As soon as these two sentences came out, Baoyu's round face suddenly froze, and he chewed repeatedly, but his heart felt as if he was lost.
Even though he didn't want to admit it, he also knew that he couldn't hide it from others. The quality of these two sentences was not comparable to that of his own poem.
The first sentence is personified, while the latter sentence is natural in its artistic conception, transcending the worldly world. As long as it is a woman, no matter who hears these two poems, they will subconsciously put themselves into it and cannot extricate themselves.
Looking at the three pairs of eyebrows of Miaoyu, Xiuyan and Yuanyang, they couldn't suppress their admiration. Baoyu secretly sighed in his heart, no wonder Brother Feng was able to win the affection of Sister Bao and Sister Lin. With this skill, even if it's all
Fragments of sentences and fragments can still be invincible. Which girl can withstand such a critical attack that sweeps away all defensive fortresses?
Baoyu's guess was correct. This kind of advantageous project born from the Shilin people was indeed extremely lethal to young girls. Miaoyu and Xiuyan were indeed impressed by it.
Especially Miaoyu, who related these two lines to her appearance, life experience and mental state, felt that these two lines of Feng Ziying's poems were tailor-made for her. Previously, she thought Baoyu's poem was quite artistic, but now
Comparing the two, they seem so tacky and boring. These two sentences by Feng Ziying are the truest portrayal of herself. Only those who deeply understand themselves can write such poems.
Xiuyan was also touched in this way. She originally had a high-spirited and reserved temperament, so when everyone thought that marrying Feng Ziying as a concubine should be a good way out, she was not too enthusiastic about it, although she admired Feng Ziying's outstanding performance very much.
, but she never thought about taking such a shortcut. It wasn't until her uncle had this intention that she realized it. Her complicated emotions also made her very tangled.
Unexpectedly, she was touched by Feng Ziying's words behind the mountain peak of Aojing Xiguan today. Now, she was struck by two lines of Feng Ziying's poems. Xiuyan's inner defenses were instantly defeated. She felt that no matter what the man in front of her,
He is unparalleled in every aspect. It is no wonder that when the sisters in the garden mentioned him, they still couldn't extricate themselves like moths to a flame even though they knew that he was a man of three disciplines.
In the past, she felt that her best friend could resist this kind of attraction, but now looking at Miaoyu's condition, Xiuyan knew that she might just fall into it.
On the other hand, Yuanyang's mentality is much better. Feng Ziying's attraction to her is not one or two poems, but Feng Ziying's humanity. Of course, being able to recite poems and compose poems naturally has additional advantages.
All in all, Feng Ziying probably didn't expect that the two poems she made up like this could surpass her countless performances in other aspects.
After a moment of silence, Baoyu broke the silence and said, "Brother Feng, I told you that you can't compose poetry. If you don't sing, you will become a blockbuster. If you don't fly, you will soar into the sky. I can't catch up with you. I don't dare to do anything for you anymore."
"
There was a hint of loneliness and helplessness in Baoyu's words, but of course he was also a bit transparent and open-minded. He probably understood the reason why he thought he could be better than a second-class Jinshi, even if he was not good at it.
, but this incompetence is only limited to comparing with those first-class Jinshi and second-class Jinshi.
Xiuyan took a deep breath and whispered softly: "Brother Feng, you also said that you are not good at poetry and only write two lines of poetry. I'm afraid you are unmatched among your classmates? I also heard that you have another one.
The first poem about plum blossom."
"Oh?" Feng Ziying was surprised. He and Lian Guoshi and others "composed" the poem "Bu Suanzi Yong Mei" when they were appreciating plum blossoms. He had not told anyone about it because it was a typical plagiarism. He was also a little embarrassed.
So why did Xiuyan find out about it all the time?
Seeing that Feng Ziying was greatly surprised, Xiuyan felt even more confident.
She accidentally went to her aunt and uncle's courtyard, met her aunt and uncle, and learned about it from Jia Cong's mouth when they were comparing Jia Cong's classics and poems. Jia Cong inadvertently mentioned this poem, and Jia Cong seemed to have learned it from
I heard from Zhou Jiaoyu, who taught them the meaning of the classics, that their teacher Zhou Jiaoyu was full of praise for "Bu Suanzi: Yong Mei" written by his master. He said that it was magnificent and had a grand pattern and atmosphere.
Xiuyan was quite surprised to see Feng Ziying, but she did not deny it. In her heart, she admired and admired Feng Ziying even more.
Even if a scholar-official attaches great importance to court affairs, he does not need to be too strict with poetry. However, this gentleman refuses to spend time on poetry for the sake of official court affairs. This is different from those who are not good at doing things but indulge in various poems all day long.
The practices of the officials at the Poetry Meeting are quite different, but the end of the cone is immediately visible. This is usually invisible, but occasionally it is revealed, and you can feel its inner nature at once.
Baoyu was also surprised, "Brother Feng also has a poem about plum blossoms?"
Feng Ziying waved her hand, "No way, it's just a matter of the past. Well, now Baoyu and I are qualified to taste the tea made by Miaoyu herself?"
Xiuyan smiled sweetly and looked at her best friend: "It depends on Sister Miaoyu's evaluation, but I think it's okay."
