The strongest Luo Chengzhi swept the world

Chapter 24
After sending this ink plum, Mr. Li showed a sense of reluctance in his eyes, and shook his head slightly, saying: "Being able to draw this painting will be regarded as a life without regrets."

Although Mr. Li is a great Confucian, he is not only a great Confucian, he is proficient in all kinds of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and he is also a talented person.Mr. Li loves to draw, and he is naturally very satisfied spiritually to be able to draw such an amazing work as Mo Mei.

Luo Cheng observed Mr. Li's appearance, thoughtful in his heart, he nodded slightly and said: "Mister gave this painting as a gift, but he is not in a hurry. If you easily leave it in the mansion without seeing the world, why don't you take it out first for everyone to see?" Looking at it, it’s not in vain for such a masterpiece.”

Mr. Li was taken aback when he heard the words, but with a slight embarrassment on his face, he hesitated and said, "Little friend, is there something wrong with this?"

Luo Cheng laughed dumbfounded, shook his head and replied: "Sir, you are too worried. Since you gave me this pair of plums as a gift, why don't you lend me this pair of plums?"

As soon as Mr. Li gritted his teeth, he nodded and said, "Thank you so much, little friend."

Luo Cheng bowed again and said with a smile: "Sir, I haven't thanked you for teaching me the classics. How can I thank you? This is what should be done, and you don't have to worry about it."

Mr. Li nodded solemnly, and the way he looked at Luo Cheng changed slightly. Luo Cheng can have such a character, so he doesn't have to worry about going astray in the future.

Since ancient times, wise people have been paranoid.

Mr. Li left with Mo Meitu. Luo Cheng watched Mr. Li's back, suddenly smiled, and immediately relaxed.He took out the five-hook god flying silver spear and continued to practice marksmanship.

After a tiring day of mental work, proper exercise is good for your health.

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One day later, in the city of Beiping, a poem called "Mo Mei" suddenly began to circulate.The phrase "don't let people praise the color is good, just leave the clean air to fill the universe" has attracted countless literati's attention.

In Yinghonglou, the largest brothel in Beiping City.

A group of young talents gather here. As scholars, they naturally want to be suave and suave. This Yinghonglou is undoubtedly a good place.Wouldn't it be nice to be accompanied by beauties, accompanied by fine wine and delicacies?
"That song "Plum Blossom" is really extraordinary. When I recite it, I feel so full of breath. Although it is written about plum blossoms, it contains all the characters of plum blossoms!" A handsome young man sighed slightly. Said.

"Where did Brother Wang get this poem? As far as I know, there is no one in Beiping who can write such poems. Even Li Gong and others are not proficient in this way." A slightly senior The thin man asked curiously.

He was also very surprised when he heard "Momei" for the first time.He could never have written such a good poem.This is not just gorgeous words, but more importantly, the character and charm in the poems.

This poem, just from the verses, it can be seen that the person who wrote the poem must be an upright person.That sentence, don't let people praise the color is good, just leave the clean energy to fill the universe, how satisfying it is!

The young man called Brother Wang nodded and explained with a smile: "I saw this poem yesterday when I went to Li Gong's mansion with my teacher for a visit. Poetry is really a perfect match!"

"Li Gong published a new work again? Could it be that this poem was also written by Li Gong?" The tall and thin man asked in surprise. He showed doubts. After all, they knew that although there were Li Gong and other great scholars in Beiping City.But they are only proficient in classics and classics, and they are highly respected, but they are not so accomplished in poetry.

The young man surnamed Wang shook his head and said: "No, the painting was done by Li Gong, but this poem is made by someone else. But the painting is also of a very high level, but I like poetry more. "Mei" is a good poem, how can you not keep it in your heart?"

Another man in silk and satin clothes had a strange expression on his face and said, "What does the ink plum picture look like? Li Gong is superb in painting skills and is well-known far and near. If he can match the poem "Momei", it must be an excellent one." Sub-painting."

The man surnamed Wang paused, looked up, and continued: "That's natural. This painting is comparable to poetry, and its artistic conception is difficult to compare with famous artists in Beijing."

"Hiss, it's so terrifying? Could it be that Li Gong's painting skills have improved further? If so, I don't know if Li Gong will sell this painting. If he can collect this painting, he will have no regrets in this life." .

The man surnamed Wang glanced at him, but suddenly smiled and said: "Brother Xu, don't think too much, this painting has been given to the person who made "Mo Mei" by Mr. Li, and that person seems to be called Luo... Cheng? It's just that The person is unknown, but suddenly this work shocks the world and makes people look sideways.”

"Luo Cheng?" Someone asked in surprise, and then changed the conversation: "Could it be the son of the prince of Beiping, Luo Cheng who wrote "Dengyouzhou Taiwan Song"?"

"Hiss? Could it be the same person?" The man surnamed Wang also showed surprise, took a breath, and said suddenly.

"Who else could it be?" Someone said seriously: "It's no wonder that only Mr. Luo, who wrote "Dengyouzhou Taige", can write such a unique poem."

"Thinking about the song that I didn't see the ancients before, and the people who didn't see the future, it really makes people feel infinitely. When I climbed to Youzhou Terrace, it seems to be seeing thousands of years of history, which makes people feel uncontrollably sad." The person continued to complain, He still seemed quite excited.

The man surnamed Wang touched his head in embarrassment, and explained: "I didn't think much about it before, I thought it was two people, but now that I think about it carefully, there must be one person. Yesterday Li Gong and my teacher talked freely, saying that Luo Cheng has a good character and talent, Unexpectedly, Luo Cheng was so praised by Li Gong, but it is not bad, if he is not such an outstanding person, how can he write such a good poem?"

The tall and thin man nodded and said: "Although Luo Cheng is the heir of the prince of Beiping, Mr. Li has always been upright and straightforward, and he does not admire fame. This praise is certainly true. I heard that Luo Cheng is only twelve years old, but he has achieved such a great result. It is really impressive. Shame."

Everyone couldn't help but laugh. Compared with Luo Cheng, which one of the people here doesn't feel that he has no face?They are not only inferior to Luo Cheng in terms of classics and classics, but also far behind in poetry.

At least everyone knows that the two poems they know directly crush dozens of them.

While everyone was drinking and chatting, the man surnamed Wang remembered something at this moment, and said: "Last night, my teacher had a long conversation with Mr. Li. At that time, it seemed that he also talked about the song "Plum Blossom". There were several plum blossoms in the corner..."

All in all, a group of literati and inkmen talked about Luo Cheng's poems, and then they passed it on to ten, and then passed it on to a hundred. After a while, all the literate people in the city knew the two poems written by Luo Cheng.

In addition to the previous "Dengyouzhou Taige", everyone praised Luo Cheng even more, calling Luo Cheng a rare genius in the Sui Dynasty, and even a ghost in poetry...

(End of this chapter)