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Text 29: Refuting Rumors (Part 2)

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    After Jin Lao praised them, he thought of those rumors and said angrily on the spot, "With this poem, who said that Wen Wan's previous 'You Ri Chun Huai' was written by Lao Song? I will definitely not forgive them. They actually slandered Lao Song like this."  With the princess. It's really hateful and hateful." He didn't believe the rumors, but the rumors went too far.  What they said was useless.

    A scholar named Zhou next to him laughed and said: "It's strange that the princess has such talent but doesn't use it. It will inevitably make people miss you. Old Song, you should be happy. If it hadn't been like this, we wouldn't be able to study at the county.  "The Lord's masterpiece." If Wen Wan had come up with a few poems from time to time, there would not have been such a rumor.

    Wen Wan lowered her head in embarrassment.  This is when she truly deceives the world and steals her reputation.  Hey, after this is over, find a reason.  No more poetry or lyrics.

    Everyone continued to visit the garden, Wen Wan saw this gesture and guessed it.  I couldn't help but moan secretly in my heart.  Did the group of them plan to ask her to write a poem every time they went to a garden?  So, I have to write five poems today.  God, Wen Wan thought that if it really happened, she would cry without tears!

    Among the four great Confucians, Peng Lao not only had the highest attainments in poetry, but also had a very elite mind.  He could feel that although Wen Wan's poem was indeed well written, he felt that this poem should have been written in advance.  He didn't dare say it was plagiarism or something, after all, there was no evidence.  However, they cannot be upset at all.  Since they are required to be witnesses, they should show their exact skills.  So he smiled lightly and said: "The wisteria flowers are everywhere here. The princess would not hesitate to compose a poem with the wisteria flowers as the theme."

    Xia Yao brings red date porridge.  Let her drink first and think about it later.  Wen Wanchou is so worried that she has no appetite.  Let her take it down.

    Wen Wan didn¡¯t know how many brain cells had died before she thought of a more appropriate poem:

    "Wisteria Flower"

    ??Xiao Xiao is alone at home without a partner.  In silence, everything is beautiful in spring.

    The green trees are singing with hundreds of leaves, and the fragrant wind is blowing away the wisteria flowers.

    Although this song is not a masterpiece, it is worse than the previous one.  But after all, it is everyone¡¯s own question.  Everyone thought it was a good thing, and no one dared to pat their chests and say that I can recite a good poem now.  This is not just about talent and learning.  There also has to be an atmosphere and a mood.  It is rare to get a masterpiece from Wen Wan.  If a masterpiece is so easy to obtain, it wouldn't be called a masterpiece.

    Went to another place.  Others saw what Mr. Peng meant, and since they were asked to serve as witnesses, they naturally made the proposition based on their opinions.  Zhang Lao among the four said with a smile: "It's already autumn now. Princess, why not use autumn as the theme, not limited to the situation, not limited to the boudoir. I wonder what the princess wants?"

    Wen Wan understands that this is not only to use autumn as the theme, but also to include the special scenery in the yard. It also has to not fall into the clich¨¦s, and it is best to be able to capture the feelings of the world.  Well, this topic is really narrow.  Wen Wan is sad.  Fortunately, half a day passed.  Finally wrote:

    "Autumn Fu"

    The heart of autumn is like the sea and the tide, but the soul of autumn cannot be summoned.

    ??The beautiful banana is on the arm, and the slim ancient jade pendant is on the waist.

    Who is the sword in the cold northwest?  The sound of Sheng fills several places in the southeast.

    Countless celebrities have died in battles, and they have fallen into the forest for a month.

    Peng Lao praised: "Not bad. The artistic conception of this poem is good and grand. Good, very good." At this time, they came up with a topic and restricted the artistic conception of the topic.  Wenwan can still be done.  Proving that Wen Wan does have real talent and learning.

    Wen Wan is ashamed.  But I was complaining in my heart.  To know, she told the teacher that there was only one courtyard.  At the same time, Wen Wan was secretly glad that there were only five courtyards and not ten courtyards were open.  Otherwise, she will have to die.

