Because of Jia Lian's previous song "Die Lian Hua", even the third prince and King Beijing gathered around to watch Jia Lian's new work.
Therefore, at this time, Jia Lian's location, including the desk in front of him that was splashed with ink, became the absolute center of the entire scene.
Others whose status was not high enough or who were not close enough to Jia Lian did not dare to push forward because Princess Zhaoyang was right next to Jia Lian.
But they could all hear Jia Lian's steady chanting.
In fact, there is no need for them to understand it carefully. Just by looking at the expressions of Princess Zhaoyang and others, they can know the gold content of Jia Lian's new work!
this……
Opening their mouths and being dumbfounded were almost everyone's reactions.
Anyone who has read books and has some appreciation of poetry will be silent at this moment.
If we talk about the previous poem, except for the last sentence which is shocking, there are also some previous words and sentences that they judged with prejudice as being too "sad for spring and autumn" and forcibly said to be "sad", but the following one
, it can be said that...
Literary talent and noble sentiments are not enough to describe it!
One step of the mountains, one step of the water... one change of wind, one change of snow...
The broken hometown dream cannot come true!
The words and sentences are so simple, but every word of it comes into your heart when you read it!
There is no such sound in my hometown!
It turns out that when you are alone in a foreign land, even the wind and snow, which literati regard as a standard, have become a noisy sound.
What kind of state of mind? What kind of feelings?
If it was the previous Die Lianhua, they could suspect that it was not written by a young man like Jia Lian, so what about this elegant Acacia Ling?
Watching Jia Lian put away his pen, he remained silent. Although he did not act arrogantly or sarcastically at the people who had mocked him before, this silence was like a hard slap on the face of those people.
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People who had not questioned Jia Lian before looked at Zhou Xing and others...
The colorful faces are truly wonderful.
They were very curious and wanted to know, faced with such a situation, would Zhou Xing and others still say that Jia Lian was a martial artist and a person who deceived the world and stole his reputation?
Well, if it weren't for the prince, the third prince and others, they might still be stubborn, but in front of these two people, I'm afraid they wouldn't dare. Seeing the silence around him, Jia Lian looked up.
He couldn't distinguish all the various states of living beings at a glance, but the refreshing feeling was self-explanatory.
It’s no wonder that so many seniors who have traveled through time like to copy texts. This thing is really fun. Let a group of people who like you, hate you, or have a higher status than you collectively be stunned. This feeling is better than the joy of a boudoir.
Especially, the worship of beauty...
Jia Lian glanced at Princess Zhaoyang, who was standing quietly next to her. Although he didn't... admire her, it was... quite satisfying to see such a proud girl showing such infatuation towards him.
He ignored everyone, turned around, looked at the Zhou brothers, and asked calmly: "I wonder who this poem, the great scholar Zhou, thinks I copied?"
Jia Lian's voice made many people calm down.
When they questioned Jia Lian before, everyone felt that Jia Lian was very shameless in deceiving the world and stealing his reputation.
After being quietly slapped in the face, I looked at Jia Lian's same expression again, but there was an air of indifference and cold arrogance that disdained to argue with mediocre people.
"this……"
Zhou Xing was naturally dissatisfied, but after taking a look at Princess Zhaoyang who came to Jia Lian's side and couldn't help but touch the manuscript with her hands, he was stunned and did not dare to say another word "bad".
"Are you still not convinced?"
Facing the villain Jia Lian's success, Zhou Xing snorted coldly and lowered his head.
He has determined that today he has become a stepping stone for others, and it is certain that he will be slapped in the face.
But in front of the prince and princess, he didn't dare to curse and act like a rogue, otherwise he would be beaten out and his future might be ruined.
"If you still don't accept it, you can..."
Everyone is waiting for Jia Lian to continue to suppress and ridicule the Zhou brothers. There is nothing wrong with this.
But Jia Lian suddenly picked up the pen again, moved to the right, put Princess Zhaoyang aside, lightly crushed the rice paper, and read:
"Bamboo stone."
"Stand firmly on the green mountains and never let go. The roots are still in the broken rocks. They are still strong despite being struck hard by the winds from east to west, north and south."
