Chapter 1002
Zhang Feng's mentality is very poor today.
The two women don’t know where they heard him after drinking.
Last night, two women pestered Zhang Feng to talk about the Red Mansions, but Zhang Feng really didn't want to talk about it. After all, that stuff was too energy-consuming, and now there is something to do.
The two women are also clever ghosts, and they drunk Zhang Feng directly, and I don't know which big tongue told the two women this move. ,
Zhang Feng's poetic dismissal after drunk, directly talked from Xushi to dawn.
If it weren't for the headache and the severe brain swelling, plus the fact that he couldn't hold back the urine, Zhang Feng said that he must still be lying on the bed.
Up to this time, Zhang Feng's head was still a little groggy.
At this time, the warm water on the soles of the feet washed the soft sand, flowing between the soles of the feet, and the tingling sensation at the moment of comfort made Zhang Feng a little drowsy.
In order not to get sleepy here, Zhang Feng reluctantly picked up Zhang Yuyao's wine for him and drank a full glass of wine, browsing tightly frowns.
Then Liu Hongwen, Ouyang Kai and the others all know some of Zhang Feng's way. At this time, they are all watching Zhang Feng brows tightly frowns and doing calculations for him silently.
It's about a cup of tea.
Zhang Feng, who was originally sleepy, simply lay his whole body into the river water, letting the river water flow between his cheeks and hair, and he even faintly felt a few Little Yu'er in He slapped a few times on the cheek.
After waking up a little bit, Zhang Feng sat up and extended the hand.
Zhang Yuyao is very sensitive to this kind of thing.
I changed to a large bowl and poured a large bowl of wine for Zhang Feng. Zhang Feng was slightly frowned, but he still looked up, drank a bowl of water, and then closed his eyes for a moment. His lips opened slightly, and his eyes slightly narrowed chanted: "Singing to the wine, life geometry, such as the morning dew, there are many hardships in the days, Qingqingzi sings leisurely, but my heart is the king, I have a guest, and I have a lot of enthusiasm. Blowing the sheng, when can you retire like the moon, talk about banquets broadly, miss the old grace, moon stars are sparse, black magpies fly south, circle the trees three times, where the branches can rely on mountains, never tire of high seas, never tire of deep, Zhougong spit and feed, the world returns to heart "
Like Zhang Feng used to pretend to be poems before, even the musician who was playing the music stopped playing this poem for an instant. As for Jing Shu, he was passionately following the poetry. The ancient zither was played.
Poetry, coupled with Zither Tune at this time, made the artistic conception of this poem suddenly burst to the extreme.
Li Xiaogong couldn't help but was slightly stunned.
This poem is a masterpiece of Cao Cao's Peak period. Zhang Feng slightly deleted a few sentences and added some things himself.
Cao Cao exists in this World. Zhang Feng has also seen it in the ancient book of White Deer Academy of Classical Learning, but only Cao Cao’s poems have not been handed down to the world. For example, the song Zhang Feng sang just now is one of the poems that never appeared.
Zhang Feng's move can be regarded as filling the vacancy of this World.
In order to respond to the world’s return to the heart at this time, and also for Li Xiaogong to be able to bring this poem to His Imperial Majesty, the most wonderful thing is that the Zhou Gong spit in the poem is a little negative. It actually exists in this World, and Zhou Gong is not a disciple of the emperor this time, but he really became the emperor. Therefore, Zhang Feng dared to dignified the emperor’s chants.
After a long time, apart from Juanjuan's river water, insects noises and bird cries, and the sound of falling maple leaves, only Jing Shu's ancient zither sound was left.
"Okay, good poem, Zhen is the best poetry in the world!"
Li Xiaogong, exclaimed and raised his glass: "Noble Son Zhang Zhenna's name is not in vain, this When the masterpiece of the masterpiece can be said casually, it is really a model for my generation to learn."
After that, after Li Xiaogong drank a full glass of wine, Cheng Yaojin also hurriedly echoed: "Although I It's a rough person and doesn't understand any shit poems, but this poem sounds refreshing, good poem! This is definitely a good poem!"
The faces of Liu Hongwen and Ouyang Kai from the Imperial College of Supreme Learning opposite No change, after all, they are also people who have experienced winds and waves, and they don't know how many poems they have read. Basically, they will encounter poems passed to them by students or by addresses every day.
The reason why they can stand out from so many people and sit in the Imperial College of Supreme Learning and the Libation Chancellor of the Institute of Great Culture are important positions for the country to select talents, on the one hand, because they are born in the gentry. , The more important aspect is because of their own talents.
Liu Hongwen sighed softly: "Good poems, really good poems that are not born!"
while speaking, he was drinking wine while using chopsticks on the plate, I picked up a few small dishes and put it in my mouth, and said: "However, although the artistic conception of this poem is intermittent, the original meaning of the poem is just a note. Although there are some interruptions, it is harmless."
" The meaning is also important! I never thought that Noble Son Zhang could sing such good poems in such a short period of time at such a young age. It is really the blessing of my Great Tang."
Zhang Feng didn't understand the meaning of this person, blinked and said silently, "you let me win," but as expected, the Old Guy didn't hold any good farts.
After the Old Guy drank a full glass of wine, he got up a little drunk and hugged Li Xiaogong and said: "Although the poem by Noble Son Zhang is very good, even many people in the literary world cannot do it. Out of such exquisite poems, but the old man feels that if this matter is debated, the old man is a bit dissatisfied. If Noble Son Zhang can write a poem in the environment where I am waiting at this time, then I can wait. It's considered convincing."
Ouyang Kai and Sir Qian hearing this, nodded repeatedly agreed.
Li Xiaogong hearing this, slightly smiled did not say anything, but instead looked towards Zhang Feng and asked with a smile: "Noble Son Zhang, what do you think?"