Chapter 43 I am a person with principles and bottom lines (in
"Ahem, writing poetry? It's not impossible...but...Master Lu knows the rules."
Jiang Fan rubbed his fingers with a smile on his face.
Lu Zhaoling didn't understand what Jiang Fan meant at first, but he quickly recalled it, and his face, as black as the bottom of a pot, couldn't help but turn slightly red.
Taking a deep breath again, like a gambler who is desperate to lose, he said in a deep voice: "As long as the poem you wrote can be recognized by several masters as better than this one of mine, then I will lose to you."
Bai Guan! Otherwise, my brother will lose to me Bai Guan!"
"Oh, why is this so embarrassing? It's too vulgar for us scholars to talk about money. But since Mr. Lu is so sincere, if I don't agree, wouldn't I be looking down on you? That's not okay. I am a person with principles and bottom line.
! It has nothing to do with Bai Guan! It’s just because Mr. Lu expressed his love and poetry like this, I will definitely do it!"
Jiang Fan once again put on an upright and awe-inspiring face.
Lin Wanqing on the side looked up at the moon, feeling the urge to change positions and distance herself from Jiang Fan.
Prince Wu's mouth twitched, and he began to doubt whether his decision to invite Jiang Fan to this poetry gathering was right or wrong.
On the contrary, Master Yun looked at Jiang Fan with a slight smile and interest.
"I also asked my brother to write a poem. If you don't want to say anything else that is not important, please don't say it!"
Lu Zhaoling said with a dark face.
"Okay! Okay, write a poem, write a poem, let me think about it for a moment or two."
Jiang Fan agreed with a smile, and then began to close his eyes and recall any classics that fit the occasion among the ancient poems he had memorized.
The place suddenly became quiet, and everyone consciously did not disturb Jiang Fan's thoughts. It was not because they were afraid of affecting Jiang Fan's thoughts, but they simply wanted to leave a good impression in front of Prince Wu.
In just a few seconds, Jiang Fan opened his eyes.
Because I thought of a masterpiece by Yang Wanli, one of the "Four Great Masters of the Southern Song Dynasty", which is just right for this environment!
Immediately he spoke loudly: "After all, in August in Fujiang, the scenery is different from the four seasons. The lotus leaves in the sky are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers in the sun are particularly red."
As soon as he finished speaking, Mr. Yun's eyes suddenly lit up.
Prince Wu couldn't help but said directly: "What a poem! In the way of white description, the virtual and the real are combined to complement each other. The last two sentences are even more strong and soft. They are obviously soft and beautiful things like lotus leaves and lotus, but they can be connected with ''
Such powerful words as "the sky" and "infinite" describe the magnificence and magnificence, and the realm is really vast! It is really unforgettable!"
"His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is right. This poem may not be as good as Mr. Jiang's previous works in terms of artistic conception, but it is more suitable for the occasion and is simple in its simplicity. It is still a rare masterpiece."
The master who liked to appreciate poetry the most finally regained his interest after being sluggish all night.
From the beginning of this poetry meeting until now, this is the first time this Master has spoken.
No matter who wrote the poems before, it was just a few other masters who were tasting them, while this master kept his eyelids twitching, as if he was about to fall asleep.
Therefore, speaking so suddenly really attracted a lot of attention.
In addition, Prince Wu couldn't help but express his praise, and other talented people participating in the poetry meeting also agreed. Suddenly, the place was filled with all kinds of compliments and kind words.
"Hey, Mr. Lu, it seems that my poem is recognized to be better than yours. Although I won a hundred poems for one poem, I am really embarrassed. But you, Mr. Lu, spit on you and nail it on!
I keep my word, I know this. And I am a person with principles and bottom line! How can I let you, Mr. Lu, break your promise and get fat? So no matter how embarrassed I am, I have to accept this hundred dollars!
"
Jiang Fan said as if he was about to die heroically.
Lu Zhaoling had a dark face and said in his heart, "You should make me break my promise and gain weight. What do you know?! Do I know you very well?!"
But he couldn't say these words. With so many people around him watching, he had to work hard to put on a very forced smile.
He said in embarrassment: "Of course I keep my word. My poetry is not as good as yours. I am willing to admit defeat. I will definitely give you one hundred guan, but...it's just that I don't have any ready-made money tickets now..."
"It doesn't matter! You can write an IOU! I still trust you, Mr. Lu, and you have Prince Wu as a witness. As long as you write an IOU, I guess even for Prince Wu's sake, the Lu family can't default on the debt, right?"
Jiang Fan answered without any hesitation.
Lu Zhaoling's already extremely dark face stiffened again. Before he could think of a new excuse to use, he saw that Jiang Fan had found some paper and pen from somewhere, and then left the table.
Just like that, in front of everyone, he placed the pen and paper in front of him.
A shy smile appeared on his face, and he said rather shyly: "Master Lu, please."
In unison, everyone's eyes were focused on Lu Zhaoling.
Lu Zhaoling swore that he had never been so embarrassed since he was sensible until now!
Staring at Jiang Fan with burning eyes, if it weren't for such an occasion, Lu Zhaoling would have even considered strangling Jiang Fan to death.
"Ahem, since you are willing to admit defeat, let's write it. I will bear this witness. Brother Jiang, don't worry. The Lu family in the south of the city is a scholarly family, so it still has some credibility."
Prince Wu was inexplicably involved, and he was not angry at all. He just coughed slightly in embarrassment, but his name for Jiang Fan changed significantly between his words.
Even the crown prince has spoken. Lu Zhaoling is riding a tiger and can't get off, so this IOU must be written.
Taking a deep breath, I picked up the brush with my right hand very heavily, as if the brush weighed as much as a thousand pounds.
He raised his head and glanced at Jiang Fan again, and found that Jiang Fan still looked sincere. Lu Zhaoling felt that his heart was filled with panic, but suddenly an idea flashed in his mind.
Don’t you know how to write poetry?
How about you write lyrics?
People who can write poetry may not necessarily be able to write lyrics! Even if the words are poetry, the format and rhyme are completely different!
And precisely because words are an afterthought of poetry, many masters of poetry writing are actually not good at writing words at all.
I simply don’t want to spend energy studying and pondering!
Thinking of this, Lu Zhaoling put down the brush in his hand, tried equally hard to squeeze out a smile, and said: "I suddenly thought that it is rare for everyone to come here today. If I just write poems, I will be disappointed.
After all, everyone knows that compared to poetry, we prefer words suitable for arrangement."
"But among you sitting here, it can be said that there is basically no one who is really good at writing lyrics. Since my brother is so literary and elegant, and can write poems to such an admirable level, it must be difficult to write lyrics.
I’m not going to knock you down, right? Why not write a poem and cheer everyone up, at least it’s worth the trip?”