    When we arrived at Meiling, the scenery was pretty good.  But the plum blossoms have to wait until winter to bloom.  There is one missing scene here, and it is not as lively as the previous scenes.  Wen Wan thought she could escape.

    Song Luoyang said: "Wen Wan, I also wrote three poems. Why not, this time, just compose one poem. The title is arbitrary." As long as it is written down in class, the poems do not have to be so strict.

    Wenwan¡¯s face was twisted into a mess.  Finally, I feel like writing:

    "Man Ting Fang"

    ??The rain falls on the begonias, and the green-fanned plantains bloom; the chrysanthemums are nailed on the frost branches, and the wisteria climbs; the snow falls all over the sky, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold.  The sun sets on the wheel, the garden is full of fragrant grass, and the lingering clouds scatter, gradually becoming a psychedelic scene.  The color changes one day, and it looks like the flowing autumn sun. Who can say this?

    Everyone commented on a few songs together, and I still said that the first one was the best.  Everyone, keep walking, the ones behind are not bad either.  Come to the last courtyard, Luoju Courtyard.

    Among the four great scholars, Mr. Zhou, who had always been serious in speech and had a reputation for being strict and honest (this shows that Song Luoyang also put a lot of thought into the people he invited) said: "Since the courtyard is full of chrysanthemums, the county.  Today, the Lord chose "Ask the Chrysanthemum" as the title, with the meaning of the proud and refreshing autumn chrysanthemum. In the past, Tao Gong's talented chrysanthemums were leisurely seeing the Nanshan Mountain.Master's masterpiece.  "

    Wen Wan is about to feel depressed.  This question is more tricky than the last.  Alas, she has lost so many brain cells.

    Several other people secretly said that this question was a good one.  A few were stroking their beards.  He nodded to Song Luoyang, and then looked at Wen Wan, who was so pitiful that his brows were knotted, and smiled happily.

    Xia Yao is grinding ink on the side.  When it comes to killing people, she can still help.  She couldn't help those who wrote poems and lyrics.  It took Wen Wan a long time to write:

    "Asking Ju"

    Wanting to hear about the autumn mood, which no one knows, I murmured with my hands behind my back and knocked on the east fence:

    Who will hide together with Gu Biao Ao Shi?  Is it too late to bloom?

    Why is it so lonely when the garden is covered with dew and frost?  Can Honggui's cricket disease cause lovesickness?

    For those who are not discussing, why not explain the film.

    Xia Yao brought the food, but Wen Wan couldn't even take a bite.  Cough, tired, my body is tired and my heart is even more tired.  After finishing their inscriptions, everyone looked very good.

    Wen Wan secretly complained that the scholar was in poor health.  Why did these five people finish her garden?  I didn't see anyone taking a breath.

    After viewing the five courtyards, return to the main garden. There is a mirror lake in the garden.  I saw the lake filled with flower petals.  The wind blows, and the surrounding flowers fall one after another.  Everyone looked at the garden full of colorful flowers and the picturesque scenery.  Deeply intoxicated.

    Xia Yaorang arranged the evening meal here.  Mr. Peng said with a smile: "Princess, the fallen flowers in this garden are a rare sight. It is really sad to see the falling flowers. Princess, you can write a poem with the falling flowers as the theme.  One song. What do you think of the county? "Wen Wan's previous poems have already proven his strength.  If the princess is serious about studying, she can definitely stay in the history and become a great literary giant (Wen Wan is ashamed).

    Wenwan wants to cry, but comes again.  She won't stop until she's tortured to death, right?  It's been all night since I was struggling in the morning.  Her mind was in confusion.  They are all poems and sentences.  Wenwan had no choice but to bite the bullet and continue thinking.

    It wasn¡¯t until the moon climbed over the treetops that I started writing:

    "Feelings of Falling Flowers"

    The scenery of the Mirror Garden is the best in the world, and the flowers are falling and I am saddened by the passing of autumn.

