Chapter 39 Write me the story of the Drunkard Pavilion
Hearing Ouyang Xiu's words, Lu Xu almost knelt down in front of him. Isn't this an obvious polite refusal? How else would he survive?
Lu Yao stood up and cupped his hands towards Ouyang Xiu and said, "Thank you Uncle Ouyang for the compliment. I need to learn more from you about my poems and articles."
Ouyang Xiu said with a smile: "Since Fan Gong passed away, although I have been respected as a leader in the literary world by the world, except that I have read decades more than you, there is nothing else to talk about. There is very little you can learn from me.
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Lu Yao smiled and said: "No, Uncle Ouyang, your literary background is much deeper than mine. I will definitely learn from you, Uncle Ouyang. Even if you reveal a little bit of knowledge from your fingers, it will be enough for me to learn for ten years."
Years of time.”
"Erlang is awesome!"
"Uncle Ouyang, you are even more powerful!"
Lu Yao and Ouyang Xiu kept complimenting each other, which made Lu Xu stunned. He should have come through the back door. Why did he suddenly change to this style? Could it be that he didn't wake up.
He pinched himself and it felt so painful. He was definitely not in the dream now, but what was going on? Could it be that his son was so bad that Ouyang Xiujiao didn't want to teach him anymore? He heard that Ouyang Xiuhao was a teacher, and whenever a student came to
He would make a few remarks, so many people regarded themselves as Ouyang Xiu's disciples.
Even if Ouyang Xiu didn't want to cheat for Lu Yao, he would at least say a few words about knowledge, but now there is nothing but praise...
It is true that Ouyang Xiu does not want to accept Lu Yao as his disciple. First, Lu Yao has a naughty personality. Second, he really has nothing more to teach him. What else can he teach besides teaching him how to be a good person?
After a few of Lu Yao's poems came out, no one dared to say that they were more knowledgeable than Lu Yao. If Ouyang Xiu hadn't been out of face, he would have asked Lu Yao for advice on poetry, instead of just praising him.
At this time, a woman's cough suddenly came from outside the door, "Uncle Yong, Lu Erlang's poems are so good. If you can't become a master and disciple, you can have a friend. I wonder what my proposal is?"
"Ah! Madam, why are you here?" Ouyang Xiu was startled by the sudden voice. His wife didn't come to the front yard very often. Could it be that she woke up because she moved too much when she got up today.
Ouyang Xiu regretted that the only good time he had had was gone.
When Ouyang Xiu was hesitating whether to agree to his wife's proposal, he looked up and saw his wife giving him a fierce look.
Ouyang Xiu's body was shaken and he said quickly: "Madam's suggestion is of course excellent. Lu Erlang, how about we become brothers with different surnames today? From now on, I will call you Brother Lu, and you will call me Brother Ouyang."
Mrs. Ouyang nodded with satisfaction.
She was also a lady of the family, and she admired poetry very much. Once a good poem came out in Beijing, she would read it.
When she saw the three poems written by Lu Yao, she was shocked. She had wanted to meet such a talented person for a long time, but she was a married woman and couldn't ask Lu Yao to meet alone. This would lose her reputation.
Today she heard from officials that Lu Yao had visited Ouyang Mansion, so she hurried over.
Before he entered the door, he heard Lu Yao calling Ouyang Xiu uncle Ouyang. Doesn't that mean he should call her aunt? That wouldn't work. He was still young, so Lu Yao should call her sister-in-law.
Lu Yao opened his mouth slightly. Ouyang Xiu called him Brother Lu. Can he agree to this? It is too embarrassing. If the talented people outside know about this matter, whether he can return to the Lu Mansion alive is a problem. It is true that the operation of this couple
It was so showy, it made him look numb.
In fact, there is a more important question. If I call Ouyang Xiu my brother, how will I deal with Ouyang Xiu and Lu Xu? If I call Ouyang Xiu my brother, and Lu Xu also calls Ouyang Xiu his brother, wouldn't this generational hierarchy be completely messed up?
Lu Xu has completely lost the ability to think at this time, who am I? Where am I? Does this world really exist? If it is real, why do I see this picture.
Mrs. Ouyang sat on the chair next to Lu Yao and smiled attentively: "I heard that my uncle's poems are also very good. I don't know how his articles are. Why don't I write one today and let me see it?"
how?"
Lu Yao was stunned. He didn't agree, so Mrs. Ouyang called her uncle. This was not a disguised sign that he agreed.
Do we still want to force brothers to be brothers? Where is the law of heaven?
Ouyang Xiu quickly scolded the housekeeper beside him: "Didn't you hear what Madam said? Why don't you hurry up and get my best pen, ink, paper and inkstone to Brother Lu? Today, our Ouyang family is closed to welcome guests, so we can't disturb Madam's enjoyment."
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Lu Yao finally figured out that Ouyang Xiu was originally a tracheitis patient, and that he was in the late stage of tracheitis. He was incurable and had to obey his wife's advice.
He really wanted to ask what kind of abuse Ouyang Xiu suffered.
After a while, the housekeeper asked his servants to bring in a large table. The wooden table was painted like a mirror. On it were placed pens, inks, paper and inkstones. The ink was carved with lifelike Pi Xiu. The brushes were also made of the finest wolf hair. It was obvious at first glance.
Worth a fortune.
"Brother Lu, please come." Ouyang Xiu glanced at his wife and said.
"Oh oh... ok." Lu Yao stood up numbly and came to the wooden table. Ouyang Xiu and his wife stood on both sides of Lu Yao.
Mrs. Ouyang looked at Lu Yao's hand holding the brush, her eyes showed eager anticipation, her body was trembling slightly, and she couldn't help but be excited.
