Chapter 244
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Gong Zi Xu
Chapter 244
His Majesty Li Er looked helplessly at Fang Jun's acting, and it was not worth scolding him for such a thing, so he had to pretend he hadn't seen it, and said casually: "Everyone said that your writing is good, and I think it's just like that. It’s something. But is there any new work recently? Write it down and let Ouyang and I taste it more.”
As for Fang Jun's poems, His Majesty Li Er still likes them very much, especially the style that begins with a flat and straightforward narration, then rises steeply and ends with a profound artistic conception.
Ouyang Xun calmed down a bit, after living such an old age, why haven't he seen it?Although I suffered a little loss, it is not a big deal, I just look for an opportunity to make up for it, I can't get angry in front of Your Majesty, and lose my demeanor for nothing.
Then he echoed: "Yes, the old man lives at home and has heard of Erlang's lyrics, especially that song "The Charcoal Seller". Pass it down to future generations!"
The corner of Fang Jun's mouth twitched, this old bastard, his revenge is really fast enough...
Sure enough, His Majesty Li Er's face turned dark when he heard "The Charcoal Seller", and he gave Fang Jun a hard look. This poem has harmed his family's green sparrows!
Fang Jun shrank his neck, pretending to be cowardly...
His Majesty Li Er did not intend to let him go, and said with a cold face: "Why, in front of me, you are exhausted, and in front of the singer of Zuixianlou, you are full of ideas?"
Fang Jun is sweating, you can really take a big hat...
Thinking about it in my heart, I got an idea, and said: "I really don't have any new works. I have been busy with spring plowing recently. How can I write poems with leisure time? But I read a book a few days ago, but I came across an ancient poem. I was a little emotional, so I borrowed flowers to present Buddha, How about entertaining His Majesty?"
"Then write it down and have a look." His Majesty Li Er stood up from the stool and handed over the desk to Fang Jun.
Then a maid came over, her wrists were better than snow, her bare hands were studying ink...
Fang Jun picked up the brush and dipped it in the ink. The soft tip of the pen moved on the white rice paper, but it seemed to move up and down freely.
Of course Ouyang Xun knew the goods. He twirled his beard to watch, and wanted to pick something wrong, but he let out a "huh" and found that there was nothing to pick...
This is not to say that Fang Jun's level has really reached the realm of the clan, and it is already natural, but this Zhao style handwriting is something that Ouyang Xun has never seen before. How do you ask him to choose?
You have never seen a Mercedes-Benz or a BMW, so how do you know which one is better?
Both Zhao Mengfu and Ouyang Xun are one of the four great masters of regular script. Fang Jun's handwriting is calm, clear in structure, round in appearance and connotative in muscles and bones. The echo is very close, not only retaining the standard of Tang Kai, but not sticking to every move and style of Tang Kai. In regular script, there are often some vivid and handsome running script brushwork and structure, and the stroke shape is vivid and natural.
It can be said that it inherits from Tang Kai, but detached from Tang Kai, gentle and elegant, light and flowing; the brushwork is exquisite and beautiful, full of bookishness and wealth.
His Majesty Li Er stood with his hands behind his back and nodded slightly.
It is really rare to be able to form a family and start a sect at such an age.
When I got excited for a while, I casually chanted the poems written by Fang Jun.
"My family married me on the side of the sky, and entrusted me to the king of Wusun in a foreign country.
The dome is a room and a wall, and meat is the food and butter is the pulp.
I live in the usual land and think about it, and my heart hurts, and I would like to return to my hometown for Huang Hu..."
The strong sorrow and longing came vividly on the paper, causing His Majesty Li Er to frown and ask, "What poem is this?"
Ouyang Xun also frowned, thinking hard.But obviously, although this old guy is a spineless person, his knowledge is really not covered. After a while, he showed his face and said: "This poem is called "Huang Huge", and it was written by Princess Xijun of the Western Han Dynasty."
""Huanghu Song"? Princess Xijun?"
His Majesty Li Er was a little confused. It was the first time he had heard of this princess's title, so he had no impression at all.Can't help squinting at Fang Jun, feeling a little upset.You can't compare to Ouyang Xun, so let's admit it, but why do you have more knowledge than I know, you ignorant boy?
Ouyang Xun explained: "Wu Yuan of the Han Dynasty entrusted Xijun, the princess of Jiangdu, as the princess, and married Wusun Kunmi. When she came to the country and governed the palace, she met again and again at the age of one. The princess was sad because she couldn't speak. Whenever I miss my hometown, I will sing it to relieve the pain of homesickness..."
