The wisdom is against the sky: people in Daqin, the maid Shao Siming

Moreover, some of the allusions and descriptions in the entire Preface to the Pavilion of Prince Teng are not applicable at this time.

Ying Chen thought about it again and again, and finally decided to set his sights on another famous article that has been passed down through the ages, The Goddess of Luo River.

The talent in the world totals one stone, but Cao Zijian alone possesses eight buckets.

From this it is not difficult to see what kind of talents Cao Zhi and Cao Zijian have.

Therefore, the "Ode to the Goddess of Luo River" he wrote is a rare masterpiece in the entire history.

Moreover, it would not seem abrupt to use the "Ode to the Goddess of Luo River" to praise Xu Zhihu.

While he was thinking, the guard had already placed a writing desk, paper and pen in the center of the hall.

At this moment, everyone's eyes turned to Ying Chen and fell on him.

They really couldn't understand why Ying Chen was so confident that he wanted to write on the spot.

You know, even Xu Weixiong spent several days thinking and revised it many times before finally finalizing the text.

After finishing copying, he showed the article he wrote to Ying Chen today.

But from the time Xu Weixiong opened his mouth to now, only about an incense stick of time had passed.

There is no way to think in such a short time.

Therefore, what kind of masterpiece can Ying Chen write?

Now everyone thinks that Ying Chen is just a young man who is arrogant and unwilling to accept defeat.

Once you really start writing, you will realize the difficulties, so you will be ready to laugh at the joke.

After all, Daqin and Beiliang are still not the same country.

Chapter 118: Shocking, a masterpiece through the ages, who can compare with it!

"I followed Daqin and returned to Mount Li, facing Fufeng, crossing Longquan, passing through Quancheng. The mausoleum was cool and clear. The sun was setting in the west, and the carriage and horses were tired."

When everyone saw Ying Chen writing like rain, they thought it would be a masterpiece.

But this first sentence made them feel that this was the level?

"What a waste of my feelings. I just saw how confident he was and thought he would produce some masterpiece."

"This sentence now is just a record of what happened along the way from Daqin to Qingliang Mountain."

Everyone present shook their heads. The beginning of the article was so bland that they no longer had any hope for Ying Chen.

They didn’t think at all that Ying Chen would write an article that would impress them.

After all, I had no confidence in the first place, and the beginning was almost so bland. I even watched Ying Chen continue to write a few more sentences, but the result was still just a simple narrative.

Those who had originally been pessimistic about Ying Chen couldn't help but look at each other and smile after seeing this scene.

There was even a hint of pride in his eyes, as if to say, "See, I knew it would be like this."

"He's just a reckless boy who doesn't know his place."

At this time, Xu Fengnian couldn't help but come to Li Yishan's side and asked in a low voice with concern.

"Master, what do you think of this article written by my brother-in-law?"

Hearing this, Li Yishan slowly shook his head, "It's hard to say, but these first few sentences really don't have much to shine at."

Hearing this, Xu Fengnian nodded.

He understood that his master was being euphemistic when he said this.

The so-called nothing eye-catching means that it is very plain and has no classic quality.

It was only because of Ying Chen's kindness to the Xu family that he only said that there was nothing outstanding about it.

This made Xu Fengnian even more worried.

Compared to others, he was more grateful to Ying Chen. After all, Wu Su was his mother.

But Ying Chen told him about his mother's blood feud, otherwise he would have been kept in the dark by Li Yang for who knows how many years. How could Xu Fengnian not be grateful for this "four three three"? !

Just when Xu Fengnian wanted to say something to help Ying Chen out of the predicament.

When he looked up again, he was a little surprised.

At this time, the expressions on everyone's faces had changed slightly. They were no longer full of disdain as before, but instead showed some interest.

"The driver replied, "I have heard that the god of Heluo is called Mi Fei. So what your Majesty saw is this! What is her appearance like? I would like to hear about it."

Ying Chen stopped writing here and dipped his pen in ink.

But everyone around was discussing in low voices: "Goddess Luo?"

"Is this Master Ying Chen describing our princess?"

"It just so happens that at the beginning, it describes the whole process of his coming from Daqin to Qingliang Mountain in our Beiliang Palace."

"In this way, the beginning and the end are consistent. It seems that the beginning is not completely without merit. We were too arbitrary in our judgment."

The person beside him heard this and nodded in agreement, "That should be the case."

"And did you notice that throughout the whole article, Ying Chen wrote very smoothly without any pauses?"

“Although it’s not amazing, it’s well-balanced and there’s nothing wrong with it.”

"To be able to write such an article in such a short time, I have to say it is a rare masterpiece!"

"So, have we wrongly blamed Young Master Ying Chen?"

At this time, people's opinion of Ying Chen changed significantly. It was no longer like before, when almost everyone was waiting to see Ying Chen make a fool of himself.

Most people nowadays couldn't help but nod slightly to express their agreement with Ying Chen.

After all, it is rare to be able to write such a high-quality article in such a short time.

Although it is still not as good as most people present, it has definitely changed everyone's impression.

"It seems that although the Qin Empire values ​​martial arts, its people don't understand literature either!"