Jia Lian read slowly but kept writing. Before anyone could react, it became a quatrain!
Facing everyone's stunned looks, Jia Lian didn't even raise his head. Instead, he waved to the standing waiter beside him.
The waiter came over inexplicably, but Jia Lian only took out a brand new piece of rice paper from the tray in his hand...
Again??!
"Heavy snow weighs on the green pines,
The green pines are tall and straight.
To know that the pine is noble and pure,
Wait until the snow melts.”
Nature will come again.
For Jia Lian, who has memorized "Three Hundred Children's Poems" since childhood, it is not too simple to throw out a bunch of masterpieces that do not exist in this world.
Since the palm has been thrown to someone else's face, a slap is just a slap, so why not give it a good slap?
"This is a daily graffiti, just for fun."
Jia Lian glanced around casually, and then continued: "I don't read much, and I'm not good at writing poems or lyrics.
But today I met two talented men from the Zhou family, and I learned a few words by chance.
I’ll write it down so you can take a look.”
Without giving others a chance to speak, Zigu wrote:
"One eye must rely on its own opinions, and all the art gardens are full of oriole.
I've never seen dwarves go to the theater and they just follow what others say."
I've never seen dwarves go to the theater, they just follow other people's opinions...
What a sharp ridicule, what a ruthless satire.
Thinking about the Zhou brothers and those who questioned Jia Lian before, their behavior was not like dwarves watching a play - they could only see half of it.
Everyone couldn't help but cast pitiful glances at the Zhou brothers.
Seeing Zhou Xing's face as pale as pig liver, the others shook their heads.
From now on, the two young masters of the Zhou family may not be able to take off the title of "dwarf".
I'm afraid that when they see the word "short" in a book, their eyes will turn away. When walking on the street and hear someone call "short", they can't help but look back...
If this quatrain becomes popular in the future, I am afraid that the Zhou brothers will be "famous throughout the ages" in this way.
Sure enough, literati cannot be offended, especially talented people who speak well!
Because maybe a random poem from the other party can make you restless for the rest of your life...
In addition to pitiful Zhou brothers, all the high-ranking nobles, princes and grandsons, people who usually think of themselves as ordinary people, all feel numb.
What did they just see?
Jia Lian wrote three, four, or five poems in one breath? Moreover, none of them sounded like a masterpiece.
this……
It feels so unreal!
Many times they wanted to express emotion, but when they thought about the grace contained in the few poems Jia Lian wrote casually, they felt that it was wrong to even take one more breath at this time.
With such good poems, he should have become famous long ago. How come Jia Lian still has the reputation of being a martial artist because he cannot study well?
Is this a fucking human being?
So awesome!
This is what people who can read poetry think.
As for the truly illiterate...
"Hey, hey, what's your expression? Is it okay for him to write all this?"
The fourth prince felt that his mind was going crazy, and he didn't like this atmosphere very much. He walked forward, grabbed a few poems written by Jia Lian, raised them above his head and looked at them again and again, and felt that there was nothing strange about them.
He knows all the words!
Suddenly he felt a slap on his head. He raised his head blankly and saw that it was indeed a greeting from his sister.
"Ignorant guy, don't be embarrassed here."
Princess Zhaoyang snatched the manuscript from his hand and put it back on the desk like a treasure. Then she seemed to take a deep breath to calm down, turned around and bent down to face Jia Lian, clasping her fists.
"The general's demeanor makes people admire him. Zhaoyang apologizes for his previous rudeness to the general."
Although Princess Zhaoyang is not said to be highly talented, she has been surrounded by the imperial grandmother since she was a child, and she is also literate.
She knew deeply that Jia Lian, who could write poems of such a standard, was far from being comparable to worldly talents.
Yawenba
This was also the first time she felt that there was someone in today's world who could surpass her imperial grandmother in terms of literary attainments.
In the past, she felt that even the works of the great scholars who went to study and the Hanlin Academy were at most comparable to those of the imperial grandmother, but in different styles.
But today, she knows that any one of Jia Lian's songs can be compared with her imperial grandmother's. Even Die Nian Hua and Xiangsi Ling are already better than her imperial grandmother's!