Mr. Zhao's face was extremely ugly. His brows were furrowed into knots and he sat silently. Mr. Liu said in a sinister tone: "Don't talk nonsense. Your masterpiece is so unbearable. It seems that Mr. Xia is not good at all."
You just know how to pretend and show off your words."
Xia Silin was most afraid of people saying she didn't understand that she was just expressing her opinion when she was obviously nondescript. Why did these people look ugly as if she had offended them? Even Su Jin looked at her strangely.
Mr. Liu's words didn't sound good either. Xia Silin's rebellious spirit started to rise and he opened his mouth to protest. Su Jin quickly reached out and put his hand on her waist and pinched her hard. Xia Silin felt pain and looked at Su Jin angrily: "Why are you pinching me?"
Isn't that right? The writing is very poor."
Mr. Zhao could no longer hold on to his dignity. He suddenly slapped the table with a "snap" sound, causing the table and dishes to jingle. The soup dripped and splashed. Everyone was unable to dodge, and a lot of it was splashed on their faces.
Everyone in the audience was stunned at the scene. Xia Silin looked at Su Jin in surprise. Su Jin smiled bitterly and said in her ear: "You are so stupid, can't you see that this painting was written by Mr. Zhao? You actually said it to her face.
How can you not be angry when you accuse someone so harshly? You are really a stick."
Xia Silin opened his little face and splashed some soup, forgetting to wipe his face, and turned red. No wonder Su Jin pinched himself. It turned out that he was pointing at his nose and cursing, but he couldn't stop him. Mr. Zhao was obviously annoyed; just now he himself
He also said that Su Jin liked to cause trouble and in the blink of an eye, he himself was also in trouble.
Mr. Zhao's face was livid and he stood motionless. Suddenly his face slowly returned to calmness and he opened his mouth and laughed loudly: "The wonderful picture you are talking about is exactly what I wrote. I also feel that something is missing. Today Mr. Xia pointed it out."
It’s a great honor to be revealed.”
After saying that, he picked up the crooked wine glass. Liu Gongzi quickly raised the pot and filled it. Zhao Gongzi raised the wine glass towards Xia Silin, brought it to his mouth, and drank it clean with a slurp.
Xia Silin gingerly picked up the tea cup and took a sip, peeking at Mr. Zhao's face; Su Jin was also looking at Mr. Zhao's face. This man had a violent attack but soon calmed down. He couldn't stand a few words before.
He is angry and irritated with words, obviously he is not broad-minded, but he smiles instantly and appears to be extremely restrained. I don’t know what kind of identity he has to have such a contradictory performance.
"It's pitiful that Mr. Qi still begged me for my blessing but didn't send out his masterpiece, otherwise it would have made me laugh. I have to thank Mr. Xia for saving me from making a fool of myself. I just apologized for being a bit too rude and disrespectful. Don't be surprised." Mr. Zhao has completely returned to normal.
The smile on his face and his tone were extremely sincere.
Su Jin was the first to say: "Brother Zhao, you are so generous. If I were here just now, I am afraid that the table would have been overturned. Are you still in the mood to laugh? What are you saying to apologize? It's just a small incident. This good brother of mine can't say anything."
She is the one who should apologize for being inappropriate."
Xia Silin walked down the slope and hurriedly saluted the donkey and said: "I didn't know that I just made a big talk and ruined everyone's interest. I'm going to apologize."
Mr. Zhao said: "It doesn't matter, it's good medicine, bitter words and loyal words are hard to hear. Mr. Xia's comments woke me up from my dream. From now on, I still need to practice calligraphy diligently and ponder it carefully."
After some mutual flattery and self-effacement, the atmosphere in the back seat began to relax. Although everyone felt embarrassed, at least they were brothers and sisters and were in a harmonious mood.
"Actually, the real purpose of coming here is to show you the long and short sentences of this poem. As for the calligraphy, it's just a throwaway. Although the writing is terrible, it will never affect the beauty of this poem. Mr. Qin didn't hide it.
All the banners were opened to open your eyes."
Mr. Qin responded: "Dare you disobey me?" Then he slowly unfolded the banner downwards along the hanging axis and a complete short poem jumped into the eyes of everyone.
"Xianyun confuses Fei Xing Chuan and hates Yin Han for being so far away in darkness..."
Of course everyone in the audience, except Xia Silin and Su Jin, had read this little poem, but their reactions were quite different.
After the initial daze, Su Jin behaved very normally, but Xia Silin's eyes shone brightly and his lips moved softly as he chanted: "Tender love is like water... A good time is like a dream... How can we stay in court if our love lasts for a long time?"
Morning and evening."
The large private room was silent for a few breaths, and then Mr. Zhao laughed and said, "How do you two write these words? Is it comparable to Liu Mengde's "Lang Tao Sha"?"
Xia Silin took a breath and asked aloud: "May I ask who wrote this poem, Xiongtai? Is it a new poem by Mr. San Bian? Or is it a new poem by Master Yan Shu?"
Mr. Zhao smiled and said: "No, no, no, why don't you guess again?"
