A pair of Xiangjiang River jade and see, the two consorts had spilled tearstain spots.
Zhu Pingan’s this first half of the poem, was unanimously agreed by the crowd: showy, mediocre, no highlights, is the most disappointing work of this poetry meeting, there is no one.
Wang Yaozu and the others who were full of micro-aggressions against Zhu Pingan unabashedly laughed, and the laughter almost toppled the roof of the pergola.
In the midst of the laughter and meaningful eyes of the crowd, Zhu Pingan, as always, was calm, calmly dipped the ink, calmly turned around, calmly dropped the tip of the pen on the rice paper on the screen, calmly running the pen like a dragon.
In an instant, a verse like a dragon coming out of the sea, leaped onto the paper:
Han family world four hundred years
After writing, not waiting for the crowd to read, Zhu Pingan turned around and dipped his ink into the brush, and the brush flew like a fly, and the last line of the poem leaped out of the paper in no time: all in the Liou Hou a chopsticks.
At this point, the complete poem met with the crowd:
The “Chanting Chopsticks” is a pair of Xiangjiang River jade and see, the two concubines had spilled tear stains; Han family world four hundred years, all in the Liou Hou a chopsticks. The last words of Zhu Pingan were written after he had finished the last one.
After Zhu Pingan finished writing the last word, the laughter in the pergola came to an abrupt end, as if someone had strangled their throats, and Wang Yaozu and the others, who were laughing the loudest, choked and coughed due to the sudden interruption of their laughter.
In an instant, the banquet went from laughter to silence.
Wang Yaozu looked at Zhu Pingan’s poem, his jaw dropped and he was dumbfounded.
“A clumsy piece of writing, let all the lords laugh at it
“Four hundred years of the Han world, all in one stroke of the Liou Hou! Good! Atmospheric and magnificent, the dragon’s point of view. In the silent, planning and planning the world, I do not if also.”Yin Shidan, who was sitting on the opposite side of the table, was the first to high-five, repeating the second half of Zhu Pingan’s verse in praise.
Gao Gong once again turned his gaze towards Zhu Pingan and nodded slightly.
“Your Excellency Zhu is a good poet.”Zhang Juzheng looked at Zhu Pingan and praised, seemingly not at all surprised by the divine twist in Zhu Pingan’s poem.
“Good!
Sitting high on the main seat of the Yu Wang eyes lit up, can not help but shouted a good, Han family world for 400 years, all in the Liuhou a chopsticks between, you if Zhang Liang, that lone is not Liu Bang, Zhu Pingan’s this line of poetry is simply written to the heart of the Yu Wang to go. If you say who did the best poem today, King Yu may hesitate, but if you say whose poem you like the most, it’s not Pingan Zhu.
Chen Yiqin on Zhu Pingan looked surprised, re-turned his gaze to Zhu Pingan, and for the first time since today, he looked squarely at Zhu Pingan.
“Good!”
After a long time, Chen Yiqin shouted out loud a good, a face of unexpected joy, such a Zhu Pingan, he Chen Yiqin is naturally welcome.
“Good poem, the Han family world for 400 years, all in the Liou Hou a chopsticks, this line of Lord Zhu is really a transformation of the rotten into the miraculous.”
“Well, not bad, worthy of being a scholar.”
There were also several people on the table who praised Zhu Pingan’s “Winged Chopsticks”.
As for Wang Yaozu and others, their faces were ashen, an enterprising heart as if tied to a stone, straight down to the bottom of the abyss.
How can this be?
This turn of events is also too unexpected, like the first two lines of mediocrity is not good, why suddenly came so breathtaking two lines of poetry, is simply the pen down shocked the wind and rain, the poem into a weeping ghosts and gods. The first two lines of the poem are the same as the first two lines of the poem.
The last two lines at once revitalised the whole poem, and now no one dares to say that the first two lines of Zhu Pingan’s poem is mediocre. The first two lines of the poem are not as good as the last two lines of the poem.
Moreover, Zhu Pingan’s entry point for this heartthrob is too scheming!
These two lines of Zhu Pingan’s poem involve Zhang Liang and Liu Bang, two big names in history, the Liou Hou refers to Zhang Liang, and the Han family world is naturally Liu Bang’s world. Liu Bang once said, “I am not as good as Zifang at planning in a tent and winning in a thousand miles.”The Zifang here is Zhang Liang, and the word “zhu” is a bamboo piece used by ancient people for counting, and the word “zhu” refers to the planning of strategies. When Zhang Liang was helping Liu Bang to take over the world, he often used “chopsticks” as “chips” for counting, arranging troops, calculating food and grass, and planning the whole world. Zhang Liang’s allusion was related to chopsticks, and Zhu Pingan used it skilfully. Zhang Liang’s strategic planning was the key to Liu Bang’s creation of the 400-year Han Dynasty. Zhu Pingan’s line “It is all in the chopsticks of the Marquis of Liou” expresses Zhang Liang’s role to the fullest. The first is that Zhang Liang is a metaphor for himself, and Liu Bang is a metaphor for the Yu Wang, if you are the Yu Wang, you say you like it or not. &1t;/p>
Finally, these two lines of Zhu Pingan’s poem are also a response to the beginning of the banquet, Wang Yaozu and others ridiculed Zhu Pingan for a pair of chopsticks to be moved by the saint to be the Yu Wang House of the Scholarly Bachelor, huh, look down on a pair of chopsticks, right? “The Han family world for 400 years, all in the Liuhou one chopsticks.” So, still look down on it? The two poems are like a loud and clear message to the audience.
