A maid in green showed a picture of a spring outing in the mountains and turned her head to look at the princess of Qi.
This is what Han Yan did.
The original plan was for the maid to show the painting to Wang Lin. No matter how Wang Lin wrote the poem, as long as it was still acceptable, Han Jiayan and his wife would follow suit and betroth their granddaughter Han Yan to Wang Lin.
The marriage of children depends on the parents' orders and the matchmaker's words. As long as the princess of Qi nods, Han Yan's personal opinions will not matter.
This is the idea of the princess of Qi.
Han Jiayan's branch is already "never connected with the young and old", and the achievements of his children and grandchildren are not obvious. In sharp contrast, Han Zhongyan's descendants are rising and gradually appearing to be coming from behind. In order to be helpless, they can only become princes. Lin, a powerful minister with a promising future, will help to promote his power and not let down the Han family's power.
But Wang Lin...
The princess of Qi was anxious and was about to persuade him, but suddenly she saw Wang Lin getting up and entering the venue.
Zhang Shuye woke up with a word. Since Wang Lin was here today, he would definitely not be pretentious. He had to make a marriage before Zhao Ji gave him a marriage, which would eliminate Zhao Ji's idea.
But since I want to marry and choose the Han family, I must marry the Han family's most qualified daughter.
Otherwise what is the meaning?
He was hesitating just now, and the Han family actually created five paintings. It seemed that the five girls of the Han family wanted to choose a son-in-law, but they were all unknown. Who knew what the owner of the painting was in the Han family.
Just be careful, I'll just ask.
Wang Lin immediately walked to the first picture of the mountain spring outing.
The picture is simple and the outline is quiet.
There are mountains, forests, lakes, tourists, and a wooden bridge spans east and west.
The mountain breeze blows, the willows are green, and the drizzle is drizzling.
With just a glance, he immediately picked up his pen and wrote: Ancient wood is equipped with a short tent in the middle of the shade, and bamboo sticks support me across the east of the bridge. I feel like I am wet with apricot blossom rain, and the face is not cold and willow wind is not cold.
He was extremely fast and immediately arrived in front of the second painting, a picture of the prosperous streets in Tokyo during the Qingming Festival in the rain.
At this time, Su Dan was carefully looking at the picture, considering how to fit the topic and live up to the girl behind the painting.
Wang Lin was not polite either, and pushed Su Dan aside from one side of his body.
Then he also looked at it a little and wrote an inscription: The world has become as thin as gauze in the years, who is the one who makes horses ride in Beijing? Listen to the spring rain in the small building overnight, and sells apricot flowers in the deep alleys in the Ming Dynasty. Walking in the short paper is slanting and working on grass, and playing with fine breasts in the sunny window. Tea. Don’t sigh with swear in plain clothes, you can still get home in Qingming Festival.
Su Dan was about to have an attack, but he saw that Wang Lin had finished his writing and walked away.
He leaned closer and took a look first, he was attracted by the thin gold body that was exactly the same as Wang Lin and Zhao Ji, and then savored the artistic conception carefully, and couldn't help but feel it stunned.
Good poems, good words!
The third painting is a picture of willows by the lake.
Wang Lin took a deep breath, and did not hesitate. Anyway, he copied the poem, so he just copied it with joy: looking for the beautiful scenery on the Bian River, and the boundless scenery was new for a while. I could see the east wind for a while, and the colorful flowers were always spring.
How could the poems of Zhu Xi, a great scholar in the Southern Song Dynasty, be worse?
The fourth picture is a picture of spring and a painting of scenery.
Wang Lin pondered for a moment, and regardless of Fan Zhizhong's face turned green, he wrote directly: "The bamboo is green and the silk is cold, the sun is late and the mountains are dusk. There is no one alone in the quiet path, and this hatred is unknown. I only share the plum blossoms, lazy Go away with the silk thread. I will look for spring and refuse to smell it, and the fragrance is in no place to find it.
When it comes to the last painting, the simplest picture of plum blossoms.
It can be seen that the master of the painting's brushwork is immature and purely a copy, and he should not be very old.
