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Chapter 66 I Love Money

Wu Zetian obviously heard his refusal, and said again: "Then I order you to write a poem at will."

Didn't you say that you dare not compose any more poems for this banquet?Then you just write a song out.This time there is no way to refuse it.When Xiao Bao'er heard this, she became more enlightened.

This time Wang Hua has no choice but to write poems?I laughed at others for their tasteless writing, but it's my turn?Even if you plagiarize, you have to pay attention to an occasion.Some poems can only become treasures if they are correct for a certain scene and then combined with the words in the poem.Otherwise, it will also become a tasteless empty poem.

At this time, he suddenly saw the middle-aged prostitute and said, "Your Majesty, I have something to say, and I don't know whether to say it or not."

"Speak," Wu Zetian was a little displeased, but asked you to write a poem, why are you dawdling?Do you have to humiliate you like the young master of the Wang family in Taiyuan before you are willing to write a poem to fight back?
But at this moment, Wang Hua said something that almost made her lose her composure.

Wang Hua said: "Your Majesty, I have a hobby. I love money very much."

After saying this sentence, there was an uproar, that person who doesn't love money, but can't say it directly, is too insulting and coquettish.

But Wang Hua ignored everyone's reaction and continued: "The ancestors of the minister also worked as some small officials one after another, but in the generation of the minister, the family situation fell. The minister has one elder sister and two younger sisters. In order to support the family, the minister Mother works hard every day."

It turned out to be like this, but let’s go on.Wang Hua stopped talking, he came out from behind the table, came to the middle-aged prostitute playing the pipa, and said, "Can you grind ink for me?"

The prostitute was taken aback.Although this young man was dressed in plain clothes, he was sitting at the front table of the banquet, and even the emperor asked him to write poems. His status was either rich or noble, how could he let himself be defeated?
Wang Hua pleaded again: "Can I help you?"

"Okay, Xiao Lang, it's just that I'm afraid I won't do well," the prostitute replied in a panic.

Many people vaguely saw that Wang Hua had some arrangements, including what he said just now that he loves money very much, which probably meant a lot.

Le prostitute came out, and Wang Hua said to Zhang Yizhi: "Mr. Zhang, can you prepare a large piece of paper for the boy?"

"Okay," Zhang Yizhi said with a smile.Although Wang Hua once refused, which made him unhappy.But isn't it still here?Even though it was the emperor who ordered him to come here, I believe he would not make any excuses outside. Although he is noble, but for the sake of his reputation, he will definitely make himself angry.Thanks to the dumb, he had to settle for it.It will also be said that he came here for him.Therefore, thinking of the depression that Wang Hua might have in his heart, he was also happy.

Qinggao, sooner or later I will make you not Qinggao.

The servant brought an extra large blank paper.This happy prostitute also polished Mo Khan well.Wang Hua picked up the pen and wrote the first line:

Seeing off guests at night by the Luoshui River, Maple leaves and Dihua rustle in autumn.

Among the fonts written by Wang Hua, Fu Shan Xiaocao was the one he recruited the most, because Fu Shan's cursive script is continuous, vivid and vigorous, which is also deeply loved by Wang Hua.Next is Yan Zhenqing's block script, and then Zhang Xu's wild cursive. As for Huai Su's wild cursive, it is no less than Zhang Xu's wild cursive, but Wang Hua thinks it is too thin.Of course, this is cucumber and cabbage, everyone has their own preferences, but what Wang Hua likes is thick ink and heavy brushwork.Therefore, when it comes to official script, what he likes is Jinnong's calligraphy.This is also the handwriting of the four calligraphers he recruited the most.

At this time, Wang Hua was using Zhang Xu's wild grass.But it's not purely similar to Zhang Xu, Wang Hua also added his own understanding elements, compared to Zhang Xu's completely indulgent and uninhibited galloping, Wang Hua's wild grass is a little more rigorous.

Wild grass, also called big grass, drunk grass.This style of calligraphy evolved from Zhang Zhi's pen in the Han Dynasty, and was carried forward by Zhang Xu and Huai Su in the Tang Dynasty.But in the field of wild grass, no matter how hard the descendants try, they have never surpassed the two of them.These two people scribbled wildly, and Li Du's poems became two unreachable world peaks.Zhang Xu first learned from the two kings, and then from Zhang Zhi, but he was inspired by watching Aunt Gongsun's sword dance, which finally reminded him of the true meaning of Kuangcao.Later, he became a great master, and Lian Yan Zhenqing resigned twice in order to study his Fa.

It's just that Zhang Xu is now an egg-sized child, probably not yet ten years old.Even when he saw Wang Hua's calligraphy, he couldn't protest even if he wanted to.

This line of writing is written in one go, like a snake running away, like a sudden rain and strong wind, like lightning and thunder.

Many people know that Wang Hua wrote the song "Sleepwalking in Tianmu Mountain" in Hanlinzhai, in which a very gorgeous new cursive script was used, but after Wang Hua left that day, because there were so many onlookers, they became looters. Fragments, people who like calligraphy, no matter how they collect them later, they only get a dragon and a half claw.Now I finally witnessed it with my own eyes. After seeing this line of writing, almost everyone shouted "Hello" again at the same time.

