Chapter 75 The charm of that night (8)

Han Mu had no choice but to go back to the pavilion, the talents in the pavilion had already published poems of bamboo, and the talents were slightly shy and full of expectations to present their masterpieces. Zhang Tongyun slowly looked through these hard-working works, with a slightly frown, and he did not comment.

Xie Daoyun picked up a few poems and savored them carefully. After reading them for less than two, she finally couldn't help but chuckled. Han Mu hurriedly stretched out his head and saw one of the poems:

The two ends sealed the empty middle, and the branches on both sides grew opposite each other; green fanned. Han Mu looked closely and found that he was as extraordinary as a poem, but he saw that Mr. Fan had a white face, thin eyebrows and phoenix eyes, and an arrogant expression.

While Han Mu was savoring, Mr. Fan hummed a few words from his nose and said, "I am Fan Yijun, and I know you will choose my poem. Although I am not talented, I still have this confidence."

Han Mu took a step forward and clasped his fists and said, "Brother Fan is so talented that he can write his poems so simple and sincerely. I am afraid that there are few people in ancient and modern times. The master's masterpiece can afford to return to the essence of the four words ""

Mr. Fan was very thin and tall, and he was quite helpful. After a few quick strokes, he slowly hummed with his nose: "In fact, it is not difficult to write poems. Observation is first, and the use of lyrics is second. The third is the right rhyme. Please read, can my poem "Ode to Bamboo" afford these three?"

Everyone heard the two discuss the poem so meticulously and profoundly, and rushed over and grabbed the manuscript to see it.

After a moment, the crowd became restless and one person cursed: "Bah! What kind of shit do you do? Get out of your grandma, it's dirty our eyes."

Mr. Fan was extremely aggrieved and whispered loudly: "It is a mediocre person not to be jealous of others. I would have known that you would have such a reaction. I am leaving and not to be with you."

After saying that, he lit up to Han Muchang and sighed: "It is hard to find a soulmate. I am the son of Fan Shiren, the Minister of the Ministry of Revenue. I will be free one another day and will come to visit Mr. Han. Let me talk about poetry and essays for three days and three nights. I will benefit you a lot."

Han Mu held back his smile and bowed, "It's easy to say, I'm waiting for the big carriage."

Mr. Fan was dressed in a tidy manner and strided away in the brilliant lights of the colorful lights.

Han Mu watched the master escape among the flowers and shadows, turned his head and found that everyone was looking at him like an idiot, and hurriedly said, "What's wrong? Let's continue reading poetry, what do I do?"

Xie Daoyun gritted his teeth and said, "If you don't help Tongyun girl write poems today, I...I will not forgive you."

Zhang Tongyun gritted his teeth and said, "That's right, not only Sister Yun doesn't forgive you, but I don't forgive you. I'll just not write poetry myself, but also make trouble and take out a poem to humiliate me. Is my painting so unbearable?"

Han Mu scratched his ears and said to himself: The talented woman doesn't understand humor, so she's broken into a basket. Xie Daoyun ordered, and the maid pressed Han Mu on a stone bench without saying a word, spread snow-white white paper in front of her, and grinded incense and ink to serve.

Han Mu shot himself in the foot. If he had known this, why would he have shown off his strength and talked about the integration of poetry and paintings, and the lyrics and music. Looking up at everyone on the pavilion, the talented men showed expectation in their faces. Han Mu knew in his heart that what they were looking forward to was not their wonderful masterpieces, but the wonderful moments of their ugly appearance.

Han Mu is a person who plays on the spot. The more urgent the moment, the more the things accumulated in his mind will burst out. At this time, it was the time to play. So he thought deeply and finally found a poem in his mind. So he picked up the pen and brushed it on the white paper and then turned it over.

Everyone was shocked. Unexpectedly, General Han wrote it as soon as he said he could write it and it was done overnight. It was really surprised to teach them. But then he thought that when he was savoring poetry just now, everyone immediately recovered their expectations. It would be a damn way to write good poems at this level.

