"Thousands of birds fly over thousands of mountains!"
It was very quiet inside and outside the Accord, and when Chu Xiaoqing's clear and bright voice came out, it immediately caused a gasp.
"This line is so wonderful!"
"There are no traces of birds in the mountains. There is no snow in this sentence, but it brings the scene of snow falling on the mountains to life on the page. How wonderful!"
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The endless admiration around him did not affect Jiang Yunzhou. His face was calm, he held the wolf hair tightly in his hand, and continued to write freely.
I saw that his writing style was strong and steady, and he wrote the remaining sentences in one go:
"Ten thousand people's traces will be wiped out."
"Lonely boat and coir raincoat,"
"Fishing alone in the snow in the cold river."
Every sentence he wrote could cause an uproar. When the last sentence "Fishing alone in the cold river snow" came out of Chu Xiaoqing's mouth, the whole place became quiet.
Everyone was shocked by the excellent artistic conception of this poem.
As if I were on the riverside, I saw a quiet and cold picture:
On the heavily snowing river, there were no birds or human traces. There was only a small boat and an old man fishing alone in the middle of the cold river!
A little silence.
"This is an eternal quatrain! So wonderful! So wonderful—"
The silence was broken by the admiration of an old master from Lin'an Academy. Suddenly, the inside and outside of the Accord became noisy. Everyone was whispering to each other, talking endlessly, and all eyes were focused on the tall figure in front of the desk.
"I didn't expect it, I didn't expect it."
The seventh master Chu Jihong's eyes flickered, and he repeatedly sighed in admiration, "His Royal Highness the King of Qin is really a genius. The words used in the poem are very clever. 'Flying birds' and 'human traces' are ordinary things, but His Highness placed them Under 'Thousands of Mountains' and 'Ten Thousand Paths', coupled with 'Jue' and 'Destruction', the most common general dynamics are instantly transformed into extreme silence. The next chapter was originally a quiet scene, but suddenly this picture The picture scroll comes alive, and the 'Hanjiang Snow' at the end is the finishing touch, making this poem reach its peak. I admire it, I admire it!!"
"Yes, the scene of this song "Snow on the River" is extremely simple, with a small boat and an old fisherman fishing alone on the river, that's all. However, the background of the first half is extremely vast, almost boundless, and the artistic conception is lonely and cold, but leisurely. The courtyard is calm and majestic, it’s really wonderful!”
"Yes, the artistic conception of this poem becomes more and more profound as it gets better. I live in a lonely and cold world and go my own way. I walk in an uninhabited place and live calmly. Tsk tsk..."
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The seventh master, Chu Jihong, and several old masters commented one by one, without hesitation in words of appreciation, and gave great affirmation to Jiang Yunzhou's poem.
This song "Snow on the River" is like a bomb dropped into the bottom of the lake, causing huge waves and astonishment from all sides.
Everyone was brought into the majestic snow scene in the river. After the analysis by Master Chu Qi and others, they felt that it was incomparable.
No one is ridiculing King Qin for overestimating his abilities. On the contrary, some people think that King Qin is a sign of self-confidence. It is natural for a genius who can write such quatrains to have arrogance that transcends ordinary people.
Chu Yan and Li Shan looked at each other, completely unable to restrain their inner ecstasy.
Li Shan: Although I don’t quite understand it, I just feel it’s awesome!
The twin girl Chu Banxia on the side was pulling her sister's sleeves excitedly. She was so excited.
This song is enough to be famous forever!
Chu Baizhi's eyes also flashed with admiration. Although she had guessed that His Highness King Qin was sure to write a good line, the beauty of this poem still exceeded her imagination.
She was suddenly curious as to why such an extremely talented person had been repeatedly rumored to be stupid and suffering from brain diseases.
At this moment, where everyone's eyes converged, Jiang Yunzhou himself was still writing across the sky, sluggish on the spot. He was also inexplicably shocked. His shock came from this good calligraphy.
hard to imagine,
Such flowing calligraphy was actually written by him.
While wandering in his mind, Jiang Yunzhou unconsciously loosened his fingers slightly, and the brush slipped quietly. Then, he suddenly came back to his senses and quickly reached out to pick it up.
At that time, a pair of white jade hands hurriedly stretched out and took the lead to catch the falling brush.
But he held those soft, boneless hands, which felt slightly cold to the touch.
