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Yan Zhenpan meant to be prepared.
"Then I will trouble Lin Xiang to worry about this matter!"
"Don't worry, Mr. Yan!"
Lin Mingzhang promised.
"Xiangguo, my uncle and miss are here!" While discussing things, I didn't expect that Han Ce and Lin Nianrou also came to the manor.
"It's so good, I'll go find Han Ce if I don't have to."
Lin Mingzhang said with a smile, his heart said it was time.
"It seems that the old man also met Prime Minister Lin's son-in-law today!" Yan Zhenpan stroked his beard, looking old-fashioned.
"Young people, I'm afraid they won't be able to get into the eyes of Yan Lao."
Lin Mingzhang said.
Yan Zhenpan is a great Confucianist in the world, with a rigorous style and emphasis on etiquette, while Han Ce is illiterate. Although he is a little clever, he can't fall into Yan Zhenpan's eyes.
"Young people should be a little bit energetic."
Yan Zhenpan said disapprovingly, but he was curious about what kind of person was able to make such a machine, he was really the kind of dandy that everyone said.
"where are they?"
"Uncle and Miss went to the garden!"
"Garden?"
"That's right, the peach blossoms are in full bloom at this time, so my uncle brought the young lady there!" The servant in front of him explained, "Do you want me to inform the young lady and the young lady?"
"No need, let's go!"
Yan Zhenpan interrupted the servant in front of him, and they also went out for a walk.
The garden is surrounded by peach blossoms.
"A good place, really a good place!" Han Ce looked at the peach blossoms in full bloom. It really felt like entering a paradise, a paradise.
"Peach blossoms are shallow and deep, like a uniform shade of makeup. The spring breeze breaks the heart and blows off the white clothes."
Han Ce looked at the peach blossoms blooming in front of him and couldn't help but recite a poem.
"Um?"
Lin Mingzhang and Yan Zhenpan happened to come over, and they stopped immediately when they heard the song Peach Blossom composed by Han Ce.
"Is this the Marquis of Zhenbei?" Yan Zhenpan asked.
Listening to this poem, Han Ce is not the kind of person who has no ink.
Lin Mingzhang nodded, "That's right!" He didn't expect that Han Ce could write such good poems, which is much better than his Four Books and Five Classics.
"It seems that people in the world are blind!"
Yan Zhenpan said that comparing peach blossoms to women's makeup is an appropriate metaphor.
"Does it sound good?"
"Sounds good!"
Lin Nianrou nodded.
"Then I'll play another song! The peach blossoms bloom first in the warm spring, and no one will miss the beauty. It's a pity that the strong wind blows behind, and the bright red patches are dotted with berry moss."
Han Ce opened his mouth and came.
Lin Mingzhang and Yan Zhenpan didn't care much about the first song, because they both thought it was common sense. Even though Han Ce was illiterate, it didn't mean he had no talent to speak of.
Having no ink in the chest is just a description after all.
But when the second song came out, the two of them were a little surprised, because the first song was not unusual, and the second one could tell how talented they were.
"After the rain, the peach blossoms shattered and flew, half chasing the stream and half stained with mud. Where did a pair of swallows fly, and for a while they were in the west of Hualiang."
When the two of them were immersed in Han Ce's second poem, Han Ce had already written the third poem, Peach Blossom Poetry.
"It seems that we have all missed our eyes!" Yan Zhenpan said with a smile.
Lin Mingzhang didn't know what to say, because he never thought that Han Ce would have such a talent. After these three poems, if someone wants to say that Han Ce has no talent, he can fight him desperately.
"How about it?"
Han Ce asked Lin Nianrou.
"Stop writing poems. I'm afraid that if you finish writing today, what will you do next day?" Lin Nianrou was worried that Han Ce's enthusiasm would be so intense that he used all his inspiration at this time.
After that day, I'm afraid Jiang Lang will run out of talents.
