scholar, there would be nothing wrong with them, but if they were written by a top scholar, it would be a bit unjustifiable."
People at the banquet who originally disliked Zhu Pingan did not hide their ridicule, and their comments were also very merciless.
hehe
People with the surname Zhu have only one skill.
Wang Yaozu was completely relaxed, with a mocking smile on his face.
Those who had just maintained their objectivity and rationality could not help but fall silent after reading the second line of Zhu Pingan's poem. After a while, they sighed and shook their heads in disappointment.
After reading the second line of Zhu Pingan's poem, Gao Gong also fell silent. He looked away from Zhu Pingan and shook his head slightly.
King Yu, who was sitting on the main seat, had the smile that had been on his face all day disappearing. He tapped the table unconsciously with his right hand, as if he was thinking about something.