Starting boy Ma Kongqun

Chapter 254 Painting plum blossoms and chanting plum blossoms

As night fell, Ma Ji sat alone in the meditation room.

At this moment, in addition to the futon he was sitting on, there was a low table in front of him in the Zen room. On the table were pens, inks, paper and inkstones, several old and new books, and a candle was lit.

Ma Ji took a volume of the "Annotations to the Five Classics" personally annotated by Gu Yong and read it under the lamp.

This autumn he will take part in the provincial examination. With his experience and accumulation in his previous life, he can easily master current affairs and poetry. What really needs to be worked on are classics and history.

As for the classics and meanings, he had not studied them systematically in his previous two lives. He only started learning after he decided to take the imperial examination and become an official in this life. Although he had read history books extensively in his previous life, the history of this world had changed beyond recognition since the end of the Tang Dynasty. In addition, The history books of previous dynasties revised by the Shang Daqi and Dayu dynasties also had many discrepancies with those read in previous lives, and they also needed to be re-study.

Since Gu Yong is a teacher, he naturally wants to find out the details of his disciple. After knowing his shortcomings, he has been working hard to make up for him in these two areas these days.

When I was reading to a trance, the ajar door was gently knocked open again, and Nie Xiaoqian's melodious voice came from outside the door: "Sir, can I come in?"

Ma Ji's eyes were still on the book and he said calmly: "As long as you speak seriously and don't think about bad things in your heart, it doesn't matter if you come in and sit for a while."

Nie Xiaoqian rolled her eyes outside the door, spat secretly, then opened the door and Tingting walked in.

Gu Yong loved Ma Ji's calligraphy and poetry very much, so he used it for personal gain, under the pretext that he wanted to read Ma Ji's old works to judge his poetry skills, and ordered him to compile and submit the poems he had written over the years in his own hand.

Nie Xiaoqian looked through the books on the low table and saw that several old volumes were "Anthology of the Five Classics", and there was only one brand-new volume titled "Collection of Poems of the Dragon Matchmaker".

Ma Ji finally looked up and saw that she had lost all the charming and sinful charm she had last night, and only looked pitiful. He took out another futon and placed it on the opposite side, saying: "It's a shame to live in a humble dwelling." Simple."

Ma Ji nodded: "Girl, please do it."

First she loves poetry, and secondly she already knew Ma Ji's identity and guessed it was his work from the title of the book. She immediately became interested, picked it up and turned over the cover. She saw that the Chinese characters inside were all handwritten, and the first page was a The first seven-character quatrain is titled "On Poetry" and the poem says: "Li and Du's poems have been passed down by thousands of mouths, but they are no longer new. Talented people have appeared in every generation, and each has been leading the way for hundreds of years."

The first poem in the collection is also the first poem Ma Ji copied after coming to this world. It was this poem that impressed Du Heng, and he had the opportunity to enter the "Wansong Academy", the premier school in Jiangsu and Zhejiang.

"Thank you, sir."

Nie Xiaoqian sat down on the futon very gracefully and looked at the books in his hands and on the table. She was looking for a topic to get closer to each other, and she was also really interested, so she asked tentatively: "I knew a little bit when I was young. A few words, can you borrow these books for a while?"

Nie Xiaoqian is also a knowledgeable person. She thought about this poem several times. At first, she felt that its language was straightforward and a bit superficial. Later, she gradually read out the high-spirited and vigorous vitality contained in it, and then she felt that this poem was quite " The wonder of "great skill but no workmanship".

Ma Ji naturally couldn't refuse. He had been taking time to recall the poems he had copied over the past few years. He had just finished writing them recently and had not had time to submit them to the teacher.

She raised her hand and looked at Ma Ji, and asked knowingly: "I'm presumptuous, and I haven't asked Mr. Gao for his name yet."

Ma Ji's eyes had already returned to the book in his hand, and he replied casually as if he didn't care: "I am Qiantang Ma Ji, whose pseudonym is Long Matchmaker."

Nie Xiaoqian pretended to be surprised and said: "It turns out that this collection of poems is actually the master's masterpiece, and I must read it carefully." After saying that, she flipped through the pages page by page and read every poem in it carefully, but the more she read, the more these things became apparent to her. Every word of the poem was precious, and I gradually became immersed in it, forgetting the purpose of coming here.

It wasn't until she read the last poem "Looking at the Tide" that she reluctantly put down the collection of poems and said to Ma Ji sincerely: "Young master is so talented that I won't let King Chen Si do it. I admire you so much!"

Ma Ji also put down his book, waved his hand with a smile and said, "Girl, you are too praised."

Nie Xiaoqian saw his graceful and jade-like face under the candlelight, and then thought about the unparalleled beauty in that collection of poems, and she felt upset for a moment.

She felt something in her heart, so she picked up a writing brush on the short table and said with a reluctant smile: "Tonight I read the young master's poems, so I will show my shame and repay him with some of the painting skills I learned when I was young."

Having said that, he spread out the snow-white crocodile kerchief that he brought with him on the low table, and used his pen to outline and dye it. In a moment, he painted an ink plum blossom, which was freehand in shape and wonderful in composition.

It's just that this plum blossom is in the wind and rain, its branches and leaves are withered, and the flowers have fallen all over the ground, making it look very miserable and sad.

After Nie Xiaoqian finished painting, she put down her pen and held the rupa in both hands and brought it to Ma Ji. She could no longer hide the sadness on her face and said softly: "This deserted temple is not a place to stay for a long time. Young Master should leave as soon as possible."

Ma Ji knew that she used this picture of broken plum blossoms to describe her life experience, and the last words she said were a tactful warning.

He took the ropa with a smile and spread it out on the table again. Then he picked up the brush and wrote a few lines of text in the blank space in the upper corner of the ropa.

After putting down the brush, he handed the Luopa back to Nie Xiaoqian: "Girl, I am very grateful for your kindness. I would like to borrow flowers to offer to the Buddha, and write a word of thanks on the girl's painting."

Nie Xiaoqian took the Lopa and looked down, and saw that it was written on it was a poem called "Business Operator", with the title "Yong Mei" and the words: "Beside the broken bridge outside the post office, I am lonely and without an owner. It is already dusk and I am sad alone. There is more wind and rain. There is no intention of struggling for spring, and all the flowers are jealous. It is scattered into mud and crushed into dust, but only the fragrance remains the same."

She was dumbfounded at the time, and after a long while she sighed deeply, with a gloomy look on her face, and asked: "Sir, after the plum blossoms fall into mud, can they really retain their fragrance?"

Ma Ji smiled and nodded, and said meaningfully: "For some people, you can't just look at what she has done in the past, but whether she is willing to do it and... what she plans to do in the future!"

Nie Xiaoqian's expression changed slightly, and she looked at Ma Ji intently with her beautiful eyes, as if she had understood something.

Suddenly, she smiled coquettishly and returned to her charming demeanor last night, without the sadness and hesitation she had just now: "I can't decide whether to do some things or not. I would like to ask you, Master, to think carefully about it." .”

Ma Ji seemed to have expected it, and said with a smile: "It's a very important matter, so we should be more cautious."

Nie Xiaoqian stopped talking, hid the Naropa in her sleeve, bowed Yingying and then turned around and drifted away.

Ma Ji watched her go away under the moonlight, his eyes slightly closed to escape from the Yin Shen in the sea of ​​​​consciousness, with a white jade tower above his head to protect his body, and then he lost his body shape and energy, and quietly followed her forward.

Although he believed that the other party would make the right choice, after all, he had to see and hear to be sure.

(End of this chapter)