Tang Dynasty Mingyue Song Dynasty Pass

Chapter 95 Young Master Su Is Too Steady

Su Chen was about to write lyrics in public, and as soon as his words fell, they immediately spread like a huge boulder into the lake, and ripples spread quickly. After spreading, the seven to eighty men and women who participated in the poetry meeting all showed curiosity and interest.

Some people want to see him make a fool of himself and test whether he is a real genius, but is he a fake, or a person with a false name?

Some people want to see what kind of masterpiece this "Su Yixuan" can write, which is comparable to the previous "Butterfly Love Flower"!

Peng Qingqing couldn't wait for a long time. Seeing that Su Chen was finally about to write a poem, he immediately pouted at Murong Yan'er and said, "Do you dare to bet? A thousand pieces, I bet Su... Yixuan, he can still write a song that doesn't work. The pansies from a few days ago are here!"

"Cough, it's Die Lianhua!" Bai Susu corrected softly beside him.

"That's what it means anyway!" Peng Qingqing raised her chest like a proud little peacock and protested towards Murong Yan'er.

Murong Yan'er snorted softly: "It's not just a thousand, just bet!"

At this time, a maid put the tray of pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the table where Su Chen was, and many scholars and beauties gathered around, intending to witness it with their own eyes.

Early in the morning, Xu Wan wanted to see his handwriting and writing, so that she could not only appreciate his masterpieces, but also watch his calligraphy. This is what she is most looking forward to these days.

Therefore, Xu Qingwan stood beside Su Chen in person, as if she had become the number one fan girl, she refused to let others get too close to affect her sight, and even studied ink for him by herself.

Hou Shijie, Fang Chenbo, Zhao Yu and others saw that Su Chen wrote lyrics with a talented woman Xu studying ink. , the beauty in the wall laughs" level, he must be beaten and beaten, and he will not be able to get off the stage.

Shen Jiaru also quietly approached the gathering circle, holding a piece of paper in her hand, on which Su Chen recited Li Shangyin's poem "Jinse" in the attic of Xiangyun Pavilion. She planned to compare the handwriting to test this Su Yixuan and Su Is Chen Xiao Divine Doctor the same person?

"I've finished writing, I've finished writing." The people in the inner circle began to make noise, broadcasting the situation inside at any time, so that the people on the outside would know.

"Butterfly Loves Flowers!"

"Standing on the dangerous building, the wind is thin, looking at the extreme sorrow of spring, and the sky is gloomy."

"In the afterglow of grass-colored smoke, no one will rely on the meaning of the words."

"I plan to get drunk on Shukuangtu and sing about wine, and strong music is tasteless."

"I don't regret it as my belt gradually widens, I'm haggard for Yixiao..."

Every time Su Chen wrote a sentence, someone read it aloud, so that everyone around him could hear it clearly.

When Shang Tie wrote it, many people were already shocked. The endless sadness caused by climbing high and looking into the distance in the words, rendered a desolate and desolate atmosphere with the blurred description of the scene, which immediately touched a lot of people. Scholars, Confucian scholars, talented women and ladies, feel that the artistic conception is lofty.

As soon as I finished writing, the phrase "the belt is getting wider and I will never regret it, it will make people haggard for Yixiao", and it always hovers in the ears of bystanders like a loud voice. It seems that in everyone's mind, a single figure, The figure of a man with all kinds of infatuation, thinking of the Iraqi person in his heart, this sentence can be said to turn a stone into gold, and push the artistic conception of the whole word to a new height.

If it is said that the last sentence is just very good and excellent, then the last sentence of the next sentence will push the whole word into the ranks of ancient times.

Hou Shijie, Zhao Yu, Fang Chenbo and the others, who had seen it with their own eyes and heard it with their own ears, all changed their expressions, and they were no longer able to suppress each other.

"I don't regret it when the belt gradually widens, and I'm haggard for Yixiao..." Xu Qingwan muttered, her heart moved, her eyes lifted to look at Su Chen's calm expression, it was as if such a poem, he believed in it. Taking it in general, without the excitement of writing a good work, this young master Su is too stable.

With the familiar thin gold font and the same charisma, Xu Qingwan can be sure that the young master Su in front of him is the Su Yixuan in Bai Susu's mouth, the Jinling genius in the first two poems.

"It's really him!" Shen Jiaru was surprised, she leaned over and caught a glimpse of the notes of the new word, and compared the handwriting of "Jinse" in her hand, it was basically the same, and she was sure of the same person's handwriting.

