Fisherman's Song Dynasty

Hu Chang and Kong Baishu were even more shocked than Wen Xian. Kong Baishu did not expect that this kid would have such a talent. Not only did he have a painting technique that he had never seen before, but even this poem was so good. Compared with his own paintings, he was nothing like fart. As for the words on the sideline, he, the so-called president of Deyun Poetry Club, was so ashamed that he wanted to dig a hole in the ground.

Hu Chang regretted so much that he wanted to slap himself, it turned out that this kid was so good at painting, but he still pretended to be like this, and in the end he still got the limelight.Hu Qing poked her head over from the side, and exclaimed with just one glance, covering her red lips with her hand, eyes full of disbelief, this painting is infinitely better than the one Kong Baishu painted her, now she is turning over and over in her mind There was only one thought: How could this prostitute have such talent?

Zhang Ling's trio was even more unbearable. After taking a glance, they sneaked behind them. Now they are completely convinced by Xu Zizhen. They are completely unqualified to compare such paintings. Zhang Ling and the others are very clear. I am afraid that my own level is not qualified to grind ink for others.

Naturally, sketching has not yet appeared in this era, and Xu Zizhen is a master who is used to picking up girls. This kind of work is very familiar to him. Although charcoal is not very handy, it shocked everyone present. He wasn't thinking about it today, and he didn't bother to argue with them. He just smiled at Wen Xian: "Miss, this painting is for you."

Wen Xian was still in a daze, but when she heard the words, she immediately came to her senses: "Send it to me? Really?" Although she was cold, glamorous, arrogant, and talented, she was already impressed by the exquisiteness of this painting, and now Xu Zizhen said that she would give it to her She was overjoyed immediately, but she was indifferent by nature, and her emotions and anger were not easy to surface, so she quickly collected her mind and just nodded slightly.

Xu Zizhen keenly caught the surprise that flashed in Wen Xian's eyes. At that moment, he thought of Rong Xi for no reason. When he gave Rong Xi the first bottle of mascara that night, there was something in her eyes. With such an expression, thinking of the almost decisive words that Rong Xi said to herself last night, I couldn't help but feel uncomfortable.

After being shocked, Gu Zhongchen took a deep breath, turned around and gave Xu Zizhen a deep bow: "Brother Xu is really talented, Zhongchen bows down!"

Xu Zizhen chuckled: "Mr. Gu is serious, this can only be regarded as a clever trick, and I can't get on the stage."

"This..." Gu Zhongchen was speechless for a while, and he didn't know how to answer. Didn't the title of the number one genius on his head depend on these ingenious tricks?

Xu Zizhen suddenly looked at him, and said seriously: "Mr. Gu, in my opinion, the so-called great talent does not necessarily have the ability to rule the world, but at least one must have the world in mind, and be able to understand the sufferings of the people. In troubled times, human life is like a mustard. Poems and songs Can the endowment be enough to defeat the invading bandits by millions of soldiers? Can the piano, chess, calligraphy and painting keep the people from being displaced and selling their children and daughters?"

He paused and then said: "What is a great talent? Grandfather Gu, Master Ling, is a great talent. His old man has peaches and plums all over the world. Now that he is over seventy-seven years old, he is dedicated to finding good talents for the country. Like me, he can do a lot of things." A crooked poem can draw a few broken pictures, hum! You are a shit genius, and you are just a free-spirited thing."

There was no hypocrisy or politeness in his conversation at all, and he spoke heartily and happily. After he finished speaking, he exhaled for a long time, as if he let out a breath that had been held in for a long time, and then smiled at Gu Zhongchen: "I It's just a complaint, it doesn't mean anything against you, brother Gu."

Gu Zhongchen was speechless for a long time and didn't know how to answer, he just shook his head with a wry smile and said, "Don't dare, what brother Xu said is very true, Zhongchen is taught!"

The world of the Song Dynasty emphasized literature over martial arts. Xu Zizhen's words were like throwing a huge stone into a pond. Gu Zhongchen could accept it humbly, but Kong Baishu, Hu Chang and others hadn't recovered from the shock. Those scholars were in an uproar, and some even couldn't hold back at that time, and shouted one after another.

"Arrogant people, don't you know that my Great Song Dynasty ruled the world with literature, if you use his words, can those illiterate people also be called great talents?"

"Exactly, this statement is extremely absurd!"

"Who is this? It's so rampant?"

Xu Zizhen heard everything in his ears, but he was too lazy to share knowledge with those people. When the Kingdom of Jin came over, and the Northern Song Dynasty became the Southern Song Dynasty, you will know that just reading books is useful!Oh, by the way, I'm afraid they won't wake up at that time, otherwise there won't be the eternal quatrain "Which time will the singing and dancing in the West Lake stop; .”

At this moment, Xu Zizhen suddenly felt that he was in a slump. He didn't want to pay attention to the Yunshe or the talented and beautiful women. These scholars were full of elegance, and they didn't realize how cruel the war was. Last night's dream repeatedly appeared in front of him, overwhelming him almost Breathless.

He sighed softly: "Miss, let's go back."

Just as Wen Xian was about to say something, she keenly noticed the gloomy look in Xu Zizhen's eyes, and she was taken aback for a moment. In her impression, Xu Zizhen was a fearless scoundrel, but now he seemed to have a very heavy heart hidden in his heart , nodded immediately, bowed to Kong Baishufu, and said lightly: "Young Master Kong, I still have some trivial matters at home, so I will take my leave first."

