Chapter 912 Divine Turn (5)
As powerful as a frightening dragon, floating like floating clouds, the "Yong Chopstick" on the rice paper was like a dragon bursting out of the paper, stirring up the awe-inspiring righteousness and aura in the room, and shocking the audience. Everyone.
As soon as the expert takes action, he will know whether it is there or not.
Those who were dissatisfied with Zhu Ping'an's parachuting as a lecturer in Prince Yu's Mansion could not help but remain silent at this time.
After writing the title, Zhu Pingan stopped the brush, turned around and dipped it skillfully in ink, and then splashed the ink on the screen rice paper again.
This guy's handwriting is so good, but he can't write poetry to perfection, right? !
Watching Zhu Ping'an wave again, Wang Yaozu's face turned even grayer, his heart was in his throat, he was worried to the extreme, and his toes were clenched nervously.
Finally
Under the scorching gaze of everyone, the brush in Zhu Pingan's hand came into contact with the rice paper again, splashing ink, and the brush moved like a dragon and a snake. The dragons jumped out of the paper and meandered between the ups and downs of Teton. It leapt into words.
In an instant, the first line of the poem appeared in the middle-aged man's eyes.
"Looking at a pair of Xiangjiang jades side by side"
Zhu Ping'an dipped his ink once, which was only enough to write this sentence.
"Looking at a pair of Xiangjiang jades side by side... This sentence reads very ordinary, like ice boiled in white water, unremarkable..." Someone below said after Zhu Pingan finished writing this first sentence I couldn't wait to recite it again, but after I finished reciting it, I couldn't help but shake my head in disappointment.
“Yes, I originally thought Master Zhu was a good calligrapher and his poems must be extraordinary, but this ‘a pair of Xiangjiang jades look at each other’ seems to be ordinary no matter how you read it.” Some people followed and agreed. After reading it again, he shook his head with the same disappointment.
“Haha, Master Zhu’s poem can be composed by an old man from the east.”
"Is this the level of the number one scholar?"
"Hey, I have been waiting for so long in vain."
"Without any conception, no literary talent, no aura, just as plain as water, Mr. Zhu has been imagining it for so long , just write such a poem? How disappointing..."
There was a lot of discussion at the banquet, and there were sounds of surprise, sighs, ridicule, and sarcasm, like a storm.
"Hahaha, look at a pair of Xiangjiang jades side by side, haha, what a good poem written by Mr. Xiao Zhu." The pale gray on Wang Yaozu's face disappeared after Zhu Pingan finished writing this poem. , the anxiety, nervousness and other negative emotions were all swept away. His face was filled with red light, and he could not suppress laughter. He said that Zhu Pingan wrote good poems, but the mocking tone made him laugh. As soon as people hear it, they know that they don't mean what they say.
I thought you would write some good poems, but I have been worrying for so long in vain. I didn’t expect you to write such a mediocre poem.
Haha
I really overestimate you, this loser.
Wang Yaozu looked at Zhu Pingan with squinted eyes, and the sarcastic curve of his mouth almost reached his ears.
"A pair of Xiangjiang jades looked at side by side..." Gao Gong was also a little surprised by Zhu Pingan's plain and loveless poem, and turned his gaze to Zhu Pingan thoughtfully.
Zhang Juzheng was also a little surprised, thinking that this was not Zhu Pingan's normal level.
Wang Yu sat high on the throne, smiling as always, with no change in mood.
"This is just the first line. Perhaps the second line of Mr. Zhu's poem will be full of spirituality and turn decay into magic." There were also people at the banquet who held different views and did not join the crowd in mocking Zhu Pingan. It is a more rational and objective evaluation.
“Well, Master Zhang is right. Let’s see how well Master Zhu writes the next sentence.”
“Also, although Master Zhu’s first sentence is unremarkable, it is As an introductory sentence, the purpose has been achieved. Looking at a pair of Xiangjiang jades, the bamboo chopsticks from Xiangjiang River are the best. Although Master Zhu’s introductory sentence is plain, it is not indispensable. Let’s take a look below.