Princess Xijun married Wusun far away, far away from home, and shed tears when she got married.
What's more unfortunate is that Lie Jiaomi is old and will soon be critically ill.According to the custom of Wusun's father who died of sons, wives and stepmothers, Lie Jiaomi ordered Xijun to remarry his grandson Junxumi before his death, but Xijun refused, so he wrote to Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty, who ordered him to follow the custom, so Xijun had to marry Junxumi.Later, she gave birth to a daughter, and died of grief soon after due to postpartum disorder and bad mood.
Xijun was only 25 years old when he died, leaving only the song "Huanghu Song" for future generations to mourn.This poem is also known as the first frontier poem in history, and was included in "Han Shu" by Ban Gu, and later included in Chinese poetry, called "Jue Tune".
The whole poem is filled with Xijun's complex feelings of inner pain, missing his hometown but unable to change the status quo.This poem was passed from Wusun to Chang'an, and Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty was moved by it. "Hanshu" contains: "The emperor heard it and felt sorry for it, and sent envoys to Yiyan with curtains and brocades."
His Majesty Li Er's expression changed, he was thoughtful, and he twitched his beard and remained silent.
Even the grinding little palace lady was obviously infected by the deep longing, despair, and sadness in this poem, she bowed her head slightly, her beautiful eyes were reddish.
Ouyang Xun said: "Being in the emperor's family, one should have the responsibility of sacrificing one's life for the country. As a daughter, it is a supreme honor to shoulder the burden of marriage. Otherwise, wars will end in disaster, and many men will die on the battlefield , how many families have been indirectly destroyed, and how many babies have been orphaned?"
His Majesty Li Er nodded silently.
"Hey!" Fang Jun sneered, with a look of disdain.
Ouyang Xun asked in astonishment, "What does Fang Shilang think?"
Fang Jun said with a smile: "If these athletes on the battlefield can learn from Ouyang's ancestors, they may not be able to die a few, no matter whether the Huns or the Turks, they will always take prisoners, right?"
Ouyang Xun was taken aback for a moment, and then realized that this is talking about his sloppy life again!
The old man was almost fuming with anger, and said angrily: "Master Fang, don't go too far, why did this old man provoke you, how many times did you mock Yu Mou?"
His Majesty Li Er also had a displeased look on his face, he didn't slap people in the face when he slapped someone, why do you bastard just slap him in the face?No one can stand up to these words!
But he didn't interrupt, let's see what Fang Jun is going to do, because... Fang Jun is right!
Fang Jun put away his smile, looked at Ouyang Xun's ugly face, and said calmly: "Ugly, you are born with it. If you are ugly, you should be at ease. No matter it is ugly as flying sand and stones, or it is uncanny, you can't be without backbone and self-confidence. You have to be ugly enough to be smart, ugly to be talented, ugly to be different, and ugly to be admirable. Well, in the final analysis, you are still ugly..."
After a pause, seeing that no matter whether Ouyang Xun, His Majesty Li Er, or the maid studying ink standing on the side, all of them looked dull, as if they were overwhelmed by his literary talent, they added another sentence: "You are ugly. It's not your fault, but it's your fault to be ugly and shameless..."
Ouyang Xun only felt a rush of blood rushing straight to the top of his head, and almost fainted, his face was blood red and he said angrily: "Zhuzi! How dare you insult me?"
Fang Jun said seriously: "Because you are shameless!"
"How shameless is this?" Ouyang Xun was about to go mad with anger. Is this man a mad dog? Who catches and bites whom?Simply inexplicable!
Fang Jun said sharply: "According to what you said, men are afraid of death, so they push women to marry far away in the desert of Saibei, use women to seek the country's peace and well-being, use women to exchange for your comfort and enjoyment, what is it? Moreover, if things go on like this for a long time, men will put their heads in their crotches, and throw a princess out to ward off disasters whenever there are barbarians. What is the blood of men in the Tang Dynasty? As a soldier, he should protect the women and children behind him. Since the decisive victory on the battlefield, the horse leather shrouds! Even if the blood is stained with yellow sand, it can also pour iron bones for my Tang Dynasty, the spirit of the Han family! If this bone collapses, it will live to seventy or eighty, and it will only be a rice worm. What is the benefit of the country?"
Ouyang Xun was so angry that he almost spat out a mouthful of old blood. These words were like knives piercing his heart, each knife hurts...
