Summoning of God of War of the Three Kingdoms

Chapter 67 Luo Shen Fu

Han Wu's pen and script were originally plagiarized by borrowing from the God of War summoning system, so there are no typos at all.

It's just that Han Wu's calligraphy made Zheng Xuan really dare not compliment him. Although he wrote each stroke seriously, it was crooked.

Even Hua Mulan, who was sitting next to Han Wu, couldn't help snickering, for such a handsome young master, it's unexpected that the font is so unbearable.

Zheng Xuan only secretly looked up at Han Wu's handwriting, but didn't see what he was writing.

Sitting next to Han Wu, Hua Mulan watched the son write the Fu word by word, and her face flushed immediately.

It is a prose that completely describes a woman. Although the literary talent is really amazing, Hua Mulan's heart is pounding.

After all, it was the first time to taste the forbidden fruit, and Hua Mulan subconsciously thought that the young master was describing herself.

Because the son always stops and writes, let's take a look at her later, and continue to write if he thinks about it.

Hua Mulan couldn't help thinking in her heart: "Young master, how could you describe me in the prose."

"It's really shy. Fortunately, these descriptions are very serious, otherwise I would be really angry."

Hua Mulan gently touched her flushed face, lowered her head to grind for Han Wu, and peeked at the prose written by the young master.

Han Wu picked up a pen and wrote quickly, and it took half a stick of incense to finish writing the abridged version of the Luoshen Fu, and put it in front of Zheng Xuan with both hands.

Zheng Xuan kept his eyes closed all the time, not curious about what Han Wu was writing, and expected him to finish writing soon.

Zheng Xuan opened his eyes, and took the oil paper with a smile.

At a glance, Zheng Xuan was extremely dissatisfied with Han Wu's calligraphy and the layout of the articles.

The main reason is that Han Wu's fonts are too poor, the seal script is not seal script, the official script is not official script, and it is slightly cursive.

Han Wu sat back in his seat, glanced at Hua Mulan, and smiled.

Hua Mulan quickly lowered her head, she had just read something written by the young master, so she was naturally shy.

Zheng Xuan was originally very dissatisfied with Han Wu's font, but just after reading a sentence, he applauded it.

"Okay! That's really great. The young master has such a talent for writing, he is indeed a versatile talent in both literature and military affairs. This sentence, 'Easy as a frightened bird, graceful as a dragon' is really exquisitely written!"

Zheng Xuanxi smiled, and he immediately felt that Han Wu was very talented in literature, even better than many of his disciples.

It's as graceful as a frightened bird, graceful as a swimming dragon; flourishing with autumn chrysanthemums and luxuriant spring pines; as if the moon is covered by light clouds, and the snow flutters like the flowing wind.

Looking at it from a distance, it is as bright as the sun rising from the morning glow; when observing it by force, it is as bright as a flower coming out of Lubo.If the shoulders are shaved, the waist is as usual.The neck is extended to show off the items, and the quality is revealed.

Such a famous story about beauties made Zheng Xuan immediately have an image of a beauty in his mind.

Zheng Xuan couldn't help feeling in his heart: "Okay, that's great. There is no description in any words, just comparing the image of the woman with other things, it highlights the beauty."

"This kind of realistic depiction makes everyone have a real image of a beautiful woman in their hearts. There are thousands of people with thousands of faces, and they are truly unique!"

Zheng Xuan stroked his beard, and when he read this paragraph, he couldn't help being shocked.

I have been a scholar for so many years, but I have not realized the literary importance of this point, I am really ashamed.

Of course, it's also because Zheng Xuan's prose hardly involves descriptions of beauties, but that doesn't mean he doesn't appreciate them.

After Zheng Xuantong read the whole article, he took a deep breath, and then said: "Young master's writing style is really exquisite. Although the font is a little bit poor, the prose is really perfect."

"In this regard, I am ashamed to be an old man. The young master has such a literary talent, and it really does not leak out."

Zheng Xuan stood up and personally expressed his approval to Han Wu, but Han Wu felt guilty and quickly stood up to return the salute.

Han Wu completely plagiarized Cao Zhi's famous novel "Luo Shen Fu", and Cao Zhi is still young, so Han Wu has robbed him of his achievements.

Feeling a little guilty in his heart, Han Wu naturally didn't dare to be too high-profile, so he quickly kept a low profile.

Han Wu said modestly: "The old man praised you, but this junior is actually not a quick-witted person. I have been planning this Luoshen Fu for a long time."

"The younger generation is actually not good at ink and brushes, so today I just sent it out of feeling, so I reluctantly made a fool of myself."

Hearing Han Wu's modesty, Zheng Xuan immediately smiled softly. He liked Han Wu's low key very much.

But Hua Mulan peeked at the young master curiously. In her opinion, the young master is usually very high-profile in front of herself and Su Xiaoxiao.

However, the usual Han Wu is invisible to others. He treats Hua Mulan and Su Xiaoxiao as his own.

Treating Hua Mulan and Su Xiaoxiao as his own, Han Wu is willing to show his true self in front of them.

Hua Mulan naturally knows this, and now she admires the young master even more, because the young master can perfectly grasp the proportions on different occasions.

Zheng Xuan put the oil paper away, looked at Han Wu happily, and said, "Mr. Han, don't be too humble. Your original development is not limited to literature."

"Young master can write some simple articles, which is actually enough. Now I am very pleased to see that young master has such a talent for writing."

Zheng Xuan nodded lightly, and he continued: "Young master's achievements in literature have met the requirements, so I will simply tell you about the usual etiquette."

