Chapter 137
The Poetry Porter
Chapter 137 The Poetry Porter
Hearing this, Jin Jin couldn't help covering her mouth and laughing.
"Sister, this time, you really wronged Mr. Zhou."
"What do you mean by that?"
Li Shishi asked with some doubts.
"The poem in my sister's hand is just a transcript, not complete. Mr. Lin's full poem is: In the Mid-Autumn Festival of the first year of Jingkang, he competed with Zhou Bangchang on the Bianhe River..."
If there are no accidents, such a high-quality poem written by Lin Fan will definitely be passed down through the ages, but because of Lin Fan's words, Zhou Bangchang will also be passed down through the ages.
Although the ancient literati all wanted to leave behind a name, but such a reputation, no one wanted it.
Thinking that everyone in the later generations will say this classic poem, there is a man named Zhou Bangchang, who does not know the heights of heaven and earth, but wants to challenge this poem.
Thinking of this, Zhou Bangchang felt the urge to vomit blood.
Then Zhou Bangchang really vomited blood. The more he thought about it, the more angry he became, and finally he was so angry that he vomited blood.
"He's pretty bad."
Li Shishi said coquettishly.
"Sister, this is it. Beauty is in the eye of a beholder. You just said that Mr. Zhou has a small measure. Now Mr. Lin deliberately angers Mr. Zhou. You say that you are very bad. This is partiality."
The little maid laughed and joked with Li Shishi beside her.
Master Li rolled his eyes and said indifferently:
"Of course, the relationship between people still has to be distinguished. Mr. Lin and I are friends of Guan Bao."
The little maid said with a smile:
"I know, his long pipe intersects with your abalone."
"Damn girl, how dare you make fun of me."
Li Shishi said coquettishly.
There's no way, it's a good word, it's because Lin Fan explained the meaning to the wrong side.
But according to what Lin Fan said, this Bao is really pretty.
"This villain, with such a high profile, is to make future generations dare not write poems on the Mid-Autumn Festival."
Master Li shook his head and said.
"That's why Mr. Lin used a pseudonym. When everyone talked about it later, they would all say that Mr. Muji was extremely talented, and it was just a poem passed down."
The little maid Jin Jin said beside her.
Lin Fan naturally wouldn't use his real name for such an event where he was an enemy of everyone present. In these days, no one has a few vests when walking around the rivers and lakes.
"Miss is happy now."
Jin Jin looked at Li Shishi, laughed and joked beside him.
Master Li glared at Jin Jin and said:
"Damn girl, no big or small."
After saying these words, he couldn't help but feel melancholy again, he couldn't let the old emperor win the championship, so the master had to explain it.
"Sister, are you worried about Master's affairs?"
Jin Jin asked from the side.
Master Li nodded and said softly:
"I don't know if it will affect Master's plan."
……
On the cruise ship in Jingzhao Mansion, Zhao Ji sat very leisurely.
At this time, someone knocked on the door outside, it was Yin Li Yang of Jingzhao Mansion.
"You're here? But the poetry meeting has already come to fruition?"
Zhao Ji tidied up his clothes, as if he was going to meet Li Shishi.
With an embarrassed expression on Li Yang's face, he said:
"Master Huang, there is an episode..."
Zhao Ji frowned, he had a bad premonition in his heart, he frowned and said:
"What episode happened?"
"Young Master Zhou didn't come up with any lyrics. The leader of this poetry meeting has already been snatched away by someone else."
Li Yang said helplessly.
"What did you say?"
Zhao Ji stared at Li Yang in front of him, my trousers have already been dragged, now you tell me that the other party is coming to be an aunt?Can't get in tonight?
Even worse than this behavior, even if the other party came to Kuishui, Zhao Ji felt that he could run the red light, after all, he had been waiting for a day for too long.
But now this person is telling himself that there is no way.
Zhao Ji stared at Li Yang like this.
Feeling the coercion brought by the old emperor, Li Yang was already sweating on his forehead. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and said:
"It's a little-known kid. I've never seen such a character before, so I missed it."
Zhao Ji looked at Li Yang, shook his head and said:
"As the governor of Jingzhao Prefecture and the parent official of Kaifeng City, there are many things and how to operate them. Do you still need me to teach you?"
"I have already sent someone to contact the person who wrote the lyrics, hoping to bribe him..."
Li Yang said to Zhao Ji.