Xia Silin wrinkled his cute little eyebrows and said, "Song Zijing?"
Mr. Zhao smiled and shook his head.
"Uncle Ou Yong?"
"No."
Xia Silin even guessed seven or eight names but was rejected by Mr. Zhao. Xia Silin suddenly asked in surprise: "Is this my brother's masterpiece?"
Mr. Zhao laughed loudly and said, "I also want to be able to write such good words, but although I also like to compose lyrics and poems, my talent is limited. I really don't have the ability to write such words as Mr. Xia's love."
Xia Silin blushed and said, "Then I can't guess."
Mr. Zhao seemed to have gained some kind of treasure, and he was secretly delighted. Finally, the rude Mr. Xia was stumped. He was so arrogant about this poem that you had never read it, but he felt extremely satisfied in his heart.
Mr. Tang twisted his beard and said with a smile: "Guan Zhao, please don't show off. I saw that one of the two young masters was dumbfounded and the other was stunned. I am afraid that my heart is scratching like a cat and being eaten by ants."
Mr. Zhao laughed and said: "It's not that the person who wrote this poem is unknown. I don't even know his name. I only know that he is a merchant in Luzhou Prefecture. Even a small businessman can write such good words and make us talk nonsense, write lyrics and compose poems."
How should such people live? Haha."
Everyone laughed and Mr. Liu joked: "Hey, the lyrics are good, but when the merchants came to write the lyrics, didn't they ask me to do business for those who are waiting for the book? It's a strange thing for people who don't do their job properly."
Mr. Tang, Mr. Qin and others laughed loudly. Obviously these people took the merchant's lyrics as a joke, even though they also thought this poem was very good. It would be natural if such a good poem came from a famous artist, but it came from a famous person.
Businessmen who don't know it always feel psychologically unbalanced, so they have to make fun of them no matter what.
Su Jin had no time to pay attention to the tone of everyone. He was thinking about who these people in front of him were. How could they get the song "Magpie Bridge Immortal" that he stole from the "Luohua" Poetry Club. If it is said that this poem has affected Yingtian Prefecture, Su Jin
It's absolutely unbelievable that they don't even know the name of the person who wrote the lyrics. It's obvious that this poem has not been widely circulated. Otherwise, let alone the name and family background, I'm afraid the eight generations of ancestors will be searched out by human flesh.
"May I ask Xiongtai where this poem came from?" Su Jin asked.
Mr. Zhao asked something unexpected: "Mr. Su doesn't seem too surprised. Isn't this poem good?"
"Of course the lyrics are good, but I'm just curious as to how your Excellency, who is thousands of miles away, got the lyrics written by a merchant from Luzhou Prefecture. Is Mr. Zhao from Luzhou Prefecture?"
Mr. Qin interjected: "How can my master come from a small place like Luzhou? Yingtian Mansion, a land like Longqian, is worthy of a person like my master."
Mr. Zhao turned around and glared at him, as if blaming him for talking too much, and then smiled and said: "It's strange that Mr. Su likes to inquire about these side stories without talking or talking; it's okay to tell you. I have a good friend who founded a business in Luzhou Prefecture.
He founded a poetry club called "Falling Flowers" and gathered Luzhou talented people to recite poems and compose a poem. This poem was exactly what a businessman did at the June meeting of his poetry club. This nerd was surprised that so many scholars did not absorb the poem.
I went eccentric and found a businessman to join the poetry club and actually got a good poem. I don’t know if it’s because he has good vision or just luck.”
Su Jin's eyes twitched and he raised his eyebrows and asked, "Is that friend of yours named Li Chongzhaoting?"
Mr. Zhao was surprised and said, "How do you know?"
Su Jin smiled and said: "Not only do I know his name is Li Chong, but I also know that he is about to take office as the magistrate of Tianchang County. I also know that he is dark-skinned but likes to wear white robes. I also know that he is with Yingtianfu's "Shuangyan" Club and Bianliang's "Qiuyun"
》The new poems of our company are exchanged with each other to win the ranking; if I guess correctly, you are a member of the Bianliang "Shuangyan" Poetry Club."
Mr. Zhao's mouth was wide open in astonishment. The expressions of everyone in the audience also became extremely surprised. It's really strange that this young man actually understands the situation so well. Is the fight between the three societies already known to the whole world? Impossible!
It's a secret rivalry, and no one is loudly publicizing it. Wu No. 1, etc. Striving for the ranking of the poetry club is originally a symbolic matter. It is impossible for the three presidents to publicize it like this.
Mr. Zhao suddenly felt that the young man opposite had some ulterior motives. Could it be that he secretly wanted to find out these things? Is it his deliberate arrangement to see what happened today? Chinese people like to judge others by themselves, and they always use yin to plot something that is incomprehensible.
A person with Mr. Zhao's status was naturally wary of this, so Mr. Zhao's tone became harsh and serious.
"How do you know this in detail? Who are you?"
Su Jin looked at Mr. Zhao's guarded expression and couldn't help but laugh and said softly: "I am the author of the song "Magpie Bridge Immortal", Su Jin, a merchant from Luzhou."