To the pair, Dongfang Yong said "Smoke locks the willows in the pond", which made all the scholars in the Red Mansion lose their courage.
Now when we talk about comparing poems, Dongfang Yong wants to laugh.
The thing that time-travelling children are least afraid of is poetry. Not to mention that Dongfang Yong learned a lot from reading novels online in his previous life. He himself pays attention to learning Chinese culture and has a lot of poetry in his mind.
Wen He is also very confident in Dongfang Yong now. He smiled and said to the people below: "Well, let's compare poems now, and Wen He should start..."
As he spoke, Wen He sang a light tune in Wu Nong's soft language, and then looked at the young masters and scholars below. Soon one of the young masters stood up and recited a short poem. The people next to him listened and reported immediately.
to applaud
Three or five young men stood up and recited poems, and then they all looked at Dongfang Yong defiantly.
Wen He smiled and then looked at Dongfang Yong expectantly.
Dongfang Yong stood up and sang out a piece of Jingye Si by Li Bai, making the people below him quiet. Jingye Si was not an earth-shattering masterpiece, but the deep feeling of homesickness in it was vividly expressed.
To, what a masterpiece
Wu Zhenzhi stood up, showed a good smile to Dongfang Yong, and then recited a poem about golden spears and iron forests, violent battlefields, and full of murderous intent, and then looked at Dongfang Yong with a smile.
The young men around him are either noble officials, living in the capital and enjoying themselves, or they are powerless scholars. Naturally, they cannot see such murderous battlefields, and naturally they will not write such violent poems.
Come on, when I heard Wu Zhenzhi’s poems, I was suddenly amazed.
The whole place was quiet, no worse than Dongfang Yong. There is a rhetoric often used in elementary school compositions, it is so quiet that you can hear a pin drop, which refers to such a scene.
Dongfang Yong smiled, stretched out his hand and started clapping
Everyone was awakened by Dongfang Yong's applause, recovered from Wu Zhenzhi's poetry filled with cold murderous intent, and then responded with applause
Some people thought back to the fact that when Dongfang Yong gave Wu Zhenzhi applause, did he surrender and admit defeat?
Dongfang Yong waited until everyone's applause was almost over, then walked two more steps on the stage, then returned to the crossing, and chanted loudly: "The dark clouds are pressing down on the city, about to destroy it, the light of armor opens towards the golden scales of the sun. The sound of horns fills the autumn sky.
, stuffed with swallow's fat that condenses into night purple. Half a roll of red flag comes to Yishui, the frost is heavy and the sound of cold drums cannot be heard. I report to you on the golden stage, and support the jade dragon to die for you."
Dongfang Yong plagiarized Li He's "Yanmen Prefect's Journey".
Wu Zhenzhi was stunned for a moment, and then the others thought about it, and the expressions on their faces were even more stunning than Wu Zhenzhi's poem just now, full of red stars.
Wu Zhenzhi read Dongfang Yong's poem again and knew that he had lost. No matter how calm he was, his face turned slightly dark.
Zhu Yonghao clapped his hands, and then others also clapped, giving the courtesy he just gave to Wu Zhenzhi to Dongfang Yong again, and he felt even stronger
Wu Zhenzhi's face turned pale. Just now Dongfang Yong was the first to applaud Wu Zhenzhi's poem. Now Dongfang Yong's poem is three points better than Wu Zhenzhi's, but others applauded him first. Doesn't this show that Dongfang Yong
Yong has a big heart, but Wu Zhenzhi is not only poor in poetry, but also poor in character.
His face turned green and red, and after a while, he joined everyone in clapping a few times.
It took more than ten minutes for the applause to stop. Then the scholar with a spirit of research began to exchange poems about Yanmen Taishou with Dongfang Yong. After a big battle with the Black Wolf Army six months ago, Dongfang Yong appointed his soldiers.
For the Golden Army, he is the marshal of the Golden Army, so this poem can easily be said by Dongfang Yong to be a masterpiece that he wrote after being inspired by a life-and-death battle.
Everyone admired and admired him, and some of the pampered young men were thinking whether they should go to the front line to fight, otherwise they would not be able to write famous quatrains that would leave a lasting impression on history.
Dongfang Yong's poem "Yanmen Taishou Xing" pushed the poetry competition of friends through literature to a small level. Everyone then faced the poems. Dongfang Yong often threw out a poem by Li Bai, Bai Juyi, and Su Shi, which aroused the enthusiasm of the princes.
exclaim
Zhao Longyang stood up at this time, and Wen He asked with a smile: "Master Zhao, do you have any good words for us to appreciate?"