These two lines of poetry seemed like a loud slap, whistling and flinging in the face of Wang Yaozu and the others.
That was why Wang Yaozu and the others looked so grey.
However, although Wang Yaozu and the other people’s hearts also admit that Zhu Pingan’s poem is well written, but they will not admit it on their faces, if I admit it, then wouldn’t I be slapping my face.
“It is really big talk, no hair on the mouth, not firm, young to Zhang Liang boast ……”
“That’s right, Mo learnt Zhang Liang not, but became Zhao Kuo.”
“Excessive self-confidence is conceited, paper should not be ah.”
“The young man does not know the taste of sorrow, in order to give new words for the strong sadness ……”
Wang Yaozu and other people speak not loud, but nay there are many people ah, soon sing Zhu Pingan, sarcastic Zhu Pingan say big words of the voice again sounded.
Zhu Pingan only put down his brush at this time, has not yet returned to his seat, after hearing the crowd’s non-sense, he turned around and smiled slightly, arched his hand towards Wang Yaozu, “Wang Ta-Jen said that I have no hair on my mouth to do things, huh, I am of similar age to His Highness the Yu Wang, wouldn’t Wang Ta-Jen’s words be sarcastic to His Highness as well?”
King Yu heard this and turned his gaze towards Wang Yaozu.
Wang Yaozu was in a cold sweat and quickly got up to retort, “Nonsense, when did I satirise His Highness. Ta-Jen Zhu you must not spit blood.”
“Heh …… wasn’t it Lord Wang who just said that the mouth is hairless and does not work well?”Zhu Pingan slightly hooked his lips.
“I was talking about Lord Zhu, Lord Zhu’s grade is so young that Zhang Liang boasts …… that he is full of strokes and humility, and the young man is better to be humble.”Wang Yaozu squinted his eyes, a tone of the past person said.
“Hehe, in the final analysis, doesn’t Ta-Jen Wang still mean that young people are not secure?”Zhu Pingan smiled and shook his head.
“This is what you said.”Wang Yaozu smiled back.
“What’s wrong with being young? Since ancient times, heroes come out of young people, ancient Gan Luo went out to Zhao, twelve years old official minister; Huo Zaodong seventeen years old out to attack the Xiongnu, war heroes …… “Zhu Pingan shook his head.
“Strong words.”
The corner of Wang Yaozu’s mouth pulled a sneering arc.
“Gan Luo twelve years old worship on the Secretary, thirteen years old was killed …… huh ……”
“Hour up, big may not be good ……”
After Wang Yaozu, there are several people, shaking their heads and laughing lightly.
Listening to Wang Yaozu and other people’s ridicule, Zhu Pingan mouth hooked up a smile, as if waiting for them for a long time look, but on the face of a look of righteous indignation, towards the crowd arched his hand, once again pick up the brush, the other hand holding the ink stone, turn around to dip into the ink and waving ink, waving and dipping in the ink, the pen such as flying, continuous, a line line line line line line line line line line line line line line line line line line line line line line line line line line line line line line line line line line line line line line line line line line line line line line……
Degree of fast flying, soon finished writing, after writing, put down the pen and inkstone, turned to the main seat of the Yu Wang and the crowd again arched his hand, “There are words in the chest, not to vomit, the cost of His Highness a top quality paper, causing all the adults to laugh.”
After arching his hand, Zhu Pingan turned around and returned to his seat, the only remaining undried ink on the screen:
The Young Man’s Great Wisdom
The young man is wise then big wise, the young man is rich then big Ming rich; the young man is strong then big Ming strong, the young man is mighty then big Ming mighty; the young man is volatile then big Ming volatile; the young man is progressive then big Ming progress; the young man is victorious in the world, then big Ming flourish in the world; the young man is male in the world, then big Ming is male in the world. When the red sun rises, its path is bright. The river flows out of the ambush, and the ocean is flooded with water. The submerged dragon soars into the abyss, its scales and claws flying. The tiger whistles in the valley, and all the beasts are terrified. The falcon tries its wings, and the wind and dust open and close. The strange flower is first born, everlastingly elegant. The whetstone of the dry general is made. The sky wears its pale, the earth walks in its yellow. There is a thousand years in the past, and eight wastelands across the land. The future looks like the sea, and the days to come are long. The beauty of my young Ming is that I will never grow old with the sky! I am a young man of Daming, with the country without boundaries!
“Sizzling ……”
“Ah ……”
“This ……”
Before Zhu Pingan could return to his seat, an exclamation of shock rang out from the banquet.
The hall was filled with shock as soon as The Junior Da Ming Zhi came out!
Wang Yaozu and the others were all dumbfounded.
Not only them, all the people here were shocked, for a time, the entire banquet table except for the sound of gasping and exclaiming, there was no other sound.
One by one, it was as if they were caught up in the word, unable to extricate themselves.
Seeing the “Junior Daming Zhi”, Yu Wang could not help but lose his temper and leave the table and rise up, very excited.