Zhao Ji waited for Li Yang, frowned and said:
"Why bother?"
"Who is the judge this time? You can go say hello and change the leader?"
At first, Zhao Ji thought that Li Yang was a very clever person who knew how to adapt when encountering problems. How did he find out that he was so awkward? He couldn't handle such a small matter well.
Zhao Ji was very disappointed.
Seeing the disappointed expression on Zhao Ji's face, Li Yang said with some embarrassment:
"Master Huang, it's not that I don't want to, it's really impossible."
"From the very beginning, this kid deliberately provoked Zhou Bangchang to compete with him in writing poems. As a result, this kid came up with a famous line that can be passed down through the ages. He vomited blood."
Li Yang said helplessly.
"Master Huang, this poem is really well written. After this person finishes writing it, the rest of the geniuses will have nothing to write..."
Xin Qiji's Qingyu Case Yuanxi that Lin Fan appropriated was widely circulated in later generations. Some people even publicly declared that after Xin Qiji's Yuanxi, no one would dare to write poems on the following Yuanxi.
And now Lin Fan's "Sapphire Case Mid-Autumn Festival", since then, unless someone thinks that the height of this poem can be surpassed, few people dare to write poems in this place.
As for Tang poetry and Song poetry, poetry has begun to decline after that, and few people can write poetry of such a high level as Xin Qiji.
"What did you write? Bring it here and let me have a look."
Zhao Ji said somewhat unwillingly.
Li Yang brought Lin Fan's manuscript to Zhao Ji.
Zhao Ji was stunned for a moment, let alone the poem, the word is very beautiful, it is very beautiful.
Zhao Ji himself is a master of calligraphy, and seeing Lin Fan's handwriting at this time, he couldn't help but shine in his eyes.
This man, this is a new font.
"What font is this? Why have you never seen it before?"
Zhao Ji looked at the poems in his hand with admiration, and said with some regret:
"This person is not only good at poetry, but also writes words so well. It is absolutely impossible for him to be an ordinary person. Haven't you heard of this person before?"
Li Yang looked confused, wooden table, hen, I don't know, why does it feel like this person's name is a bit of a mockery of everyone.
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Hearing this, Jin Jin couldn't help covering her mouth and laughing.
"Sister, this time, you really wronged Mr. Zhou."
"What do you mean by that?"
Li Shishi asked with some doubts.
"The poem in my sister's hand is just a transcript, not complete. Mr. Lin's full poem is: In the Mid-Autumn Festival of the first year of Jingkang, he competed with Zhou Bangchang on the Bianhe River..."
If there are no accidents, such a high-quality poem written by Lin Fan will definitely be passed down through the ages, but because of Lin Fan's words, Zhou Bangchang will also be passed down through the ages.
Although the ancient literati all wanted to leave behind a name, but such a reputation, no one wanted it.
Thinking that everyone in the later generations will say this classic poem, there is a man named Zhou Bangchang, who does not know the heights of heaven and earth, but wants to challenge this poem.
Thinking of this, Zhou Bangchang felt the urge to vomit blood.
Then Zhou Bangchang really vomited blood. The more he thought about it, the more angry he became, and finally he was so angry that he vomited blood.
"He's pretty bad."
Li Shishi said coquettishly.
"Sister, this is it. Beauty is in the eye of a beholder. You just said that Mr. Zhou has a small measure. Now Mr. Lin deliberately angers Mr. Zhou. You say that you are very bad. This is partiality."
The little maid laughed and joked with Li Shishi beside her.
Master Li rolled his eyes and said indifferently:
"Of course, the relationship between people still has to be distinguished. Mr. Lin and I are friends of Guan Bao."
The little maid said with a smile:
"I know, his long pipe intersects with your abalone."
"Damn girl, how dare you make fun of me."
Li Shishi said coquettishly.
There's no way, it's a good word, it's because Lin Fan explained the meaning to the wrong side.
But according to what Lin Fan said, this Bao is really pretty.
"This villain, with such a high profile, is to make future generations dare not write poems on the Mid-Autumn Festival."
Master Li shook his head and said.
"That's why Mr. Lin used a pseudonym. When everyone talked about it later, they would all say that Mr. Muji was extremely talented, and it was just a poem passed down."
The little maid Jin Jin said beside her.
Lin Fan naturally wouldn't use his real name for such an event where he was an enemy of everyone present. In these days, no one has a few vests when walking around the rivers and lakes.
