This martial artist just wants to be an official

Chapter 22 This son, you must worship me Confucianism and Taoism!
Wu Zhaoyun didn't immediately rush to find the boy who wrote poetry.

Instead, quietly feel the artistic conception of this poem.

He slowly closed his eyes, and the scene of the poem storing the white rainbow just now appeared in his mind.

The voice of the boy who recited poetry resounded in Wu Zhaoyun's ears.

"The jade bowl is ice-cold and dripping with dew, and the powder melts and the snow penetrates the light gauze. In the evening, the makeup is better than the lotus. The temples are ready to meet the moon at the eyebrows, and the red wine is just on the face. It is a spring dream and the sun is setting."

The artistic conception of poetry is far-reaching and far beyond what Wu Zhaoyun can achieve.

The first sentence of the first film describes a specific scene in the room - the jade bowl is filled with clear ice, and the water droplets condensed on the side of the bowl are dewy.

Then write about the body of the person in the room: pink sweat, light gauze, fragrant and white body; the delicate face with heavy makeup at night is better than a plump lotus, like a beauty oil painting, showing the beauty of a lady vividly.

The second and third sentences are metaphors.

Both the intention and the term are similar to the "Huajian" school. "Fen Rong" means the beautiful shape of makeup and sweat blending with each other. It is the author's brilliance not to mention the word "sweat". "Xiangxue" is a metaphor for the fragrance and cleanness of a woman's skin. Although it is also commonly used in ancient poetry, it has a special meaning in this word. It cooperates with the sentence "ice cold" and means to get cool in midsummer.

Using the white of "jade", "ice", "pink" and "snow" to set off the red of "makeup", the scene of a woman putting on makeup at dusk in summer is really like a beautiful color photo.In the past, her drooping temple hair is close to the moon-shaped decoration on her forehead between her eyebrows; the reddish wine halo is like a red glow flying over her face.

It is conceivable that this glamorous girl, wearing a thin gauze dress just after evening makeup, stands gracefully, leaning against the sunset alone, quietly welcoming the new moon.

high! !

Wu Zhaoyun really doesn't know how to express the artistic conception of this poem with words.

How could he fail to recognize that this boy was the one on the inclined bridge just now? !

The Dayong Dynasty has been in power for more than 500 years so far.

But there has never been a decent poet.

The desert of poetry is no longer enough to describe the shame of Dayong today.

Although the previous dynasty also established the country with martial arts, which is almost the same as that of Dayong, but no matter what, there is still a Wang Qianzhi who can be used as a fig leaf.

But what about Dayong?

The poetry world is almost a stagnant water.

Although Wu Zhaoyun always said that he was talented in poetry, he also knew in his heart that the poems he wrote were fine for people to chat with, but if they were compared with those of the past, they would really not be on the table.

But just now, he saw with his own eyes that a three-foot-thick white rainbow soared into the sky! !
What is this concept?
In the same line of Confucianism and Taoism, we can cultivate righteousness with literary spirit!

With such a literary style, if the young man inside is really of the Confucian lineage, following Confucianism and Taoism, he will be able to pass two ranks in a row just by this poem!

There are nine ranks in the realm of Confucianism and Taoism disciples.

Ordinary scholars, if they are not quick-witted and quick-witted, have excellent comprehension, even if they study for a lifetime, they will not even be able to make a grade!

Moreover, by virtue of this poem, that young man can be famous forever!
What does Confucianism value most?
The most important thing is reputation!
Such a talented young man, but a reckless man who only knows how to practice martial arts?

When the thought came up, a sense of urgency appeared in Wu Zhaoyun's heart out of thin air, and he didn't care about anything else at the moment, he stretched out his hand and was about to push open the door of the box.

He only had one thought, that is, this young man, he must not be allowed to degenerate into martial arts!
If you want to go, you still have to go the right way!
While thinking, Wu Zhaoyun straightened his face, straightened his Confucian robe, and was about to open the door to enter, but heard the young man's voice from the box, Wu Zhaoyun's eyelids twitched, and he almost couldn't hold back and ran away.

"I don't know if this poem can be exchanged for my sister's... money?"

There was a hint of twist in the voice.

money? ? ?

Hearing this, Wu Zhaoyun's eyes flashed with astonishment, followed by a burst of anger from the soles of his feet to fill the sky.

What words? !
What words? ?
Such a good poem, how could this kid sell it for money? !
Wu Zhaoyun's eyes widened angrily, with anger in them.

Violence! !Violence! !
At this moment, thinking about Lu Yuanzhi's heart, he was still a little uneasy.

You know, even though this poem has amazed many people in the history books in the previous life.

But no one knows if there will be unacceptable conditions when getting Dayong.

"elder sister?"

After reading a poem, half of the drunkenness in his mind dissipated, and when it came to the issue of money, he still paid more or less attention to it.

Lu Yuanzhi looked carefully at Yunyou who was standing aside.

At this time, Yunyou was stunned, standing motionless, like a sculpture.

An incomparable shock shone on that beautiful face. Mei Si, who was usually seductive in her eyes, had completely disappeared, replaced by dazed, shocked, and bewildered.

He even muttered to himself: "The temples are about to meet the moon, and the wine is red and the face is glowing."

The whole person is immersed in the artistic conception in the poem and cannot extricate himself.

Lu Yuanzhi knew it was safe just by looking at it.

This woman is definitely conquered by my poetic talent!
Tsk tsk, sure enough, no matter which world it is, the poems that can be remembered in history definitely have their reasons! !

The corners of Lu Yuanzhi's mouth turned up slightly, the folding fan in his hand shook slightly, and a hint of arrogance flashed across his face in good time.

Is this poem okay?

Now it is written by me!

Prime Minister Yan, steal your Huanxi sand...

I do feel guilty too, but don't worry, I will personally apologize to you when I see you someday.

Yunyou's mind is already in the cloud now.

In a daze, she seemed to see a peerless beauty, full of independence,

"elder sister?"

In an instant, the fantasy dissipated, and Yun You came back to his senses, staring blankly at the man in front of him.

This poem seems to be written for me? ?
An unprecedented flattery appeared in my heart.

For the first time, what she thought was not that she could become famous all over the world with this poem, but the unparalleled shock and emotion that emerged.

What can I do?How could he be the character in this poem?

There was even a slight tremor in that charming voice:

"Little... official, is this poem really given to my servant?"

Yun You has something to do with poetry, if not, he wouldn't have set such rules for the Blue Bird Pavilion ignorantly.

Even if you don't know how to write poetry, you can appreciate and analyze poetry without any difficulty.

The astonishment of this poem is no less than the peak work of Wang Qianzhi of the previous dynasty! !
At this time, Yunyou's eyes looking at Lu Yuanzhi no longer had the slightest bit of impatience, and the alluring spring scenery turned into admiration, admiration, and a sense of belonging looking up at the top of the mountain.

Women are always strong.

Hearing this, Lu Yuanzhi frowned slightly.

gift?
how you said that?

Didn't you say you would spend 500 taels of silver to buy it? ?

But complaints belong to complaints, Lu Yuanzhi still kept an eye out, looked at Yunyou with a smile, and asked:
"Sister, does this poem meet your wishes?"

At this time, Yunyou put away the obsequious look, with mixed feelings in his heart, and looked at Lu Yuanzhi seriously:

"Little official, this poem can be said to be handed down from generation to generation. The slave family is very happy."

When Lu Yuanzhi heard this, his eyes lit up:
"Since that's the case, does the 500 taels my sister said count?"

(End of this chapter)