Zhao Longyang smiled and said: "I won't show my ugliness, but I have a question, please satisfy Mr. Dongfang."
Dongfang Yong stretched out his hand and said: "Please"
"Each of the quatrains that Mr. Dongfang recited just now seems to have a different style, and the inner age expressed is different. Some are like the works of an old man expressing his feelings about life, some are the works of a child prodigy, and even more amazing, some are
The poems were written by women, by the psychology of women, are they all written by Dongfang Gongzi?" Zhao Longyang asked.
Everyone was startled. Yes, it’s easy to say that there are different styles, but at this age, it’s a bit strange. What’s even more strange is that you, a young man, how can you write such a small word as the grievances of a woman’s mother?
"What do you think, Mr. Zhao?" Dongfang Yong asked.
Wen He was slightly nervous. His intention could be seen from Zhao Longyang's words. He wanted to say whether Dongfang Yong had read the ancient book somewhere and then plagiarized it.
Zhao Longyang smiled, smiled apologetically at Dongfang Yong, and said, "It was Zhao who was rude."
Then he sat down.
This move was more ruthless, and everyone was thinking about it. Dongfang Yong also wanted to take his move, but he said it was rude, then sat down calmly and withdrew from the turmoil, but
Everyone's thoughts will not subside because of his gentleness, but they will think more.
At this time, the young men in the audience looked at Dongfang Yong and their eyes changed slightly. Could this Dongfang Yong be plagiarized?
A poor scholar stood up and asked, "Master Dongfang, please tell me how you can write poems of different ages and genders?"
That way seems to be defending the orthodoxy and justice of literature.
Dongfang Yong laughed and said: "In this world, there is a kind of person called a genius. I was a genius before I got seriously ill. You will not forget that I will also be a genius after I recover."
Everyone was slightly startled by Dongfang Yong's boast, but they thought that before Dongfang Yong fell ill, he was indeed hailed as a genius prodigy by the world.
"Geniuses can naturally do things that ordinary people cannot do. They can do two things at once and think what others think. What's so difficult about it?" Dongfang Yong said with a smile.
There is an arrogant attitude that laughs at the world's ignorance
Zhao Longyang's expression changed. He had started the trouble and didn't want to say another word. Now after hearing Dongfang Yong's words, he asked: "Mr. Dongfang, you mean, can you think about the vicissitudes of the old man in ancient times? Can you think about **
Because of your resentment, so these poems were all written by you?"
"Young Master Zhao is very intelligent and understands everything Dongfang means," Dongfang Yong said with a smile.
A young master stood up and asked: "Young Master Dongfang is just one person, do you have any proof?"
Zhao Longyang secretly praised the young master who stood up. This is a good question.
"Wen He's character guarantees that Young Master Dongfang is really talented and knowledgeable," Wen He said.
"Miss Wen He, are you cheating on Mr. Dongfang?" a young man said in a weird voice.
This is all in stark contrast.
Dongfang Yong knew that Wen He was nervous about him, and couldn't help being slightly touched by her behavior. He said to the people below: "The so-called ancient books by Mr. Zhao are not enough to be beaten. Let me ask, what kind of ancient books are there in the world?
How about such poems with different styles, age and gender, and even a poem that no one has heard of? If there are a dozen poems, it is not surprising, but what about a hundred poems?"
Everyone was in an uproar. What Dongfang Yong said was that everyone could question him on more than a hundred poems.
"Everyone comes up with a question to see if I can answer a poem using different ages and genders," Dongfang said bravely.
His pride comes from his profound understanding of Chinese culture
When everyone heard this, they all calmed down and thought about it, and then asked questions one after another. Dongfang Yong wrote a poem by Li Bai in the east and a poem by Meng Haoran in the west. From Cao Cao to Dongfang Yong's former primary school Chinese teacher, the answers were fluent.
Wen He's eyes lit up when he heard it, and he also joined in. Dongfang Yong gave Wen He a gentle tune by Li Qingzhao, which almost turned Wen He's eyes into red hearts.
Now everyone was shocked
Now I believe Dongfang Yong is really a genius.
If there are multiple poems, even if they are ancient books, it is impossible that no one has heard of each one.
