This girl really doesn't recognize her. We haven't seen each other for such a long time. When we meet, they act like an old couple and are not polite at all.
Xia Shang could only stand beside her for the time being, lowering his head slightly, not wanting to be seen too much.
The people around him didn't notice Xia Shang, but were shocked by the ferocity of the prime minister's daughter.
It has long been heard that the Prime Minister's daughter is unruly and willful, and no one dares to offend her. Today, she is indeed well-deserved, and the rumors from the outside world are not enough. With this temper and a character that can kill people at every turn, she is simply the big devil in the capital!
Fortunately, now we are facing two foreigners. At this time, I feel that Miss Prime Minister's fierceness has become much more cute.
Everyone did not dare to say anything, but they were happy in their hearts. They wanted to see if these Japanese people were so awesome that they did not even pay attention to the Prime Minister's daughter.
It can be seen that the faces of the two Japanese people are very ugly, but they have no intention of doing anything to Miss Prime Minister.
Fu Qianqian continued: "If you are holding still like this, do you mean we need two people to walk together?"
The Japanese warrior suppressed his anger, but after all, this was the capital of Dahua, and it was not a place where two foreigners dared to mess around. After all, he left the restaurant unwillingly, and he didn't know when the ink on his face would be washed away.
It is no secret that Japanese pirates often bully the Chinese. Now the Chinese finally bullied the Japanese.
Everyone present cheered, and some even shouted the slogan "Long live Dahua".
It sounds a little silly, but the atmosphere at the scene is really exciting.
Many of them thought that the Prime Minister's daughter was just a unruly young lady, but after that, they all had some admiration for her.
Fu Qianqian was proud of herself, clapped her hands and stared at the remaining person: "What's your name?"
"My name was Liangwan in Lower Japan, but I studied in Dahua for many years and gave myself a Dahua name, Zhang Liang."
"Liangwan doesn't sound good at all. If I hadn't seen you as a human being, I would have thought you were fish balls, meatballs or something. I'd better call you Zhang Liang."
There was another round of laughter all around.
At this time, the Japanese people had lost their previous arrogance and turned a blind eye to the laughter around them. They nodded and said, "As long as the girl likes it."
"I don't like it, I just say it smoothly. What? Just now I heard you said that you wanted to compete with that person in poetry? You are a Japanese, but you also understand our Dahua poetry?"
"I have been traveling in Dahua for many years. I have some interest in Chinese literature and poetry in Dahua.
I know a little bit about poetry, poetry, music, chess, calligraphy and painting."
"Then why don't you give it a try? This girl would like to hear it."
"Young master just now took the winter solstice as the theme, so please do the same for today."
Zhang Liang gradually regained his confidence. In the style of a scholar and a Chinese literati, he stood with his hands behind his back and recited loudly:
“The heavy snow has not gone away yet, but Xiao Han’s words are still early.
Winter is here without you realizing it, and the new year is urging you to grow old.
The sun is warming, the sky is turning blue, and the wind and clouds are flying high.
I think of this evening in the spring rain, and the autumn swallows return to the Ming Dynasty."
After saying this, Zhang Liang raised his hand and asked, "What do you think, Miss Fu?"
After listening to this poem, everyone present was stunned.
Some people in the crowd praised in a low voice: "This is a good poem!"
"How can this Japanese man compose such a poem?"
Fu Qianqian felt that the poem was very good, but she didn't want to say it out loud, and couldn't fault it for a while, so she turned to look at Xia Shang.
Not to mention others, Xia Shang did not expect that this person had such a poetic talent.
First of all, this poem contains some changes in seasonal solar terms that are unique to Dahua. Not many Japanese people understand the seasonal solar terms of Dahua.
It can be seen from the poem that the poet has a deep understanding of the Dahua period. The tone between the lines seems to be more Dahua style than the average Dahua people. There is no trace of foreigners trying to imitate the poems.
trace.
Moreover, the dialogues are neat and poetic, and the poem is very picturesque.
The best thing is the last sentence.
I think of this evening in the spring rain, and the autumn swallows return to the Ming Dynasty.
This may seem like a harmonious picture of winter turning to spring, but in fact it also hints at the turmoil in the country, or the suspicion of a dynasty change.
A Japanese man, in an instant, showed off his knowledge and let out the same bad breath that he had just been laughed at. It was really remarkable.
Few people around the key seemed to understand the underlying meaning of the last sentence.
"This is no ordinary person!" Ke Xiaofeng, who was on the road with a serious expression, whispered.
"Sister-in-law, his poems are naturally good, but after all, there is only one, so why is he not an ordinary person? I have never made my sister-in-law so dignified."
"Those who come are not good, and those who are good will not come! Now the Japanese princess is about to arrive in the capital. On the surface, it looks like a marriage, but in fact it is indispensable for open and covert fighting. The struggle between countries has always been more than real swords and guns. It seems that this is the Japanese faction.
The vanguard is here to give our Chinese literary world a powerful blow!"
"If this is really the case, then the little
Why don't I come forward and say a few words? No matter how good his poems are, they can't be flawless. With my eloquent words, I will definitely be able to undermine the prestige of the person below."
Ke Xiaofeng shook his head: "Don't worry, there are capable people below. Let's just watch the show today."
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"Miss Fu, what do you think?"
The scene became a little quiet. Seeing that Fu Qianqian was silent for a long time, Zhang Liang forced him to ask again.
Fu Qianqian was a little anxious and whispered to Xia Shang: "What are you thinking about? Do something quickly!"
"His poems are indeed good." Xia Shang responded in a low voice.
"Then hurry up and compose a song that's better than him!"
"Writing poems and writing poems is just a child's game, and I have no interest in it. Also, the key person in the poetry competition is Ouyang, not me."
Only then did Fu Qianqian react and quickly said to Ouyang Wenxiu: "He has already written a poem. Why don't you quickly comment on it? How does his poem compare with yours?"
Ouyang Wenxiu's face turned red and white, and there was some sweat on his forehead. He was silent for a while and sighed: "His poems are slightly better."
"What? You are the grandson of Nan Sheng after all. Don't they say you are the number one person in the Ouyang family today? You said this after holding it in for a long time?" Fu Qianqian was a little angry. She didn't know much about it, but she just said that.
I don’t want to see the other side gain the upper hand.
It was okay if Fu Qianqian didn't say anything. As soon as he said it, Ouyang Wenxiu felt more and more ashamed. He blushed, lowered his head and remained silent.
Zhang Liang said with a smile: "Don't be in a hurry, give Mr. Ouyang some time. With his talent and learning, you will definitely be able to produce better works."
This is obviously a challenge to Ouyang Wenxiu, asking him to quickly write a song that is better than his.
Everyone stared at Ouyang Wenxiu. He blushed and raised his hands to Zhang Liangyi: "Rong... let me go back and think about it."
After saying that, he lowered his head and squeezed out of the crowd, and left directly!
After Ouyang Wenxiu left, the faces of the remaining talented people turned red, and all of them felt that their faces were dull.
Zhang Liang was naturally complacent, and he raised his hands and said to everyone: "Master Ouyang retreated without a fight. This is really puzzling. Could it be that a famous talent in China is like this? I am really disappointed. There are several plum blossoms in the corner, and Lin Han is alone.
Open, you know it’s not snow from afar, because there is a faint fragrance... Is such a stunning poem probably not written by a Chinese literati?"