"Miss is happy now."
Jin Jin looked at Li Shishi, laughed and joked beside him.
Master Li glared at Jin Jin and said:
"Damn girl, no big or small."
After saying these words, he couldn't help but feel melancholy again, he couldn't let the old emperor win the championship, so the master had to explain it.
"Sister, are you worried about Master's affairs?"
Jin Jin asked from the side.
Master Li nodded and said softly:
"I don't know if it will affect Master's plan."
……
On the cruise ship in Jingzhao Mansion, Zhao Ji sat very leisurely.
At this time, someone knocked on the door outside, it was Yin Li Yang of Jingzhao Mansion.
"You're here? But the poetry meeting has already come to fruition?"
Zhao Ji tidied up his clothes, as if he was going to meet Li Shishi.
With an embarrassed expression on Li Yang's face, he said:
"Master Huang, there is an episode..."
Zhao Ji frowned, he had a bad premonition in his heart, he frowned and said:
"What episode happened?"
"Young Master Zhou didn't come up with any lyrics. The leader of this poetry meeting has already been snatched away by someone else."
Li Yang said helplessly.
"What did you say?"
Zhao Ji stared at Li Yang in front of him, my trousers have already been dragged, now you tell me that the other party is coming to be an aunt?Can't get in tonight?
Even worse than this behavior, even if the other party came to Kuishui, Zhao Ji felt that he could run the red light, after all, he had been waiting for a day for too long.
But now this person is telling himself that there is no way.
Zhao Ji stared at Li Yang like this.
Feeling the coercion brought by the old emperor, Li Yang was already sweating on his forehead. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and said:
"It's a little-known kid. I've never seen such a character before, so I missed it."
Zhao Ji looked at Li Yang, shook his head and said:
"As the governor of Jingzhao Prefecture and the parent official of Kaifeng City, there are many things and how to operate them. Do you still need me to teach you?"
"I have already sent someone to contact the person who wrote the lyrics, hoping to bribe him..."
Li Yang said to Zhao Ji.
Zhao Ji waited for Li Yang, frowned and said:
"Why bother?"
"Who is the judge this time? You can go say hello and change the leader?"
At first, Zhao Ji thought that Li Yang was a very clever person who knew how to adapt when encountering problems. How did he find out that he was so awkward? He couldn't handle such a small matter well.
Zhao Ji was very disappointed.
Seeing the disappointed expression on Zhao Ji's face, Li Yang said with some embarrassment:
"Master Huang, it's not that I don't want to, it's really impossible."
"From the very beginning, this kid deliberately provoked Zhou Bangchang to compete with him in writing poems. As a result, this kid came up with a famous line that can be passed down through the ages. He vomited blood."
Li Yang said helplessly.
"Master Huang, this poem is really well written. After this person finishes writing it, the rest of the geniuses will have nothing to write..."
Xin Qiji's Qingyu Case Yuanxi that Lin Fan appropriated was widely circulated in later generations. Some people even publicly declared that after Xin Qiji's Yuanxi, no one would dare to write poems on the following Yuanxi.
And now Lin Fan's "Sapphire Case Mid-Autumn Festival", since then, unless someone thinks that the height of this poem can be surpassed, few people dare to write poems in this place.
As for Tang poetry and Song poetry, poetry has begun to decline after that, and few people can write poetry of such a high level as Xin Qiji.
"What did you write? Bring it here and let me have a look."
Zhao Ji said somewhat unwillingly.
Li Yang brought Lin Fan's manuscript to Zhao Ji.
Zhao Ji was stunned for a moment, let alone the poem, the word is very beautiful, it is very beautiful.
Zhao Ji himself is a master of calligraphy, and seeing Lin Fan's handwriting at this time, he couldn't help but shine in his eyes.
This man, this is a new font.
"What font is this? Why have you never seen it before?"
Zhao Ji looked at the poems in his hand with admiration, and said with some regret:
"This person is not only good at poetry, but also writes words so well. It is absolutely impossible for him to be an ordinary person. Haven't you heard of this person before?"
Li Yang looked confused, wooden table, hen, I don't know, why does it feel like this person's name is a bit of a mockery of everyone.
(Resume the third update, update two chapters first, and then update one chapter in the evening, please recommend and ask for five-star praise, the end of the month is coming soon, please help me to enter the top [-]...)
(End of this chapter)