Of course Jiang Han didn't know Zhongli Wuyou's identity, but he could tell from the look on his cheap father-in-law's face that his status was not low.
So he immediately invited people in and put away the books on the table.
Zhongli Wuyou took out a scroll and said with a smile, "Then I'll bother my nephew."
After saying that, he handed the scroll to Jiang Han.
Jiang Han opened the scroll on the desk, and what he saw was a picture of plum blossoms.
The picture shows a vigorous and tall old plum tree, with its branches extending upward from the lower right. The branches are in full bloom, and the flowers are numerous and numerous. They are full of life and strong.
Even Jiang Han, who didn't know how to draw, couldn't help but be attracted by the ink flowers on the painting. His eyes lit up and he said, "What a painting!"
Qin Zhong, who was standing next to him, couldn't help being surprised when he saw this painting: Zhongli, a great scholar, was known as a master of both poetry and painting, and was especially good at painting plum blossoms. A painting of plum blossoms in Kyoto can be sold for two to three thousand taels of silver... So if Jiang Han's poem is not good and the painting is ruined, it will be a loss of two to three thousand taels!
Zhongli Wuyou smiled and said: "Leave this painting here for now. My nephew, I will think about it carefully. I will come back to pick up the painting tomorrow morning."
Composing poems and writing lyrics is not as simple as imagined. As the saying goes, "It takes three years to acquire two sentences, and two sentences to shed tears once recited." A poem often requires a long time of thinking to complete.
Zhongli Wuyou said that he would pick up the painting tomorrow, so naturally he only had one night for Jiang Han to think about it.
Jiang Han was stunned: "Will you pick it up tomorrow morning?"
Zhongli Wuyou stroked his beard and said with a smile: "One night is not enough? In that case, I will come back to pick up the painting the day after tomorrow."
Confucian Zhongli thought for a while. Since ancient times, there have been countless poems praising plum blossoms, and naturally there is no shortage of excellent works. As a result, it will be difficult for future generations to write a poem praising plum blossoms that is different from the predecessors.
Although this young man has produced masterpieces such as "Touching Fish", he may have thought about it for a long time before writing it, and one night was indeed too hasty.
Jiang Han shook his head and said with a smile: "Mr. Zhongli misunderstood me. Jiang means that he can compose poems now without even one night."
As soon as these words came out, Zhongli Wuyou was surprised. Can he write a poem now? This kid actually wants to compose a poem on the spot?
Is this guy just trusting someone, or is he really capable?
Qin Zhong was also surprised, but he remembered that his song "Touching Fish" took less than half an hour from the topic to the completion.
Zhongli Wuyou said: "Oh, my nephew has come up with the idea so quickly?"
Jiang Han smiled faintly: "No need to think about it, you can just pick it up at your fingertips."
After saying that, he picked up the brush from the table.
At this moment, Qin Muqing came to the door with his maid Qingping.
She had frightened Jiang Han in the morning, and she became more and more angry after going back.
This kid simply doesn’t take himself seriously!
I broke a stool with my bare hands in front of him, hoping to scare him away.
Who would have thought that not only did this kid not escape, he actually dared to flirt with himself like that!
In Qin Muqing's view, this was simply provoking himself! Absolutely abominable! Absolutely abominable!
But when I calmed down and thought about it, those young gentlemen in the past were so scared that they pissed themselves off and turned pale when they were frightened by her.
Not only did Jiang Han not scare him away, he even dared to confess his love in public. He was simply teasing himself with his life!
From the looks of it, that guy has quite a bit of backbone!
Qin Muqing became curious about Jiang Han. So curious, he sent someone to inquire about the boy's deeds.
When I inquired about it, I found out that the boy was a poor scholar, his family was living in poverty, and he had failed several children's examinations, but he could become the leader of that literary meeting.
Qin Muqing became even more curious.
Hearing that the boy had been hiding in the house all day, Miss Qin took Qingping to see what the boy was doing.
Qin Zhong frowned when he saw his daughter. She had scared Jiang Han in the morning, but he still dared to come here before he could even settle the score with her! Are you planning to hit someone again?
"Mu Qing! What are you doing here!" Qin Zhong shouted in a low voice.
"Let me see that person." Qin Muqing saw his father present and was afraid of his majesty. He lowered his head, but looked at Zhongli Wuyou beside Qin Zhong, thinking, who is this person?
Zhongli Wuyou also glanced at Qin Muqing, and his heart moved slightly. Is this Qin Zhong's daughter? There is a sense of heroism!
Jiang Han also saw Qin Muqing, but Qin Zhong was here at this time, and he was not afraid that Qin Muqing would use force against him again.
Just as he was about to start writing, he thought of something and said, "Mr. Zhongli, Jiang's handwriting is not very good-looking. I'm afraid it will ruin your painting."
This is true. He had never practiced calligraphy in his previous life. How could his handwriting be legible?
If I let him write, I'm afraid the painting would be ruined!
But when these few words came to Qin Muqing's ears, he thought that the man was afraid and did not dare to write.
When she came just now, she heard clearly what Jiang Han said!
Although Qin Muqing fell asleep as soon as he read, he was forced by Qin Zhong to learn the rhythm of poetry. He knew that writing poetry was not that easy, and "there is no need to formulate ideas, you can just pick them up at your fingertips." He was so bragging!
Pooh!
Now that you don’t dare to write, are you looking for excuses?
So, Qin Muqing smiled and said: "That's okay, I'll write it for you and you can just read it!"
With that said, she walked over and grabbed the pen from Jiang Han's hand.
A gust of fragrant wind came, making Jiang Han feel slightly in a trance. Then the palms of the two touched each other. Jiang Han felt as warm and soft as jade, and he couldn't help but feel a slight movement in his heart.
How could such a soft hand break a stone stool?
Jiang Han said, "Then Miss Qin will be troubled."
Qin Zhong thought Qin Muqing was going to cause trouble, and was about to scold her. He was relieved when he saw that she actually picked up the pen and made a good writing posture.
Zhongli Daru looked at it with a smile. This young couple was quite interesting.
Jiang Han looked at the plum blossoms on the paper, pondered for a moment, then smiled and said, "I have it."
Qin Muqing cursed: How many months have you had it? It's not my lady's.
Master Zhongli also looked at Jiang Han expectantly.
Jiang Han said: "Miss Qin, please write."
He looked up at the window and chanted slowly:
"The tree at the head of the pond where I wash my inkstones."
Qin Muqing hurriedly wrote down. Although she didn't like reading, she was forced to practice calligraphy for several years. Her handwriting was beautiful and beautiful.
Zhongli Wuyou's expression did not change after hearing the first sentence. This sentence is simple and straightforward, and anyone can make it.
"The flowers are blooming with faint ink marks." Jiang Han chanted the second sentence.
Zhongli Wuyou secretly sighed in his heart, it's a cliché!
Qin Zhong couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. These two sentences were far from the opening two sentences of "Touching Fish".
The opening two sentences of "Touching Fish" are shocking, but these two sentences are ordinary.
Jiang Han waved his sleeves and said loudly:
"Don't let people praise you for your good colors."
"Leave only pure energy to fill the universe!"
After the last two sentences fell, Zhongli Wuyou's eyes suddenly lit up, his face was filled with excitement, and he praised loudly: "Good poem, good poem!"
He was in a very happy mood. Although this poem praised plum blossoms, was it not praising him?
Although Zhongli the Great Scholar had heard countless flatteries in his life, this poem really touched his heart!