Xie Daoyun gently pinched the ink-twisted manuscript and chanted gently:

It is suitable for smoke, rain and wind, and the shading is slightly slight and thick summer shade; the spotted bamboos are covered with hundreds of poles and thousands of lines of tears, and every branch and leaf is always related to the feelings.

There was silence on the pavilion. Only when Xie An and others laughed in the distance could they believe that this was not a dream.

Zhang Tongyun's eyes were colorful, and he looked at Han Mu deeply. Han Mu held the sheep's hair in his hand and looked thoughtful in a hanging wrist.

Most of the people are experts in poetry and prose who know things. They savored the afterglow of the poem and couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

After a moment, someone in the crowd sighed: "What a quatrain 'A branch and a leaf are always related to love', and our poems are only worthy of making tea."

Xie Daoyuan and Zhang Tongyun's beautiful eyes were deeply immersed on Han Mu, and they could not understand why this guy who was like a martial artist most of the time and could only kill and rudely, could write such heart-wrenching verses?

Xie Daoyun picked up the sheep's hair, dipped it in new ink, and jumped in small regular script in small regular script to write the poem into the painting. The signature was written on the fifth day of the fifth month of the fifth year of Taihe, Hualinyuan's Dragon Boat Festival State Banquet, Chen County Zhang Tongyun wrote a picture of ink bamboo, Wu Xing, Han Gongzi, wrote the poem of bamboo, and the young woman Xie Daoyun recorded it on her behalf. Zhang Tongyun took a brocade box from the maid, took out a seal and covered it gently.

The big thing was done, Xie Daoyun ordered the maid to take the painting to the place where Xie An, Wang Tanzhi and others gathered to talk to the tea drinking place to read. The maid carefully rolled up the painting style and left the pavilion.

Everyone in the pavilion recovered and rushed to chat with Han Mu. Many young ladies from noble families sent Han Mu a surprise. Han Mu was so embarrassed that he was very free and comfortable.

Seeing his proud look, Xie Daoyun was so angry that she was so angry that she turned her eyes and leaned into his ear: "Are you very comfortable? Do you know you're in trouble?"

Han Mu asked in surprise: "What's wrong? What's the trouble."

"Do you know who Zhang Tongyun is? You dare to write poems to other people's paintings casually, and you're done." Xie Daoyun was ridiculous and gloating.

"Could..." Han Mu looked at Zhang Tongyun's pretty back, who was leaning against the railing in confusion, blinking and whispering: "Is she the emperor's concubine?"

"You...you should be squeezing your mouth." Xie Daoyun couldn't smile bitterly. "How come a young lady who is so innocent when she gets into your mouth."

Han Muxin said: Is it so unbearable to be a concubine? He didn't dare to argue and whispered: "Then what you said is so serious. Who am I afraid of except the emperor?"

Xie Daoyun saw him stammering his neck, looking like a 25-year-old hob meat, and said angrily: "I kindly remind you, but you are talking nonsense. I won't tell you, I don't know how to die if you die."

Han Mu whispered with a bitter face: "If I die, you are not going to be sad, tell me quickly, good sister." He said and acted extremely rogue.

Xie Daoyun was startled and hurriedly looked around to see if anyone was eavesdropping on their conversation. Seeing that everyone was still discussing the poem just now, no one noticed this, he let out a sigh and said coquettishly: "You just like talking nonsense, you can't compare to your home here. Do you want to teach me how to be a human being?"

Seeing her anxious and angry look, Han Mu said happily: "I know my mistake, please thank the talented girl for her advice and save my life."

Xie Daoyuan said with a cunning look: "He is the real sister of Commander Zhang Xuanzhang, now he knows it's amazing."

Han Mu opened his mouth wide and did not close it for a long time. He thought to himself: I have poked the hornet's nest.
Chapter completed!