    Fallen flowers are not heartless things, into Chunni more quadrangle.

    Mr. Peng read it to himself and was overjoyed. He clapped his hands and praised: "Good, what a good sentence, 'Falling red is not a heartless thing, it turns into spring mud to protect the flowers.' Good, good."

    After listening to this poem, several people also clapped loudly.  Several other great scholars even praised him.  Of the five poems, not one of them is bad, they are all very good.  Especially the two songs before and after are the most outstanding.

    But the five people argued endlessly about which of the two songs was the leader.  Everyone has their own preferences, some say the first song is the best, and some say the fifth song is the best.  According to Mr. Peng, the fifth song is still the best.  The former song, after all, had less time to think about it.

    Wen Wan lowered her head.  Xia Yao came over and asked Wen Wan to eat, but Wen Wan couldn't eat anything.  My mind was confused and my stomach was empty.

    Mr. Peng was also amazed.  Except for the poem "Man Ting Fang" written by Wen Wan, which was a bit displeasing to him, the others were all very popular with him: "Princess, next time we will gather together to enjoy the flowers and recite poems. You must appreciate them." His words were much more respectful than before.  .  Although Wen Wan is still young, she is indeed full of talent and knowledge and lives up to her reputation.

    These gatherings are a dream for some students.  Any advice from any great scholar would be of great help to them.  Unfortunately, Wenwan is far away.  When it comes to revealing things, she's not afraid.  She has learned a lot in these ten years.  It¡¯s 10% that I didn¡¯t learn from the teacher, but 50% to 60% that I definitely learned.  In addition, these people have read a lot of books, which is enough to deal with these shrewd old men.  But she really wasn't interested in this kind of stuff.  This time it was a complete rush.

    Wen Wan shook her head: "Sir, please forgive me, I really don't like poetry. Besides, I'm also very busy and don't have time to study more."

    Song Luoyang scolded: "Since you have such talent and learning, why don't you write. It's a waste of such talent. It also made people say that you are deceiving the world and stealing your reputation. If you could write more poems, no one would dare to slander you like this." Song Luoyang mouthed  He scolded him, but the corners of his mouth turned upward.  Look, if you don't like it, you can still write such good poems. Wenwan gives her a face, a big face.

    Wen Wan murmured in her heart that I was just deceiving the world and stealing my reputation.  The rumors are correct.  It's just that I can't tell it.  In fact, she really doesn't want these false reputations.

    Xia Yao hurriedly walked out and said: "Sir, the princess has not been able to eat a bite of food all day today. Please don't embarrass the princess again."

    Song Luoyang couldn't push anymore now.  If something went wrong, he would feel bad: "Let's not talk about this for now, I am also hungry. Let's serve food"

    Soon, a table of food and wine was served.  The five of them drank the gentle home-brew and called it good wine, good wine.  After finishing the drink, Mr. Jin was full of admiration: "But I didn't expect that the princess hereThere is such a fine wine.  The scenery is beautiful, the wine is beautiful, and if the music is older, it will be even more beautiful.  "

    Peng Lao and others said happily: "Lao Jin, come on, play a song. The tone is really lacking. Hurry up."

    Immediately, Jin Lao played a song.  Everyone happily allowed him to continue drinking.  But for some reason, Mr. Jin sighed: "Hey, Old Song, you have accepted such a talented disciple. Unfortunately, I originally wanted to accept Mr. Fuxi as my disciple, but unfortunately he said he had a teacher. It made me regret for a long time.  . What¡¯s more, I didn¡¯t expect that he would have created more masterpieces if he had died so early. God is so cruel and jealous of talents!

    Author's words: The last update has been sent.  It¡¯s the last hour. If you still have votes, please vote for June.  I sincerely hope that everyone will let June stick to it until the end, and don¡¯t overtake it at the final level (June is infinitely anxious).  Thank you all.  (To be continued)
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