"Ah?" Kong Baishu couldn't figure it out, Xu Zizhen was just a servant, even though he was talented, Wen Xian was his master after all, how could he obediently follow him?

Wen Xian didn't say any more, and nodded to everyone as a greeting, then turned around and got into the car with dark green, Xu Zizhen didn't bother to pay attention to others, just bowed to Gu Zhongchen, followed Wen Xian, just arrived at the side of the car, but I heard Wen Xian say to the coachman: "Leave him some space."

Xu Zizhen got into the car without saying a word, just looked at the sky so quietly, let the wheels roll forward, he didn't know what he was thinking, the curtains in the car were swaying slightly with the shaking of the car, Wen Xian saw Looking at Xu Zizhen's back through the gap of the curtain, all kinds of feelings came to my heart: This person is really unpredictable, sometimes arrogant and sometimes rascal, but he also has that sudden surprise and stunning talent, what is he... one person?

Dark green opened a pair of big black eyes, looking at Xu Zizhen and then at Wen Xian, both of them looked pensive, and they couldn't help covering their mouths and secretly laughing: This Xu Zizhen is so interesting, it even made the young lady angry thought.

Xu Zizhen didn't know that Wen Xian was watching him secretly from behind, he was only thinking about the tangled issue now, if Jin Guo came to attack, would he use the knowledge of his later generations to help the country, or would An An hide in the south of the Yangtze River and do it? His ordinary people, to be honest, with his temperament, he is absolutely unwilling to participate in things that have nothing to do with him, but Rong Xi's cold eyes and the dream last night tugged at his heart all the time.

Suddenly he raised his head inadvertently, and found that the car had already returned into the city. Not far in front of him was a house with red walls and green tiles, and two huge stone lions outside the gates that opened in four directions. A plaque with three golden characters written on it - Liushoufu.

Xu Zizhen was startled: Huh?Left behind the mansion?Isn't that Kong Baishu's father's territory?It turned out to be here, and I don't know if there is a way to sneak in and have a look.

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Just when Xu Zizhen passed by the door, the hall in the left-behind mansion was completely quiet. On the head of the hall was a young nobleman in brocade clothes and a jade belt, and at the bottom was a middle-aged official, who was the owner of the mansion. Master Kong Qilin, who stayed behind on Jiangnan East Road.

Standing in front of your son is a middle-aged man in green clothes and a small hat. If Xu Zizhen was here, he would definitely recognize him at a glance. This person is Hu Sihai who escaped from the boat that day, but today he has completely lost the arrogance and arrogance he had when he faced Xu Zizhen. , but bowed his head and stood there, holding his breath and not daring to speak loudly.

"In two days' time, it will be the Mid-Autumn Festival." The noble young man played with a jade wrench on his thumb and said lightly, "The deadline for my uncle over there is the first day of September, which means there is still more than half a month left. Some, you said, what should I do if I can’t deliver the goods by then?”

His tone was very peaceful, and he couldn't hear a trace of anger at all, but Hu Sihai knew very well that the more peacefully his master spoke, the deeper the anger in his heart, he knelt down on one knee and said in a deep voice Said: "This time it is indeed the negligence of the subordinate, please punish the master!"

Your son didn't raise his eyes: "Punishment? If you are punished, will there be fifty Jiangnan women? I asked you to bring the twenty soldiers in front of the palace from the capital, how many are left now?"

Hu Sihai only felt a layer of cold sweat gradually oozing from his forehead, and reluctantly replied: "There are... there are eight left."

"Well, eight." No joy or anger could be seen on your young master's face, he just nodded his head slightly, and suddenly asked, "What is the name of the person you mentioned who ruined my big business?"

Thinking of that eccentric figure, Hu Sihai couldn't help but a cold light flashed in his eyes, he gritted his teeth and replied, "Master, this person's name is Xu Zizhen!"

"Is he Wen Chengyan's man?"

"Yes!"

The noble young master finally raised his head, and said calmly: "Sihai, you have been with me for many years, you don't need me to teach you how to do it again?"

Hu Sihai cupped his fists with both hands, raised his head and said resolutely: "Master, please rest assured, this subordinate knows what to do!"

Your young master waved his hand: "Well, go ahead, I'll give you another three days."

After Hu Sihai left, the young master smiled at Kong Qilin: "Master Kong, you and I are our own people, why should you be so restrained?"

Kong Qilin laughed dryly, said yes again and again, and then asked in a low voice: "My lord, what orders does your lord have this time?"

Your son shook his head: "It's nothing else, but the 50 people that the master in the north wants must be done quickly."

Kong Qilin gave a wry smile when he heard the words: "Wen Chengyan is pedantic, and recently he has sent extra manpower to patrol around. If we want to gather the number of people in this short period of time, I'm afraid..."

Your son waved his hand: "Wen Chengyan is not superhuman, how many things can he manage?" After speaking, he glanced at Kong Qilin with a half-smile.

Kong Qilin understood after a slight thought, nodded and smiled immediately: "I understand!"

The young master smiled slightly: "It's good to understand, it's not too late, Mr. Kong, let's go now." After speaking, he lowered his eyelids and played with the jade wrench.