Chapter 28 Listening to the moon and reciting poems
"Uncle, my nephew, I would like to offer you a bowl first!" Kang Long rolled up his sleeves, raised his head and drank the bowl in one gulp. The bowl was almost half a catty, and he drank it all in one gulp. Everyone on the table had different expressions.
Although Yang and Zhang were surprised, Fu Zhaoyuan and Fu Zhaoshou were also a little shocked. This was the first time for them to see such a large number. Fu Zhaoxin and Fu Tingyu were not surprised at all. On the Luoshui merchant ship, the two of them were caught by Kang Long
His drinking capacity was shocking. It was not that Fu Zhaoxin was not attentive enough, but that at this banquet, he was inconvenient to ask Kang Long to drink too much.
Fu Yanqing was overjoyed. This old man had two hobbies in his life. One was killing enemies in battle, and the other was drinking. And he drank heavily.
As the saying goes, if you want to see whether a person is upright and open-minded and has a generous temperament, you can tell by watching him drink. A wealthy man who can drink a large bowl of wine will naturally have a generous and upright temperament. Kang Long's move made Fu Yanqing like him even more, because he himself was such a generous person.
A generous and generous drunkard.
Fu Yanqing also picked up the sea bowl and drank it all. He put the sea bowl down hard and laughed and said: "It's so enjoyable! My dear nephew, come on, come on, three more bowls!"
Mr. Yang and Mr. Zhang who were standing next to him said at the same time: "Master, your health is important!"
Fu Yanqing stretched out his hand to stop the two of them from speaking, and said dissatisfiedly: "I know what I'm talking about. Women are gentlemen, so there's no need to say more."
Fu Zhaoxin looked at the two of them with a smile, but he didn't dare to drink together. He was well aware of his drinking capacity, but he didn't dare to interfere. Fu Zhaoyuan glanced at Kang Long in surprise, and his face was no longer expressionless.
Fu Zhaoshou snorted coldly, drinking cup after cup of wine, his eyes rolling, not knowing what he was thinking of.
Fu Yanqing and Kang Long drank three large bowls in a row and drank two kilograms of wine. Fu Yanqing's face turned red, but Kang Long's expression did not change at all. Everyone was even more surprised. Even Fu Yanqing had to sigh: "Look
Come on, I can’t bear to accept my old age, haha! My nephew is indeed a good drinker, come on, keep drinking!”
Kanglong drank two more bowls, then licked his lips and said, "Uncle, how old are you? This is old wine, the wine is very strong. Since you have been busy with state affairs for a long time, you can't drink as much as you want. After a long time,
Naturally, you are a little uncomfortable with it! Judging from my nephew’s point of view, even if you are drinking three jars, you will be fine!”
Fu Yanqing waved his hand and said with a smile: "Nephew, there is no need to compliment me. I know my own family affairs. You can drink as much as you want. There is plenty of fine wine in my cellar. I hope you can drink it to your heart's content."
Kang Long drank three kilograms of wine and was feeling drunk. Regardless of his etiquette, he picked up a leg of lamb with big chopsticks and ate happily. Mrs. Yang next to her was smiling, but Mrs. Zhang was frowning with a look of disdain.
"Dad, do you want a singing girl to add to the fun? Seeing Brother Kang's arrogance, the boy suddenly felt poetic and wanted to recite a poem to add to the fun!" Fu Zhaoyuan, who had been silent until now, suddenly stood up and said.
It turned out that Mrs. Zhang suddenly pushed him from below, hoping to take this opportunity to make Kanglong lose face. After all, she felt sorry for her child and had long heard about Fu Zhaoshou and Kanglong's feud.
Fu Tingyu has always wanted to find a husband who is versatile in both civil and military affairs. He asked his son to teach this reckless man a lesson in terms of literary and military talents and let him know that he is a man of great talent. If he can take this opportunity to destroy Fu Tingyu and Kang Long's good deeds
That's better.
She originally proposed marriage to Fu Tingyu for a distant nephew of hers, but was rejected by Fu Tingyu, which made her feel uncomfortable all the time.
Although Kang Long seemed to be upright and upright and didn't take it seriously, how could Zhang's little moves be hidden from him? He sneered secretly in his heart, "Grandma, who can't recite poetry? I guarantee that you will be wet all over. Huh, if you want to
I'm making a fool of myself, you guys are not qualified enough. After all, I've come from time-travelling, and I can have my hands wet with the wetness from the Song Dynasty, and I'll make you feel inferior, and you'll get wet from top to bottom.
"Okay, okay, I also like to recite poetry, but I'm afraid that some rough people don't know how to appreciate it, and they will ruin our elegance!" Fu Zhaoshou immediately clapped his hands in agreement, and glanced at Kang Long with contempt, his contempt was obvious.
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Fu Zhaoxin and Fu Tingyu had never heard of Kang Long's poetry before, and looked at him with worried faces. Fu Tingyu also glanced at his second brother Fu Zhaoyuan and third brother Fu Zhaoshou with dissatisfaction, making them even more proud and relieved.
"Very good. My father has been away from home for many years, and I don't know how Yuan'er and Shou'er are doing with their studies. It's just the right time for me to take advantage of the full moon today to let my father have a good listen. Come on, let's sing and dance!" Fu Yanqing high-fived.
He also wanted to take the opportunity to see if Kang Long was versatile in both civil and military matters. Needless to say in terms of martial arts, Wu Yun, the swordsman of Yulang who could fight, had no power to fight back and was definitely a top master. If he excelled in literary talent, he would be
Pay more attention to it.
Although he had always looked down on those sour Confucian scholars who only chanted the wind and moonlight every day, he also understood that if he wanted to govern the world well, he could not do without those Confucian scholars.