(End of this chapter)
His Majesty Li Er looked helplessly at Fang Jun's acting, and it was not worth scolding him for such a thing, so he had to pretend he hadn't seen it, and said casually: "Everyone said that your writing is good, and I think it's just like that. It’s something. But is there any new work recently? Write it down and let Ouyang and I taste it more.”
As for Fang Jun's poems, His Majesty Li Er still likes them very much, especially the style that begins with a flat and straightforward narration, then rises steeply and ends with a profound artistic conception.
Ouyang Xun calmed down a bit, after living such an old age, why haven't he seen it?Although I suffered a little loss, it is not a big deal, I just look for an opportunity to make up for it, I can't get angry in front of Your Majesty, and lose my demeanor for nothing.
Then he echoed: "Yes, the old man lives at home and has heard of Erlang's lyrics, especially that song "The Charcoal Seller". Pass it down to future generations!"
The corner of Fang Jun's mouth twitched, this old bastard, his revenge is really fast enough...
Sure enough, His Majesty Li Er's face turned dark when he heard "The Charcoal Seller", and he gave Fang Jun a hard look. This poem has harmed his family's green sparrows!
Fang Jun shrank his neck, pretending to be cowardly...
His Majesty Li Er did not intend to let him go, and said with a cold face: "Why, in front of me, you are exhausted, and in front of the singer of Zuixianlou, you are full of ideas?"
Fang Jun is sweating, you can really take a big hat...
Thinking about it in my heart, I got an idea, and said: "I really don't have any new works. I have been busy with spring plowing recently. How can I write poems with leisure time? But I read a book a few days ago, but I came across an ancient poem. I was a little emotional, so I borrowed flowers to present Buddha, How about entertaining His Majesty?"
"Then write it down and have a look." His Majesty Li Er stood up from the stool and handed over the desk to Fang Jun.
Then a maid came over, her wrists were better than snow, her bare hands were studying ink...
Fang Jun picked up the brush and dipped it in the ink. The soft tip of the pen moved on the white rice paper, but it seemed to move up and down freely.
Of course Ouyang Xun knew the goods. He twirled his beard to watch, and wanted to pick something wrong, but he let out a "huh" and found that there was nothing to pick...
This is not to say that Fang Jun's level has really reached the realm of the clan, and it is already natural, but this Zhao style handwriting is something that Ouyang Xun has never seen before. How do you ask him to choose?
You have never seen a Mercedes-Benz or a BMW, so how do you know which one is better?
Both Zhao Mengfu and Ouyang Xun are one of the four great masters of regular script. Fang Jun's handwriting is calm, clear in structure, round in appearance and connotative in muscles and bones. The echo is very close, not only retaining the standard of Tang Kai, but not sticking to every move and style of Tang Kai. In regular script, there are often some vivid and handsome running script brushwork and structure, and the stroke shape is vivid and natural.
It can be said that it inherits from Tang Kai, but detached from Tang Kai, gentle and elegant, light and flowing; the brushwork is exquisite and beautiful, full of bookishness and wealth.
His Majesty Li Er stood with his hands behind his back and nodded slightly.
It is really rare to be able to form a family and start a sect at such an age.
When I got excited for a while, I casually chanted the poems written by Fang Jun.
"My family married me on the side of the sky, and entrusted me to the king of Wusun in a foreign country.
The dome is a room and a wall, and meat is the food and butter is the pulp.
I live in the usual land and think about it, and my heart hurts, and I would like to return to my hometown for Huang Hu..."
The strong sorrow and longing came vividly on the paper, causing His Majesty Li Er to frown and ask, "What poem is this?"
Ouyang Xun also frowned, thinking hard.But obviously, although this old guy is a spineless person, his knowledge is really not covered. After a while, he showed his face and said: "This poem is called "Huang Huge", and it was written by Princess Xijun of the Western Han Dynasty."
""Huanghu Song"? Princess Xijun?"
His Majesty Li Er was a little confused. It was the first time he had heard of this princess's title, so he had no impression at all.Can't help squinting at Fang Jun, feeling a little upset.You can't compare to Ouyang Xun, so let's admit it, but why do you have more knowledge than I know, you ignorant boy?
Ouyang Xun explained: "Wu Yuan of the Han Dynasty entrusted Xijun, the princess of Jiangdu, as the princess, and married Wusun Kunmi. When she came to the country and governed the palace, she met again and again at the age of one. The princess was sad because she couldn't speak. Whenever I miss my hometown, I will sing it to relieve the pain of homesickness..."
