Liaozhai: A scholar should draw a sword

Chapter 43 All Fang Shakes Du Xuanyan, Occupying All the Style to Xiaoyuan

Most of the people who come to the plum garden to enjoy the plum blossoms are scholars.

As soon as they heard someone fighting poems, they naturally gathered around to join in the fun.

"Hey, it turned out to be Master Zhou..."

"This is a good show to watch..."

"But the person who is with Mr. Xian Cheng doesn't look simple..."

A group of people were discussing in low voices.

Zhou Yu didn't want to argue with Duan Rui, but the other party was aggressive and even sang a song first.

As the saying goes, it is indecent to come and not go!
Zhou Yu pondered for a while, and then recited a seven-character poem:

"All the fragrances shake off Du Xuanyan, occupying all the charm to Xiaoyuan.

Shuying horizontally and shallow water, subtle fragrance floating moon dusk.

Frostbirds want to steal their eyes first, and the white butterflies are like knowing and breaking their souls.

Fortunately, there is a micro-chant to meet each other, and there is no need for sandalwood boards to share gold bottles. "

After chanting, the audience was silent, and everyone seemed to be still savoring the artistic conception in the poem.

"Farewell!"

Without waiting for the other party to reply, Zhou Yu arched his hands, turned around and drifted away.

There is quite a demeanor of "flick off your clothes when things happen, and hide your body and name deeply".

"gentlemen……"

Ying Ning finally came to her senses and ran after her.

"It's a good sentence. The shadows are slanting and the water is clear and shallow, and the fragrance is floating and the moon is dusk!"

"Fortunately, we can meet each other with micro-chanting, and we don't need sandalwood boards to share a golden bottle. This sentence can be said to have a profound artistic conception, which is thought-provoking..."

All the scholars at the scene commented on this poem out of interest.

Lu Zhengwen didn't clap his hands and applaud like before, but fell silent, as if he was still savoring the rhyme of poetry.

As for Duan Rui...he blushed.

From the bottom of his heart, he was absolutely unconvinced.He is a dignified Jinshi, but he was robbed of the limelight by a Juren?
But after holding back for a long time, I couldn't find any faults, and I didn't think I could recite such a good sentence.

So, he could only snort and walk away.

"Brother Duan..."

Lu Zhengwen called out, and hurriedly chased after him.

No matter what, the two are classmates after all, and he is the host, so he naturally wants to come forward to comfort him.

On the other side, it was a warm and joyous scene.

Several students surrounded the gentleman like stars and the moon, discussing excitedly about fighting poems, and at the same time repeatedly chanted the Qilu just now.

In particular, the first four sentences "All the fragrances shake down and the lonely beauty, occupying all the charm to the small garden. The sparse shadows slant and the water is clear and shallow, the dark fragrance floats and the moon is dusk" is full of the charm of the plum garden.

After returning, some students with good deeds wrote down this song "Plum Garden", and posted it together with the previous "Minshan Fu" and "Shui Tiao Ge Tou · When Will the Moon Come", so that it is convenient to read it from time to time.

Zhou Yu advanced to the study as usual, and then went to the Zangshu Pavilion to read.

After upgrading Juren, the free period of Cangshu Pavilion has been extended to three hours.

The scope of Zhou Yu's reading is also getting wider and wider. In addition to the must-read books of Confucianism, it also involves hundreds of classics.

For ordinary scholars, it is quite difficult to involve so many aspects of knowledge at the same time.

Not to mention understanding its content, maybe if you read it today, you will forget it tomorrow.

But for Zhou Yu, forgetting is impossible.

His memory is only [-] points more than others...

When the time came, Zhou Yu returned to his study, took out the Zihao pen, inkstone, and Huimo rewarded by the system, practiced calligraphy for a while, and drew for a while.

After finishing the painting, I went to the painting "The Immortal in the Painting" to enjoy it quietly.

Although this is a painting by an unknown person, its skills are amazing, and the characters are painted lifelike and vivid.

