Prince of Song Dynasty

Chapter 413
At this time, Zhang Qian seized the opportunity to make the Chen brothers lose face.To be honest, Zhang Qian's performance has no technical content, but the effect will not be compromised. If this continues, the Chen brothers will not be able to write poems, and there may be a wave of insults to the Chen brothers in these small circles tomorrow. Elegant, or the remarks of the Chen family.

"I want to write a poem! Why don't you let me think about it now and make a poem." Ye Chen, who had been silent for a long time and looked like an honest follower, suddenly spoke.

"Who is this?" Liu Zongyang asked at the right time.

Chen Feng introduced: "Uncle Liu Shi! This is my cousin Chen Qing, who just came to Jinling from Suzhou a month ago."

"It's a pleasure to meet you!" Liu Zongyang politely cupped his hands.

Ye Chen replied: "Uncle Liu Shi is too polite."

Zhang Qian said: "It turned out to be Brother Chen from Suzhou. Brother Chen just said that he wanted to compose a poem on the spot. Now we can start. Show it out for everyone to observe. Oh! Brother Chen, don't forget, the topic tonight is based on this poem." The view of the Qinhuai River is the main one.”

He was surprised and open-minded, but in fact, he had already laughed in his heart. It is not an exaggeration to say that the Chen family and the Zhang family are old enemies. They are watching every move of the Chen family. The Chen family has a silly relative from Suzhou. How could he not know.And what is Chen Qing's talent? He has already inquired about it a long time ago. After reading books for so many years, he can write poems, but what will happen when he writes it can be seen from the changes in the expressions of Chen Feng, Chen Jun and this Chen Qing just now. It is obvious that Chen Qing was forced to stand up and write poetry because he was squeezed by what he said.If a poor poem is really taken out for everyone to "evaluate", what effect will it have, it will only embarrass people.

Ye Chen hesitated for a moment, and said, "That night I was born to be ugly."

Liu Zongyang smiled and said, "Brother Chen please!"

Zhang Qian wanted to say something more, but Ye Chen walked up to a short table next to him and picked up the brush.There are pens, inks, papers and inkstones everywhere in this kind of poetry meeting. Ye Chen dipped the tip of the brush into the ink and paused for four or five breaths.

Chen Feng and Chen Jun's faces were ugly when they heard Zhang Qian's words, but seeing the calm and calm expression of their scholar cousin, they had expectations in their hearts, and followed Zhang Qian and others with fixed expressions.

The brush dipped in the ink for two breaths, and it fell on the rice paper. Ye Chen said at the same time: "Alright, since everyone is so kind, I don't dare to hide my clumsiness and make a fool of myself! Mmm! Today's late students will use what they have seen and heard on the Qinhuai River tonight. As the title, write a poem."

In this way, the brush was brushed on the paper. Although Ye Chen worked hard to practice brush calligraphy under the supervision of Yu Qingyan last winter and achieved some success, it is not pen calligraphy after all. The wild grass swished, and the writing was not too fast. Liu Zongyang watched from the side, and after a while, he helped to read the written words.

"Qinhuai Night Mooring"

His tone was so clear that the entire boat could hear it clearly, and after a while, his expression and standing posture became more formal, and he repeated: "The official willow moves the autumn leaves, and the Qinhuai River produces the evening tide."

The first sentence of this Qinhuai night mooring is full of atmosphere!

Zhang Qian and Liu Zongyang's expressions changed instantly
Liu Zongyang's clear voice reached everyone's ears. On the desk next to him, Ye Chen brushed up his pen and wrote quickly. As soon as the first sentence came out, many people's faces changed a little. Waiting for the next sentence, Zhang Qian frowned, with a bad feeling in his heart.Although Chen Feng and Chen Jun brothers have no poetic talent, they still have the ability to appreciate. They looked at each other, eyes full of surprise and complexity.

With the appearance of the first line of the poem, others have not had time to really figure it out. Of course, a single line can be said to be impeccable at most, and it cannot be said to be good or bad. The silhouette has already appeared before everyone's eyes, and the magnificent and magnificent atmosphere spreads out as the words take shape.

Brush brush.

"You can see the new moon on the tower, and the lights on the double bridge."

"Open the red foil across the bank, and play the purple flute in the wind."

"Whoever pities the wanderer is shaking his heart."

The level of appreciation of poetry among the people present is still good. This five-character verse has described the entire Qinhuai night scene vividly and vividly. The entire Qinhuai night scene was written in words. After reading this poem, people who listened could not help Suddenly, a night view of the Qinhuai River appeared in his mind.

At this time, there was silence at first, and then whispers.

Ye Chen put away his brush, took a closer look, and felt very satisfied with his calligraphy today. As for the content, he copied a good poem that had been transmitted for nearly a thousand years after the early Northern Song Dynasty, so there was no need to worry about it.He picked up the rice paper casually, took a breath, turned his head and said, "Please comment, Uncle Liu Yang."

Liu Zongyang looked at Ye Chen again at this time, his expression was quite different from before, still very polite, but there was more attention and surprise in his eyes.

