Xu Baozhong scratched his head and asked Fang Wei if he had achieved a great success. Fang Wei rolled his eyes and said, "You know I don't like this kind of situation. I just accept the occasion casually."
After saying that, he found paper and pen to write, but it was a stroke imitating Huizong's thin gold style, but it was like cutting gold and breaking iron, without any show, Zhao Tuo couldn't help but raise his eyebrows. See him write:
The golden wind ripples the willow branches, and a lake adds sand on both sides.
I will still be a guest when I return tomorrow, whose home is hidden in the maple forest.
"Hey, there is indeed a poem, but I have to write it!" Xu Baozhong was aroused by him and felt itchy. Putting down the pen and paper, he looked left and right. Zhao Tuo and others didn't know what he was looking for, so he said nothing and turned around to the pavilion to bring out half a jar of wine.
Xu Baozhong picked up the wine jar with a smile and drank half of it in one go. Suddenly he heard the faint sound of a flute coming from somewhere in the distance. Everyone was turning their heads to find the source. Xu Baozhong put down the wine jar, wiped his mouth, and wrote with a pen. : "Autumn wind, autumn water, autumn mood..."
Fang Wei sneered: "If you can't write it, you don't have to make do with it!"
Xu Baozhong ignored it and continued to write: "...I will go back to Beijing next year."
"Huh?" Fang Wei was surprised: "Brother, are you going back home?"
"I have to go back for small things at home. Fortunately, the journey is not far, so I can go back as soon as I go!" Xu Baozhong continued to write: "I envy the gulls and herons of Sha Ting. A pair of facing each other evokes the sound of the stream."
This Moon Holding Pavilion is fan-shaped, with a rounded spot in the middle." Spring water gurgled out of the Moon Pond, forming a small stream that flowed into the East Lake. This winding stream was called "Painting Creek."
At this time, a pair of egrets happened to be standing opposite each other by the stream. Fang Wei cheered: "Good poem, rare scene blending, vivid and interesting!"
However, Zhao Tuo feels that the most wonderful thing is Xu Baozhong's calligraphy. The whole running script has the style of Huang (Tingjian) and Mi (Fu) of the former Song Dynasty, but more free and elegant.
Unexpectedly, he didn’t put down the pen, but there was another one behind him! It wasn't until Xu Baozhong wrote two more poems that he put down his pen and reached out to pick up the wine jar again. Someone had already grabbed the poem and read the whole poem loudly:
Autumn wind, autumn water, autumn mood, I will come back to Beijing next year.
But I envy the gulls and herons of Shading. They look at each other in pairs and draw the sound of the stream.
Where can I find fluff in the world? The sound of flute lingers around the green jing.
Young people love Donghukuo the most, so why did Jin Xiao lose his favor?
A piece of neon dance is too clear, and the sky wind blows down the immortal chant.
If there is no idle grass in Penglai Hall, I would like to turn it into a flag pole and listen to it for eternity!
"What a poem, what a poem!" There were cheers from all around, and many people came over to admire his calligraphy. "Brother Wuyun, you have really become more and more sophisticated in your wording! I wonder where you got this understanding from?" Deng Xun asked loudly in surprise.
Xu Baozhong put down the wine jar in his hand, turned back with a smile, winked and said, "If I say that I have seen beauties singing and dancing and learned about calligraphy from it, can you believe me?" Everyone burst into laughter.
Deng Xun was angry and pointed with his halberd: "There are such songs and dances but you don't take me with you. You are such a person who values sex over friends. I remember it. When you come to take the exam next year, I will block the door of your inn to ask for your money back." This round!"
At this time, someone said that Han Huizhi's poems were also available. Everyone calmed down to listen and saw him saying: "Did you hear that Xu Wuyun is returning to his hometown? It is boring without your calligraphy in winter. I would like to use this poem as a farewell." As a gift." After saying this, he read:
The unicorns in the sky are auspicious, and the dragons and phoenixes are shining brightly beside the sun.
How can I repay good wishes by writing poems? I am ashamed of the lack of Qiongju and kudzu vines.
Zhao Tuo frowned when he heard this, and Liu Funian almost laughed out loud and said in a low voice: "The fact that this prison student is so popular shows that he has some skills, but his poetry skills are really hard to praise."
Fang Wei clapped his hands twice in agreement and said with a sneer: "Hui Zhi is a good man and has both sides. Although he is young, he has many connections with the big guys of the day. Some people flatter him just for this reason." "
Zhao Tuo and Liu Funian looked at each other and asked in his ear: "Then, brother, why did you come to this poetry meeting?"
"There is wine, it's that simple!" Fang Wei looked at the stunned Zhao Tuo and grinned: "Free wine, it would be a shame not to drink it!"
"Exactly, exactly, it would be a pity not to drink!" Xu Baozhong, whose face was red from drinking, added with a smile of "hehe".
