Chapter 232: Have a good time

Because of Jia Lian’s previous song Die Lian Hua, even the third prince and King Beijing gathered around to watch Jia Lian’s new work.

Therefore, at this time, Jia Lian's location, including the desk in front of him that was splashed with ink, became the absolute center of the audience.

Others who were not high enough or not close enough to Jia Lian did not dare to push forward because Princess Zhaoyang was right next to Jia Lian.

But they could all hear Jia Lian’s steady chanting.

In fact, there is no need for them to understand it carefully. Just by looking at the expressions of Princess Zhaoyang and others, they can know the gold content of Jia Lian's new work!

This...

Opening their mouths and being stunned was almost everyone’s reaction.

Anyone who has read books and has some appreciation of poetry will be silent at this moment.

If we talk about the previous poem, in addition to the last sentence that is shocking, there are also some previous words that they judge to be too "sad for spring and autumn" with prejudice, and they insist on saying "sad" suspicion, but the following song can be said to be...

Using literary talent and noble sentiments are not enough to describe it!

A journey to the mountains, a journey to the water... a change in the wind, a change in the snow...

The dream of breaking the heart of the country cannot come true!

The words and sentences are so simple, but every word of it comes into your heart when you read it!

There is no such sound in my hometown!

It turns out that when you are alone in a foreign land, even the wind and snow, which literati regard as a standard, have become a noisy sound.

What is your state of mind? What kind of feelings?

If it was the previous Die Lianhua, they could suspect that it was not written by a young man like Jia Lian, so what about this elegant Acacia Ling?

Watching Jia Lian sit silently after putting away his pen. Although he did not act arrogantly or sarcastically at those who had mocked him before, this kind of silence was like a sharp blow. Slap those people in the face.

Those who had not questioned Jia Lian before looked at Zhou Xing and others...

The colorful faces were indeed very wonderful.

They were very curious and wanted to know, faced with such a situation, would Zhou Xing and others still say that Jia Lian was a martial artist and a person who deceived the world and stole his reputation?

Well, if it weren’t for the Crown Prince, the Third Prince and others, they might still be stubborn, but in front of these two people, I’m afraid they wouldn’t dare. Jia Lian saw the silence around him and looked up.

He cannot distinguish all the various forms of living beings at a glance, butThe refreshing feeling is self-explanatory.

No wonder so many time-traveling seniors like copywriting. This thing is really fun. Let a group of people who like you, hate you, or people with a higher status than you collectively stare blankly, this feeling is better than the joy of the boudoir.

Especially, the adoration of beauties...

Jia Lian glanced at Princess Zhaoyang standing quietly beside her. Although he did not have the heart to... admire her, but looking at this The proud daughter of heaven showed her infatuation towards him, which was... quite satisfying.

He ignored everyone, turned around and looked at the Zhou brothers, and asked lightly: "I don't know who the great scholar Zhou thinks I copied from this poem?"
< br /> Jia Lian’s voice made many people calm down.

When we questioned Jia Lian before, everyone felt that Jia Lian was very shameless in deceiving the world and stealing his reputation.

After being quietly slapped in the face, looking at Jia Lian's same demeanor, he still had a cold and arrogant air, disdainful of arguing with mediocre people.

"This..."

Zhou Xing was naturally dissatisfied, but he took a look at Princess Zhaoyang who walked to Jia Lian and couldn't help but touch the manuscript with her hands. He was stunned. I dare not say another word "bad".

“Are you still not convinced?”

Faced with Jia Lian’s success, Zhou Xing snorted coldly and lowered his head.

He has determined that today he has become a stepping stone for others, and it is certain that he will be slapped in the face.

But in front of the prince and princess, he did not dare to scold and act like a rogue, otherwise he would be beaten out and his future might be ruined.

"If you still don't accept it, you can..."

Everyone is waiting for Jia Lian to continue to suppress and ridicule the Zhou brothers, and there is nothing wrong with this.

But Jia Lian suddenly picked up the pen again, moved to the right, threw Princess Zhaoyang aside, lightly crushed the rice paper, and read:

"Bamboo and stone. "

"Stand firmly on the green mountains and never relax, the roots are still in the broken rocks. After countless hardships, they are still strong, regardless of the winds from east to west, north and south."

