"The wind and cold weather have arrived at the winter solstice,
Snowflakes were flying all over the sky.
Warming wine around the fire to warm up the long night,
The plum blossoms are blooming early in the cold weather."
Mr. Ouyang didn't know what was wrong. He seemed to ignore what others said and started reciting to himself.
The posture was so airy, the folding fan in his hand was swaying slightly, and he was shaking his head and head in unison, boasting of his brilliance, as if he didn't know how high the sky was.
After saying a few words, he folded his fan and raised his hand towards Xia Shang: "You're showing off your ugliness."
Xia Shang was stunned on the spot, not knowing what to do for a moment.
Not to mention that all this happened suddenly, the other party's unreasonable fighting poem was even more incomprehensible.
Xia Shang thought to himself, is it because he has become an editor soon? Why is he still being targeted? Could it be that he is born with a warrior physique and has his own taunting skills?
At this time, Lin Yongshi next to him whispered: "This is Ouyang Wenxiu, the grandson of Nansheng Ouyang Zheng. He is a well-known literary idiot in the capital. It is best to compete with others for poetry."
"Then why are you targeting me?"
"It was rumored that ten days ago I heard that the Hanlin Academy was burned down. Ouyang Wenxiu cried loudly and fainted on the street. He must have attached great importance to the Chinese volume of the Hanlin Academy. Now that I know that your Excellency holds the post of editor, I am worried that Your Excellency will not be qualified for the job.
There are errors and omissions in the revision of the document. I am afraid this will test your master’s skills..."
Lin Yongshi could understand what Ouyang Wenxiu meant, and he was really worried. He couldn't watch Mr. Xia make a fool of himself in front of him.
How do these literati who only know how to be arty all day know the state of mind of those in power?
Lin Yongshi hurriedly spoke: "Sir, although your poem just now is titled with the winter solstice, what it depicts is a scene of winter, snow and cold nights coming to an end, and new plum blossoms and early spring approaching, which is completely inconsistent with the current scene.
I think the young master has made preparations in advance, right? Since he came prepared, shouldn’t others also be prepared?”
"Who said I was prepared? This is what I did in my late life."
"Doing it casually? I'm afraid that's not the case, right?" Lin Yongshi sneered, but he didn't quite believe it.
Everyone knows Lin Yongshi's identity. In the past, he was aloof, and everyone treated him with respect. However, during his tenure, the Imperial Academy was burned down, and Ouyang Wenxiu's inner temper was somewhat transferred to him.
So naturally he doesn't have much good feelings towards Lin Yongshi.
"Master Lin can be considered a senior teacher. In the many years he has been in the capital, haven't he heard that real poems come out casually? Who cares about the time and the situation? Why do you ask him the origin of the poem? He has to adapt to the time and the situation.
Those who are currently commenting on it are falling behind the narrow path of poetry and are not qualified to discuss it with others."
"You!" Lin Yongshi was so angry that he blew his beard. How could he be scolded by a junior? It's still poetry. I remember that when Lin Yongshi was young, he was also a famous poetry fairy in the capital! He said to me, when I write poetry, you are the damn one.
He's still the tadpole in your father's body!
Although Lin Yongshi was angry in his heart, due to his status, he could not speak out like Ouyang Wenxiu.
Upstairs, Lin Qingzhu couldn't stand it any longer. She thought to herself that she was asking this guy to cause trouble for Xia Shang. Why were he and his father quarreling in the hall?
Moreover, the other party's behavior was so disrespectful to her father. Lin Qingzhu was very angry. Regardless of the woman's manners, she pushed away the young men in front of her and strode downstairs.
Lin Qingzhu was extremely fast. He reached his father's side in just ten seconds and shouted to Ouyang Wenxiu: "You call yourself a scholar in vain. You don't even understand the most basic principles of respecting teachers and respecting teachers?"
The girl's eyes were burning with fire, and she looked like firecrackers rather than green bamboos.
The noise here quickly attracted the attention of the people around. Originally, everyone was admiring the paintings of the Prime Minister Qian Jin, but when they saw that the talented lady Lin and Mr. Ouyang were interested in the painting, they saw it.
Fortunately, Mr. Ouyang is not really stubborn and does not compete with Lin Qingzhu.
"I'm just here to fight poetry with this editor. Seeing that this young master is young, he is already an editor of the Hanlin Academy. I think he is quite knowledgeable, so he won't be angry because of this little game, right?"
Lin Qingzhu's expression softened slightly and she looked back at Xia Shang.
Xia Shang was in a bit of a dilemma. He had been in this world for a long time, and it was long past the time for him to write poems and show off.
There is a lot of boredom written on his face.
"What's the matter? The editor of the Imperial Academy can't even write a poem? I don't need any proposition from you, as long as it's a poem written by you, it's fine."
Xia Shang thought for a while and asked casually: "Your name is Ouyang Wenxiu?"
"Exactly."
"Who are you Ouyang Changhao?"
"This is my brother."
"It's been a long time.
See you."
"Oh? Are you and my brother old acquaintances?"
"That's right."
Ouyang Wenxiu frowned slightly, thinking that if he was a friend of his eldest brother, it would be inappropriate for him to be so quarrelsome, but thinking about the papers that were burned in the Hanlin Academy, he became very angry: "Even if you are acquainted with my brother, you will have to fight today."
Reveal a few things and see if he is worthy of the title of editor."
Xia Shang was about to speak when a slightly strange voice came from beside him.
"Ouyang Wenxiu, the grandson of the Great Southern Saint, is undoubtedly the first in literary talent among the younger generation of the Ouyang family. He is proficient in poetry, poetry, music, chess, calligraphy and painting. Although his reputation in Dahua is not obvious, he is famous in the capital.
Famous."
The speaker was a short young man who was dressed very luxuriously, not much different from the other young men present.
But Xia Shang thought he was strange because his accent didn't sound like a native of the capital, and he couldn't tell where he was from.
Ouyang Wenxiu frowned: "Who are you?"
"I am just an unknown literati. I just heard the young master say that poetry does not come from the time and the situation. It feels very strange. Most of the poems in Dahua place their feelings on the scenery. If the present is gone, how can there be poetry?
?”
"Who among the literati in the capital does not know this? Everyone in Ke dreamed of meeting the God of Poetry. This is the way of poetry spoken by the God of Poetry. This poem could have been spoken casually without thinking, without pursuing the state of mind, without relying on the actual scene, and
Very stylish.”
"Hahaha..." After hearing this, the man couldn't stop laughing wildly. He didn't believe what Young Master Ouyang said.
Xia Shang didn't understand what he was talking about either, but the people around him were different. They all seemed to know what Mr. Ouyang was talking about.
"Laugh! Just laugh! The frog at the bottom of the well doesn't know how high the sky is! This is what everyone Ke said personally. In the dream, the god of poetry penned thousands of words, each of which is a shocking work. Just from the poem "A few plum blossoms in the corner, Lin Han"
If you drive alone, you know it’s not snow from a distance, because there is a faint fragrance coming.’ It will eclipse all the talented people in the world, let alone this is just a rare work by the God of Poetry!”
Ouyang Wenxiu's voice was loud and his expression was very arrogant, but the few lines of poetry in his words made the young master who spoke stunned.
Xia Shang was stunned and thought to himself, isn't that the poem he left at the Liuzhuang Poetry Club in his early years? How come it has spread to the capital? And it was written by some god of poetry? What the hell is it that everyone dreamed of poetry?