"Hey, by the way, I met with Han that day (Han Changzi)
There is also a man named Wei Congxi in one place. "Zhao Tuo suddenly thought of this person.
"Oh, Brother Zidan (Wei Congxi's nickname), he is indifferent and will not come to this kind of poetry gathering, not even for free drinks!" Fang Wei told Zhao Tuo, and then slapped his forehead. :
"I almost left my dear brother behind. Now that I'm here, I'll make peace with it. Can I write a song for fun?"
"Well, I really can't handle my handwriting." Zhao Tuo smiled sheepishly: "I'll make you laugh out loud if I put it in front of you. How about I read it and ask Mr. Liu to write it for you?"
Xu Baozhong laughed loudly, nodded repeatedly and said, "Dear brother, are you so frightened? Don't be afraid! If you really don't want to write it yourself, you can just ask Lao Liu to write it for you. As long as it is your own poem and your own intention, that's fine!"
Zhao Tuo then clasped his fists and said, "You're showing off your embarrassment." Liu Funian spread out the paper, held a pen in his hand, and wrote after hearing him speak:
The long embankment is unable to contain the smoke, and the willow silk is soft in the wind and the apricot tips are hanging.
The most pity for the lake scenery is in autumn, where the flute is played in several places to celebrate the fate of the world.
"Hey, although Brother Long Xian is young, he unexpectedly has a poetic artistic conception. Very good, very good, Han likes it!" After hearing Xu Baozhong's introduction, Han Chang nodded in surprise.
"Ha, this kind of poem also has artistic conception? Han Hui's name is so famous, but it doesn't fit in!" Suddenly a loud voice said.
Almost everyone turned around in unison, wanting to see who was messing around there. Who would have thought that there was only a fisherman in a raincoat and a bamboo hat holding a fishing rod by the water's edge, but no one else.
Because the topic involved Zhao Tuo, Liu Funian frowned and took a step forward, but the little emperor shook his head slightly without saying a word. He had no choice but to stop and glance back at the guards not far away who seemed to be watching the fun.
The guard looked at him and moved behind the fisherman calmly.
The reason why he was not angry was that Zhao Tuo's poem was intentionally written as a soft sentimental poem. He could see that Han Chang's bow to him was just out of sympathy for this unknown "child of Zhili". .
Although what the voice said sounded like it was commenting on his own poem, it was actually mocking Han Chang's flattery. Zhao Tuo found it very interesting and planned to see what the embarrassed Han Chang would do next.
"Who's talking nonsense over there?"
"That's right, if you don't understand poetry, just shut up. If you have the skills, go to the Imperial College and show us!"
"Hey, some people are afraid that the grapes will be sour because they can't eat them. They just have a villain mentality."
"Haha, I don't know who is hiding so secretly that he doesn't even dare to tell his name! Could it be someone like Wu Dalang?"
"Hey, forget it, we hold a poetry meeting and a toad comes out and crows twice, it's no big deal!"
Everyone spoke up for Han Chang, and most of them either looked at each other or chose to remain silent. Zhao Tuo saw everyone's performance in his eyes and enjoyed it with relish.
Finally, when Han Chang saw that the voice didn't say anything again, he felt that the other person must have drowned in spit, and his face became happy again:
"Everyone, everyone, don't worry so much. We scholars should be lenient and benevolent. Why should we retaliate? Come on, come on, let's continue!"
What he said was so high-sounding that even Zhao Tuo was secretly surprised and nodded slightly, thinking that this man was able to win so many fans, so it turned out that he was quite magnanimous.
So the poetry meeting resumed, and several more people published their own works, and the atmosphere became lively again.
As an older scholar stood up to write a poem, Zhao Tuo remembered that this man seemed to be at the inn that day but didn't speak much, so he said: "This brother is so good. If you don't know, you might think he is Wugong Sheng." .”
"You're half right." Fang Wei smiled: "His name is Zhou Wu, also known as Fengzhi. His father is Zhou Yande, a fellow commander of Yulin Town. He taught him martial arts since he was a child, but he refused to fight to the death and went away. The Way of the Scribes.
Zhou Fengzhi has a younger brother named Zhou Gong. The two brothers took the exam together. The younger brother has already been in high school and is now a censor. My brother failed the exam twice in a row, and he couldn't hold himself up at home.
Now it is his third time to go to Beijing. I hope he can get his wish this year! "After speaking, he sighed softly. Zhao Tuo agreed and felt that
Fang said that this person was very kind-hearted.
At this time, Zhou Wu's text had been written, and the host held it up and read loudly:
Thousands of willow trees reflect the horizon, and the green belt of the long embankment surrounds the fan pavilion.
The fragrance of osmanthus spreads across the sky, and the dew falls under the shade of hibiscus.