"Especially the third son of the Great Qin Empire, his literary talent is quite good."

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At this time, Ying Chen, who was covered in ink, listened to the comments of the people around him, with a slight curl of his lips, showing great disdain.

“A masterpiece that is above the standard?”

"Wait a moment, and you will know what is the eternal masterpiece!!!"

Then, Ying Chen was seen picking up his pen again and continuing to write on the rice paper.

"I told him: 'Its shape is as graceful as a startled swan, as gentle as a swimming dragon. It is as glorious as an autumn chrysanthemum, as flourishing as a spring pine. It is like a light cloud covering the moon, and it is fluttering like snowflakes blown by the wind.'"

When Ying Chen finally got to the main topic of The Goddess of Luo River, everyone in the hall who had just been discussing suddenly became solemn.

If we say that just now they were still commenting on what Ying Chen wrote, they felt that Ying Chen's literary talent was still inferior to theirs.

But just this short sentence, with its extremely beautiful words, made them no longer dare to underestimate the article written by Ying Chen, entitled The Goddess of Luo River.

As they continued to watch, they had a vague strange feeling in their hearts, which gave them goose bumps all over their bodies and their eyes were full of surprise.

"She walks lightly on the water, her silk stockings are covered with dust. She moves without a fixed pattern, sometimes in danger, sometimes in peace.

It is difficult to know when to go forward or backward. Her eyes are full of energy and her face is smooth and shiny.

"She was silent but her breath was like the fragrance of orchids. Her beauty was so graceful that I forgot to eat."

At this moment, all the scholars present were not only solemn, but almost holding their breath.

As if he was afraid that his breathing would interrupt Ying Chen's creation, he dared not make any sound.

Xu Fengnian seemed a little puzzled when he saw everyone's reactions.

Although he also felt that his brother-in-law's words were very ornate.

But I don’t understand why the literati present were so excited?

Therefore, he hurriedly pulled his master Li Yishan and asked again.

"Master, what happened to you?"

"Weren't you still critical just now?"

At this moment, Li Yishan stared at every word written on the rice paper with the brush in Ying Chen's hand, not daring to move his eyes away even a little.

At the same time, he explained to Xu Fengnian in a low voice, his tone full of amazement.

"You ask me what's wrong? It's really out of this world!!!"

"If Ying Chen can maintain this level of writing for the rest of his articles, I'm afraid we in Beiliang will witness the birth of a masterpiece that will be remembered for all eternity!"

"What? A famous piece of literature?"

Xu Fengnian couldn't help but exclaim in his heart.

After all, he is not as good as a great scholar like Li Yishan, and does not know much about writing, but he also knows the value of famous works throughout the ages.

In the Kyushu continent, there are tens of billions of people, and there are countless outstanding people like the stars in the sky!

There are only a few articles that could be called masterpieces of all time.

Therefore, after hearing what his master said, Xu Fengnian had no doubts for a moment.

"Is there something wrong with my ears that caused me to hear it wrong?!"

"Just now everyone thought it was just an excellent work that was above average."

"But how come in just a moment, everyone is so solemn, and why did the master give such a high evaluation?"

At this time, no one present was in the mood to pay attention to Xu Fengnian, not even Xu Xiao.

At this time, even this warrior had squeezed from the first seat to the middle of the crowd, staring at the "Ode to the Goddess of Luo River" written by Ying Chen.

I hate the different ways of people and gods, and I resent the passing of my prime years.

I raise my silk sleeves to wipe away my tears, which flow down my collar in waves.

I mourn the loss of a good relationship and mourn the passing of someone in a foreign land.

I express my love to you with my deepest affection and present you with the bright pearls from the south of the Yangtze River.

Although I am hiding in Taiyin, my heart is always with the king.

Suddenly I didn't know where I was, and I felt sad and lost in the night.

a long time!

When Ying Chen finished writing the last word, he stopped writing.

Inside the entire Beiliang Palace, all civil and military officials were in complete silence.

Even those generals who did not understand the beauty of writing could not help but be shocked at this moment.

After all, those who can sit in their position still have some understanding of some basic common sense.

At this moment, when they looked at Ying Chen's "Ode to the Goddess of Luo River", they were instantly certain.

This piece of "The Goddess of Luo River" is definitely better than any other piece I have ever read, it is a so-called masterpiece handed down from generation to generation!

All the scholars present gasped, their eyes widened in shock, and their eyes were full of disbelief.

There were even a few elderly people who couldn't hold back their tears and were shaking with excitement.

"This...this...this was actually written by Mr. Ying Chen?!"

Although they were so amazed in their hearts, they did not doubt that The Goddess of Luo River was not written by Ying Chen. They were just too shocked.

After all, if someone really had written such a masterpiece, it would be impossible for these people not to have read it.

After all, this "Ode to the Goddess of Luo River" is enough to shock the world!!!

If the literary world is an eternal night, then The Goddess of Luo River is definitely one of the pieces, a beacon that no one can ignore!

Although it is not a book like Confucius's, the beauty of this article alone is rare in the world.

Perhaps only the Nine Songs written by Qu Yuan in the legend can be compared with it.

silence.