Like mutton fat and beautiful jade, soft and delicate.
A refreshing fragrance entered his nose. He raised his head and met Chu Xiaoqing's warm and watery eyes. The two eyes intertwined in the void. Chu Xiaoqing's pretty face turned crimson and she quickly pulled back her delicate wrist.
"Your Highness, pen..."
She raised her eyes slightly and handed the brush in her hand to Jiang Yunzhou with a sound like a mosquito.
"Thank you."
Jiang Yunzhou took it, but his eyes fell on Chu Xiaoqing's beautiful face. The shy beauty of the cold beauty always made it difficult to look away.
Although Jiang Yunzhou was wary of this woman, it was still hard not to be amazed by her beauty.
Chu Xiaoqing did not look away this time, and looked at Jiang Yunzhou openly, her beautiful eyes shimmering, like the moonlight in the lake, deep and bright.
She felt that she didn't need to think too much, as she had the task of seducing him.
What's more, His Highness King Qin, who wrote "Jiang Xue", is so dazzling that it is only natural for her to admire him.
"Ahem... Ninth Brother, can you let the Imperial Brother have a look?"
At this time, King Yu Jiang Yunde's voice came out at an inappropriate time. Jiang Yunzhou frowned and glanced, slightly dissatisfied, but still staggered his body and moved to Chu Xiaoqing's side to make way for King Yu.
There was still some space on the other side of Chu Xiaoqing, but she did not move. The two of them seemed to be separated, with inexplicable ripples in their hearts.
Seeing that there seemed to be an undercurrent of affection between the two of them, King Yu gritted his back teeth and twitched the muscles in the corners of his eyes, but still put on a cheerful smile. He walked slowly to the table and leaned over to look at it carefully.
When Jiang Yunzhou's calligraphy was clearly seen, even though he had a grudge against it, he couldn't help but admire it:
It is indeed a good calligraphy and a good poem!
Fortunately, I still have backup plans!
King Yu chuckled in his heart.
After a while, he laughed loudly and stood up: "Ninth Brother is really extraordinary. This poem is indeed a masterpiece and a masterpiece for the ages. Master Wang, you are a great scholar in this world, what do you think?"
As soon as these words came out, everyone looked at Wang Yongzhi, the respected old master of Ling'an Academy.
Only then did everyone realize that it seemed that Old Master Wang had never judged this poem, and they were all curious to hear what Old Master Wang thought of the quatrains written by the young King of Qin.
Wang Yongzhi looked solemn, looked at King Yu, and then looked at the poems on the table, with a struggling look on his face, but he hesitated to speak.
When the seventh master Chu Jihong saw this, he thought that the old master might be thinking about his words, so he took the lead and stepped forward and said: "Your Highness, I am sincerely convinced by this poem!"
As he spoke, he was filled with emotion and actually bowed to Jiang Yunzhou.
"No way, I can't afford such a great gift from Master Qi."
Jiang Yunzhou hurriedly took a step forward and reached out to lift up the seventh master Chu Jihong, "Actually, this poem was only written when I was crossing the river. The snow scene was deep, so I saw him again in a dream. I was taught this poem by a dream fairy."
Everyone did not believe Jiang Yunzhou's words, but he should have said it modestly.
Chu Jihong praised: "Your Highness is certainly worthy of this worship. This word "Wandering Dragon" alone is also worthy of your worship. I wonder... if your Highness can part with your love and grant this scroll to me."
Seeing that Master Chu Qi was the first to ask for it, several old masters who also wanted to ask for it couldn't help but want to slap their thighs wildly, they were a step too late!
Chu Baizhi on the side also secretly bit her red lips. She has always liked to collect calligraphy and paintings. She had long wanted to get this calligraphy painting, but she didn't realize that her seventh uncle would steal it. No, she must ask her brother-in-law to write another one later. !
"If Master Qi likes it, just take it." Jiang Yunzhou smiled and picked up the poem scroll on the desk and handed it to Master Chu Qi.
"Okay! Okay..." Mr. Chu Qi accepted in surprise, a little incoherently, and praised him repeatedly.
Anyone with perspective here knows that this piece of calligraphy will definitely be worth a lot of money in the future!
"Master Qi, can you show me this poem?"
At that time, the old master Wang Yongzhi, who had been silent until now, finally spoke, seemingly excited, and his voice was slightly trembling.
