Chapter 244 Huang Hu Ge
His Majesty Li Er watched Fang Jun's show helplessly. This matter was not worthy of scolding him, so he could only pretend that he didn't see it and said casually: "They say you are good at writing, so I just said that." It’s okay. But do you have any new works recently? Please write one down for me and Ouyang Shui to taste it.”
His Majesty Li Er still likes Fang Jun's poems very much, especially the style that starts with a straightforward narrative, as plain as water, then rises to a steep peak, and ends with a profound artistic conception.
Ouyang Xun calmed down. After living for such a long time, what has he not seen before? Even though I suffered a bit of a loss, it's not a big deal. I just need to find an opportunity to make up for it. I can't be upset in front of His Majesty and lose my grace in vain.
Then he agreed: "Yes, I live at home and have heard of Erlang's lyrics, especially the song "The Charcoal Seller". It seems plain, but in fact, every word is exquisite and penetrating. It is really a rare masterpiece, and it is enough. Pass it on to future generations!”
Fang Jun's mouth twitched, this old guy is really quick to retaliate...
As expected, when he heard "The Charcoal Seller", His Majesty Li Er's face darkened and he glared at Fang Jun fiercely. This poem had caused great harm to his own Qingque!
Fang Jun shrank his neck and pretended to be timid...
His Majesty Li Er had no intention of letting him go, and said with a cold face: "Why, are you using all your talents in front of me, and your thoughts are flowing in front of the singer of Zuixian Tower?"
Fang Jun is sweating, you are really a big hater...
After thinking about it in my mind, I came up with an idea and said, "There are really no new works. I have been busy with spring plowing recently. Where can I find the time to write lyrics and write poems? However, when I was reading a book a few days ago, I came across an ancient poem. I was quite emotional, so I borrowed flowers to offer to the Buddha. How about entertaining Your Majesty?”
"Then write it and have a look." His Majesty Li Er stood up from the bench and handed the writing case to Fang Jun.
Then a maid came over, her wrists were as bright as snow, and her bare hands were grinding ink...
Fang Jun picked up the brush and dipped it in ink. The soft tip of his brush traveled on the white rice paper, but it seemed to move freely and twists and turns.
Of course, Ouyang Xun knew what the goods were. He was twirling his beard and looking at it, wanting to find something wrong, but he said "Eh" and found that there was nothing to choose from...
This is not to say that Fang Jun's level has really reached the realm of the clan and is already natural. It's just that this Zhao style calligraphy is something Ouyang Xun has never seen before. How do you ask him to choose?
You've never seen a Mercedes-Benz or a BMW, how do you know which one is better?
Zhao Mengfu and Ouyang Xun are both one of the four masters of regular script. Fang Jun's calligraphy is steady in writing, clear in structure, round in appearance and connotated in muscles and bones. His stipples are colorful and powerful, the structure is broad and beautiful, and there is danger in the calmness. There is a very close echo between the dot paintings, which not only retains the rules of Tang Kai script, but does not stick to Tang Kai script. There are often some vivid and handsome cursive writing techniques and structures in regular script, and the stroke shapes are vivid and natural.
It can be said that it is inherited from Tang Kaihua, but it is also transcendent from Tang Kaihua. It is gentle, elegant, light and flowing; the brushwork is exquisite and beautiful, full of bookishness and wealth.
His Majesty Li Er stood with his hands behind his hands and nodded slightly.
It is indeed rare to be able to start a family and establish a sect at such a young age.
When I got interested, I casually recited the poems written by Fang Jun.
"My family married me as far away as heaven, and asked King Wusun of a foreign country to marry me.
The dome is the house, the walls are the walls, the meat is the food, and the cheese is the pulp.
Living in this land, I miss you and my heart hurts. I wish to return to my hometown as a yellow swan..."
The strong sadness and longing came out on the paper, causing His Majesty Li Er to frown and ask: "What kind of poem is this?"
Ouyang Xun also frowned and thought hard. But it was obvious that although this old guy was spineless, he was really knowledgeable. After a while, he showed his face and said: "This poem is called "The Song of Yellow Birds", and it was written by Princess Xijun of the Western Han Dynasty."
""The Song of the Yellow Bird"? Princess Xijun?"
His Majesty Li Er was a little confused. This was the first time he heard of this princess's title and he had no impression at all. He couldn't help but look sideways at Fang Jun, feeling a little unhappy. We will admit that you are not as knowledgeable as Ouyang Xun, but you are an ignorant boy, how come you know more than me?
