In Su Yunxi's mind, after 'Zhao Zilong' and 'Zhao Hao' overlapped, Zhao Hao's image further changed and his weight became heavier.
Su Yunxi was curious, with such a talent, could Zhao Zilong really be just a shopkeeper?
Are you really just a businessman?
Su Yunxi couldn't figure it out for a moment, but suddenly a trace of shame arose in her heart. Originally, she came from a scholarly family. Although she was a businessman, she was not a real businessman. She was only connected with Zhao Shan to gain a foothold in Luoyang.
The 'Zhao Zilong' in front of him is a real businessman, born as a merchant.
In a blink of an eye, the merchant turned into a talented poet and poet.
She felt that the identity of the other party may not be a simple businessman, but he may be investigating under the emperor's order, just under the banner of Shen Yuanqing.
Under such a gap, Su Yunxi's sense of superiority completely disappeared.
I just feel that the status gap is widening.
Su Yunxi was a little confused. She looked at Zhao Shan in the lobby in a daze. She didn't know what was going on in her mind.
Zhao Shan listened to the compliments in the lobby with a calm expression. He motioned to the people around him to be quiet, and then said some words of praise. Then he changed the subject and said: "Baihua Building is very lively, very good. Please continue. I have something to do. I'll take my leave. Got it!"
The madam saw it in her eyes, but she didn't want Zhao Shan to run away.
This is the sponsor’s father.
With Zhao Shan here, Baihua Building will have talkative resources and reputation, and it will become more lively.
The old bustard hurriedly said sincerely: "Young Master's poem "About to Enter the Wine" is unparalleled in its heroic spirit. Everyone here admires Young Master's poetic talent. Could you please please come up with another pen and ink so that you can admire it?"
Zhao Shan shook his head and said humbly: "My "Journey into the Wine" is just an occasional inspiration, not worth mentioning. I have little talent and knowledge, so there is no need to practice in front of all the sages."
The old bustard was anxious and said quickly: "If the young masters are all weak in talent and learning, who would dare to recite poems and compose poems?"
"Mr. Zhao, would you like to write another song?"
"Master Zhao rarely comes to Baihualou, how can he not write a poem? Master Zhao, please write another one."
Shouts came and went.
The scholars kept making noises, and Zhao Shan couldn't be let go anyway.
The old bustard looked like he was trying to please you, and continued: "Master Zhao's talent is as bright as the stars in the sky. His poetry is unparalleled. Everyone is extremely excited when you come to Baihua Tower. Please show me your mercy."
Zhao Shanqia raised his head and looked towards the elegant room at this time, and just saw Su Yunxi who was looking through the window of the elegant room.
When their eyes met, Su Yunxi avoided his eyes as if he was electrocuted.
Zhao Shan suddenly had an idea in his mind.
Just at this time, a slightly fat young man came out and said loudly: "Master Zhao, I am Luoyang Wang Laowu, I want to challenge you. I wrote a song "Red Sun", listen up."
"The curtain hooks are under the red sun, and it's cool on the table! The charming voice is chanting, shaking the bamboo branch tower!"
Wang Laowu looked calm and said confidently: "Master Zhao, please comment."
"Wang Laowu, get down."
Among the crowd, someone was the first to roar and taunted: "You want to be cool, you want to sing secretly, go back to find a woman, don't come here to make people laugh."
"Wang Laowu, get down."
Laughter and shouts came and went.
The old bustard also had a livid face and scolded: "Wang Laowu, if you make trouble again, you will not be allowed to come to Baihualou in the future. What kind of crooked poem did you do? You have disgraced Baihualou. Get out of here quickly."
Wang Laowu smiled and left.
The old bustard looked at Zhao Shan and hurriedly explained: "Young master, please don't be like Wang Laowu. He is a bastard who does whatever he likes with the help of his family's little money."
Zhao Shan was slapped and said with a smile: "You are so enthusiastic. If I refuse, it would be too unkind. Since Wang Laowu wrote a song called Red Sun, I will write a song called "Sunrise" and ask for your comments."
The old bustard became excited and said quickly: "Quick, quick, get a pen and paper."
The surrounding scholars looked expectant.
While Zhao Shan was waiting, he suddenly breathed and smelled the faint fragrance of jasmine.
But it was Su Yunxi who came down from the elegant room.
Su Yunxi walked to Zhao Shan's side, her eyes were soft, and she said calmly and generously: "Master Zhao, I will recite it for you."
Zhao Shan nodded and said, "I'm sorry to trouble you, Miss Su."
Wow! !
Countless people were talking around, and they all looked at Zhao Shan with even more admiration.
Because Zhao Shan is not only a talented poet, but also surrounded by beautiful flowers and family members. He is so happy.