He took the rice paper with poems written on it in his hand, read it several times, and was already thinking about what kind of evaluation he should use.

The fireworks were rising, and others were waiting for his first comment. The elegant smile on Zhang Qian's face, the gentleness and humility had long since disappeared, and his expression was unbelievable.He wanted to say that this poem was copied by Chen Qing, but when he thought about the poems he wrote earlier, he also bought other people's poems.The most important thing is that the standard of "Qinhuai Night Mooring" in front of me is really too high. Who would sell such a poem?
Chen Feng and Chen Jun glanced at Zhang Qian, their faces full of disgust, but their eyes fell back to the paper in Liu Zongyang's hand, and then looked at their cousin.When the lights are on and off, the eyes of the two are complex and unspeakable
Chen Feng sighed, and said quietly: "More than a month ago, the family of my younger brother Chen Qing suffered misfortune. After Wuyue was forcibly occupied by the court of Song Dynasty, all the family property was robbed. My second uncle's family, except Qingdi and his wife, were all taken away by Song Dynasty. The imperial court killed him."

As soon as Chen Feng said this, when everyone looked at the last line of the poem "Qinhuai Night Mooring" - "Who pities the wanderer, his heart is shaking", their hearts were shocked, and they felt that the poem was even more The profound artistic conception is still higher than what they just thought.

The eight boats of the Liufang Poetry Association are divided into one main boat and seven auxiliary boats. The size of the main boat is three times that of the other seven auxiliary boats. The singers inside are more beautiful, and the drinks, melons and fruits are of higher grade, more delicate and delicious.The most important thing is that the people sitting in the main boat are those who are truly talented or distinguished.At this time, the poetry meeting in the main boat has reached its climax.

The music sounded, sheets of paper were passed around in the hands of everyone, and the singer's light voice was singing tonight's excellent poems.The atmosphere here is a bit more serious than the poetry meeting in Fufang, because there are many heavyweight figures, but various performances can still make the atmosphere lively and elegant.

In the spacious and beautiful boat hall, everyone set up a banquet, women lived on one side, talented people lived on one side, and the host and a group of well-known and knowledgeable elders were on the other side. There was no special stage, but occasionally there were singing and dancing in the middle of the empty hall. The performance was indeed very natural and impressive. Most of the people who were able to come to this poetry meeting were the famous top names, and obviously they had spent a lot of thought on it.

The young people who can sit here are really famous talents. If these talents have excellent works, they will stand up and comment on them directly. Pass it around and watch it, if the poem is really good, or if you have other opinions, someone will get up and recite it, discuss it with everyone, and those well-known and knowledgeable elders will naturally make comments.

The Patriarch of the Liu family, Liu Yueze, is the master, but he is only sitting next to the main seat, sitting on one side, and next to him is a noble old man on the main seat.The old man's name is Liu Jinyu, he is the servant of the household department of the Southern Tang Dynasty, and he is a fourth-rank official.The official system of the Southern Tang Dynasty was different from that of the Song Dynasty, and similar to that of the previous Tang Dynasty.And this Liu Jinyu is the second in command of the household department, second only to Wang Jinshu, Shangshu of the household department.It can be said to be high in weight.

Although the Liu family is a business family, they have been friends with the Liu family of the scholarly family for generations. The current head of the Liu family, Liu Yueze and Liu Jinyu, have a deep friendship and are as close as brothers.When the Liu family holds poetry gatherings, they often invite talented scholars from the Liu family to sit in the town, but today Liu Jinyu is present in person, which is extremely rare.

Liu Jinyu is a rare capable minister in the Southern Tang Dynasty. It is reported that although he is the minister of the household department, because of the mediocre ability of the household department, the operation of the household department is actually presided over by Liu Jinyu. Shangshu Wang Jinshu is empty, and he really controls the money bag and household department of the Southern Tang Kingdom.

Although Liu Jinyu himself is in charge of the household department, his attainments in poetry and Confucianism are no less than that of any Hanlin scholar. In order not to accept it, two or three of the dozen or so talents in the main boat have received his teachings and are called teachers, but Liu Jinyu has always been strict, and everyone is a little afraid of him, but he is also a little bit tonight. He didn't criticize anyone, in fact, the quality of Liu Fang's poetry meeting tonight still satisfied him.

At this time, he was chatting and laughing with Liu Yueze, the Patriarch of the Liu family, in a low-key manner. In fact, when the time came, generally speaking, the really good poems had already come out, and the two of them were discussing these at this moment.

"Swallows are fascinated by Huadi Lane, and crows are scattered on Willow Yin Bridge. The Qinhuai River under the city is flat and ebbs and flows. This song "Evening View of the Qinhuai River" by Fu Ruojin, the master boatman, is really talented. Look, I'm afraid this poem will be the most popular tonight."

"It's also Huadi Lane and Liuyin Bridge. It starts from small objects, but it gives people a sense of grandeur, which only makes people's thoughts stir. This poem has a legacy from the Tang Dynasty. Fu Ruojin is indeed among the best, but Besides this one, the other ones are also very good! For example, the one just sent from the third vice-boat."

(End of this chapter)