Ouyang Xun explained: "In the reign of Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty, Xijun, the princess of Jiangdu, was made the princess and married to Wusun Kunmi. When she came to the country, she became independent in the palace. They met again when they were old, but they couldn't understand each other. The princess was sad and composed this "Yellow Bird Song" by herself. Whenever I miss my hometown, I sing songs to relieve the pain of homesickness..."
Princess Xijun married Wusun, far away from home. When she got married, she shed tears.
What's even more unfortunate is that Liejiaomi is old and will soon become critically ill. According to the custom of Wusun's father after the death of his son, his wife, and his stepmother, Liejiaomi ordered Xijun to remarry his grandson Junxumi before he died. Xijun refused, and wrote to Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty, who ordered him to follow the secular customs, so Xijun had to marry Junxumi. Later, she gave birth to a daughter. Due to postpartum disorders and a bad mood, she died of sadness soon after.
Xijun was only twenty-five years old when he died, leaving only the "Yellow Bird Song" for future generations to mourn. This poem is also known as the first frontier fortress poem in history, and was included in the "Book of Han" by Ban Gu, and later included in Chinese poetry, called "Jue Tiao".
The whole poem is filled with Xijun's complex mood of inner pain, missing his hometown but being unable to change the current situation. This poem spread from Wusun to Chang'an, and Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty was moved by it. "The Book of Han" records: "The emperor heard about it and took pity on him, and sent an envoy with curtains and brocade to give to Yan."
His Majesty Li Er's expression changed, he was thoughtful, and he twisted his beard and said nothing.
Even the grinding little palace maid was obviously infected by the deep longing, despair, and sadness in this poem. She lowered her head lightly and her beautiful eyes were reddish.
Ouyang Xun said: "When you are in an emperor's family, you should have the responsibility to sacrifice yourself for the country. It is a supreme honor for a daughter to shoulder the burden of marriage. Otherwise, there will be wars and disasters, and many men will be killed on the battlefield. , and indirectly destroyed many families and made many babies orphans.”
His Majesty Li Er nodded silently.
"Hate!" Fang Jun sneered, with a look of disdain on his face.
Ouyang Xun said in astonishment: "What do the ministers think?"
Fang Jun said with a smile: "If these warriors on the battlefield can learn from Ouyang's ancestors, they may not die a lot. No matter the Huns or Turks, they will always take prisoners, right?"
Ouyang Xun was stunned for a moment, but then he realized that he was talking about the life of a lowly person again!
The old guy almost lost his temper and said angrily: "Master Fang, don't go too far. Why have I ever provoked you? How many times have I ridiculed you?"
His Majesty Li Er also had a displeased look on his face. He didn’t hit someone in the face, so why did you, a bastard, hit him in the face? No one can resist this!
But he didn't interrupt to see what Fang Jun was going to do, because... Fang Jun was right!
Fang Jun put away his smile, looked at Ouyang Xun's ugly face, and said calmly: "Ugliness is something you are born with. If you are ugly, you should be at peace with it. No matter whether you are ugly to the point of being disgraced or amazingly crafted, you cannot be without backbone and self-confidence. Ugly You have to be ugly enough to be handsome, ugly enough to be talented, ugly enough to be different, and ugly enough to make people admire. Well, in the final analysis, you are still ugly..."
After a pause, he saw that Ouyang Xun, His Majesty Li Er, and the ink-study maid standing aside all had dull expressions on their faces. They seemed to be impressed by his literary talent, so he added: "Ugly." It’s not your fault, but it’s your fault to be so shameless despite being ugly...”
Ouyang Xun felt a rush of blood rushing to the top of his head, and almost fainted. His face was red and he said angrily: "Shuzi! How dare you insult me?"
Fang Jun said seriously: "Because you are shameless!"
"How can you be so shameless?" Ouyang Xun was going crazy. Is this man a mad dog? He would bite whoever he caught. It’s simply baffling!
Fang Jun said sternly: "As you said, men are afraid of death, so they push women away to marry in the desert of the north, use women to seek peace and health for the country, and use women to exchange for your comfort and enjoyment. Isn't this shameless? Moreover, if things go on like this, men will put their heads in their crotches, and whenever barbarians come near, they will throw a princess out to ward off the disaster. To eliminate the trouble, what is the bloody nature of the men of the Tang Dynasty? As soldiers, they should protect the women and children behind them, and they should win the battle decisively. Even if the blood is stained with yellow sand, they can also build the iron bones of the Han Dynasty. Vigor! If this bone collapses, even if you live to your seventies or eighties, you will only be a meter old. What good will it do to the country?"
Ouyang Xun was so angry that he almost spit out a mouthful of blood. Every word was like a knife digging into his heart. It hurt...(End of Chapter)