Shen Jiaru also had mixed feelings in her heart. Unexpectedly, the genius doctor Su Xiao, who saved Liu Mo Nong, turned out to be the son of Su Yixuan, who recently gained fame in Runzhou. This difference in identity is hidden deep enough!

"Su Chen Su Yixuan, Bai Family Bai Susu..." Shen Jiaru guessed in her heart, what is the relationship between these two?

"Cai-nv Xu, Young Master Hou, how does my poem, Butterfly Love Flowers, compare to the previous one?" Su Chen smiled lightly, turned his head, and looked at Xu Qingwan and Hou Shijie.

With a complicated expression, Xu Qingwan met Su Chen's gaze and said, "This poem, with the scenery and love, skillfully combines the desolate feeling of wandering in a foreign land with the lingering feelings of the person who is in love, and writes the words in the poem. The son's resolute character and persistent attitude have successfully portrayed the image of a man with sincerity. Especially the last sentence, the artistic conception is high and the words are wonderful, I am afraid that it can be passed down through the ages, not inferior to the previous song Butterfly Love Flowers ."

The talented woman Xu explained the words in public, concise and to the point, pointed out the connotation, and gave a very high evaluation!

After Peng Qingqing heard the words, he laughed at Murong Yan'er and said, "What's the matter, lose it, a thousand passes, go back and send it to Peng's mansion!"

Murong Yan'er's face froze, her face froze, and she was a little embarrassed. She didn't expect that this young master Su was so talented and learned, she was a real genius!

At this time, everyone was talking about this poem and applauded.Some people are even transcribing, and after they leave the Xu residence, they can distribute it as soon as possible.

Hou Shijie had a wry smile on his face, his expression stiff and embarrassed.

Seeing that Hou Shijie was about to back away, Su Chen sneered in his heart, you were aggressive just now, but now the situation has reversed, it's time to beat the underdogs, so that he won't come back to provoke trouble in the future.

"Wait a minute, Young Master Hou."

When Hou Shijie heard the shout, he turned around in amazement, and asked with a puzzled face, "What else is there to do, Young Master Su?"

For some reason, Hou Shijie felt inexplicably nervous.

There was a slight smile on the corner of Su Chen's mouth, and he said, "The Su Muzhe that Young Master Hou took out just now reminds Su Mou of the same song Su Muzhe that he wrote in the autumn of last year. Young Master Hou will reward you!"

"Oh, if that's the case, then please write it down." Hou Shijie already understood that this is the song that the other party wants to come up with with the same lyrics, and he needs to compare it with his Su Muzhe.However, he is still somewhat confident in his Su Muzhe, and he doesn't believe that this Su Gongzi can be a masterpiece.

When everyone heard that Young Master Su had another song 'Su Mu Zhe' to be written, they all gathered around and looked forward to it.

Xu Cainu stood beside Su Chen, and began to study ink with her own hands again. She looked at his face, which contained a distinctive taste.

After Su Chen picked up the pen, he pondered for a while, and then waved the pen with a large stroke, the words flying like dragons and snakes, clearly visible on the paper:

"Su screen cover":

"Blue cloud sky, yellow leaf land, continuous waves of autumn colors, cold smoke and green on the waves. The mountains reflect the setting sun, the sky is connected to the water, the grass is ruthless, and it is even outside the setting sun."

"Depressing the soul of the hometown, chasing the traveler's thoughts, except every night, good dreams leave people to sleep. The Mingyue Tower rests alone, and the wine enters the sadness and turns into tears of lovesickness."

After everyone read this poem, they all took a deep breath, their expressions were complicated, and they could all sense that this was another masterpiece that could be passed down through the ages.

At this moment, when everyone looked at Su Chen again, they were all a little horrified, from the previous doubts to deep shock and admiration.

Hou Shijie's face was pale, the same Su Muzhe, similar rhymes, but the mood and words were many times worse.The song he wrote by himself, in contrast, seemed petty, with only one woman in his eyes, but it was not as good as this one. He didn't need to use the word male or female, but he could write feelings and lovesickness to the extreme.

There is no harm if there is no comparison. Hou Shijie looks lonely, walks out of the crowd in a daze, ignores anyone who asks him, and leaves the seat away, leaving this shadow in his heart, afraid that he will never dare to write the word Su Muzhe again in the future.

(End of this chapter)