"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter your husband, I have poems in my chest, like a vast ocean, I can still compose ten thousand poems if I am not modest!"
Han Ce said with a smile.
"Bragging!"
Obviously Lin Nianrou didn't believe what Han Ce said. In Lin Nianrou's eyes, Han Ce was exaggerating, just to show off in front of her.
Ten thousand poems?
Is that a?It can be done.
Even if a famous Confucianist in the world has written hundreds of poems in his lifetime, it can be regarded as invincible.
"Don't believe me, one day I will publish a poetry dictionary for you, which is dedicated to writing poems!" Han Ce promised, patted his chest.
In the 5,000 years of China, 10,000 poems are not just made up by hand.
Lin Nianrou smiled without saying a word.
Lin Mingzhang and Yan Zhenpan also showed smiles. They were shocked by Han Ce's talent and learning just now. When they heard that Han Ce could compose 10,000 songs, they felt that Han Ce was a bit arrogant.
It is very obvious that no one in this world can make 10,000 poems.
"Zhenbeihou is interesting!" Yan Zhenpan jokingly said seeing Lin Mingzhang's awkward expression.
After all, Han Ce is Lin Mingzhang's son-in-law.
At this time, Han Ce casually wrote 10,000 poems, which made people know that he was a bit ignorant, and Yan Zhenpan even met him.
"I think he just doesn't know the heights of the sky and the earth!"
Lin Mingzhang said.
On the other side, Lin Nianrou looked at Han Ce. She knew Han Ce's talent and learning. Ten thousand songs was an exaggeration, but hundreds of songs should not be a problem.
"Master Hou, why don't you want to serve the court with such talent and learning?" Lin Nianrou asked.
"I'll forget it. I'm used to being free and easy. If I become an official in the court, I will be restrained. I may offend the emperor at that time. I'm afraid I will die!"
Han Ce explained.
A companion is like a tiger, so it is better to stay away from it.
"But Lord Hou really doesn't care about the sunshine of the world?" Now it is rumored that Han Ce is a playboy, and Lin Nianrou knows that Han Ce is not like that.
"They say theirs, I live mine!"
"The Peach Blossom Temple in Taohuawu, and the Peach Blossom Fairy in the Peach Blossom Temple. The Peach Blossom Fairy planted peach trees and picked peach blossoms in exchange for wine money. When drunk, he only sat in front of the flowers, and when he was drunk, he came to sleep under the flowers. Half awake and half drunk day after day, the flowers Falling flowers bloom year after year. I hope that when old age dies, I don¡¯t want to bow before the chariots and horses. The chariots and horses are full of joy for the rich, and the poor are destined for the poor. If you compare the rich and the poor, one is on the ground and the other is on the sky. If Comparing poverty to chariots and horses, he has to drive and I have leisure. Others laugh at me for being too crazy, and I laugh at others for not being able to see through. I don¡¯t see the tombs of heroes in the five tombs, and there are no flowers and no wine to hoe the fields.¡±
Han Ce slowly read Tang Bohu's Peach Blossom Temple.
"This poem?"
After Yan Zhenpan listened to it, he began to think about it slowly again. After thinking about it carefully, there was a sense of free and easy, love of life, but it seemed to be a bit of an extraterrestrial master.
"Wonderful, wonderful!"
Yan Zhenpan thought about it, shook his head slowly and said.
"Father! Old Yan!"
Hearing the voice, Lin Nianrou looked over and saw that Lin Mingzhang and Yan Zhenpan had already arrived in front of them.
"Father-in-law, Mr. Yan!"
Han Ce also immediately bowed in salute.
"Is this the Marquis of Zhenbei?"
"It's Han Ce!" Han Ce saluted, and Han Ce naturally knew him.
"Sure enough, he is a good-looking talent. I just listened to Lord Hou's poems. I think it's better for young people to have some ambition!"
Yan Zhenpan thought that Han Ce only cares about pleasure and has no ambition. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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