Concubine Wei stared at Yang Fan, secretly hating that this guy didn't give you any face, didn't he just say a few words to you?
Pretend, keep pretending!
I don’t believe that those poems were written by you. How can you understand so much love and love when you are so young?
Those poems given to Princess Changle are beyond the reach of ordinary ideological realms?
Not only Concubine Wei, but everyone present also wanted to see what Yang Fan was going to write.
Especially Princess Gaoyang, every girl has a dream of spring.
Yang Fan wrote so many poems to Princess Changle, of course she also wanted to see what Yang Fan wrote to her.
Thinking of this, Princess Gaoyang's face was full of joy and she said with a smile: "Thank you, husband. I will listen to you."
Yang Fan tilted his head slightly, held his right hand in the air, and ran the tip of his pen over the white rice paper, writing two lines of poetry in one swipe.
Everyone had already stood up and left the table, coming together to watch.
Although many people suspect that Yang Fan's poems were plagiarized, few criticize his calligraphy skills.
Especially since Yang Fan's calligraphy was recognized by Kong Yingda and Zhu Suiliang, it was naturally not too bad.
Although the poems can be written in advance, the words can only be written stroke by stroke, and you can't even half-ass it.
Especially on-site writing can better reflect a person's skill.
The person present with the highest level of calligraphy was naturally Yu Shinan. The old man stroked his beard and praised him repeatedly.
Even if I have reached a state of mind that is not affected by the secular world, I have to admit that this handwriting is indeed beautiful.
The thin gold-style writing is agile and fast, and the handwriting is thin and strong, even thin without losing its flesh. The large characters are especially graceful and graceful.
Because the strokes are relatively thin and hard, the brushwork is exposed, and traces of the strokes such as running Tetons can be clearly seen. It is a font with a quite unique style.
Zhao Meng once commented on Song Huizong's Thin Gold Body: "The so-called Thin Gold Body has a beautiful sky and bones, and a sense of leisure and kindness." This is an affirmation of the Thin Gold Body.
Song Huizong also studied the calligraphy of Huang Tingjian, Chu Suiliang and others before creating his own thin gold style.
Therefore, Thin Gold Style is more of a calligraphy style that combines the strengths of various calligraphy schools. It is a very unique calligraphy style in the history of calligraphy.
Because it is quite different from traditional calligraphy styles such as Jin Kai, Tang Kai and other calligraphy styles, and has a very strong personality, it can be called an original creation in the history of calligraphy.
Although Yang Fan's thin golden body has not reached the level of a master, he has turned around and put away his pen, showing off his sharp edge and looking extraordinary.
Zhu Suiliang's calligraphy actually inherited and borrowed from Yu Shinan's characteristics. Therefore, Yang Fan's thin gold calligraphy has a sense of inheriting Yu Shinan's calligraphy style, which made Yu Shinan, a great calligrapher of the generation, feel more familiar.
I feel that Yang Fan's writing style not only does not detract from the implicit beauty, but also adds a kind of vitality and momentum.
Yu Shinan secretly sighed in his heart, this was almost as good as establishing a sect. To be able to achieve such attainments in calligraphy was not just a matter of diligent study and practice.
This not only requires great talent and amazing talent, but also must be able to endure loneliness and be proud.
Would such a person do something as stupid as plagiarism for the sake of a false reputation?
From this moment on, Yu Shinan completely denied the possibility of Yang Fan plagiarizing.
A literati has the arrogance of a literati. Even if such a person is mediocre for a lifetime, it is impossible for him to commit plagiarism.
Involuntarily, everyone has already made up their mind about this calligrapher.
Yang Fan looked at his handwriting and became more and more satisfied. He picked up the wine glass on the side and took another sip.
Suddenly, a faint fragrance suddenly penetrated his nostrils. He turned around and saw that Changsun Wugou was holding Princess Jinyang and squeezing towards him.
The gorgeous palace clothes wrap up the exquisite figure, and the peaks, mountains and ravines are looming due to being squeezed.
It is actually more thought-provoking than the revealing clothes, especially the warm body fragrance, which makes people's hearts flutter.
"The clouds think of my clothes, and the flowers think of my face. The winter wind blows my face with the fragrance of flowers."
The eldest grandson Wugou read softly.
Everyone's eyes also turned to Princess Gaoyang's delicate face.
Look at the plum blossom tree not far away. The red plum blossoms are swaying in the cold wind. The white snow on the branches reflects the bright red of the plum blossoms.
Waves of tangy fragrance came to the nostrils, making everyone take a deep breath.
The beauty and pride of Princess Gaoyang are reflected with plum blossoms, making the beauty look even more noble.
The poem containing "flower" corresponds to the artistic conception of Fei "hua" order.
After reciting it silently several times, Concubine Wei could only say with a strong face: "The poem is a good poem, but it's a pity that it's only half complete..."
Yang Fan laughed and said: "Originally, when the water is full, it overflows, and when the moon is full, it loses. There must be room for everything, but as the imperial concubine said so, I cannot defeat your interest."
As he said that, he wrote the last two sentences on the rice paper.
