Seeing this, Murong Fu didn't argue with him: "Brother Zhao, I'm really not good at composing lyrics. Why don't you compose a random poem on the spot? I hope Brother Zhao can taste it for you."
To be honest, Murong Fu remembered too few poems by his predecessors, but he remembered a lot of catchy poems, which he could use to fool him.
In fact, with his literary background, he could compose a few original lyrics on the spot, but to convince this talented person, I'm afraid he doesn't have the ability, so he can only learn from the famous works of his predecessors in the Ming and Qing Dynasties.
Murong Fu stood up and looked at a calligraphy and painting in the hall. He saw that the painting was painted with green graphite bamboo. The brushstrokes were strong and the bamboo branches were tough. Although it was not a masterpiece, it could be regarded as a rare masterpiece.
After looking at the calligraphy and painting, Murong Fu meditated for a moment and recited: "Stick to the green mountains and never relax, the roots are still in the broken rocks; they are still strong despite being struck by the east, west, north and south."
This is a poem on a painting. There are no obscure words. The language of the whole poem is popular and innovative. Not only does it make sense and interesting to read, but the noble sentiments implicitly expressed in it are also vivid in the poetic meaning.
"'Thousands of blows, but still strong, no matter how strong the wind is from east to west, north or south', the words are sonorous and powerful, very good, very wonderful!"
Li Gefei was honest throughout his life and never associated with corrupt officials. It can be said that he truly achieved the character of a scholar who stood proudly like a green bamboo and never followed the crowd. To him, this poem was simply a masterpiece. He wished he could mention it immediately. This calligraphy and painting has been collected like a family heirloom ever since.
As for Li Gefei, Zhao Mingcheng was stunned and speechless for a long time.
Although this poem is not very stunning, it is easy to understand and catchy enough to be widely spread to later generations. On this basis alone, he lost.
Li Qingzhao was once again amazed by Murong Fu's talent. Her beautiful eyes looked at him with admiration. If her father and outsiders hadn't been present, she would have jumped into his arms.
"Brother Zhao, you're showing off your embarrassment!"
Murong Fu only wished he didn't have a folding fan in his hand, otherwise he would be more powerful at this moment.
Zhao Mingcheng suddenly felt frustrated, raised his hands and left sadly.
However, as soon as he took a few steps, he seemed to have thought of something, and stopped again, and said to Li Qingzhao: "Miss Li, tonight a group of talented people and beauties in Kyoto will hold a poetry meeting on the painting boat of Jinshui River, and we sincerely invite Miss Li to attend. !”
Li Qingzhao glanced at Murong Fu and said quietly: "It depends on the situation!"
If Murong Fu was not here, she would definitely have participated in some poetry gathering and communicated with many talented people and beauties. But with Murong Fu accompanying her, she only wanted to enjoy the pleasure of fish and water.
Zhao Mingcheng knew that Li Qingzhao was going to accompany Murong Fu, so he left in a depressed mood.
After Zhao Mingcheng left, Li Qingzhao took Murong Fu's arm affectionately and asked, "Fu Lang, do you want to go tonight?"
Murong Fu saw that she was a little moved, hesitated for a moment, nodded and said: "I have nothing to do, so let's go and take a look!"
In fact, he was not a scholar and poet, and he really had no interest in reciting poems. But seeing that Li Qingzhao wanted to go, he reluctantly agreed.
Sure enough, after hearing his words, Li Qingzhao's eyes brightened a bit.
After agreeing on the wedding date with Li Qingzhao, Li Gefei also had a lot of things to deal with in advance, so he left the two of them and went to work.
Murong Fu and Li Qingzhao returned to her small courtyard. After a while, their feelings for each other faded away, and it was soon evening.
Li Qingzhao lay lazily on Murong Fu's back, feeling so tired that he suddenly didn't want to go.
However, thinking that after marrying Murong Fu, she would live with him in Yanziwu and Peach Blossom Island, she still wanted to participate in this hard-won poetry gathering before leaving.
After Li Qingzhao dressed up, the two left the Li Mansion.
Li Qingzhao dressed up specially tonight, wearing an emerald green double-breasted waist-length undershirt, with a slender waist and a ribbon holding the ends of his hair. He had a scholarly elegance and a scholarly atmosphere like a lady.
No matter where they pass by, the combination of the two walking side by side will always attract the attention of passers-by. After all, handsome men and beautiful women are very attractive wherever they go, especially those with such good temperaments as Murong Fu and Li Qingzhao , the two of them stood together, just like a beautiful couple.
Since there is no curfew in Bianliang Kyoto, it is still lively even at night, and there are always people on the road.
You can even see many sedan chairs passing by, bustling with traffic, and really rich and prosperous.
Seeing Murong Fu looking at those sedan chairs, Li Qingzhao explained: "Those are the sedan chairs of brothel girls. Every time the literati gather, they like to invite those prostitutes to sing and dance to entertain and cultivate their sentiments."
Originally, Murong Fu was worried that Li Qingzhao would be tired from walking and wanted to rent a sedan to travel around. After hearing what she said, he gave up the idea instantly.
After walking all the way, Jinshui River was farther than Murong Fu imagined, and it took more than an hour to reach it.
Jinshui River is one of the four rivers in Kyoto. Because of its clear water quality, it is named "Jinshui". Because Jinshui River has a far-reaching source and merges with Yong'an Qinglong River, it is also called "Tianyuan".
Even the water source of Jinmingchi comes from the Jinshui River.
When Murong Fu and Li Qingzhao arrived, the shore was already crowded with small merchants and hawkers, and there were countless boats and boats in the lake. There were as many lanterns as stars in the sky. This made Murong Fu think of a sentence that was later widely recited. of poetry.
Two people dressed as guards came over and asked about Li Qingzhao's identity. After confirming her identity, they invited her to board the ship. Murong Fu, as an accompanying person, could board the ship together.
After the two of them got on a small boat from the lake, the boatman rowed towards the largest painting boat in the middle of the river.
Li Qingzhao took Murong Fu to sit down and explained to him: "The two people just now should be the guards of King Duan. King Duan was obsessed with literature, especially calligraphy and painting. He was present in almost every gathering of literati. When he heard After I like the words and chapters, I will copy them in calligraphy.”
"Speaking of this Prince Duan's calligraphy, it's really amazing..."
Seeing that Li Qingzhao spoke highly of this King Duan, Murong Fu also felt strange. After all, the decline of the Northern Song Dynasty began with this person, and the thin golden body that was praised to heaven in later generations was also this King Duan, the future Emperor Huizong. Invented?
Murong Fu wanted to laugh a little when he thought that when Emperor Zhezong died half a year later, this same person would succeed him to the throne.
The Song Dynasty had such an emperor, which would have a natural advantage for him in future affairs.
Although Emperor Zhezong was lustful, he at least advocated foreign affairs. Not only did he capture Qingtang half a year ago, he also defeated the Xixia army in two battles of Pingxia City. If his life was not short-lived, Murong Fu would have secretly given it to him. He gave some medicine.