Zhao Longyang was a shameless person. He saluted Dongfang Yong and said, "Young Master Dongfang is a talented scholar. Zhao has had many misunderstandings before. Please forgive me."
Dongfang Yong smiled and said a few polite words.
Wen He clapped his little hands excitedly, applauding Dongfang Yong for his talent and his big heart. People in the audience saw that their goddess admired Dongfang Yong so much, and they were envious and felt that this was what Dongfang Yong deserved, so
Slowly he also clapped his hands
In the poetry section, it was Dongfang Yong's talent that frightened everyone, so they jumped to the next section.
"Miss Wen He, we have finished our poems. Next, how about we show off our calligraphy?" Zhao Longyang said.
Everyone said hello loudly, this calligraphy, for those who have become accustomed to practicing seal characters, almost everyone knows calligraphy, it is just calligraphy. If you want to be good at it, it will not be as good as ghosts and gods, and no matter how bad they are, it will not be as bad as in the ditch.
"That's great," Wen He said softly.
Mother Wu immediately organized people to deliver pens, inks, paper, inkstones and other items to various tables. A table was also placed on Wen He's table. Wen He looked at Dongfang Yong with a smile.
Dongfang Yong stretched out his hand and said, "Young gentlemen, please go first."
Zhao Longyang seemed to think he had astonishing skills in calligraphy. He showed his hand first, signaled to Wen He, then picked up a big brush, sharpened the ink in his hand, and started to draw ink. Then he stared at the white paper, and his momentum completely subsided.
The surrounding environment suddenly became blurry, as if there was only one Zhao Longyang, a pen, and a piece of paper.
Zhao Longyang looked at the paper as if he were looking at the white body of the most beautiful woman in the world.
Dongfang Yong narrowed his eyes. Zhao Longyang's momentum was a kind of unrestrained momentum, looking at the world with pride.
When Zhao Longyang's momentum reached its highest point, his pen came down, and the dragons and phoenixes danced out a calligraphy table full of unrestrained and heroic atmosphere.
At this time, Wu Zhenzhi stood up, and his servant who looked like gold and steel was polishing the ink for him. It looked really degrading. Wu Zhenzhi also stood in front of the paper, as filial to his father, and waited until the momentum reached its highest
After clicking, I started to draw, and I drew a pair of extremely round characters. Wu Zhenzhi’s figure can be seen everywhere.
Wen He looked at Dongfang Yong. Dongfang Yong could not sit still. She walked to the table on the stage, said a few words to the people below, and then pretended to show off. Ludie hurried over to prepare for her.
Wen He did not hold back constipation for a long time like the following two eldest gentlemen. Instead, he wrote casually and wrote a pair of beautiful small characters. There is a woman's tenderness and a woman's scheming in the words.
The other gentlemen also prepared ink, put pen to paper, and wrote regular calligraphy.
Wen He looked at Dongfang Yong at this time. As a woman, she naturally did not want a man to lose to others. As a servant, she naturally had to serve her master and could not be bullied.
Dongfang Yong stood up and walked to the front of the stage. Just as Green Butterfly was about to go over and lay out the paper, Wen He quickly grabbed it and she started laying out the paper for Dongfang Yong.
Dongfang Yong smiled at Green Butterfly and said: "Prepare a basin of water and a small ink tank."
Green Die was startled. Although he didn't understand, he nodded in agreement. Green Die brought water and a small ink tank. Dongfang Yong poured all the ink into the ink tank and made a small tank. Then Dongfang Yong stretched out his right hand.
It got into clear water and got wet.
Zhao Longyang, Wu Zhenzhi and others were all surprised. What was going on?
Do you want to write in big characters?
Naturally, large characters can better reflect the beauty of calligraphy, but it is even more strange to see that Dongfang Yong does not have a pen for writing large characters on his desk.
Others were equally strange, Wen He and Ludie were even more strange. Wen He handed a prepared pen to Dongfang Yong, but Dongfang Yong pushed it away, and then put his wet right hand into the ink.
His fingers are all soaked in ink
Dongfang Yong soaked it for three seconds before taking it out, but then he couldn't put it on the white paper.
He was waving his fingers wildly. Wen He looked up close and his brows were wrinkled. Everyone looked at Wen He's expression and felt a little gleeful about his misfortune.
But Wen He's brows quickly relaxed, and then raised again, with a look of surprise and astonishment.
Everyone was startled, why is this happening?
Everyone didn't know that they couldn't see what Dongfang Yong did with his fingers on the stage. And Dongfang Yong's fingers didn't stop and continued to dance wildly.