A rare blush flashed across Miaoyu's jade-white cheeks, but she didn't answer. She just turned around and went back to the back room of the nunnery, probably to boil water and prepare tea.
Feng Ziying didn't take it seriously, smiled and shook her head, "Come on, Baoyu, it's rare for me to taste the tea from Cuicui'an."
Feng Ziying and Baoyu sat down and chatted with Xiuyan, but Yuanyang went to the back room to help. After waiting for a while, before the tea was served, they heard voices coming from outside the door. Baoyu went out to take a look, but it was the time to welcome the spring and cherish the spring.
Two sisters came in.
"Hey, why are there only the second sister, the fourth sister, sister Lin, sister Yun and the third sister?" Baoyu was also quite surprised.
"They were still talking about ancient ways and modern times in Hengwu Garden, so my second sister and I came out first."
, Xichun, however, looks at the world with cold eyes.
"Then come and sit down. Sister Miaoyu has gone to serve tea." Baoyu greeted the two of them to come in, but Xiuyan followed them out. Seeing that they were Yingchun and Xichun, they naturally became affectionate.
"Oh? Sister Miaoyu serves tea?" Xichun was also a little surprised.
She has relatively frequent contacts with Miaoyu, second only to Xiuyan. Apart from Xiuyan, she is the one who usually comes the most in this Cuicui nunnery. Sometimes Miaoyu will go to her Nuanxiangwu to sit for a while.
There is some common language.
She also knew Miaoyu's temperament very well. Although Feng Ziying was engaged to her because of Lin Ruhai's arrangement, Miaoyu herself was very resistant and refused to agree. She even preferred to become a monk. Today she was actually willing to serve tea to Feng Ziying and Baoyu.
, it seems to be the way to treat guests, but from Xiuyan's tone, it seems that it is not just ordinary hospitality.
Xiuyan then smiled and explained the previous story. Baoyu's poem was nothing more, but Feng Ziying's two casual sentences shocked Yingchun and Xichun.
This Yuan Ying Tan Xi Sichun should be regarded as the most outstanding person in the Jia family. He has been fond of music, chess, calligraphy and painting since he was a child, and he is also quite good at reading. Yuan Chun is very good in all aspects, Ying Chun is the best at chess, and Tan Chun is especially good at it.
Poetry and calligraphy, Xichun's painting skills are particularly good, and his poetry is also good.
These two lines of Feng Ziying's poems are both considered to be natural masterpieces. Any one of them would be recited at any poetry meeting in the capital city and regarded as a model. But didn't Feng Ziying always say that he was not good at poetry and was especially good at current affairs? Could it be that
Is this level of Qingtan Academy incompetent? That would be incredible.
The most likely possibility is that Feng Ziying's great poetry is regarded as a trivial matter. He does not want his poetic attainments to affect outsiders' views on his current affairs, but rather wants everyone to focus on his strategies and plans in current affairs, so he deliberately
He concealed his ability in poetry, but occasionally showing it was enough to shock Shilin.
No wonder Xiao Feng Xiuzuan in Beijing was not affected at all by his poor poetry. Many insiders probably knew that Feng Ziying was just unwilling to expose her poetry prowess. If anyone thinks that they can use this to slap her in the face, then really
He could only be beaten back and swollen.
Needless to say, in welcoming the spring, the eyes looking at Feng Ziying were already full of admiration and obsession, while Xichun was also different from the previous indifference and alienation. The eyes looking at Feng Ziying were full of complex admiration. No matter what, he could write such a poem.
Everyone deserves respect.
"Okay, okay, it's not worth mentioning, it's not worth mentioning, it's just two sentences. If you want to say that I'm a blind cat who met a dead mouse, it's almost the same. Sister Xiuyan, don't talk about it here.
, drink tea, drink tea,..."
Feng Ziying waved her hands repeatedly, but Xiuyan refused to give up. She finally saw that her best friend was a little moved. She had always hoped that her best friend could have a good home. Brother Feng was obviously the best choice, and he had an engagement, so he didn't
I know why my best friend is so crazy. I look at Brother Feng from side to side and refuses to agree. Today, my attitude has obviously changed. This poem has also played a big role. How can I not strike while the iron is hot now?
"Brother Feng, you can be considered a blind cat and a dead mouse? Then why can't others encounter it? Besides, these two sentences count, what about the song "Bu Suanzi·Yong Mei"? I heard Mr. Huan say
Even the No. 1 Scholar was amazed by it. He said that this poem was the best when he sang plum blossoms after he was released. My younger sister is not good at this poem, but Sister Miaoyu and Fourth Sister are everyone. It is better to let Sister Miaoyu and Sister Miaoyu be the best.
Fourth sister, can you comment?" Xiuyan stared at Feng Ziying playfully and said, "Little sister, I don't believe that Brother Feng picked this up from some ruined temple or on a rock cliff."
Feng Ziying didn't expect Xiuyan to be so naughty, and scratched her head helplessly: "Sister Xiuyan, this..."
Both Yingchun and Xichun knew this song "Bu Suanzi·Yong Mei". When they thought about it again, they remembered that Brother Feng had just married the sister of the Shen family last year, and it had a different flavor. Now Brother Feng has already married the sister of the Xue family.