Indeed, before Zhang Xuhuaisu and Zhang Xuhuaisu were born, even if Wang Hua's wild sketches were slightly rigorous, they still brought extreme sensory stimulation to people.

After a line of writing, Wang Hua also seemed to feel the touch, and he called out: "Here comes the wine."

To get the bar, Zhang Yizhi immediately ordered his servants to go down to get the wine. This is a real literati thing. The most important thing is that Wang Hua has no hatred with him, and he will not write any big poems to ridicule him.If this matter gets out, it will also bring you a good reputation.

The maid brought a large jar of wine, Wang Hua opened his mouth and drank a large gulp of the wine, then picked up the pen again, this time the gesture was more bold and unrestrained.Every turn of Wang Hua's delineation made everyone stare blankly, and suddenly they didn't know where they were.

Wang Hua continued:

The master dismounts, and the guest is in the boat. He wants to drink without an orchestra.If you can't be drunk, you will be happy and miserable. When you say goodbye, you will be immersed in the moon in the vast river.Suddenly heard the sound of the pipa on the water, the master forgot to return and the guest did not speak.
Who is the one who asks the bomber?The sound of the pipa stops and it is too late to speak.Move the boat close to invite to meet, refill the wine and return to the light to reopen the banquet.After a thousand calls, he came out, still holding the pipa and half covering his face.

The rotating shaft plucks the strings three or two times, and there is love before the tune is formed.Xianxian suppressed his voice and thought, as if complaining that he had failed in his life.The formalities of the low-brow letter continued, telling the infinite things in my heart.

Lightly gathered, slowly twisted, wiped and picked again, first it was "Neon Clothes" and then "Six Yao".The big strings are noisy like torrential rain, and the small strings are like whispers.Caocao is full of mixed bullets, big and small pearls fall on the jade plate.

Seeing this, the hall was silent. Even though some people were still dissatisfied with such poems and words, they were all stunned.

Wang Hua wrote this in one go, and shouted again: "Come on wine!"

It was this cry that woke everyone up. Looking at Wang Hua at this time, not only Li Longji, but most people thought that Wang Hua might really have a bit of fairy spirit.

Wang Hua raised his pen again:

Guan Yingyu's flower bottom is slippery, and it is difficult to fall under the flowing ice of Youyan Spring.The cold and astringent strings of the ice spring are absolutely condensed, and the condensate will never stop for a while.Don't have sorrow and hatred for life, at this time, silence is better than sound.

The silver bottle is broken and the water is sprayed out, and the iron cavalry protrudes, and the swords and guns blare.Beware of painting at the end of the song, the four strings sound like Liebo.The east boat and the west boat are quiet and silent, only seeing the autumn moon in the heart of the river.

He pondered and plucked the strings, straightened his clothes and restrained his appearance.She said that she was originally a girl from the capital, and her family lived under Xiamaling.Shisan learned the pipa successfully, which belongs to the first section of Jiaofang.

Qu Ba once taught good talents to wear clothes, and every time he made up, he was jealous of Qiu Niang.Wuling is young and quarrels with each other, and there are countless red silks.The silver grate on the tin's head is broken, and the bloody skirt is stained with wine.

Laughter this year and next year, the autumn moon and spring breeze will be leisurely.The younger brother left to join the army and the aunt died, and the evening went to the court to look at it.There are few saddle horses in front of the door, and the eldest is married as a businessman's wife.

The businessman paid more attention to profit than left, and went to Fuliang to buy tea the month before last.Going to and coming to Jiangkou to guard the empty boat, and going around the boat to moonlight the river is cold.In the middle of the night, I suddenly dream about juvenile affairs, and the dream cries, make-up and tears are red.

I sighed when I heard the pipa, and chirped again when I heard the words.The same people who have fallen in the end of the world, why meet each other before!Since I resigned from the imperial capital last year, I went back to Luoyang City again.

Living in the South Gate, there is no music, and the sound of silk and bamboo is not heard all month long.Living near the narrow stream is low-humidity, and yellow reeds and bitter bamboos grow around the house.What do you hear in the meantime?The cuckoo crows and the blood ape wails.

The spring river flowers face the autumn moon night, and they often drink wine and pour it alone.How can there be no folk songs and village flutes, so dumb and mocking that it's hard to hear.Hearing your pipa language tonight is like listening to fairy music.

Mo Cigeng sat down and played a song, translating "Pipa Xing" for you.I feel that I have said this for a long time, but when I sit, the strings turn sharply.The desolate sound does not seem to be forward, and the whole audience is crying after hearing it.

Who is crying the most among the seats? The youth in Luozhou is wet in his green shirt.

After the long poem was finished, there was silence in the hall again, and after a long time, there was another thunderous shout of hello.

It's just that many people looked at this prostitute and Zhang Yizhi with strange expressions.

PS: The revolution has not yet succeeded, and I ask all my friends to work harder.hehe.The new book list is about to be released, and I will give you a surprise when it is released.

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