I saw the eyes of the two women, Wen He and Ludie, shining brightly, staring closely at the white paper.
After a while, Dongfang Yong raised his hand. The hand was gray and ink, which was degrading to elegance. If such a person doesn't hold a pen, can what he writes be called calligraphy?
Dongfang Yong had finished writing, but Wen He hadn't read enough. He stood completely blank and continued to stare at what Dongfang Yong had written.
Everyone became more curious. It is said that curiosity killed the cat. Now everyone had the murderer of the cat in their hearts. Zhu Yongqing couldn't help but asked: "Miss Wen He, what did Mr. Dongfang write? You can't keep it to yourself."
Show it to us"
Wen He was disturbed, raised his head dissatisfied, and gave Zhu Yongqing an angry look, but it suddenly stunned the hearts of most men.
Wen He looked at Dongfang Yong with admiration, then reluctantly and Ludie put up the white paper written by Dongfang Yong.
tiger crane
The two characters written by Dongfang Yong are tiger and crane
But not only did he write it with his hand, but he also wrote that tiger has the shape of a tiger, and crane has the posture of a crane. What he wrote was not just the two characters tiger and crane, but he evolved the two characters into the shapes of two animals.
Moreover, the tiger has the power of the tiger, and the crane has the elegance of the crane.
Two different styles, but Dongfang Yong wrote them perfectly
And for those of them who are accustomed to writing with a brush, they can't help but think that the characters that can be easily expressed with a brush can also be drawn with fingers. This...
Everyone couldn't help but look at their fingers. They didn't believe that their fingers could draw words, let alone act out such words.
Although Dongfang Yong has some uncanny skills, he is still slightly better than Zhao Longyang and Wu Zhenzhi.
They looked at Dongfang Yong as if they were looking at a monster. He was really a monster.
Wen He looked at Dongfang Yong with a nymphomaniac look in his eyes, and said dreamily: "Wen He is the only one who belongs to you."
Dongfang Yong smiled at Wen He and reached out to hold Wen He's hand.
The people below made a loud noise, and their dream of a goddess was suddenly shattered.
Wen He actually promised himself to Dongfang Yong in front of so many people.
But thinking about Dongfang Yong's three skills, they all despaired. If they had known that Wen He loved talents so much, they would have studied hard and come to marry Wen He earlier.
For some people, they suddenly understood a lot. For example, Wu Zhenzhi, Zhao Longyang, Zhu Yongqing and others all understood that it turned out that Wen He and Honglou were actually under the influence of Dongfang Yong.
It seems that Dongfang Yong is really not easy.
Dongfang Yong came to the Red Mansion just to express his feelings and let Wen He and Honglou come to light. So it was enough for him to show up at the Red Mansion. It was all his business how he acted and how he showed off. If he was lazy, he would do nothing.
Whatever you do.
Dongfang Yong doesn’t need to pay attention to everyone’s reaction at this time.
He looked at Wen He tenderly, then walked to another piece of white paper, touched the ink with his finger, and began to dance. Soon, the word "Wen He" evolved into a lotus, floating on the paper.
When Wen He saw it, his face turned red and he looked happy.
When the green butterfly saw it, his face showed joy, but after thinking about it, he pursed his lips slightly and felt sour.
Dongfang Yong laughed and asked Wen He to hold "Wen He". Then he drew the word "green butterfly" and a butterfly appeared on the paper.
The green butterfly happily took it
When Wu Zhenzhi saw Dongfang Yong showing off his affection on the stage, he was so calm that he couldn't help but rolled his eyes, and then said: "Congratulations to Mr. Dongfang for bringing home the beauty. Wu Zhenzhi takes his leave."
With that said, he took his King Kong and walked out of the red building.
Zhao Longyang also stood up, said congratulations, and walked out.
Wen He looked at the other sour young masters and said softly: "Wen He would like to invite you all to have a drink. Wen He's Red Mansion still has Wen He. Please don't neglect the Red Mansion."
It was such a happy thing to be invited to have a drink by Wen He before. But now they couldn't help but feel a little sour when they heard it, but they still accepted it happily and said that they would be regular guests of the Red Mansion.
Mother Wu quickly served the food and wine, and everyone sat down. Wen He and Dongfang Yong also sat down at Wu Zhenzhi's table.
Dongfang Yong stood up and smiled at Zhu Yongqing: "..."...