Wang Lin hesitated a little, but still gritted his teeth and wrote the last poem Xin Qiji's Plum Blossom Song:
Sparse and light, ask who is comparable to the innocent color. I laugh at the Dongjun and kill the empty and dividing the dead, how many red and white are white. The snow is gentle, the water is bright and beautiful, and it does not rely on the spring craftsmanship. The bones are fragrant and tender, and they are completely natural and extraordinary;
I remember the coldness of the treasure, the coldness of the treasure, the people who slept in the window, and the jade was picked lightly. I wandered around the world and lost in thinness, but I still had the standards of the past. I had a smoky wind and smoke in thousands of miles, and a stream of frost and moon, and I was not afraid of bullying him. It is better to go back, there is a smoky place in Langyuan.
Personal memory.
When Wang Lin put down his pen, Fan Zhizhang and the others were stunned on the spot, and the guests present were also stunned.
Zhe Wenguixin said: Is this Wang Lin too greedy to monopolize the five girls of the Han family? Is it too domineering?
Wang Lin walked back without changing his expression.
At this moment, when he reached his level, there was no need to show off in front of these Tokyo's powerful celebrities. In fact, he rarely copied poems and showed off after traveling through time, and basically he hated attending various literary banquets.
But Zhang Shuye's words made him suddenly wake up.
If I don’t show more talent and quickly make some literary names, I am afraid that people in the world will regard him as a general who only knows how to fight and kill, or even a ruthless butcher.
This is not conducive to his future development.
So today I copied it.
Han Jiayan smiled bitterly and ordered the maid to send all five paintings written by Wang Lin.
In the back hall, Han Yan, Han Qin, Han Xiu, Han Lin and Han Ping'er's five daughters couldn't help but frown slightly when they saw Wang Lin like this, and felt very disgusted.
There is no gentleman's style of being humble.
Especially Han Ping'er has always admired Fan Zhichong. Seeing that Wang Lin took the lead in writing the lyrics, Fan Zhichong had no chance at all, so she couldn't help but sigh: "Sisters, this young master Wang relies on power and is so domineering, he is actually a little bit
Even if you don’t give the opportunity to Mr. Fan and the others, I really don’t know what to say.”
Han Qin's eyes flashed.
The Han family has strict tutoring, and no matter how dissatisfied they are, they will not speak ill of words.
Han Xiu looked at Han Yan and said, "Yan'er, your picture of spring outing in the mountains has also been graffitied. It's really wasteful your efforts."
Han Yan chuckled and said softly: "It's okay, it's just a painting. If you can see a person clearly through a painting, it's worth it."
Han Qin interrupted, "I think this young master Wang is majestic and domineering, which is quite consistent with his name as a general of the tiger. He is called a reincarnation of the overlord, and the Wuqu Star in the sky descends to earth. Such a person is a hero in the world, and some of them are... also the common human relationship."
Han Xiu pouted: "It seems that Sister Qin wants to marry him, but she just doesn't know if the princess and grandmother will make the decision for you."
Han Qin's beautiful face suddenly passed by a trace of haze.
At this moment, the girls heard Han Jiayan shouting: "What a poem, what a poem!"
"This picture of my Yan'er's spring outing in the mountains and this poem by Mr. Wang is really a perfect match, and it's a perfect match!"
The voice of the princess of Qi came: "The ancient wood is equipped with a short tent in the middle of the shade, and the bamboo stick supports me across the east of the bridge. I want to wet the apricot blossom rain when I get wet, but I don't blow my face when I get wet. I want to wet the apricot blossom rain when I get wet.
The face is not cold and willow wind! It really points out the essence of Yan'er's painting!"
Han Yan was stunned when she heard this, and then she lowered her head and murmured.
At this time, Zhe Wengui's slap in the desk came again: "I have heard that Mr. Wang has a thin gold body with one hand and has been deeply influenced by the official family. When I see him today, it is indeed worthy of his reputation!"
Before he finished speaking, Han Ke's voice also came: "The sixth uncle, the princess and grandmother, and the sister Qin'er's willow picture by the lakeside willows, the teacher Wang Shaoshi is really wonderful. I know the east wind side, and the colorful flowers are always
It's spring."
Han Kemei smiled.
Han Jiayan's expression changed, but the princess of Qi smiled and said, "Koer, please take a look. Wang Shaoshi's five poems were completed overnight and completed in one go. Which one is not a stunning work?"
