Chapter 265 Jie Yuanlang breaks a hundred couplets when he fights wine
The first couplet is naturally difficult. The scholar recited loudly: "The water fairy holds a jade hairpin, and the sound is blowing slowly in front of the wind." The sentence is worn with three lyrics, which not only anthropomorphizes, but also shows a moving picture.
Shaoxing people are all a bit ink, especially when they recite poems and essays, they are artistic and elegant. Naturally, they understand that if they want to match this couplet, they must match all the rhymes, meanings, and shapes. They think hard one by one, but they can’t figure out the reason.
Looking at Jie Yuanlang again, he had finished writing and walked towards the next couplet. Then he heard Luo Wanhua chant loudly: "Senior Brother Chen's second couplet is: 'Yu Meiren wore red embroidered shoes, and the moon attracted the beauty of step by step." The same three lyric cards, both anthropomorphic, and the same beautiful picture, which was perfect.
Everyone couldn't help but cheer, as if silence had won a great victory.
The next couplet came out again, and the scholar whispered loudly: "The sunset glow reflects the water, and the fisherman competed to sing the red river."
After thinking silently, he gave the next couplet: "Shuoxue is flying in the sky, and the farmer sings the whole world together." "Manjianghong" and "Putianle" are both the names of the songs, and they are neat and natural, and flawless.
Everyone cheered again. The silence arose, and they got seven or eight straight in a row without any obstacles. When they got the ninth pair, they encountered some problems. The first couplet was: "The ancient wood in front of the rocks and rocks is withered, and this wood is firewood." It was so clever.
Chen Silent couldn't help but smile and said, "This is very talented and has the same effect as the first two pairs. Should it be done by one person?"
Na Luo Wanhua admired and said, "Senior brother is very insightful, and he is indeed doing it."
Chen Si laughed and said, "Okay, if you see an old friend, you really feel like you are out of your way!" He said, "Get the wine!"
Everyone was stunned and thought to himself: 'Who is still preparing wine for you?' It was still Luo Wanhua's cleverness, ran to the betrothal burdens, and while the person didn't react, he picked up a wine gourd and ran away, causing the person carrying the burden to rush and said, "Don't take it, it's all right."
Once the scholar's elegant pleasure comes up, he doesn't care about the many. Luo Wanhua pulled out the plug and handed it to the silent face and said, "Senior brother, the wine is coming!"
He was so angry that he could not learn from his alcohol tolerance that he could not learn from the other person's "Li Bai's Hundred Poems of Drinking Wine". The reason why he was so silly, also called "Wine" was just to delay time and think about the couplets... He knew very well that there was no restaurant nearby, so he dared to say so.
Who knew that the two fools, "Luo," actually took the wine from his betrothal gift. I don't know if it was intentional or unintentional? Anyway, we asked our Jie Yuanlang to lift the stone and hit his feet. He had to pretend to be heroic and take it over, and tilt his head and take a bite. It's so fucking hot!
A sip of wine made Silent blush with white face. He hated him for a glance at Luo Wanhua, which made the boy sweat coldly. But Silent then patted his shoulder and smiled softly: "You are talented, but your energy still needs to be focused on your studies. These couplets and poems are just entertainment."
Luo Wanhua said a little dissatisfied: "I'll ask for advice from my senior brother." He was born in a wealthy family and was also a talented prodigy. He just likes poetry, songs and essays, and is very disdainful of those rigid eight-legged essays. He also doesn't take Jie Yuan seriously, the silent one.
But I didn't know if I was stimulated by alcohol. The silence suddenly burst out inspiration. I thought of the second couplet and secretly said: "Finally, there is no need to delay any more." Then I raised my voice slightly and said righteously: "It seems that you look down on the eight-legged essay?" I felt a little ridiculous in my heart. He was obviously the one who disliked this thing the most, but now he still had to preach to others. However, thinking about the experts and professors who talked loudly in the past life were all insincere and were full of firecrackers, and I felt relieved.
"I dare not." The hat was too big, Luo Wanhua's head was too small, so he didn't dare to wear it at all, so he had to deny it.
"Well, let you know today that if you do a good job in the eight-legged article, you can do whatever you want. If you want poetry, you can write poems and fu. It is all 'a whip, a trace, a bundle, a palm of blood'. As for pairing, it will be even easier!" After saying that, he was silent like a long whale sucking water, drinking a sip of wine, and chanting loudly: "The sun and the moon are bright in the white water spring, and the crystals are three days!"
"Okay!" Everyone burst into loud cheers. Although they were not beneficiaries of the eight-legged essay, they were all firm defenders. Just because this was passed down by our ancestors, no one could be belittled.
As he got drunk, he felt a little free and unrestrained in his silent and elegant face, and his inspiration was like a fountain, endless. Supporting him to move forward, writing quickly, without a trace of stagnation...