"Of course there is no need for these red tapes in the army, but next month is the son's birthday party, so you still need to learn it briefly."

Zheng Xuan admired Han Wu's literary talent very much, and he thought that this aspect of teaching Han Wu's literature could be completely skipped.

Being able to write an article like "Luo Shen Fu", Zheng Xuan can guarantee that Han Wu will not be stumped by other princes' sons with literature at the birthday banquet.

Zheng Xuan continued to speak slowly, but this time what he was talking about was some ways of hospitality and guest etiquette.

What Han Wu disliked the most was listening to these things. As a reincarnation, these red tapes were too troublesome.

It's just that Zheng Xuan is a great Confucian after all, and he was invited by his father himself, and Han Wu also had to respect it.

This time, when Zheng Xuan spoke, Han Wu felt that the old man had suddenly turned into a big sleeping pill.

The voice was so magnetic that it made people's eyes sleepy, and every sentence made Han Wu dazed.

Seeing the young master's behavior, Hua Mulan also knew that he was too tired from writing the article just now, so she quickly pushed him.

Pushed awake by Hua Mulan, Han Wu saw Zheng Xuanwei lowering his head and reciting the etiquette requirements in the famous book, so he secretly pinched Hua Mulan's thigh.

Anyway, Zheng Xuan closed his eyes, so he couldn't see it, but this surprised Hua Mulan.

Blushing, she lightly slapped the back of the young master's hand, Hua Mulan looked at Han Wu seriously, and Han Wu had no choice but to continue listening to the class.

Forcibly listening to Zheng Xuan's etiquette for an hour, Han Wu still sat cross-legged with the characteristics of a general.

Zheng Xuan also understood that Han Wu liked military life, so he didn't make strict demands on this aspect.

After all, sitting cross-legged is also a way of sitting for generals.

"Okay, it's almost noon, and the young master must be very tired. That's all for today. This afternoon is the young master's rest time."

"From now on, for an hour every morning, the young master will come to learn etiquette and calligraphy, please take it seriously."

Zheng Xuan smiled slightly. Although he knew that Han Wu hadn't listened carefully just now, he didn't point it out directly.

Han Wu's literary talent has already convinced Zheng Xuan, he admires Han Wu's literary talent, so he doesn't care about other aspects.

Han Wu hurriedly thanked Zheng Xuan, took Hua Mulan's hand and escaped from the study, rushed out of the State Shepherd's Mansion and returned to Hexiang Bieyuan.

In short, Han Wu is quite tired of Zheng Xuan's lectures, this guy is simply a natural sleeping pill.

When pedestrians and merchants on the street saw Han Wu, they all bowed and said hello, showing great respect to Han Wu.

Han Wu's reputation in Yecheng is very good, and many people know him, so he naturally became the focus of the street.

The elite of the four Bloodthirsty Tiger Guards also trotted behind to protect them, causing the surrounding people to back down even more.

In the state pastoral mansion, Zheng Xuan walked back to the lobby with oiled paper, while Han Fu was waiting for Zheng Xuan.

Seeing Zheng Xuan's return, Han Fu quickly got up and bowed to Zheng Xuan.

Han Fu asked: "Senior, my son Han Wu's literary talent is not good, and he didn't like to study when he was a child. Please forgive me for making you angry."

Subconsciously, he thought that Han Wu must have made Zheng Xuan angry, which was what Han Fu believed.

But Zheng Xuan waved his hands happily. He smiled happily, obviously very satisfied with Han Wu.

"Your Inspector, you don't need to be too polite. Mr. Han's literary talent is excellent. If you don't believe me, just read this "Fu of Luoshen"."

Zheng Xuan handed Han Fu the oiled paper on which Han Wu wrote the Luoshen Fu, and Han Fu quickly took it and read it.

But Han Fu blushed, thinking that his child had written an obscenity.

Han Fu was furious: "This child is really outrageous! At such an age, it's okay to be incomprehensible, but he still thinks about women every day!"

Obviously very angry, Han Fu also blushed, because the beauties his son described gave him a sense of the picture.

Zheng Xuan smiled and waved his hands to tell Han Fu not to be too angry, and at the same time took back Luoshenfu with satisfaction.

Zheng Xuan said: "Master Han Jizhou, this is wrong. There is no obscenity in literature. Mr. Han wrote such exquisite prose, and I am quite impressed by it."

"If Lord Han Jizhou doesn't mind, I want to pass this Fu on to my disciples and let them learn more."

"Mr. Han has many advantages, and Han Jizhou should not underestimate him. It's just that Mr. Han's pen and ink are indeed poor, and I will guide you on this point."

Zheng Xuan persuaded Han Fu, and Han Fu quickly calmed down after hearing Zheng Xuan's words.

Hearing that the great Confucian Zheng Xuan said that his son's articles were exquisite, Han Fu was overjoyed and immediately changed his opinion.

Han Fu cupped his hands and thanked him: "Senior, you've praised me a lot. Dogs are not great. Perhaps he thought up this article a long time in advance."

"However, if the senior doesn't dislike it, the junior will naturally thank you for teaching the dog to learn calligraphy. The junior is grateful!"

Han Fu bowed deeply to Zheng Xuan, and Zheng Xuan did not stop Han Fu.

He knew that he stopped him, but he was being rude to Han Fu instead.

Han Fu and Han Wu are not the same, Zheng Xuan is already half-legged into the loess, how to treat people and things in a natural way.

(End of this chapter)