Episode 1 Martial Arts Master Chapter 74 The Charm of Tang Poetry
Mrs. Clifford obviously didn't believe it, so she had to hide her doubts in her heart, and said politely: "Then let's come in for a drink. I've prepared a snow strawberry wine that has been stored for 35 years. You must like it. I just told my friends
Speaking of you, they all want to get to know you." A blacksmith who lives on Rose Street can have a personal secretary and dress more luxuriously than the nobles. This is obviously an excuse, but in her eyes, this person's status has become more and more important.
Mysterious.
The lady introduced her new guest to the guests: "This is Mr. Saga..." She couldn't think of any distinguished status that Saga could use, so she had to turn to describing her personal qualities and said: "Mr. Saga..."
He is upright and selfless, brave and kind, and is a gentleman worthy of respect."
Zhi Luotilin thought again: "Being able to praise his merits like this seems to be a thorn in the side of an adulterer. I have to think of a way."
A man interrupted, looked at Shen Zhimo proudly and said, "Gentleman? Why do I think he looks like a second-class civilian?"
Mrs. Clifford glared at him and said to Shen Zhimo: "This is the son of Mr. Bruce, the Finance Minister, Baron Richard Bruce. Baron Bruce, I hope you can maintain your grace and etiquette towards my friend."
"Of course, I am the most authentic gentleman in Elida City." Richard Bruce said seriously.
This man has blond hair, a slender face, and is quite handsome. From time to time, his eyes look towards Mrs. Clifford with an eager light.
This man has blond hair and a slender face. He is quite handsome. From time to time, his eyes look towards Mrs. Clifford with an eager light. His expression is full of desire, and his face is full of spring flowers. The experienced Shen Zhimo can immediately guess that this
The man was one of Mrs. Clifford's loyal suitors. He probably saw the lady introducing him enthusiastically and mistakenly thought that he was also a competitor, and he became jealous and resentful.
In fact, Master Shen's guess was correct, little Baron Bruce was very wary of him.
Mrs. Clifford picked up the wine brought by the servant, took a glass and passed it to her silently, saying: "Snowberry is a plant that grows on a peak four thousand meters above sea level. Its fruit naturally contains ice elements, and it is very delicious when used to make wine.
When you drink it in summer, you can feel its cool taste without icing it.”
The wine was light red in color and flowed in the transparent crystal cup. It was pleasing to the eye. Shen Zhimo took a sip, and the sweetness still lingered between his teeth. He couldn't help but praise: "It is cold and mellow, sweet but not greasy in the mouth, fragrant but not bitter, and makes people have a great aftertaste.
The restless emotions calmed down, like a piece of sweet music, like a refreshing poem, good wine, good wine."
The wine was extraordinary, and he praised it wonderfully. Mrs. Clifford's beautiful big eyes flashed: "Yes, Mr. Saga, I always think that drinking snowberry wine has a wonderful feeling, but I can't tell what it feels like."
, you are absolutely right, comparing wine to music and poetry is exactly how I feel."
The two just responded like ordinary friends, but the atmosphere was harmonious. Mrs. Clifford was rarely so friendly to a man, not to mention that this man didn't know which rock crack he jumped out of. Bruce was not happy and coughed.
, said: "Madam, I wrote a poem especially for you."
Reciting poetry is an indispensable part of the entertainment at upper-class gatherings. The content is nothing more than love and loyalty, or themes of holy light and faith. Especially in some ambiguous dances, there are more works that are sad for spring and autumn, with gorgeous and empty rhetoric.
There is nothing, nothing but idle moaning.
Relying on his father's reputation, Bruce has been involved in the social circle of Elida City all year round, chasing flowers and admiring willows. He is a slightly famous figure. His best thing is reciting poetry. He racked his brains to find some suitable ones in "The Complete Works of the Bard".
The sentences were broken down, reorganized, and reassembled. They were given their own names, and then they were shown off at parties to win the hearts of some lonely ladies. Over the course of a few years, a few of them were used, and they gained the reputation of being a romantic young man.
As a woman, you are bound to be vulgar and like things that look beautiful. The countess smiled and said: "Baron, what good poem did you write? Please read it out quickly."
Several ladies stopped eating and looked at Bruce expectantly, showing that he was indeed very popular.
"Oh, Baron, you promised to write me a poem last time, why haven't you seen the shadow yet?" A woman who was called a pearl in good words and a fat pig in bad words had sparks of temptation in her eyes and winked at him. A group of women
Everyone surrounded Bruce and asked questions: "Baron, the sentence you chanted at the Spring Celebration Reception last time, if I were a snowflake, I would choose to melt in your palm... Oh, let me
I am so moved now, my God, I have never heard such an emotional poem in my life." Another lady with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks added: "Also, I am trapped in your confusion, like an island among the blue waves, involuntarily.
It's ups and downs, but it's a pity that my husband is uneducated and can't understand it, and he calls it rubbish. If only my husband were half as good as you." Her voice was very high-pitched, like the call of a night owl, and she could barely hear the verses well.
It made everyone's hair stand on end.
Cold sweat finally dripped from Shen Zhimo's vest, and he thought helplessly: "Can this...can be called poetry? I think the country of Senia is not very culturally advanced, and the language is sufficient. There is no literary artistic conception, so let's put it aside
In our place, people would have been beaten to death with sticks." Indeed, once you have read the poems of the Tang Dynasty that are as refined as gems and as beautiful as indescribable, you will no longer feel that other poems have any merit. The Tang Dynasty at that time
North Korea is known as the country of poetry.
Seeing the excitement of these idiots, Shen Zhimo wanted to stuff all nine hundred volumes of "Complete Poems of the Tang Dynasty" into their mouths.
Mrs. Clifford said: "Baron, read it to me. Your poems always remind me of some good memories from the past."
The noble lady who looked like an ape screamed: "Let the servant take a pen and write it down!"
Zhi Luo Tilin quietly tugged at Shen Zhimo's sleeves: "He seems to be very popular. You may not be able to build a relationship with the Countess."
Bruce coughed, and the whole place fell silent. He looked around reservedly, then changed his posture and sat down, looking at the bouquet in the corner lovingly with his eyes. He tried hard to let his eyes reveal a feeling of sadness, and whispered: "What is love?"
?Love is like a star shrouded in the morning mist. Without you, heaven becomes hell. On your beautiful lips, I am accustomed to kissing instead of words. My kiss is like a love coming from the bottom of my heart.
flame……"
This is actually written by a not-so-famous bard. Bruce plagiarized it and only changed a few words. Perhaps due to the long-term practice of reciting poetry frequently, his voice is very smooth and steady, and has magnetism. When reciting,
His tone and emotion are very accurate. At least in terms of recitation, he has some skills, but of course he has nothing else. In order to pick up girls, this guy will hide and recite sentences all day long when he returns home.