Then several people nodded, feeling that what Mr. Zhang said made sense. This was only the first sentence. It was too early to draw a conclusion.
"Haha, okay then, let's see how Mr. Zhu's second sentence turns decay into magic." The people around him who were mocking Zhu Ping'an became even more mocking after hearing this.
"Then we'll wait and see."
"Well, having said that, we can't wait to see Mr. Zhu's second sentence that turns decay into magic."
A burst of laughter rang out, instantly suppressing those rational voices.
Zhu Ping'an, who was in the center of the focus, remained calm, as if he didn't hear the gossip around him. His indifferent and persistent brush was dipped in ink again, and he swiped it on the screen lightly.
Zhu Ping'an's calmness made Wang Yaozu nervous again.
Zhu Ping'an is so calm. Could it be that the second sentence turned decay into magic as the man named Zhang said? !
The tension arose again. Wang Yaozu leaned forward, stretched his neck, and stared straight at the tip of Zhu Pingan's pen, his eyes almost bulging out.
Zhu Ping'an calmly and persistently strokes the brush on the screen. The tip of the brush falls on the paper, like a dragon and snake swimming around, making a soft sound of sand when it rubs against the paper.
For a moment, everyone was watching, and the banquet was quiet with only a few inaudible rustles. Everyone's eyes and attention were all focused on Zhu Pingan, or to be precise, the tip of Zhu Pingan's pen.
Soon, the ink ran out, Zhu Pingan finished writing, turned around and dipped in ink again.
The second line of the poem written by Zhu Ping'an also appeared in everyone's sight: The second concubine once shed tears with stains.
Looking at a pair of Xiangjiang jades side by side,
the two concubines had tears stained them.
There is a bamboo called Mottled Bamboo in the Xiangjiang River. The bamboo is dotted with spots, like human tears. There is a touching mythical story about Bamboo. It is said that Emperor Shun had two beloved concubines named Ehuang and Nvying. Emperor Shun was very affectionate and had a very good relationship with them. After Emperor Shun passed away, the two concubines were very sad and burst into tears. The tears fell on the bamboo, staining the bamboo with stains of tears, and it became Mottled Bamboo, also known as Xiangfei Bamboo.
This poem by Zhu Pingan integrates this mythical story.
But
the effect doesn’t seem to be very good.
After this poem was written, everyone at the banquet read it, and the jeers became even louder.
"Haha, I thought that the second line of Master Zhu's poem could turn decay into magic. Looking at a pair of Xiangjiang jades side by side, the two concubines had tears stained them. Haha, it turns out that it can only be like this. It makes people even more disappointed. "
"Looking at a pair of Xiangjiang jade, the two concubines once looked at each other. Tears stained, haha, this first half of the poem is really full of sour scholarly taste."
"What the hell, this is really disappointing, let alone the mediocre poems. This artistic conception is also disappointing. It took a long time to think about it, and the words and sentences were just for the sake of it. In praising the love between Emperor E and Nvying, is this the pattern of Zhuang Yuanlang? People in front of them either use objects to describe people or support objects to express their ambitions, promote selfless dedication and integrity, or are impassioned. Looking at ancient and modern times, Zhu Your Majesty’s artistic conception is too inferior.”
"We promised to turn decay into magic, that's it, I can only laugh..."
"If these two sentences were written by a sour scholar, there would be nothing to say, but they came from the number one scholar Lang Zhishou is a bit unreasonable.”
People at the banquet who originally disliked Zhu Pingan did not hide their ridicule, and their comments were also very merciless.
Haha
The person named Zhu has only one skill.
Wang Yaozu was completely relaxed, with a mocking smile on his face.
Those who had remained objective and rational just now could not help but fall silent after reading the second line of Zhu Pingan's poem. After a while, they sighed and shook their heads in disappointment.
After reading the second line of Zhu Pingan's poem, Gao Gong also fell silent. He looked away from Zhu Pingan and shook his head slightly.
Sitting in the main seat, Prince Yu, the smile that had been on his face all day disappeared, his right hand unconsciously tapped the table, as if he was thinking about something. (End of this chapter)