The young man is tired of drinking, and the old cicada is powerless and chirping.
Drunkly watching the distant mountains and the sky, can the lake be renewed next autumn?
"What a poem!" Zhao Tuo's eyes lit up and he called out softly. The crowd was already applauding, and even Liu Funian was surprised: "I didn't expect that such a dark and strong-looking person could write such a poem. I really didn't expect it!"
Zhou Wu bowed to everyone repeatedly. Zhao Tuo saw that he was speechless and just thanked him. Suddenly, his heart moved and the smile disappeared from his face.
Just as he turned his head, Eunuch Liu had already stepped forward and heard the emperor whispering in his ear in a very low voice: "Go to the Ministry of Rites and read the papers this person took the last exam. Don't disturb anyone!"
"yes!"
"Hahaha...! It's so funny. This one is just slightly better than the previous ones. You actually make it sound like Wang Mojie (Wang Wei) is reborn and He Jizhen (He Zhizhang) is reunited. It's really funny!" That one! The sound came again.
This time everyone can be sure that it is the fisherman who is laughing. You can see that the fishing rod in his hand is still shaking! Immediately, several scholars angrily went over to argue with others, and some even wanted to roll up their sleeves and come forward.
Liu Funian glanced at Zhao Tuo and saw him smiling and watching with his arms folded, but he didn't make any move. He just secretly recruited two guards to come up and protect him. Literary men usually don't take action when they start a fight. Zhao Tuo understood this and stayed where he was.
I saw that the fisherman had slowly stood up, and everyone around him suddenly became less arrogant. It turned out that no one noticed him while he was sitting. When he stood up, he realized that this man was actually a head taller than the others, and his expression was calm and unflustered.
While picking up the fish basket and fishing rod on the ground, he smacked his lips: "Oh! I can't catch any fish, and I have to be hungry again tonight. It's really annoying!"
You guys have been chirping here for half a day. If there is a good song or half, someone can chew it for half a night. Well, now, I have wasted so much time and only ended up laughing, which made my belly even hungrier! "
"Stay here, don't leave!" Several soldiers opened their arms to stop him aggressively.
"It's strange. I came in when the morning bell rang in the Emperor's Imperial City, and the imperial army didn't stop me. What reason do you have to stop me?" The fisherman showed no fear.
"What's the reason for your slow words (speechless words) over and over again?"
"That's right, if you say that others are not doing well, come up with a good one and let us see!"
Everyone started arguing again and again. Liu Funian frowned: "These people are unreasonable. How can they be punished for their words? This fisherman is the same. What did he mix with other people's poems? It's hard to escape now."
"Not necessarily." Zhao Tuo smiled. Seeing Liu Funian's confusion, he explained softly: "Although this man wears short clothes and hemp shoes, do you think his hands and feet look like a fisherman?"
Liu Funian took a look and smiled: "So he's the same as us?"
"So let's wait and see, maybe the drama behind it will be even more exciting!"
As soon as Zhao Tuo finished speaking, he heard the "big voice" wave his hands and said: "Okay, okay, according to your wishes, do you want me to write a poem like this and then let me go?"
"Of course!" several voices replied.
"But someone with such knowledge as Mr. Wu Zhu has done something vulgar, don't laugh at me!"
Everyone waved their hands: "Don't laugh, don't laugh!"
"There's nothing in my stomach, not even half a grain of rice. I'm dizzy but can't do anything."
Those few who suppressed their laughter thought that this guy was scared and wanted to see his joke, so they said, "We have some fish meat and water and wine here. There is not much left. Can you make do with it?"
"I'll make do with it!" The fisherman followed them into the pavilion. It turned out that there were two lacquered food boxes inlaid with mother-of-pearl on the stone table in front of Han Chang, with some leftover meat, vegetables and snacks inside.
The fisherman was not particular about it, so he quickly put down his fishing rod, turned the fish basket on his back behind his back, grabbed it with both hands and swallowed it drippingly, leaving everyone watching dumbfounded.
It was probably the first time for everyone to see such a ferocious eating scene. For a while, there was no other sound in the fan-shaped Moon Holding Pavilion except for chewing.
Those sitting, standing, leaning forward, and standing on tiptoes were all looking at him intently. Even Han Chang was stunned.
In the blink of an eye, the two food boxes were empty, and the fisherman grabbed the silver pot with the nine-petal lotus pattern and poured the remaining wine into it with his mouth open.
He put down the wine bottle and wiped some soup on his mustache with the back of his hand. His eyes brightened and his waist straightened up. He grabbed the fishing rod and said, "It's a small meal, I'm almost half full!" After that, he walked out.
"Hey——!" Several scholars just woke up from a dream and hurriedly stopped: "You can't keep your words! Where is the poem if you eat and drink for free?"