Concubine Wei looked at His Majesty Li Er and then at Xu Jingzong, with an embarrassed look on her face.
Of course she could tell that Yang Fan was saying that she had gone too far!
Originally, for drinking orders, as long as you wrote a poem containing a certain word, it was considered qualified.
What's more, the artistic conception of these two lines of Yang Fan's poem is not low.
After all, Yang Fan learned from Li Bai's famous poem to Concubine Yang. Although he changed a few words, he still accurately captured the aloof beauty of Princess Gaoyang.
When Yang Fan wrote the last two sentences, Changsun Wugou became the reader again:
"If we hadn't met on the mountain top, we would have met under the moonlight in Yaochi."
Yang Fan also made certain changes in these last two sentences.
The first encounter with Princess Gaoyang was in Mount Li, and now a banquet was held in front of Concubine Wei's palace.
Concubine Wei loves rivers and ponds very much. There happens to be a lotus pond in front of her palace. At this time, the white snow blows on her face, like a fairyland in a fairyland.
This song praises Princess Gaoyang from the perspective of time and space.
There are flowers, wind, mountains, and water in the poem...
The starting point is extraordinary, "Clouds think of clothes, flowers think of appearance." "Shang" here is pronounced as cháng. In ancient times, clothes were divided into upper and lower garments, which are skirts.
This sentence means that Princess Gaoyang is wearing a purple neon feather coat, which wraps her charming face.
The plum blossoms bloom in the snow, which vividly reflects the aloof personality of Princess Gaoyang.
The word "thinking" here means that when you see clouds, you think of Gao Yang's clothes; when you see flowers, you think of Gao Yang's face.
But the converse is also true, when you see Gao Yang's clothes, they are like clouds in the sky, and when you see Gao Yang's face, they are as bright as plum blossoms.
Then "the winter wind blows in the face and the fragrance of flowers is strong".
This means that the fragrance of plum blossoms is more fragrant when the plum blossoms bloom alone, and the red plum blossoms look more beautiful when reflected in the white snow.
The so-called winter wind means that it is winter at this time, and there is a winter wind blowing on your face. It also implies the aloofness and strength of plum blossoms.
It is said that people are like flowers, and flowers are people. People are used as metaphors for flowers, and flowers are used as metaphors for people. They merge into one and cannot be distinguished clearly.
Finally, Yang Fan's artistic conception suddenly flew to Mount Li where he met Princess Gaoyang.
The original mountain top and today's lotus pond are used to compare the mythical Qunyu Mountain and Yaotai where the Queen Mother of the West is located.
It means, am I in a fairyland? Otherwise, how could I see such beautiful flowers and this fairy in front of me?
Compare Gao Yang to a fairy, without any trace, completely natural.
Now that all four lines of the poem have been written, everyone present was shocked, and no one dared to question Yang Fan for plagiarism.
Especially Princess Gao Yang, who was so moved at this time that if there weren't so many people present, she would have thrown herself into Yang Fan's arms.
I was a little jealous that Yang Fan wrote so many poems for Princess Changle.
Now Yang Fan compares her to a fairy, which shows her status in Yang Fan's heart.
At this time, she no longer had a trace of jealousy, but was filled with happiness.
Marry such a person and you will have no regrets in your life!
Yu Shinan looked at the vigorous words and the poem with profound artistic conception. He lifted up the rice paper with trembling hands with a pair of dry hands, and his lips kept moving:
"Wannian County Gong Tianzong is a genius. His handwriting is unique and his poems are natural. It is not a waste of time for me to see such a young talent in my lifetime!"
Now Yu Shinan is seventy-nine years old. In the Tang Dynasty when the average life span of a person was only 40 years old, such a person was already considered an old immortal.
Not to mention Yu Shinan's influence in Shilin, even such an old common man could meet His Majesty Li Er without bowing to him.
Therefore, no one was dissatisfied with Yu Shinan's evaluation, but rather took it for granted.
Yang Fan glanced at the old man and saw how excited he was, and was really afraid that he might not be able to catch his breath.
But seeing that no one objected, they could only watch quietly.
However, when I saw that the old man actually had a literature-loving heart underneath his skinny appearance, I suddenly felt that this old man was a little cute.
Although Xu Jingzong and others didn't speak anymore, Yang Fan didn't want to let them go, so he wrote on rice paper with the help of wine.
"In the past, there was nothing to praise for being sordid, but now there is no limit to the dissolute thoughts. The spring breeze is so proud that horses are hoofed, and I can see all the flowers in Chang'an in one day."
After finishing writing, Yang Fan raised his eyelids, looked sideways at Xu Jingzong, and said with a smile: "This poem is for Mr. Xu. I want to tell you that although everyone wants to move forward, they should keep their mind upright and don't be too impatient.
If you are dissolute, you will easily encounter ghosts if you walk too much at night, but don’t be careless and make a mistake. Once you make a big mistake, you may not even be able to see the beautiful scenery in the world."
Xu Jingzong smiled awkwardly: "The county magistrate is very talented in literature, and I have learned a lesson from you!"
