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- By the time the two of them arrived at Da Baoen Temple, it was almost noon again.
With a popping sound, the tin-covered umbrella opened, covering Zhao Shouzheng from the sun as he came out of the cabin.
"Huh?" Fan Datong then realized that there was another person traveling with him. He pointed blankly at Fang Wen and said, "Where did this child come from?"
"Book boy." Zhao Shouzheng had a straight face and was full of energy, looking completely different from usual.
"I'm going!"
The two of them entered the pagoda courtyard earlier today than yesterday. At this time, dozens of novice novices were carrying trays and just preparing to serve fasting meals.
"The freeloader is here again."
Yesterday, the judge was looking for them early this morning. When he saw the two people coming in, he put his hands on his hands and laughed and said:
"Sure enough, on time."
Everyone in the poetry club also looked at the two people with teasing expressions. Someone asked:
"I wonder if this poet of the Kuyin School has come up with some good verses?"
Facing the ridicule of everyone, Zhao Shouzheng looked calm, feeling that he had never been so courageous in the past thirty years.
"Take it, don't delay our meal."
He took out a piece of paper from his sleeve and threw it to the judge.
Then, Zhao Shouzheng pulled Fan Datong to sit down.
The little novice monk was about to serve a meal to the two of them, but was stopped by the monk.
"There's no rush. When the recitation is over, maybe it will save them both their fasting."
The person holding the paper walked to the center of the venue, cleared his throat, and read loudly.
"After reading all the pain of parting at the end of the world, when I return home, I will see scattered flowers like this"
The guests all had smiles on their faces and whispered among each other.
"It turned out to be a filled-in word."
"It's "Die Lian Hua". This section is pretty neat. I probably didn't sleep all night, so I couldn't hold back this sentence"
He then heard the judge continue:
"The flowers look at each other without saying a word, and the spring outside the green window has nothing to do with the sky."
As soon as this paragraph came out, the sarcasm disappeared from everyone's faces, and many people looked surprised.
"When I turn on the lovesickness lamp, I will see a wisp of new love and thousands of wisps of old hatred"
By the time the judge read out the third paragraph, the whole place was in an uproar. No one expected that the literary talent of a mere supervisor could be as high as this! People say that they are from the Kuyin Sect, but they are really not bragging.
Even the judge looked like he had seen a ghost and was stammering and could not continue reading.
"The most, the most, the most"
"The most, what is the most? Read it quickly!"
He shouted loudly in a hurry.
???????????????????? But the man with a face as pale as earth just refused to recite it.
Xuelang didn¡¯t know when he came to him, grabbed the poem note, and read loudly in his clear and outstanding voice:
"The most unbearable thing in the world is that the beautiful lady is like a beautiful woman in the mirror and a beautiful tree!"
The whole place was completely silent, even Xuelang himself stayed there.
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"Good! Good words! Unparalleled words!"
For a long time, I didn¡¯t know who was taking the lead, and the audience burst into enthusiastic applause.
Whether they like it or not, everyone is convinced. I have to admit that this student supervisor is qualified to evaluate the Ming Dynasty poetry circle
"What a wonderful one, 'the most unbearable in the world, the beauty of beauty quits the mirror and flowers quits the tree'!" Xuelang also came back to his senses, his eyes filled with excitement, he raised the poem paper with both hands and said loudly: "It's really immortal. This famous line covers the two hundred years of shame in the poetry world of the Ming Dynasty!"
Zhao Shouzheng, however, sat upright like a mountain and asked the judge: "Can we start fasting now?"
Why do you need to give orders to people? The young novice monk hurriedly served the best vegetarian meal, Zhao Shouzheng handed a pair of chopsticks to Fan Datong, and the two started eating and drinking as if no one was watching.
"The demeanor of a true gentleman!"
As soon as the song "Butterfly Loves Flowers" came out, Zhao Shouzheng was transformed from a poor prison student into an eclectic celebrity in everyone's eyes
I saw that Xuelang, who had always been aloof and arrogant, actually stood aside and poured tea for Zhao Shouzheng.
Until he had eaten and drank enough, Xuelang put his hands together and said, "It would be extremely rude not to ask the poet Gao's name."
