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Chapter 184 She's About to Start Talking Nonsense Again

"That makes sense." Wen Xiang raised her hand to express her agreement with her elder brother's concerns, "But, brother, what are you going to do?"

Wen Dao shared his bold ideas with everyone: "..., the crux of the problem now is that I can't write poems and Fu that can impress Gu Yuanzhi."

Tusun: Poetry?what is that?
Wuwei Taoist: The idea is beautiful, but the reality is cruel.

"Cough, cough, actually, I have a lot of insight into poetry." Taoist Songxue said proudly.

"Junior brother, I advise you not to mislead your younger brother." Taoist Wuwei immediately backstabbed.

Wen Xiang and Wen Dao also showed suspicious expressions.

"You don't believe it?" Taoist Songxue was overly excited for a moment, and couldn't help shouting: "Wait, I'll write a poem for you right away."

Everyone immediately stared at Taoist Songxue intently, waiting to see his performance; Wen Xiang went back to the room and took out the Four Treasures of the Study, and lined up in front of him.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Taoist Songxue couldn't get off the tiger, so he could only pick up the brush slowly.

Everyone saw him frowning, frowning, scratching his ears and cheeks, but he was still unable to write, and there was something he didn't understand, so they suppressed their laughter.

Only Daoist Wuwei didn't give his junior brother any face at all, and smiled very happily: "Haha, junior brother, I told you not to be so arrogant, why didn't you listen, hahaha."

In fact, Taoist Songxue's poetry level is not bad, and he can usually tinker with one or two decent poems, but it is a bit difficult for him to perform on the spot.

Taoist Songxue blushed from being ridiculed by his senior brother. As soon as he dropped the brush, he rushed towards Taoist Wuwei, and the two senior brothers immediately fought into a ball.

Wen Xiang rubbed his forehead with one hand: "No, why are you pretending to be coercive?"

Tusun: I must be dreaming, Taoist priests don't know how to fight.

Wendao: Has anyone ever thought about how I feel?
Seeing Wuwei Daoren's brothers getting more and more "savage", Wen Dao and Tusun didn't care if they might be accidentally injured, so they hurried forward to persuade them and tried their best to separate them.

Wen Dao and Tu Sun stuck Taoist Songxue together and tried their best to calm him down.

In fact, Taoist Songxue did not have the upper hand in the fight at all. Since there are steps, he will naturally come down immediately, but he should pretend to be forced: "For everyone's sake, I won't argue with you .”

Taoist Wuwei was not angry either, he stopped running away and said with a smile, "Okay, then I would like to thank my junior brother, the adults don't care about the faults of the villains."

"Hmph!" Taoist Songxue flicked his sleeves, consciously breaking back the game, and felt better.

The most unlucky ones were Tusun and Wen Dao, who received several punches for no reason. Fortunately, the two culprits knew how to control the force, and neither of them was injured.

When everyone finished tidying up their clothes and returned to the main room, they were surprised to find that Wen Xiang was sitting in front of the table, writing something seriously.

Everyone couldn't help but went over to watch curiously. Taoist Songxue murmured while watching:

"The old county of Yuzhang, the new mansion of Hongdu. The stars are divided into wings, and the ground is connected to Henglu. At the turn of summer, the host and guest enjoy the beauty of the southeast." ①
"┈┈The time is the ninth month, and the preface belongs to the third autumn. The water is exhausted and the cold pool is clear, the smoke is condensed and the mountains are purple. Dignified on the road, visiting the scenery in Chong'a; near Changzhou, the son of the emperor, and gaining heaven and man The old museum."②
"The mountains are towering and emerald, and the sky rises above; the flying pavilion flows Dan, and there is no land below. Caiche District is bright. The sunset and the lone duck fly together, and the autumn water is the same color as the sky.”③
When Wen Xiang wrote the last stroke of the word "color", Taoist Songxue was already so excited that he could not speak coherently, and he clapped his hands repeatedly and exclaimed: "Good, good, what a sunset and a lone duck flying together, the autumn water is the same as the sky, it's wonderful!"

Wen Dao's eyes glowed even more: Is there any more in the future?

Wen Xiang put down the brush, moved her wrist, and continued to write:
"The fishing boat sings at night, and it rings on the shore of the poor Peng Li; the geese frighten the cold, and the sound breaks the water of Hengyang. ┈┈The sky is high and the earth is far apart, and the universe is infinite; Will be among the clouds." ④
"The terrain is extreme and the Southern Sea is deep, the Tianzhu is high and the North Star is far away. Guanshan is difficult to cross, who is sad for those who lost their way? When we meet by chance, they are all guests from other lands. Emperor Huai disappeared. How long will it be for the Xuanshi?"⑤
After writing the last word, Wen Xiang threw down the brush, stood up gracefully, walked lightly to the window, folded his hands behind his back and faced the night sky and sighed deeply: "Oh, my hands are so tired."

Everyone was overwhelmed, but Wen Dao and Taoist Songxue didn't have time to pay attention to Wen Xiang's pretentiousness, and the two squeezed together in front of the table of the Eight Immortals, reading and rereading the freshly released eternal masterpieces.

While reading, the two imagined in their minds: how majestic and majestic the terrain of Hongzhou is, how beautiful and wonderful the fairyland-like Changzhou is, and how majestic and magnificent the pavilions like the Palace of Osmanthus are.

The two showed envious and jealous expressions at the same time: how fascinating it would be to have a drink and poetry meeting with so many handsome stars in the pavilion with embroidered doors and carved bells.

Taoist Wuwei held his forehead and sighed: Junior brother, junior brother, do you know that you are a Taoist priest?

However, even if he is not very interested in poetry and Fu, he has to admit that this Fu is really exquisite:
The full text is mainly composed of four or six sentences, the sentence pattern is patchwork and the rhythm is brisk, and the writing is both ups and downs and natural flow; Subtle and sincere.

In short, after reading the whole article, the narrative is lyrical with love in the scene and scene in the love, very rich and elegant, but also euphemistic and tortuous.

excellent!

At this moment, what everyone wants to know most is: what kind of immortal can write such exquisite Fu? "

"Miss Wenxiang, Miss Wenxiang, this, is this your speech?" Taoist Songxue took the lead in asking everyone's thoughts.

"Just ask me to smell the fragrance."

"Okay." Taoist Songxue obeyed and said respectfully, "Wen Xiang, is this your masterpiece?"

"Of course not. Do you think I am someone who can write such ancient and wonderful speeches?"

Everyone shook their heads unanimously: No.

"Then who is the author of this poem?"

Wen Xiang spread his arms and replied easily: "Wang Bo."

"Wang Bo? Who is he?" Taoist Songxue wondered.

"A senior immortal that you don't know."

As soon as he heard this, he felt dizzy. He had a bad premonition that the younger sister was going to start talking nonsense again.

Taoist Wuwei sighed silently: She is going to start talking nonsense again.

Notes: ①-⑤ are all from Tang Wang Bo's Preface to the Pavilion of King Teng

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