With the sound of rings and the aroma of scent, more than a dozen kabuki and musicians walked quickly from the water bridge stone path, stopped in the open space of Tingyue Pavilion, lowered their heads and saluted everyone: "I have seen the master and his wife, young master and young lady!"
Fu Yanqing waved his hand and said: "If you have any good songs and dances arranged recently, you might as well perform them to entertain my son. If you can bring out my son's poetic nature, I will be rewarded!"
All the kabuki actors were overjoyed. After bowing and thanking each other, they stood like fluttering butterflies in the open space of the water pavilion. They stood in a circle inward, surrounding a woman with her head lowered in the middle. These kabuki actors were all dressed in gorgeous costumes, and their clothes were light and revealing.
Dew, the swallow is fat and thin, its pink and tender flesh is exposed, its jade arms are stretched out, and it dances gracefully to the elegant music.
Fu Zhaoshou's face was drooling like a pig's, and he was looking at the kabuki operas. He looked like he wanted to swallow these beautiful kabuki operas in one go, especially when he looked at the dancer in the middle, his eyes shone.
These kabuki actors were all trained by the Luoyang Geisha Studio. Whenever there were family banquets held by wealthy families, they would be invited to perform songs and dances to entertain them. They all belonged to the Geisha Studio. Although some were valued by rich families and bought at ransom,
However, the Fu family was prohibited from doing this by Fu Yanqing.
Although Fu Zhaoshou coveted the beauties of these kabuki performers, he could only get enough of watching them. If he wanted to have any ideas, he could only sneak out of the house and go to a geisha studio to spend money and have fun.
Fu Zhaoyuan was indeed worthy of being a son of an aristocratic family, and it was only at this moment that he showed his free and unrestrained demeanor. He put his hands behind his back and enjoyed the song and dance without any obscenity on his face. At the same time, he looked up at the bright moon in the sky, as if he was pondering the verses.
This time, the geisha studio has sent the second most talented prostitute Yu Hanyan in the geisha studio. She is currently surrounded by the kabuki dancers, her eyes are pulsing, she is dancing gracefully, and her gorgeous skirt is flying, making her look even more attractive.
This girl is as graceful as a fairy from the Moon Palace.
She lowered her head before, and Kang Long didn't see her face. When he saw her now, he was shocked. He didn't expect that there could be such a beautiful and enchanting person in the geisha studio.
The tender white skin that can be broken by blows, the exquisite and suitable facial features, the tall figure, the slim waist of the water snake, coupled with the exquisite and colorful singing and dancing, Kang Long's eyes widened when he saw it, and he forgot where he was for a moment.
At!
Fu Tingyu had been paying attention to Kang Long's expression, and was very dissatisfied when he saw that he was distracted by Yu Hanyan. Taking advantage of everyone's attention being attracted by the beautiful dance of Yu Hanyan, he stretched out his hand and pinched Kang Long's thigh heavily.
Kang Long was unprepared and suddenly screamed out. Then he woke up and quickly pretended to be shocked by Yu Hanyan's dance to cover it up. However, he also reached down with a big hand and took the opportunity to touch Fu Tingyu's leg.
Take revenge on this woman.
When Fu Tingyu was touched by him, he felt a heat in his chest and abdomen, and his whole body trembled slightly. His face turned red unconsciously, and he was afraid that his father, brother and mother would notice him, so he pretended to be innocent and picked up the jade cup and took a sip of wine.
He stomped his deerskin boots in disgust.
Just when Kang Long said, Fu Zhaoyuan looked happy and said loudly: "Yes! I have a poem by Ting Yue. Please correct me, father, brother, aunt and mother." Then he clapped his hands and chanted:
Listening to the moon in the pavilion is the clearest place, and listening to the moon in the pavilion is the clearest.
The sky is buzzing, the ice is spinning, the medicine is being pounded, the jade pestle is clanging.
The music played in Guanghan was thin and the sound was tinkling, and the axe, dangui and osmanthus tinkled.
Sure enough, a gust of fragrant wind blew up, blowing away Chang'e's laughter.
This boy is really talented. The moon is silent, but he used his rich imagination to imagine the sounds made by the movement of the moon. The ice wheel of course refers to the moon, the jade rabbit pounding medicine, the jingling sound of the jade pestle, Guanghan Palace
The song of colorful clothes and feathers was played, and the thin music spread outside the palace. Wu Gang held the ax to cut down the osmanthus. There was a rhythmic tinkling sound. Finally, a gust of wind came and spread Chang'e's laughter to the poet's ears.
The poem describes the sounds of the moon's movement, pounding medicine, music, cutting osmanthus, and laughter, making people feel like they have experienced the scene, heard its sounds, and wish they could lean on the pavilion and listen to the moon once.
In addition, the joyful and noisy atmosphere of this poem about the moon is also unique. The moon is gone, cold and lonely. People say that the blue sea is sunny every night, but Chang'e here is laughing, which shows how wonderful the poet's mood is.
Everyone applauded and praised, especially Mrs. Zhang, who was so happy that she couldn't open her mouth from ear to ear. Naturally, the mother was overjoyed that her son could show his face in front of the master. She raised her head and glanced at Mr. Yang as if to demonstrate.
Fu Yanqing was overjoyed and praised: "I wish my son really did not disappoint my father, and he has made a lot of progress! In the coming year, my father will be active in the court and find a job for you."
Mrs. Zhang was overjoyed, but Mrs. Yang was a little worried. She looked at Fu Zhaoxin to see if her son could write any good poems.
However, everyone looked at his face and looked embarrassed. It was obvious that he could not write a poem that could surpass Fu Zhaoyuan. Both Yang and Fu Tingyu were worried about him.