However, he saw Zhao Shouzheng taking out a handkerchief and wiping his mouth, then slowly shook his head and said, "I am not a poet, I am his father, a poet."
"Uh" Everyone couldn't help but look stunned. They didn't expect this guy to be a madman!
In today¡¯s Ming Dynasty, Kuangshi is more popular than celebrity.
For example, He Xinyin, Li Zhi, Xu Wei, and earlier Wang Shouren, Yuan Hongdao, Wang Gen, and even the poet in front of me??Xuelang, are all influential figures who led the Ming Dynasty for a while.
In this era, following the rules will only lead to boring officialdom. If you want to lead the world, lead the fashion, and become a star that attracts everyone's attention, you can only follow the path of being aloof and unruly.
"However, no matter how crazy you are, you can't talk like this, right?"
Even Xuelang, who belonged to this category, had a wry smile on his handsome face.
"This poem by the Donor deserves to be known as the 'Ci Daddy', but we still have to exclude Liu Suou, Jiang Xinli and other seniors"
Zhao Shouzheng shook his head again, looked at the monk's bald head honestly and said, "You misunderstood. I mean, these are words written by my son."
Everyone¡¯s expressions suddenly changed. They no longer had a good expression, thinking that the madman was criticizing Huaihuai.
Xuelang shook his head in disbelief and said with a smile: "The donor is joking. The donor must be only 30 years old. Even if Young Master Ling started learning poetry and writing lyrics from his mother's womb, he would never have such sophisticated skills."
"If the monk doesn't believe it, there's nothing I can do about it. Anyway, that's the truth. I'm not good at composing poetry, so my son wrote one for me when I went back. Do you believe it or not?" Zhao Shouzheng spread his hands and told the truth, and stood up to leave.
He is a kind person and thinks that it is enough to regain his position. But Fan Datong was the most narrow-minded and cunning person, and he was not willing to give up. He pointed at Juren hiding in the crowd and said with a smile: "
"Brother Juren, can you do this poem?"
That Juren shook his head in embarrassment, and when the last sentence came out, he couldn't say anything anymore.
Fan Datong then laughed and said: "Then you are not even as good as my classmate's son."
He is indeed cursing
"But with the song "Die Lian Hua" holding the stage, the Juren master, who usually had his nostrils turned upward, didn't dare to refute a mere prison student. He just got into the crowd and ran away in despair.
¡°He just wants to be a handsome man who doesn¡¯t want to be named.
This poem will definitely spread throughout Jinling and even the entire Jiangnan in a short time. This person does not want to become the villain in a legend and be ridiculed by the world.
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Zhao Shouzheng and the others found their place, ate and drank well, and returned victorious.
When he walked out of the gate of Dabaoen Temple, Fan Datong held his head high and his belly high, like a victorious general.
However, Zhao Shouzheng kept sighing.
"Brother, you are so happy today, why are you still frowning?" Fan Datong asked in confusion.
"Oh, I didn't expect this poem to cause such a sensation." Zhao Shouzheng said depressedly: "If I had known this, I would have changed it to another one and left it to my son to be the limelight."
"Ah, is this word really filled in by the wise nephew?" Fan Datong's eyes widened. Although he admitted that Zhao Hao was smart, young and mature, and not bad looking. But he absolutely didn't believe that that brat of fourteen or fifteen years old could write such sophisticated lyrics as if he were from the Song Dynasty.
"Of course it is, why don't you even believe it?!" Zhao Shouzheng was a little unhappy, and said angrily: "King Luo Bin sang the goose when he was seven years old, and Wang Bo wrote the "Preface to the Pavilion of Prince Teng" at the age of fourteen. My son is one year older than Wang Bo. Why? Can¡¯t you fill in the song ¡°Die Lian Hua¡±?¡±
"Okay, okay, brother said it is true." Fan Datong hurriedly begged for mercy: "My nephew may be a genius, now it's settled, right?"
"What does it mean to be possible? He is a genius!"
Zhao Shouzheng raised his head proudly and got on the boat with Fang Wen's help.
"Hey, where did this kid come from?" Fan Datong was startled again.
The boatman held up his bamboo pole and tried to push the awning boat away from the pier, but he heard loud shouts in the distance.
"Donor, Ci Daddy, please stay"
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