Jia Lian thought slowly, But he kept writing, and before anyone could react, it became a quatrain!

Faced with everyone’s stunned looks, Jia Lian didn’t even raise his head. Instead, he waved to the standing waiter beside him.

The waiter came over inexplicably, but Jia Lian only took out a brand new piece of rice paper from the tray in his hand...

Still coming? ? !

“Heavy snow weighs on the green pines,

The green pines are straight and straight.

You must know that the pines are high and pure,

Wait until the snow melts. "

Nature will come again.

For Jia Lian, who has memorized "Three Hundred Children's Poems" since childhood, it is simply unnecessary to throw out a bunch of masterpieces that do not exist in this world. It’s too simple.

Since the palm has been thrown into someone’s face, a slap is a slap, so why not give it a good slap!

“This is a daily graffiti, just for fun. "

Jia Lian glanced around casually, and then continued: "I don't read much, and I'm not good at writing poems and lyrics.

However, today I met two talented people from the Zhou family, and I learned a few words by chance.

I’ll write it down and you may wish to take a look. "

" As he spoke, without giving others a chance to speak, Zi Gu wrote:

"You have to rely on your own opinions, and there are many art gardens."

I have never seen dwarves watching a play. They just follow the opinions of others. ”

I have never seen dwarves watching a play. They just follow the opinions of others...

What a sharp ridicule, such ruthless irony.

Thoughts The behavior of the Zhou brothers and those who questioned Jia Lian before was not like dwarves watching a play - they could only see half of it.

Everyone couldn't help but cast pitiful looks at the Zhou brothers.< br />
Seeing Zhou Xing’s face as pale as pig liver, others shook their heads.

From now on, the two young masters of the Zhou family may not be able to take off the title of "dwarf". title.

If they see the word "short" in a book, their eyes will turn away. When walking on the street, when someone calls "short", they can't help but look back. Go...

If this quatrain spreads in the future, I am afraid that the Zhou brothers will be "famous throughout the ages" in this way.

Sure enough, literati are Don't offend someone, especially a talented person who speaks well!

Because maybe a random poem from the other person can make you restless for the rest of your life...

I feel sorry for the Zhou brothers, All the dignitaries, princes and grandsons, these people who usually think of themselves as extraordinary, all feel numb.

What did they just see?

Jia Lian wrote three words in one breath , four or five poems? And none of them sounds like a masterpiece.

This...

It feels so unreal!

Many times they wanted to express emotion, but when they thought about the grace contained in the few poems Jia Lian wrote casually, they felt that it was wrong to even take one more breath at this time.

With these good poems, he should have become famous long ago. How come Jia Lian still has the reputation of being a martial artist because he cannot study well?

Is this a fucking human being?

It’s so awesome!

This is what people who can understand poetry think.

As for those who are truly illiterate...

"Hey, hey, hey, what expressions are you looking at? Could it be that he can write all this well?"
< br />The fourth prince felt that his mind was going crazy, and he didn't like this atmosphere very much. He stepped forward, grabbed a few poems written by Jia Lian, raised them above his head and looked at them again and again, and felt that there was nothing strange about them.

He knows all the words!

Suddenly, he felt a slap on his head. He raised his head blankly and saw that it was indeed a greeting from his sister.

"You unlearned guy, don't be embarrassed here."

Princess Zhaoyang snatched the manuscript from his hand and put it back as if it were a treasure Then he seemed to take a deep breath to calm down, turned around and bent down to face Jia Lian, clasping his fists.

"The general's demeanor is admirable. Zhaoyang apologizes for being rude to the general before."

Although Princess Zhaoyang is not said to be extremely talented, she has been in the imperial family since she was a child. Grandma's side was influenced by her ears and eyes, and she was also well-versed in writing.

She knew deeply that Jia Lian, who could write poems of such a standard, was far from being comparable to worldly talents.

This was also the first time she felt that there was someone in today's world who could surpass her imperial grandmother in terms of literary attainments.

In the past, she felt that even the works of the great scholars who went to study and the Hanlin Academy were at most comparable to those of the imperial grandmother, but in different styles.

But today, she knew that any one of Jia Lian's songs could be compared with her imperial grandmother's. Even Die Nianhua and Xiangsi Ling Erqu have surpassed her imperial grandmother!

So, she was serious about this bow.