Rise From the Humble

As powerful as a frightening dragon, floating like floating clouds, the "Yong Chopstick" on the rice paper was like a dragon bursting out of the paper, stirring up the righteousness and aura of the room and shocking everyone in the room.

An expert will know if there is one as soon as he takes action.

Those who were dissatisfied with Zhu Ping'an's parachuting as a lecturer in Prince Yu's Mansion could not help but remain silent at this time.

After writing the title, Zhu Ping'an stopped the brush, turned around and dipped it skillfully in ink, and then splashed the ink on the screen rice paper again.

This guy's handwriting is so good, but he can't write poetry to perfection, right? !

Seeing Zhu Ping'an swiping his brush again, Wang Yaozu's face turned even grayer, his heart was in his throat, he was worried to the extreme, and his toes were clenched nervously.

finally

Under the scorching gazes of everyone, the brush in Zhu Pingan's hand came into contact with the rice paper again, and he splashed ink, and the brush moved like a dragon and a snake. The dragons jumped out on the paper in the ups and downs, winding and leaping into words.

In an instant, the first line of the poem appeared in the middleman's eyes.

"Looking at a pair of Xiangjiang jades side by side"

Zhu Pingan dipped his ink once, which was only enough to write this sentence.

"Looking at a pair of Xiangjiang jades side by side... This sentence sounds very ordinary, like ice boiled in plain water, unremarkable..." After Zhu Pingan finished the first sentence, someone at the bottom couldn't wait to recite it again. , but after reading it, I couldn’t help but shake my head in disappointment.

"Yes, I originally thought Master Zhu was a good calligrapher and his poems must be extraordinary, but this 'pair of Xiangjiang jade' looks ordinary no matter how you read it." Someone echoed it, and they were equally disappointed. Shaked his head.

"Haha, Master Zhu's poem can be composed by an old man from the east."

"Is this the level of the number one scholar?"

"Hey, I waited so long for nothing."

"It has no artistic conception, no literary talent, no aura, and is as plain as water. Did Mr. Zhu write such a poem after thinking about it for so long? It's so disappointing..."

There was a lot of discussion at the banquet, sounds of surprise, sighs, ridicule, and sarcasm, like a storm.

"Hahaha, look at a pair of Xiangjiang jades side by side, haha, what a good poem written by Mr. Xiao Zhu." The pale gray on Wang Yaozu's face disappeared after Zhu Pingan finished writing this poem, and he waited anxiously and nervously. All the negative emotions were swept away, his face was filled with red light, and he could not suppress laughter. He said that Zhu Pingan wrote good poems, but the mocking tone made it clear that he was not sincere. .

I thought you would write some good poems, but I have been worrying for so long in vain. I didn’t expect you to write such a mediocre poem.

hehe

I really overestimate you, this loser.

Wang Yaozu looked at Zhu Ping'an with squinted eyes, and the sarcastic curve of his mouth almost reached his ears.

"Looking at a pair of Xiangjiang jades side by side..." Gao Gong was also a little surprised by Zhu Pingan's plain and loveless poem, and turned his gaze to Zhu Pingan thoughtfully.

Zhang Juzheng was also a little surprised, thinking that this was not Zhu Pingan's normal level.

King Yu sat high on the main seat, smiling as always, with no change in mood.

"This is just the first line. Perhaps the second line of Mr. Zhu's poem will be full of spirituality and turn decay into magic." There were also people at the banquet who held different views. They did not join everyone in mocking Zhu Pingan, but made a more rational and objective evaluation. road.

"Well, Master Zhang is right. Let's see how Master Zhu writes the next sentence."

"Yes, although Mr. Zhu's first sentence is unremarkable, as a sentence to introduce the title, the purpose is achieved. Looking at a pair of Xiangjiang jades side by side, the bamboo from the Xiangjiang River is the best for making chopsticks. Although Mr. Zhu's sentence to introduce the title is It’s bland, but it’s not impossible, let’s look down.”

