Fu Zhaoyuan was quite proud of himself and felt that this poem was the most proud work of his life. He must have become famous in the capital today.
After the singing and dancing stopped, Yu Hanyan, a talented girl who was well-known in Xijing for her talent and talent, walked up to Fu Zhaoyuan with an affectionate little step.
Comparable to Zijian. Nujia Yuhanyan thanks the young master for his compliments. I can only propose a toast and talk about my feelings."
With that said, Yu Hanyan picked up the jade pot on the stone table, filled it with fine wine, and handed it to Fu Zhaoyuan with both hands. She looked at Fu Zhaoyuan without blinking with a pair of big loving eyes.
Fu Zhaoyuan was greatly embarrassed. He usually prided himself on his talent, studied hard behind closed doors, and rarely had contact with outsiders. This was the first time he met such a beautiful woman, and she still looked so affectionate. He took the wine with a blushing face and drank it down in one gulp.
, Na Na didn’t know how to answer, the cool and unrestrained demeanor just now had disappeared long ago, making Kang Long next to him secretly worried about him.
Damn it, with such a good time and beautiful scenery, and a beautiful woman who is so kind to her, I quickly hit the snake and followed it with the stick, and set a good date to have an affair in the backyard. How fun would it be?
Even Fu Yanqing and Mrs. Zhang were worried about their son. Although they looked down upon Yu Hanyan's identity, Yu Hanyan was beautiful and charming after all. She was also a humble servant. She was a prostitute rather than a prostitute. It would be a good idea to be redeemed as a concubine.
But his son was so rude that the two elders stared at him.
Fu Zhaoshou, a boy, has been coveting Yu Hanyan's beauty for who knows how long, but Yu Hanyan has been ignoring him. This boy has lost his temper many times because of this. Then he saw his second brother reciting a poem,
He captured the beauty's heart, and his heart was filled with jealousy. He stood up, pulled Yu Hanyan's jade arm, and said: "Beauty, I also have a poem, please review it."
This kid was usually just idle, but now he even recited a poem. Everyone present widened their eyes and looked at him in disbelief.
Yu Hanyan nimbly avoided the pig's foot extended by Fu Zhaoshou, laughed, and whispered: "Then please let the third young master speak and let the little girl see the third young master's talents."
Fu Zhaoyuan was quite angry. He also liked Yu Hanyan very much, but his third brother stepped in to ruin his good deeds. He originally wanted to take the opportunity to lose Kang Long's face, but he put it down and stared at Fu coldly.
Zhaoshou.
Fu Zhaoshou pretended to open the folding fan, shook it, took what he thought was the coolest pose, and said softly: "The big moon disk in the sky."
When everyone heard the first sentence, they thought it was crude, but it was also a bit poetic, and they couldn't help but be a little surprised. The next few sentences completely shocked everyone. Kang Long almost squirted, and Fu Tingyu was even more unbearable. He just took a sip of wine and squirted.
Kang Long looked at him.
"The big moon disk in the sky looks like a beautiful face. I really want to take a bite, it must be fragrant and sweet!"
Kang Long drank the wine that was sprayed on Tian's face, and wanted to hug Fu Zhaoshou and yell, "Damn, brother, you are really the best Yin talent in ancient and modern times!"
When Fu Tingyu saw that Kang Long didn't wipe off the drink he sprayed on his face, but poured it into his mouth, he turned his head in shame, not daring to look at him.
Mr. Yang, Fu Zhaoxin and all the singing and dancing girls burst into laughter. Fu Yanqing blew his beard and glared, wanting to scold this idiot son loudly, but instead he laughed out loud at his crooked poem.
But Fu Zhaoyuan burst out laughing and said: "The third brother is really talented, the second brother feels inferior to me!" This boy has always been silent. Kang Long thought he was so humble and polite, but at this moment, this boy actually also
He knows how to use a dry sense of humor.
Damn, what a pair of talents!
Fu Zhaoshou was so proud that he thought everyone was praising him. He shook his folding fan more and more enthusiastically and leaned towards Yu Hanyan again. Thinking that the little beauty would treat him like his second brother, he toasted him a glass of wine so that he could take the opportunity to hold the little beauty in his hand.
The beauty's tender white hands interpret a charming story of a talented man and a beautiful woman falling in love on a moonlit night and having an affair in the backyard.
The look of contempt in Yu Hanyan's eyes flashed away. She concealed it very well. No one except Kang Long saw it. She bowed to everyone in an understatement and said crisply: "I wonder if you guys want more?"
Are the slaves singing and dancing to add to the fun?"
Fu Zhaoshou was stunned for a moment, not knowing why, but Mrs. Zhang next to him grabbed Fu Zhaoshou and scolded him: "Zhaoshou, sit down! It's so embarrassing and if you don't restrain yourself, I will punish you later."
Mrs. Zhang is very selfish at the moment and is planning for her son Fu Zhaoyuan. She wants to make a good relationship between him and Yu Hanyan happen. How can she allow Fu Zhaoshou to destroy it?