Especially a pair of beautiful eyes, which are extremely agile, watery as if they can talk.

The important thing is that the woman in the painting is a generation of goddesses in Zhou Yu's previous life.

Even if he is reborn in this life, in his eyes, the woman in the painting is still glamorous.

As the saying goes, "a fair lady, a gentleman likes a good man", the man's true colors.

"Oh, it's a pity that it's just a painting. It would be great if I could get out of the painting."

After admiring it for a while, Zhou Yu couldn't help muttering to himself.

As soon as the words fell, a gust of wind suddenly passed through the study, and the candlelight flickered along with it.

"Son..."

Before Zhou Yu came back to his senses, a waxy, soft, pleasant but erratic female voice suddenly came from his ear.

Since the original master passed the Juren examination, few people call him son, and most of them call him master or sir.

"Ok?"

Zhou Yu subconsciously turned his head to look in the direction of the doors and windows, but there was no one there.

Then his mind moved, and his eyes fell back to the painting: "Girl, is it really you?"

"Isn't your son surprised at all?"

Zhou Yu smiled: "There are ancient poems that say, the body has no colorful phoenix and two flying wings, but the heart has a good understanding. How can you be surprised if you have a good heart?"

As soon as the words fell, another gust of breeze passed by.

A woman suddenly appeared in the room out of thin air, her attire and appearance were exactly the same as the woman in the painting.

But the beauty in that painting... disappeared without a trace, leaving only a blank outline.

"My son, all blessings, little girl, don't worry about being polite~"

The woman in the painting turned her waist sideways and gave Zhou Yu a blessing salute.

"It turns out that the girl's name is Mochou..."

Zhou Yu took two steps forward and grabbed Mo Chou's little hand.

Her hands were slightly cold, but they were as smooth as fat and as moist as jade, and there was a scent like orchids and musk musks exuding from her body, which made people a little intoxicated.

"Son..."

Mo Chou didn't withdraw her small hand, but a blush appeared on her cheeks, like peach blossoms reflecting her face.

He lowered his head slightly, biting his lips lightly, with a coquettish expression of joy and anger.

"I don't know why Miss Mochou is in this painting?"

"Ah~"

Mo Chou sighed faintly, and talked about her own experience.

"The little girl was originally from Qingzhou Prefecture, and her father was an official of Qingzhou Prefecture.

One day, the father said that the little girl was old enough to get married, and that she had already found a family she liked.

Although the little girl doesn't want to marry, after all, she doesn't even know what the other person looks like, but she can't disobey her parents' orders, so she can only obey them.

Unexpectedly, when she was getting married, she encountered a legendary ghost king who robbed her on the way.

The little girl was not reconciled, so she escaped from the sedan chair and wanted to escape.The little ghosts were entangled, and the little girl jumped off the cliff in despair..."

Hearing this, Zhou Yu couldn't help sighing: "I never imagined that Miss Mo Chou would have such a sad life experience."

Mo Chou smiled bitterly: "Perhaps this is the destined fate of the little girl.

After jumping off the cliff, the little girl thought she was dead, so she was relieved.

Unexpectedly, even if he jumped off the cliff and died and became a wisp of ghosts, he still couldn't get rid of the entanglement of those little ghosts.

While fleeing, the little girl hid in a study unintentionally. There was a painting hanging in it, and the picture in the painting was a woman.

In a hurry, the little girl hid in the painting and escaped the catastrophe..."

"Huh? Miss Mochou, the woman in that painting so coincidentally looks exactly like you?"

"No!" Mo Chou shook her head, "At first there was only a slight resemblance.

After the little girl disappeared into the painting, the appearance of the girl in the painting changed day by day.

The owner of the painting may feel that something is wrong. At first, he wanted to burn the painting, but he was reluctant to burn it. Finally, he sold it to a painting and calligraphy shop on the street.

After decades of tossing and turning, this painting finally came into the hands of the young master..."

(End of this chapter)