Han Ke's face tightened, bowed and bowed his head, not daring to say more.
How scheming is this old princess’ grandmother? Whoever dares to stop what she wants to do is seeking death.
...
Zhang Shuye and others appreciated each one and praised it all.
Even Zhang Shuye never thought that Wang Lin was so literary, Cao Zhi became a poem in seven steps, but Wang Lin produced five masterpieces in the past ten steps, which were unprecedented and no one in the world could surpass him!
Uncle Zhang laughed at night.
From today on, Wang Lin's amazing literary name will be spread throughout Tokyo, and it is not in vain that he advised Wang Lin to come to the Han family to take this trip.
Su Dan and Fan Zhichong were dejected and sat in the table without saying a word, both of them were discouraged.
One of them is descended from Su Shi and the other is descended from Fan Zhongyan. They are from famous families and have a family background. How could they not appreciate the level of Wang Lin’s five poems? They are no less than their ancestors.
Although they were unwilling to accept it, they had to convince them.
Wang Lin achieved his goal today and stood up to say goodbye.
Zhang Shuye was about to get up and catch up, but he heard the princess of Qi chuckling and said, "Master Zhang, please stay at the foot of Zun!"
Uncle Zhang bowed and said, "Your Highness!"
"Zhang Taiwei Su and Wang Shaoshi are in good terms. Today, I am very happy. I can get such a talent in the Song Dynasty, which is really the official family. I heard that Wang Shaoshi has not yet married, so I intend to marry his granddaughter Han Yan.
I'll give it to him, I wonder if the Grand Marshal can make a reconciliation from it?"
Uncle Zhang laughed: "What I wish! Your Highness, your superior, will fulfill his mission!"
Zhang Shuye strongly agreed to Wang Lin’s marriage with the Han family.
The Han family had endless glory in the Song Dynasty and had an unparalleled huge influence among the scholar-official class. If Wang Lin could have the help of the Han family, the court would have a foundation that no one could shake. At least, the new official family was promoted.
Many of the people who criticized were former officials of the Han family.
Since you want to get married, of course it is best to be a legitimate daughter.
Only in this way can the Han family be firmly tied to Wang Lin's side, and both losses will be lost and all prosperity will be prosperous.
As for the daughter of the Zhu family, Zhang Shuye advised Zhao Huan this morning that the king and his ministers should not be involved in relatives, otherwise they would lose their official words sooner or later. Zhao Huan agreed deeply, so he gave up this idea and comforted Zhu Lian.
It's right.
...
Han Yan thought that she was not here, so she worshipped her grandmother.
The poems written by Wang Lin on her paintings are truly amazing, and she has savored the other four poems carefully, and all of them are excellent.
This directly subverted her original impression of Wang Lin.
This military general of the Song Dynasty was even better than a scholar when he wrote poems and lyrics... Anyway, she was known as the best talented woman in Tokyo and the Little Yian lay Buddhist was not as good as that.
The princess of Qi smiled gently and said, "Yan'er, come to my grandmother. What do you think of Wang Lin's talent?"
Han Yan was silent for a while and smiled gently: "The talent is no less than that of Mr. Su in the past."
No one can shake Su Shi's status in the literary world of the Song Dynasty, and his evaluation is quite high.
The princess of Qi smiled: "So what about his appearance?"
Han Yan's pretty face turned red: "It's very good, I just don't know what kind of character."
"He killed six thieves to eliminate traitors in the Song Dynasty, and saved the officials and the prince without hesitation. He also recommended gentlemen such as Zhang Shuye, Lu Yihao, Li Gang, and Wu Min to enter the court. Tell me, how bad can his character be?
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Han Yan lowered her head and said, "Granddaughter is just based on her grandmother."
The princess of Qi laughed happily: "Okay. Yan'er, you are the daughter of the Han family. The heart of this palace is the one who is humble. Although Wang Lin is from a humble background, he is now in a high position. He has just won the six states in his prime.
He controls tens of thousands of soldiers, has excellent literary talent and excellent martial arts. In the future, when His Royal Highness ascends the throne, he can be expected to become the prime minister and general. Such a good son-in-law is worthy of you."
"If you marry Wang Lin, our team will be in charge of the Han family for decades."