Today I can finally see the real work of Lu Yao, and I can’t control my trembling heart!
Lu Yao dipped his brush into a small amount of ink and began to ponder. He was not afraid of writing articles. There were so many famous ancient articles in later generations, so he just picked one at random, but he was struggling with which one was better to write.
Lu Yao thought about it and realized that he could only feel sorry for Su Shi. He had to produce a famous work in front of Ouyang Xiu. What Lu Yao chose was the famous "The Story of Shizhongshan" for later generations, but he slightly modified it and included Yuanfeng Qi
The year was changed to the third year of Zhihe, and the eldest son of the general, Maijiang, went to Rao, and Dexingwei was changed to Kejiang, who went to Rao.
After all, it was Su Shi and his son Su Mai who went there. He was only sixteen years old and his son could only write as a guest. And he happened to be missing for a period of time in the first half of the third year of Zhihe.
It would be very abrupt.
The reason why he wrote "The Story of Stone Bell Mountain" was that Ouyang Xiu was in love with landscapes. Otherwise, he would not have written the prose of "The Story of the Drunkard Pavilion". This can be considered as following his hobby.
After making the decision, Lu Yao immediately started writing.
After Lu Yao wrote a few words, Ouyang Xiu suddenly felt his eyes light up. Lu Yao's calligraphy was really not bad, it was better than his. Then he started reading along with what Lu Yao had written, "'Peng Li's calligraphy'
There is a stone bell at the mouth of the mountain. 'Li Yuan thought that he was facing a deep pool, the breeze was blowing, the water and rocks were fighting against each other, and the sound was like a loud bell..."
After reading a few sentences, Ouyang Xiu suddenly felt someone hit him. He looked up and saw his wife looking at him with an angry face. It turned out that his reading voice had disturbed her from reading the article.
He immediately shut up, and when Lu Yao came to the wonderful point in his writing, he could not bear to read it silently in his heart.
Lu Xu couldn't sit still anymore. He stood up and stood beside the wooden table to see what his son could write.
It doesn't matter if you don't read it, he was really frightened when he saw it. Is this still his son? Why is it so well written? I feel like the articles I wrote can't even compare to a superficial level.
When Lu Yao wrote, "This is how I remembered it. I sighed at Li Yuan's simplicity and laughed at Li Bo's ugliness." At the end of this sentence, Ouyang Xiu couldn't help but praise: "Erlang's writing is excellent! He is the old man."
I wish I could be in Shizhong Mountain right now and see the wonders of Shizhong Mountain."
Mrs. Ouyang had no way to stop Ouyang Xiu, because at this moment she was fascinated by it, as if she was walking on Shizhong Mountain and immersed in it.
Lu Xu sat back in his seat blankly. He felt that something was wrong. He seemed to have misunderstood something. He was wondering whether he should bring Lu Yao to see Ouyang Xiu.
Ouyang Xiu asked excitedly: "Has Erlang ever traveled to Pengli?"
Peng Li is the Poyang Lake of later generations.
Lu Yao shook his head and said, "I haven't been there."
"Not yet?" Ouyang Xiu asked doubtfully: "Not yet, why can Erlang write in such detail?"
Lu Yao explained: "I heard the story of Shizhong Mountain mentioned by a tourist on the way. He talked to me about his trip to Shizhong Mountain, and the details of it made me feel that I had already traveled there. Now that I think of it, I feel...
Then he wrote this "The Story of Shizhong Mountain"."
"That's it." Ouyang Xiu stroked his beard and nodded.
Lu Yao smiled and said: "If God has traveled, then he has traveled."
"What Lu Erlang said is wonderful." Ouyang Xiu praised him, "If the mind wanders, it is considered a body wandering."
"There are great rivers and mountains with countless sights. How many places can I see in a lifetime? I also have places I want to go but can't go, so I will write an account of Lu Erlang's journey upstream, which counts as one trip. I have visited Shizhong Mountain once.
Ouyang Xiu is also considered to have swam there."
Lu Yao nodded, feeling that the ancient literati were really easy to deceive. As long as they spoke the truth, they would be highly respected. He wrote "The Story of Shizhong Mountain" without ever having visited Shizhong Mountain. If you put this kind of thing in the future, no one would tell him.
Believe it or not, the problem can be completely solved with just a word of fugue. After all, people in this era still believe in ghosts and gods.
Ouyang Xiu continued to smile and said: "You and I have become brothers today, how can we not give a gift? This pen and ink is my favorite thing, how about giving it to my virtuous brother?"
Of course he wanted something, but it was too hot to hold!
In ancient times, people valued sophistication and courtesy.
I was a little troubled as to where I could find better things to give to Ouyang Xiu.
But with his peripheral vision, he saw Mrs. Ouyang winking at Ouyang Xiu repeatedly, and he knew that the gift was a fake, and he wanted his handwriting to be genuine.
Since you want it so much, I’ll give it to you.
Lu Yao pretended to think for a while and said: "I didn't bring any good gifts today, so why not give this article to Brother Ouyang?"
Ouyang Xiu grinned and said, "That's so embarrassing! Why don't the housekeeper collect the calligraphy and paintings quickly?"
The housekeeper put away his writing at an indescribable speed, fearing that Lu Yao would regret his decision.
Lu Yao could see that Ouyang Xiu felt sorry for the pen and ink, and said: "A gentleman does not take away someone's love. Since this pen and ink is Brother Ouyang's favorite thing, I can't take it away. How about Brother Ouyang also gives me a pair of calligraphy treasures?"
Ouyang Xiu asked: "I wonder what Brother Xian wants me to write?"
Lu Yao smiled and said: "The drunkard's interest is not in wine, but in the mountains and rivers."