"Master, it seems that Kang Huwei understands my son's poetry talent quite well. He must be an expert at it. How about asking Kang Huwei to compose a poem to add to the fun?"
Mrs. Zhang still remembered her previous thoughts and wanted to take advantage of Kang Long's face and ruin the good relationship between him and Fu Tingyu. Fu Zhaoyuan looked at Kang Long expectantly. Such students who have been hidden in the inner courtyard for many years are most eager for others to know their talents.
, and hoped to find a close friend from the poems. When he heard his mother's words, he really thought that Kang Long understood his poetic mood, so he held his hands and said, "Brother Kang, please give me some advice."
Fu Zhaoxin and Fu Tingyu were in a hurry, but they didn't know how to help him out. Fu Yanqing looked at him with a smile on his face, indicating that Kang Long might as well speak up. Yang also looked at Kang Long deeply.
Although Fu Zhaoshou was unwilling to give in, he did not dare to be presumptuous. His father Fu Yanqing just glared at him, but it really shocked him. When he saw everyone looking at Kang Long, their thoughts returned to their original purpose, and they looked at him with disdain.
He glanced at Kang Long and said, "Yes, Guard Kang, everyone is looking forward to your masterpiece. Do you want me to help you?"
Wu Yun, who had been silent all this time, suddenly shouted loudly, attracting everyone's attention, and then said: "Hey, I don't know that Brother Kang is so good at martial arts that he can even compose poems. I admire him!"
He spoke of admiration, but there was no hint of admiration in his expression or voice. He was clearly mocking him for not overestimating his own abilities. He was a ruthless martial artist who knew how to compose poetry.
Yu Hanyan followed everyone's gaze curiously and looked at Kang Long. When she saw him standing tall, his majestic figure and his majestic demeanor, her eyes immediately lit up and she gave him a friendly smile, but said nothing.
Kang Long held the jade bowl in a difficult position and took a swig of wine. He ignored the wine stains on his clothes and poured another bowl of wine. Then he stood up with the sea bowl and walked around in the pavilion, frowning.
He frowned, his face full of sorrow, but his eyes secretly glanced at everyone.
Everyone had different reactions, Fu Zhaoxin and Fu Tingyu looked a little anxious, Fu Yanqing and Yang were smiling, Zhang, Fu Zhaoshou and Wu Yun had disdainful smiles on their faces. Although Fu Zhaoyuan was smiling, with Kang Long's eyes
, but it could be seen that he actually didn't take it seriously. Only the famous singing and dancing prostitute Yu Hanyan stared at him with a pair of wonderful eyes and smiled, seeming to be quite curious.
"Well, uncle, my nephew is an expert at wielding swords and guns. Isn't he really good at composing poetry?" Kang Long frowned sadly.
Fu Zhaoshou and Wu Yun burst into laughter, with a hint of ridicule in their laughter. Fu Zhaoshou even laughed directly: "Kang Long, if you don't know how to write poetry, stop pretending. Let's
This young master looks really, tsk tsk, really sad for you, haha!"
Fu Zhaoxin and Fu Tingyu looked relieved. If they don't know how to write poems, then they can't write poems. It would be better to admit it, so as not to be like Fu Zhaoshou, who would lose face and make it even worse.
Fu Yanqing and others were astonished. Even Yu Hanyan covered her mouth and smiled, as if she was amused by Kang Long's behavior. This man was really funny. He pretended to be pretentious and even said he couldn't write poetry.
"I wonder if I can write the first lyrics?" Kang Long saw the changes in everyone's expressions and was secretly amused. Damn it, I can't compose poems, how can I plagiarize? After all, we also went to high school before and were in the special forces.
I have received training in cultural classes and memorized many famous poems and lines, so I can easily fool people by randomly picking one.
His sudden words made everyone present stunned and surprised. You must know that the Tang Dynasty, when the literary style was at its peak, had just passed. Although wars were rife, literati were avoiding disasters and living in seclusion in the mountains and forests. There were also officials who became officials.
But most of them are pragmatic in their governance, and there are very few idle people who recite poems and compose poems all day long.
However, the southern countries, especially the Southern Tang and Western Shu, due to their special geographical location and relatively peaceful location, were rarely devastated by war, and their literary style even caught up with the prosperity of the Han and Tang Dynasties.
Whether in the court, in the rivers and lakes, whether traveling in the mountains and rivers, or at private parties, they all love to recite poems and compose poems to express their aspirations.
At this time, a new literary trend emerged among them, that is, writing lyrics. This writing of lyrics is more difficult than writing poetry. Poems can be composed regardless of the topic, as long as they are based on their own aspirations, feelings, or expressions based on the situation.
Just come up with your own ideas. Lyric writing not only has higher requirements in this aspect, but also has restrictions on word cards and words. It is much more difficult than writing poetry.
No one here could have imagined that Kang Long would give up the easy task to write a poem.
Fu Zhaoshou laughed with contempt and said: "Kang Long, you are so arrogant. You can't even compose poems, and you still want to write lyrics?"