Even though I said this, I felt extremely depressed!
A child with a yellow mouth is so arrogant. This is a naked warning not to mess with him.
Otherwise, you, a proud guy, might miss your stride and not be able to see the sun tomorrow.
This is too arrogant!
Although Xu Jingzhong looked ugly, Yang Fan ignored him at all, drank another glass of wine, squinted his eyes and turned to look at the two consorts, Xie Wenju and Wang Jingzhi.
I picked up my pen and left another poem on Xuanzi.
The capital is surrounded by smoke and there is no way out.
But looking out, where will it go?
Who can save my longing and sorrow?
The moon is full, the flowers are blooming, and the doors are closed.
Only spring knows its place.
The capital city is filled with fog.
Fleas and flies scatter fear.
Let me ask you what it is like today.
Several rounds of fierce fighting were conducted in an orderly manner.
Justice prevails in the world.
The song "The Sapphire Case. The Clown" made Xie Wenju and Wang Jingzhi blush.
This is simply a slap in the face. It is obvious that this song "Clown" is dedicated to them both.
However, as they are both consorts, what does it mean to send them such a sentence?
Under normal circumstances, it can be said to describe the prosperity of the capital, but when applied to people...
The two of them felt frightened at this moment. Could it be that Yang Fan knew something?
impossible!
Although they all had the support of Jiangnan nobles, they did it very secretly, and few people knew about it.
Subconsciously, the two of them looked at Xu Jingzong beside them.
Seeing that Xu Jingzong's face was as dark as the bottom of a pot at this time, but they did not dare to refute at all, the two of them could only endure it.
Poetry can't defeat others, and if they do it, they are no match for Yang Fan. They can only lower their noble heads in the eyes of everyone with contempt.
How cool they were just now, now they were in such a mess.
However, the moment they lowered their heads, both of them showed their fierceness and wished they could bite Yang Fan to death.
After tonight, they may become the laughing stock of the entire Chang'an City!
Seeing that the atmosphere was a bit awkward, His Majesty Li Er immediately changed the subject and said: "The wise son-in-law is indeed a great talent, not to mention his quick thinking and high level of knowledge... Just this one sentence can make him a great master."
"In that case, today's banquet is held at Concubine Wei's place. How about you write a poem for her as a souvenir?"
Yang Fan drank a little too much at this time. He was holding a wine jar in one hand and pouring wine. He looked up at the charming Concubine Wei, with a hint of jealousy in his eyes.
Seeing the look in Yang Fan's eyes, His Majesty Li Er's eyelids twitched wildly, fearing that Yang Fan would write some poetry that would be insulting to elegance. He was about to give a warning, but saw that Yang Fan had already finished writing.
Li Er could only sigh secretly in his heart, hoping that Yang Fan would not go too far, otherwise it would not end well.
Once Wei Shi, the leader of the Guanzhong family, is offended to death, Yang Fan will surely face the siege of the world's famous families.
Thinking about that scene, as the emperor, Li Er also felt frightened.
Seeing that Yang Fan actually wrote a poem for herself, Concubine Wei also looked curious, stretched her neck and came closer, opened her red lips lightly, and read:
It's hard to say goodbye when we meet, the east wind is powerless and the flowers are withered.
The spring silkworm's silk will not be exhausted until it dies, and the wax torch will not dry until it turns to ashes.
The morning mirror is full of worries, but the clouds on the temples are changing, and the moonlight is cold when singing at night.
There is not much way to get to Pengshan, and the blue birds are eager to visit.
But after reading it, everyone was dumbfounded.
What does this verse mean?
It's hard to say goodbye when we meet...
What the hell is this?
Who is it hard to say goodbye to when you meet?
It was simply naked teasing, and it was in front of the emperor.
Doesn't this mean that Concubine Wei has an affair with you, Yang Fan, and puts a hat on Li Er?
This poem is basically a poem expressing feelings between men and women!
Of course, Concubine Wei also knew that she could not have an affair with Yang Fan, but this was too misleading.
She could only look at His Majesty Li Er for help. She knew that the picture was getting darker and darker.
Looking at the drunken Yang Fan, His Majesty Li Er's temples were beating wildly.
As expected, this kid is simply too lawless.
Concubine Wei couldn't leave the palace and didn't open the door. This was the first time she saw Yang Fan. Of course, it was impossible for her to have an affair with Yang Fan.
Combined with Yang Fan's estranged personality just now, this must be a dig at Concubine Wei.
The east wind is powerless and the flowers are withered...
The mirror is shining brightly, but the clouds on the temples have changed...
I feel the moonlight is cold when I sing at night...
Obviously, he wanted to tell Concubine Wei that she was already sunset and was no longer the imperial concubine who was favored by the emperor. She wanted to target Yang Fan and first understand her own situation.
Even though His Majesty Li Er had figured out Yang Fan's thoughts, he was still very angry inside.
No matter what, Concubine Wei is also her own woman.
Yang Fan showed such naked contempt, which showed that he did not take the emperor seriously.
If he is not punished, this guy will cause some trouble.