Not long after, the attendants at Baihualou prepared pens, ink, paper and inkstones.
Zhao Shan stepped forward and wrote the two words "Sunrise" with his pen. The pen was powerful and penetrated the back of the paper. The font was thick and majestic.
Su Yunxi recited it immediately, her eyes looking forward to it.
When Zhao Shan was writing, Su Yunxi was also reciting in a cadence. Her voice was pleasant and clearly reached the ears of everyone in the lobby.
"The tide follows the dark waves and the snow-capped mountains fall, and the moon shines brightly when fishing boats are fishing in Yuanpu. The pine path is small across the bridge from the temple gate, and the sill is the spring with clear stone waves."
"The green trees and rivers are far away, and the sky is dawning, and the sea is misty and red, and the sun is clear. Looking at the clouds on all sides and the water, there are thousands of green peaks on the green peaks."
Zhao Shan started writing, and Su Yunxi just finished reading.
There are no heroic and magnificent sentences in the whole poem, but it is eloquently described, depicting the scene of the sunrise and describing the beautiful picture.
The artistic conception is beautiful and amazing.
The madam felt a little regretful after seeing it. "Sunrise" was indeed good, but it was inferior to "Journey into the Wine".
Even so, the old bustard said happily: "Mr. Zhao's "Sunrise" is as delicate as a scroll and as beautiful as a scroll. What a poem! What a poem!"
The people below all praised it.
Just amidst the touting, some people began to put forward different opinions.
"Zhao Gongzi's "Sunrise" can be said to be a poem above the standard, and it is also very good. However, compared with "Journey into the Wine", I think it is much inferior. There is a difference in terms of momentum and courage."
"This poem is indeed a bit inferior."
"The poem "About to Enter the Wine" is full of heroism and grandeur. Such a poem that has been passed down through the ages cannot be written casually."
One by one they kept discussing.
"No, this song "Sunrise" is not simple."
Suddenly, Su Yunxi's eyes lit up, with an expression of surprise on her face, and she said loudly: "Reading "Sunrise" one way, it is the scene of the rising red sun. Reading it backwards, it is not bad at all, and it is the poem "Sunset"."
"Qinghong counts thousands of green peaks, and the water touches the clouds and looks far away."
"The sun is clear, the sea is covered with red mist, and the river is green with trees at dawn."
"The clear wave stone eye is the threshold. The path is across the bridge from Songmen Temple."
"Fishing in boats and fishing ponds in the bright moon is far away, and the snowy waves in the mountains are darkly following the tide."
After Su Yunxi recited it, he was even more shocked when he saw Zhao Shan's eyes, and praised: "The artistic conception when reading it backwards is not confusing, and there are no problems. This is the most brilliant thing."
Wow! !
There was shock in the hall.
Many scholars read it in turn and looked at Zhao Shan with extremely surprised eyes. Sure enough, this is the style of Zhao Hao and Zhao Zilong. How could Mr. Zhao be wrong?
Countless people looked at Zhao Shan, and their eyes turned to admiration.
"Young Master Zhao is really amazing, I can't even match him."
"Mr. Zhao, I am willing to pay one thousand taels of silver for this handwriting of yours."
"A thousand taels of silver is nothing. I, Wang Laowu, will be willing to make friends with Mr. Zhao if I give you three thousand taels of silver."
Countless people started looting.
The old bustard also reacted instantly. She looked like an old hen protecting her young and said loudly: "The poems Mr. Zhao wrote in Baihua Tower are naturally the first choice to be placed in Baihua Tower."
She looked at Zhao Shan and said eagerly: "Young Master, Baihua Tower will offer you 10,000 taels of silver to purchase this handwriting of yours. Please ask Young Master Zhao to complete Baihua Tower."
boom! !
The people in Baihua Tower were completely shocked.
The faces of the scholars in Baihualou showed shock. A handwritten calligraphy of 10,000 taels of silver, placed on an ordinary person, was money that could not be earned in several lifetimes.
The madam of Baihualou spent thousands of taels of silver.
When Su Yunxi heard what the madam said, she looked at Zhao Shan's calligraphy on the desk. The calligraphy was very good, and the poem had a unique artistic conception.
This kind of poem can be read back and forth, and it has two artistic conceptions of sunrise and sunset. This is the first time she has seen such a good poem.
Su Yunxi also wants it.
However, he was too embarrassed to speak, so he could only watch helplessly.
Zhao Shan heard the words around him, picked up the words with dried ink, and said humbly: "I am ashamed to accept your kindness. It's just that my poems are not valuable, and there is no need to sell them."
"Besides, this calligraphy has an owner."
Zhao Shanrou looked at Su Yunxi with bright eyes, smiled and said: "Miss Su, I give you this calligraphy."
