The strongest prodigal student in the city

Chapter 63 The First of the Four Great Talents in the South of the Yangtze River (Part [-])
At the end, a white light flashed in front of his eyes, and the scene in front of Zhang Chu changed.

There was also an endless stream of voices in the ear.

"Come, come, don't miss it when you pass by."

"Guest officer, are you here, are you eating or staying at the hotel?"

"Hey, old man, how much are these steamed buns?"

"Hey, I heard that all those who rushed to take the exam this year have already entered Beijing."

"Isn't that right, ouch, our weather is really good and the crops are bumper this year. It's really a comfortable life."

"Hey, then you can't just eat and not work. You are enjoying the blessings, so what will the future generations do?"

"I don't care, I can only live for a few more decades. I don't care about the future generations. The devil knows what it will be like in decades and hundreds of years. That should be something that the Holy One is worried about. We little people Just stop worrying about it."

……

The voices coming from the ear, as well as the familiar and unfamiliar attire, the thin and short men, women and children, everything is as real as in the movie.

Snapped!
Zhang Chu raised his hand and slapped himself.

pain.

Heart-piercing pain.

Even the passers-by were pointing at him one after another.

"Oh, this man is crazy, he slapped himself, how painful it is."

"Don't care about this, who made this person a lunatic, let's go, let's go, I heard that all the students who went to Beijing for the exam lived in Cuiyue Tower."

"Cuiyue Tower, tsk tsk, it's really a romantic place, I guess these students who went to Beijing to catch the exam also want to relax."

"Go, go and have a look, someone actually recited a poem and made a mistake."

On the other side, Zhang Chu touched his cheeks, and suddenly found that he was wearing the same clothes as the people around him, but he found through the reflection by the river that he was quite handsome in this ancient costume.

Especially the long hair fluttering in a bun and sideburns, it feels like Yang Guo in The Legend of Condor Heroes, and Tang Yin, the head of the four great talents in the south of the Yangtze River in Tang Bohu's Point of Autumn Fragrance.

Snapped!
Zhang Chu opened the folding fan with his right hand, held the dress with his left hand, and walked down the bridge, enjoying the comfort.

After walking for a while, Zhang Chu began to flap his fan, muttering: "I really don't understand, these ancient people are really not afraid of the heat when they are so tightly wrapped in a hot day."

No one would have imagined that on the streets of the Ming Dynasty, everyone was wearing thick clothes, but only one person took off what he shouldn't have, and instead put these cumbersome clothes on his shoulders.

Walking on the street like this, although there will be strange eyes looking at him, this person doesn't take it seriously. After all, he doesn't want to be the first modern person who is overheated to death when he encounters ancient clothes.

There are quite a few people in the company in front of them, and they are planning to go to the Cuiyue Tower to watch people reciting poems and making love.

Zhang Chu thought for a while, this ancient poetry reciting against each other is actually very similar to modern people getting together to compete and sing.

After all, there were no entertainment programs in ancient times, not to mention that ancient exams would have questions such as reciting poems and writing pairs, otherwise the ancient poems handed down in modern times would not be able to become classics in textbooks.

After walking for a while, there were many people surrounded on the street ahead, and it seemed that there were 30 to [-] people.

Zhang Chu is also used to the dress of these people, and he doesn’t want to be regarded as a different kind. He put on his clothes despite the hot weather, stood in the crowd and looked up at the window on the second floor of Cuiyue Tower with a folding fan in his hand like everyone else. man.

The man was handsome, with a smile on his mouth, pointed at the man next to him with a folding fan, and said with a smile: "Brother Su, if I answer on the spot, and the answer is perfect, will you admit defeat?"

The man called Brother Su is a thin, tall man with fine features, and he is also the object of thousands of young girls in modern times.

Su Zihan smiled: "Brother Tang, just answer. If it is perfect, I will drink three cups in a row. Besides, I will grind ink for Brother Tang."

The man surnamed Tang smiled: "Brother Su is a great idea. I won. Not only will you get a good poem, but you can also get my painting. What a great idea."

Su Zihan smiled: "Brother Tang misses me so much, that's too bad. As far as I know, Brother Tang is not only good at poetry, but also very good at landscape painting. It just so happens that we have time to go to Beijing for the exam. Brother Tang and I We chatted very happily, why don't we become friends, today you send me a painting and a poem, and I will invite you to live in my house for a while, after all, there are good wine and beautiful women in my house, as long as Brother Tang doesn't dislike it , good wine is enough! There are always beauties!"

The man surnamed Tang laughed loudly: "Haha, good good! Good wine and beautiful women are enough! Listen up!"

Everyone pricked up their ears.

Several scholars sitting around the table in Cuiyue Building also looked at the man surnamed Tang.

I saw the man surnamed Tang walking to the window, looking at the people downstairs outside the window, folding the fan and pointing to the distance, and said: "I think my family was rich all my life, and I like to recite poems, and I always need good wine for company. It's about the wine!"

The man surnamed Tang picked up a glass of spirits on the table, drank it down, and said in a deep voice, "Peach Blossom Temple in Taohuawu, Peach Blossom Immortals live in the Peach Blossom Temple. The Peach Blossom Immortals plant peach trees and pick flower branches for wine money."

After he finished speaking, he pondered.

All the scholars behind him nodded in praise, especially Su Zihan, with admiration in his eyes: "As expected of Brother Tang, this poem is good, wonderful, really wonderful."

The man surnamed Tang smiled and nodded: "It's not over yet. If you wake up drunk, you just sit in front of the flowers. When you're drunk, you have to sleep with the flowers. Day after day, you wake up after drunk day after day."

There was warm applause downstairs.

Amidst the applause, Zhang Chu was stunned, and said to himself: "Why does this poem sound so familiar? I seem to have heard it somewhere."

the end.

The man surnamed Tang drank and shouted loudly: "The world laughs at me for being crazy, and I laugh at the world for not being able to see through..."

Before finishing this, Zhang Chu in the crowd blurted out: "I remember the tombs of heroes in Wuling, where there is no wine and no flowers to hoe the fields."

For a moment, Zhang Chu thought that the master who created this poem was Tang Yin and Tang Bohu, the head of the four great talents in the south of the Yangtze River in Ming Dynasty.

Zhang Chu looked in shock at the man upstairs in Cuiyue who was staring at him dumbfounded.

All the people present even looked at Zhang Chu.

Su Zihan said in surprise, "Brother Tang, why didn't you continue talking?"

The man surnamed Tang exclaimed: "Well, what the person below said is exactly what I want to say."

Su Zihan asked, "What?"

The man surnamed Tang said solemnly: "I remember the tombs of heroes in the Wuling Tombs. There is no wine and no flowers to hoe the fields. It is the second half of what I said just now. I was just about to say it, but the man actually said it in advance. Isn't it strange that you said this?" strangeness."

Su Zihan also looked at Zhang Chu, his eyes were full of scrutiny and scrutiny, and he muttered: "This man looks like a freshman, and he doesn't look like a scholar who is rushing for an exam. How can he know how to recite poems and make mistakes?"

Zhang Chu looked at Tang Yin on the second floor of Cuiyue Tower with great excitement, his palms were sweating with excitement, and said to himself: "Unexpected, unexpected, I just received the task, and it will be completed in a blink of an eye. I want to explain who is the peerless painter , besides Tang Yin and Tang Bohu, I really can’t think of a second place! That’s right! The mission requires me to find someone who must be him!”

(End of this chapter)