After hearing Jiang Han's words, several people in the room had different reactions.
Zhongli's face was full of smiles. He wanted to see how this boy's poems turned out when he got serious.
If Jiang Han can write a poem that is not inferior to "Moyu'er", it shows that his talent is far above that of the four great masters of Yunmeng, and is even as talented as those of Jinshi.
Yin Tingli's eyes darkened slightly, this boy is really arrogant! It seemed like he couldn't hear his own sarcasm at all.
Yuan Bin also looked like he was watching a good show.
Jiang Han said: "Since there are ten miles of plum blossoms here, the boy wrote a poem with the plum blossoms as the theme."
As soon as these words were spoken, several people in the room were stunned.
Another theme of plum blossoms?
The poem on the plum blossom painting is based on plum blossoms, which is considered a masterpiece.
And now Jiang Han still wants to write another plum blossom poem? !
You know, no matter how talented a person is, it is difficult to create two poems that can be considered masterpieces on one thing.
Excellent works are rare. It is normal for a person to see a certain kind of flower and suddenly be inspired to compose an excellent piece. However, if a person composes two excellent works with a certain kind of flower as the theme, it is not only rare in the world, but also extremely rare. .
What's more, the second song is even better than the first!
Yin Tingli was stunned for a moment, then sneered in his heart, this boy is not only shameless in his talk, but also arrogant!
Confucian Zhongli couldn't help but said: "You have already written about plum blossoms, why not change the topic?"
Jiang Han smiled and said, "No need, Master Zhongli will let me think about it for a while."
Scholar Zhongli stroked his beard and said with a smile: "Okay! I'm all ears!"
Jiang Han walked towards the window and looked at the plum blossoms in the back mountain with a thoughtful expression on his face.
At this time, Qin Muqing also came to the door with his maid Qingping. She was also interested in appreciating plum blossoms on a whim. After appreciating for a while, Qinping came to report that her uncle had been blocked by a master.
Although Miss Qin doesn't like Jiang Han, she is a member of the Qin family after all. How can she allow others to humiliate her? He came with Qingping in a hurry.
As soon as he entered the door, he saw several people in the room.
"Lord Zhongli, Mr. Zhou Yuan." Miss Qin hurriedly gathered her skirt as a courtesy.
"No need to be polite to my niece!" Zhongli said with a smile.
"Miss Qin, you are here just in time. Mr. Jiang is preparing to compose a poem with plum blossoms!" Mr. Zhou Yuan also smiled and nodded.
Qin Muqing glanced at the people present and Jiang Han standing by the window, and guessed that she was really not interested in writing poetry, so he wanted to say something for the occasion, and said with a smile: "Zhou Yuanjun, this academy has a lot of troubles." The plum blossoms are really full of brilliance. This situation is perfect for writing poems."
As soon as these words came out, Zhongli Wuyou and Zhou Shanhai both smiled.
But Yuan Bin couldn't help laughing.
Qin Muqing glared at him: "Why are you laughing!"
Yuan Bin quickly waved his hands and said: "No, it's okay!"
This Qin Chong cannot afford to offend him! I still remember that I tried to conquer her by committing suicide, but she hung me up with a rope for two days and two nights, during which I was whipped frequently.
Now when I see this big female insect, my calves feel weak!
When Yin Tingli saw Qin Muqing, she raised her eyebrows. Qin Muqing was really beautiful, but it was a pity that he was too rough! And I really don’t understand anything about poetry and poetry.
Jiang Han naturally didn't know what these people were thinking. The reason why he looked at the plum blossoms outside the window and meditated was not thinking about how to write a poem, but which one to copy.
There are so many excellent works by Yong Mei!
It’s really hard to decide which song to choose!
But his thoughtful and frowning expression had different interpretations in everyone's eyes.
Zhongli was looking forward to it, but Yin Tingli was sneering in his heart. He was such an ignorant boy, bragging and not drafting! Let's see how you end up.
Yuan Bin wanted to laugh at him, but he thought that Qin Muqing was in the room. If he offended her, he would definitely get a beating!
As for Qin Muqing, his eyes widened and he thought: Why do you still need to compose a poem when sending an invitation?
Jiang Han suddenly said: "With plum as the title...well, I have it!"
After saying that, he turned around with a puff of sleeves and said with a smile: "Jiang picked up a piece of seven rhymes in his hand. Zhongli, the great scholar, don't make fun of the boy for his bad work."
Zhongli Wuyou smiled and said, "Hurry up!"
Jiang Han slowly recited: "All the fragrances are swaying, and they are blooming alone, occupying the small garden with all the charm."
After reading these two lines of poetry, Master Zhongli nodded slightly, Lord Zhou Yuan stroked his beard and smiled, while Yin Tingli raised his eyebrows.
Although these two poems are not outstanding, they are acceptable.
Jiang Han paced slowly, looking at the plum blossoms outside the window, and chanted: "The sparse shadows are slanting across the clear water, and the faint fragrance is floating in the moonlight dusk."
As soon as these two sentences came out, the beautiful scene of "the shadows of plum blossoms slanting horizontally, the fragrance floating, and the moonlight shining lightly" appeared in everyone's minds.
Zhongli's eyes lit up and he couldn't help but cheer in a low voice: "What a poem!"
The expressions of others also changed drastically.
Although these two sentences do not contain the word "plum", they use the words "sparse shadow" and "dark fragrance" to describe the posture of plum blossoms, depicting a beautiful picture of plum blossoms in everyone's hearts.
Jiang Han said loudly: "The frost bird steals its eyes when it wants to come down, and the white butterfly is like a knowing soul."
"Fortunately, we can have sex with each other even if we sing slightly, and we don't need to share gold bottles with sandalwood boards."
After reciting a poem of seven rhymes, Confucian Zhongli immediately stood up, with a surprised look on his face, his eyes shining, and said: "What a poem, what a poem! This poem is truly the number one among the works of praising plum blossoms throughout the ages!"
If they had heard such a comment before, the people present would have scoffed. However, after hearing this poem, they felt that it was worthy of such a comment.
Qin Muqing pretended to appreciate it with a smile on his face, and clapped his hands and said: "What a poem, what a poem!"
She didn't actually know why it was a good poem. But firstly, she couldn't understand a single word of the poem, so it must be good. Secondly, Zhongli, the Confucian scholar, had already said it, so how could this poem be so bad?
Zhou Yuanjun's face was full of excitement, and he couldn't help but clapped his hands and said: "The sparse shadows are slanting across the clear water, and the faint fragrance floats in the moonlit dusk... Beautiful, so beautiful! As soon as these two sentences come out, I'm afraid Dayu's poem about plum blossoms will be replaced by It’s so disgraceful!”
Yin Tingli looked at Jiang Han in disbelief. If this poem had been written by a great Confucian, he would have applauded loudly at this moment, but this poem was written by a student younger than him!
This made him feel a strong sense of frustration!
Yuan Bin smiled bitterly and said: "Yuan just thought that Brother Jiang was frivolous and arrogant, but he didn't expect that what Brother Jiang said was actually true. He actually despised Brother Jiang!"
Jiang Han accepted it as soon as he saw it, and said: "Jiang only has merit in his poetry, and I still need to learn from you for the rest."
After saying that, he looked at Zhongli Wuyou, cupped his hands and said, "I want to name this poem "To Lord Zhongli Wuyou". I wonder what Confucianism means?"
Upon hearing this, the smile on Zhongli Wuyou's face became even stronger. This boy... is so lovable!