"Here, it's just on this road." The fisherman pointed with the tip of his pole: "Get out of the way, I'm talking as I walk!" As he said that, he stepped forward and sang: "The gates of Zixiao Mountain are opening one after another... .”
Everyone laughed: "What is this? I thought it was so powerful!"
The fisherman ignored it and sang the second line: "There is a mourning ape deep in the Yaochi."
The scholars were all stunned and looked at each other.
"There is no way to raise self-pity..." The fisherman turned around and smiled, "I am four hundred years old in Luofu." After singing, he burst out laughing and strode towards the bridge.
"What does he mean? Is this an insinuation against us?" someone said in shock and anger.
"That's not right, stop!" A scholar chased him and shouted, "We took lake view as the title, how can there be any scenery in your poem?"
"Huh?" The fisherman turned around and said, "You organized a poetry meeting of your own and you didn't invite anyone, and you didn't specify the title before writing the poem. How come you are saying this now, it makes no sense." After saying that, he turned around and walked on his own. of.
"Yutai said well, but please stay a moment!" Xu Baozhong staggered forward and gave a deep salute: "Brother is noble and noble. Xu Wuyun is very happy in Xia Nanyang. I would like to hear your name."
Seeing his solemnity, the fisherman hurriedly put down his fishing rod and returned the gift, saying: "I don't dare to ask, a certain Su You from Chongqing is wandering to the capital. He doesn't want to be deceived and trapped in this place. A down-and-out person is extremely unbearable and offended. ,offend!"
Xu Baozhong was overjoyed when he heard this and asked, "Where is Brother Su staying? After I wake up, I will wash my hands and change clothes and come to visit!"
Su You smiled bitterly: "I don't have a fixed place. I only go to the City God's Temple every few days to sell some calligraphy and paintings to make a living. If Brother Wuyun doesn't mind, you can go straight to the City God's Temple to look for us. Farewell!"
After that, he picked up the fishing rod and walked towards the bridge, singing a song in his mouth. When Zhao Tuo listened carefully, he heard:
The autumn wind blows the rice fields, and I love the lakeside and fishing boats. All the light gulls occupy the water and sky. The water shield soup with fragrant perch is smooth, the frosty moon is white... Xiaoxing hangs.
Sleeping under a short canopy of sparse willows and a small window, pillow on the flowing spring, who will tell you about the beauty? Written in that painting, it seems to be a rice pass. How much homesickness I feel for cultural relics can never go away... A stream of smoke!
"Brother Wuyun seems to think highly of this person?" Zhao Tuo asked Xu Baozhong in surprise as he returned triumphantly.
"Hush——!" Xu Baozhong looked around and whispered: "These people have blind eyes and cannot recognize Mount Tai. Su You is a master of poetry, calligraphy and painting. There is a saying: Su Zhongyou (the character Su You) is the successor of the Southern School. ), this is the person I’m talking about. Even if we don’t want to meet here today, it’s fate!”
After hearing this, Zhao Tuo realized that the fisherman just now was actually an expert! Seeing Zhao Tuo looking at the direction of the fisherman with his hands behind his back and smiling, Eunuch Liu took the opportunity to say: "Master, it's time for you to return home!"
"Hey, what are you going back for? That fisherman is really interesting, why don't we catch up...?" Zhao Tuo thought thoughtfully. ap.
"Not good." Liu Funian shook his head: "That person is indifferent, so he will definitely not obey." Of course he understood what this person was going to do.
"Oh, that's right!" After hearing what he said, Zhao Tuo also knew that he had gone astray. There are so many talented people in the world, how can it be possible for all of them to join the heavenly family?
"Then you choose a day to go to the City God's Temple and have a look. If his calligraphy and painting are really good, then you can spend some money to buy it and help him out of trouble. How about it?"
"This will work!" Liu Funian nodded and agreed.
Zhao Tuo said goodbye to Fang Wei and Xu Baozhong in the name of family strictness (that is, mother). Without disturbing more people, he quietly left Baoyue Pavilion and went to Lingxingzhou.
After all, he was still young and still felt unsatisfied, so the little emperor was quite reluctant to linger along the way. Eunuch Liu had an idea: "By the way, Your Majesty, you have forgotten something important!"
"Huh? What happened?" Zhao Tuo was startled and asked quickly.
"Yesterday, a report came from the post saying that the imperial envoys returning from Jiangxi would arrive in Beijing this morning. It must be that time.
Didn't he say that asking him to bring back a carriage was a Christmas (birthday) gift to the Empress Dowager? Shouldn't Your Majesty take a look first and check it out? This is also your filial piety! "
When Eunuch Liu mentioned it, Zhao Tuo immediately became interested when he remembered that there was such a fun thing to do. "That's right! How come I forgot about this? Come on, come on, my companion, go back to the palace first and ask if the things have been delivered and where they are placed? I will be there soon!"