Princess Xijun married Wusun far away, far away from home, and shed tears when she got married.
What's more unfortunate is that Lie Jiaomi is old and will soon be critically ill.According to the custom of Wusun's father who died of sons, wives and stepmothers, Lie Jiaomi ordered Xijun to remarry his grandson Junxumi before his death, but Xijun refused, so he wrote to Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty, who ordered him to follow the custom, so Xijun had to marry Junxumi.Later, she gave birth to a daughter, and died of grief soon after due to postpartum disorder and bad mood.
Xijun was only 25 years old when he died, leaving only the song "Huanghu Song" for future generations to mourn.This poem is also known as the first frontier poem in history, and was included in "Han Shu" by Ban Gu, and later included in Chinese poetry, called "Jue Tune".
The whole poem is filled with Xijun's complex feelings of inner pain, missing his hometown but unable to change the status quo.This poem was passed from Wusun to Chang'an, and Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty was moved by it. "Hanshu" contains: "The emperor heard it and felt sorry for it, and sent envoys to Yiyan with curtains and brocades."
His Majesty Li Er's expression changed, he was thoughtful, and he twitched his beard and remained silent.
Even the grinding little palace lady was obviously infected by the deep longing, despair, and sadness in this poem, she bowed her head slightly, her beautiful eyes were reddish.
Ouyang Xun said: "Being in the emperor's family, one should have the responsibility of sacrificing one's life for the country. As a daughter, it is a supreme honor to shoulder the burden of marriage. Otherwise, wars will end in disaster, and many men will die on the battlefield , how many families have been indirectly destroyed, and how many babies have been orphaned?"
His Majesty Li Er nodded silently.
"Hey!" Fang Jun sneered, with a look of disdain.
Ouyang Xun asked in astonishment, "What does Fang Shilang think?"
Fang Jun said with a smile: "If these athletes on the battlefield can learn from Ouyang's ancestors, they may not be able to die a few, no matter whether the Huns or the Turks, they will always take prisoners, right?"
Ouyang Xun was taken aback for a moment, and then realized that this is talking about his sloppy life again!
The old man was almost fuming with anger, and said angrily: "Master Fang, don't go too far, why did this old man provoke you, how many times did you mock Yu Mou?"
His Majesty Li Er also had a displeased look on his face, he didn't slap people in the face when he slapped someone, why do you bastard just slap him in the face?No one can stand up to these words!
But he didn't interrupt, let's see what Fang Jun is going to do, because... Fang Jun is right!
Fang Jun put away his smile, looked at Ouyang Xun's ugly face, and said calmly: "Ugly, you are born with it. If you are ugly, you should be at ease. No matter it is ugly as flying sand and stones, or it is uncanny, you can't be without backbone and self-confidence. You have to be ugly enough to be smart, ugly to be talented, ugly to be different, and ugly to be admirable. Well, in the final analysis, you are still ugly..."
After a pause, seeing that no matter whether Ouyang Xun, His Majesty Li Er, or the maid studying ink standing on the side, all of them looked dull, as if they were overwhelmed by his literary talent, they added another sentence: "You are ugly. It's not your fault, but it's your fault to be ugly and shameless..."
Ouyang Xun only felt a rush of blood rushing straight to the top of his head, and almost fainted, his face was blood red and he said angrily: "Zhuzi! How dare you insult me?"
Fang Jun said seriously: "Because you are shameless!"
"How shameless is this?" Ouyang Xun was about to go mad with anger. Is this man a mad dog? Who catches and bites whom?Simply inexplicable!
Fang Jun said sharply: "According to what you said, men are afraid of death, so they push women to marry far away in the desert of Saibei, use women to seek the country's peace and well-being, use women to exchange for your comfort and enjoyment, what is it? Moreover, if things go on like this for a long time, men will put their heads in their crotches, and throw a princess out to ward off disasters whenever there are barbarians. What is the blood of men in the Tang Dynasty? As a soldier, he should protect the women and children behind him. Since the decisive victory on the battlefield, the horse leather shrouds! Even if the blood is stained with yellow sand, it can also pour iron bones for my Tang Dynasty, the spirit of the Han family! If this bone collapses, it will live to seventy or eighty, and it will only be a rice worm. What is the benefit of the country?"
Ouyang Xun was so angry that he almost spat out a mouthful of old blood. These words were like knives piercing his heart, each knife hurts...
(End of this chapter)