Seeing that the first couplet was "The east wind blows down the jade plum vase, and the flowers fall and the water falls;" he said, "The snow in the north presses over the bamboos in the sky, and drags the mud with leaves."
Seeing the first couplet, "The wind sends the bells and the flowers pass by, it is loud and fragrant;" He said, "The moon reflects the firefly and the light is brighter under the bamboo, and the light becomes brighter."
Seeing the first couplet, "Open the mountains, build small stones, build arch bridges, pave the roads, and connect the south and the north;" He then said, "break the long bamboo, draw short bamboos, tie the circles, hook the flat barrels, and put them on the east and west."
Everyone saw Yuanlang holding wine in one hand and pen in the other hand, sometimes singing loudly, sometimes writing vigorously, walking along the way, breaking it all the way, almost without thinking, so fast that others didn't have time to savor...
People were intoxicated by hearing this, and their faces were filled with shock and excitement. Shaoxing is the capital of prosperous literary fortune. Everyone has seen the so-called talented men against each other, but they have never seen such pairs. It is like there is no need to think about it. When they see it, they chant it and write it down, lifting the heavy weights and being extremely free and easy.
And those couplets are obviously extremely difficult and difficult, and they can't even think of it even if you scratch your head.
The silence still did not stop, but at this time the eyes of the onlookers were full of admiration and even awe... They completely believed that Jie Yuanlang was not a member of the mortal world, but the real Wen Kuixing descended to the earth.
Those scholars holding couplets were even more shocked and afraid. They didn't know if they would be sent to Avici Hell if they offended Wen Kuixing. Even if he couldn't control the underworld, he would become a high-ranking official in the world in the future. Will he take revenge on us?
Facing his scholar, he even trembled in fear.
Silently looked at him and said lightly, "Don't shake, you will write crookedly." The man stopped like a wooden carving, and did not dare to move.
I wrote a pen and threw it aside in silence. Others quickly handed over another one to continue writing. I felt it was a little hot, so I threw the wine gourd behind me. Luo Wanhua hurriedly took it, hugged it firmly in his arms, and didn't care even if he was scattered all over.
Silently pulled off the scholar's scarf on his head and put his hair behind his head. He was like a scholar from the Wei and Jin Dynasties, taking his own will and exuding his talents with all his heart.
As he was writing, he felt a little tired, so he reached aside. Luo Wanhua had a heart-to-heart relationship and carefully placed the wine gourd in Shen Mo's hand, for fear of interrupting his thoughts.
Silent narrowed his eyes slightly, raised his head and poured wine. At this moment, a breeze blew by, and he saw his clothes fluttering like a fairy, as if all the spiritual energy in the world gathered on him, condensed a piece of eternal romance.
I saw him drink a sip of wine, write a couplet, drink another sip, write another couplet, and a pot of wine ran out, and after a hundred pairs of couplets were paired, he let go of silentness, and the wine gourd and brush fell to the ground...
There was a quiet surroundings, and everyone was looking up at Jie Yuanlang. He stood with his hands down. Although he was tired in his expression, his eyes were still bright. He pretended to be fake and said: "Poetry couplets are just a path to entertain emotions and sex, and they should not be addicted to it, which delays the right way to make art."
Luo Wanhua suddenly realized and bowed to Chen Si in tears and said, "Mr. Xie is helping him, otherwise Wanhua would have to fall into the side of the door and the left will not be reborn."
The other scholars also bowed and said, "Thank you Jieyuan's teachings! We will never forget you."
Silent laughed loudly and said without looking back: "It's all gone, I'm going to give the betrothal gift."
The team that was hired remembered today's important business, quickly started playing and playing, and followed the silent journey towards the Yin family.
But everyone didn't follow me anymore because there was something more meaningful to do... that was to buy a hundred original works written by Jie Yuanlang. This one could definitely be a family heirloom. It would be erotic and bright in the study. We don't expect to produce Jie Yuan and the top scholar or something. It would be quite good if we could produce a Juren.
Of course, there are also those seven wonderful writings... This is even more amazing. The articles written by Mr. Jie Yuan used to "fight wine and break a hundred couplets" to be written with this writing must be fairy-like. In order to prevent his son from writing such bullshit articles, it is worth buying them no matter how much money he spends.
But the problem is that those 100 scholars were unwilling to sell couplets, and they said in a hurry: "Only sell the first couplets, if you like to sell them, don't sell them."
"I'm so proud, what do you want to do with your broken paper? You're like wiping your pps and cutting your butts." People cursed.
As for the seven brushes, they were no longer visible. I don’t know which one of them was first conscious and hid them first.
People quarreled on the streets and became a mess. Luo Wanhua, who had sneaked away, couldn't help but smile proudly... He was the one who gained the most, with a pen in his arms and a silent scholar's scarf.
Chapter completed!