Then several people nodded, feeling that what Mr. Zhang said made sense. This was only the first sentence. It was too early to draw a conclusion.

"Haha, okay then, let's see how Mr. Zhu's second sentence turns decay into magic." The people around him who were mocking Zhu Ping'an became even more mocking after hearing this.

"Then we'll see."

"Okay, having said that, we can't wait to see Master Zhu's second sentence that turns decay into magic."

A burst of laughter rang out, instantly suppressing those rational voices.

Zhu Ping'an, who was in the center of the focus, remained calm, as if he didn't hear the gossip around him. His indifferent and persistent brush was dipped in ink again, and he swiped it on the screen lightly.

Zhu Ping'an's calmness made Wang Yaozu nervous again.

Zhu Ping'an is so calm. Could it be that the second sentence turned decay into magic like what the man named Zhang said? !

Tension arose again. Wang Yaozu leaned forward, stretched his neck, and stared straight at the tip of Zhu Pingan's pen, his eyes almost bulging out.

Zhu Ping'an calmly and persistently swipes the brush on the screen. The tip of the brush falls on the paper, like a dragon and snake swimming around, making a soft sound of sand when it rubs against the paper.

For a moment, everyone was watching, and the banquet was quiet with only a few inaudible rustles. Everyone's eyes and attention were all focused on Zhu Pingan, or to be precise, the tip of Zhu Pingan's pen.

Soon, the ink ran out, Zhu Pingan finished writing, turned around and dipped in ink again.

This second poem written by Zhu Ping'an also appeared in everyone's sight: The second concubine once shed tears stained.

Looking at a pair of Xiangjiang jades side by side,

The second concubine once shed tears stained.

There is a bamboo called Mottled Bamboo in the Xiangjiang River. The bamboo is dotted with spots, like human tears. There is a touching mythical story about Bamboo. It is said that Emperor Shun had two beloved concubines named Ehuang and Nvying. Emperor Shun was very affectionate and had a very good relationship with them. After Emperor Shun passed away, the two concubines were very sad and burst into tears. The tears fell on the bamboo, staining the bamboo with stains of tears, and it became Mottled Bamboo, also known as Xiangfei Bamboo.

This poem by Zhu Pingan integrates this mythical story.

but

The effect doesn't seem to be very good.

After this poem was written, everyone at the banquet read it, and the jeers became even louder.

"Haha, I thought that the second line of Master Zhu's poem could turn decay into magic. Looking at a pair of Xiangjiang jades side by side, the two concubines had tears stained them. Haha, it turns out that it can only be like this. It makes people even more disappointed. .”

"Looking at a pair of Xiangjiang jades side by side, the two concubines shed tears. Haha, the first half of this poem is really full of sour scholarly flavor."

"What is this? It's really disappointing. Let's not talk about the mediocre verses. The artistic conception alone is also disappointing. It took a long time to formulate the words and sentences to praise the love of Emperor E and Nvying. Is this the pattern of the No. 1 Scholar? People in front of them either used objects to describe people or expressed their ambitions, promoting selfless dedication, integrity, or impassionedness. Looking at the past and present, Master Zhu's artistic conception is too inferior. "

"We promised to turn decay into magic. That's it. I can only laugh..."

"If these two sentences were written by a scholar, there would be nothing wrong with them, but if they were written by a top scholar, it would be a bit unjustifiable."

People at the banquet who originally disliked Zhu Pingan did not hide their ridicule, and their comments were also very merciless.

hehe

The person named Zhu has only one skill.

Wang Yaozu was completely relaxed, with a mocking smile on his face.

Those who had remained objective and rational just now couldn't help but fall silent after reading the second line of Zhu Pingan's poem. After a while, they sighed and shook their heads in disappointment.

After reading the second line of Zhu Pingan's poem, Gao Gong also fell silent. He looked away from Zhu Pingan and shook his head slightly.

King Yu, who was sitting on the main seat, had the smile that had been on his face all day disappearing. He tapped the table unconsciously with his right hand, as if he was thinking about something.