His Majesty Li Er watched Fang Jun's show helplessly. This was not worthy of scolding him, so he could only pretend that he didn't see it and said casually: "Everyone said that your handwriting is good, but I only responded in this way."
It’s just a matter of course. But are there any new works recently? Write one down so that Ouyang and I can taste it more."
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 strange peak, and ends with a profound artistic conception.
Ouyang Xun calmed down. After living so long, what has he not seen before? Even though he suffered a little loss, it was not a big deal. He just looked for opportunities to make amends. He could not lose his temper in front of His Majesty and lose his 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 like a pen, and it is really a rare masterpiece. It is enough.
Pass it on to future generations!"
Fang Jun's mouth twitched, this old guy is really quick to take revenge...
Sure enough, when he heard "The Charcoal Seller", His Majesty Li Er's face turned dark and he glared at Fang Jun fiercely. This poem has 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 can really put a big hat on...
After thinking about it for a while, he 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 providing your majesty with entertainment?"
"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 she was grinding ink with her bare hands...
Fang Jun picked up the brush and dipped it in ink. The soft tip of his brush moved 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 wiggling his beard and looking at it, wanting to find something wrong, but he said "Eh" and found that there was nothing to pick...
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, and their structures are broad and beautiful. They are plain and dangerous, and between stipples.
The echo is very close. It not only retains the rules of Tang Kai script, but is not rigidly bound 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 folded 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 is marrying me to a place far away in the sky, but I am entrusted to King Wusun in a foreign country.
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 poem was full of sadness and longing, which made His Majesty Li Er 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 the Yellow Bird".
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 had heard of this princess's title, and he had no impression at all. He couldn't help but glance at Fang Jun sideways, feeling a little unhappy in his heart. If he is not as knowledgeable as Ouyang Xun, we would accept it, but you are not a learner.
How come you, a talented boy, know more than me?
Ouyang Xun explained: "In the Han Dynasty, during the reign of Emperor Wu of the Yuan Dynasty, Xijun, the princess of Jiangdu, was made the princess and married to Wusun Kunmi. When she came to the country, she became a self-governing palace. They met again and again when they were old, but they couldn't understand each other. The princess was sad and composed this "Yellow Bird Song".
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 soon becomes critically ill. According to the custom of Wusun's father after the death of his son, his wife and his stepmother, before Liejiaomi died, he ordered Xijun to remarry his grandson Junxumi, but Xijun refused and wrote to Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty,
Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty ordered him to become a secular man, so Xijun had to marry Jun Xumi. Later, he gave birth to a daughter, but 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, it is called "Jue Tiao".
The whole poem is filled with Xijun's inner pain, the complex mood of 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. "Hanshu" records: "The emperor heard it and took pity on it.
Send an envoy to bring the curtains and brocade to Yi 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 bear 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.
Ouyang Xun said in astonishment: "What do you think, Mr. Fang?"
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 whether it is the Huns or the 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. How have I ever provoked you? How many times have I ridiculed you?"
His Majesty Li Er also had a displeased look on his face. If you hit someone or not in the face, why would you, a bastard, hit someone in the face? No one can stand up to 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 or uncanny, 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 talents, so he added: "Ugly."
It's not your fault, but it's your fault that you are so shameless even though you are 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: "Sister! 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? Whoever he catches bites whom? 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 throw a princess out to ward off disaster whenever barbarians invade. What is the bloody nature of men in the Tang Dynasty? As soldiers, they should protect the women and children behind them.
I will win the decisive battle and wrap my body in horse leather! Even if the blood stains the yellow sand, it can also build up the iron bones of our Tang Dynasty, the spirit of the Han family! If these bones collapse, even if we live to the seventh and eighth decades, they will not be more than a meter old.
What is the benefit to the country?”
Ouyang Xun was so angry that he almost spat out a mouthful of blood. Every word was like a knife stabbing into his heart. It was so painful...