The Young Master Is Fierce Chapter 290: Ning Siyan

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He actually just walked through the pear orchard, and just heard himself talk about the Buddhist temple in Fan State. In such a short period of time, he created a brand new word card and immediately recited it. Such a beautiful poem!

This Hanling Temple Wenhui... Who can stop its edge?

Fu Xiaoguan was looking at the stars and moon outside the window, drank all the wine in the glass in one gulp, and then chanted:

"She looks just like the real person Gushe, with graceful appearance and noble spirit.

Whoever believes in the myriad of things is different from others, and he is not in the same category as all the beauties.

The majestic spirit is pure and heroic, the immortal talent is outstanding, and it is difficult to distinguish them when they come down to earth.

When you return from Yaotai, you can see the cave sky clearly. ”

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……

After reciting the word, there is no sound, but there seems to be an invisible charm flowing.

After dozens of breaths, Fan Tianning bowed respectfully to Fu Xiaoguan: "Brother Fu is such a talented person, I can't help myself!"

Fu Xiaoguan laughed, "Brother Fan, don't offend me, just do it casually to add to the atmosphere."

Fan Tianning admired Fu Xiaoguan more and more. Such a talented young man was so humble. No wonder the teacher respected Fu Xiaoguan so much.

Fan Tianning’s teacher is Zhang Xiaoran, a great scholar of Fan State, a bachelor of Wenyuan Palace, and the crown prince’s tutor!

Fu Xiaoguan has never heard of this name, but this name is more resounding in Fan State than Shangguan Wenxiu is to Yu Dynasty.

Fan Tianning still remembers what his teacher said to him before coming to Wu Dynasty: "When it comes to poetry and articles, Fu Xiaoguan is invincible! So don't worry about the outcome of this trip, get close to him more, if you can get him Coming to Fan Country is the biggest gain of your trip."

Fan Tianning vaguely understood what the teacher meant, so inviting Fu Xiaoguan to Fan Country became his greatest hope.

But during the dinner just now, Fu Xiaoguan said that he might not have time this year, which made him a little disappointed. However, he thought that Fu Xiaoguan was already a fourth-rank official in the Yu Dynasty at such an age. There were many things to do, so he made an appointment next year. ——No, after you go back, ask your father to issue a state letter and invite Fu Xiaoguan to Fan State in the name of the country. This will become Fu Xiaoguan's official business, and he will naturally be able to come.

Making up his mind, Fan Tianning filled the glass with wine again for Fu Xiaoguan.

"For Brother Fu, this is a casual work, but for me, this is a quatrain in the world. Brother Fu, drink another glass of wine and write this poem "No Desires, Leisurely Living in Pear Blossoms"! ”

The two drank another drink.

Wu Ling'er did not ask Fu Xiaoguan to drink. She was reading the poem carefully at the moment.

I muttered brokenly: "The upper part of this word is written about pear blossoms, and white brocade and white snow are used to describe the flawless pear blossoms... The word 'cold' vividly expresses the blooming of pear blossoms under the melting moonlight! The human world In the sky, the bright moon is bright, and the flowers are as bright as snow...the pear blossoms look even more noble!"

Su Su poked her head and looked at the poem on the table, her brows filled with curiosity, and suddenly asked: "Who does this Gushe Zhenren refer to?"

Wu Ling'er smiled and said: "[Zhuangzi, Xiaoyaoyou] There is a saying: On the mountain of Miaogushe, there are gods and men, whose skin is like ice and snow, and who is as outstanding as a virgin. Brother Fu used this allusion to write Pear Blossom Her pure and virginal beauty."

"Oh..." Su Su nodded vaguely, looking back at Fu Xiaoguan again, thinking that this guy really knew a lot.

Wu Ling'er also glanced at Fu Xiaoguan, thinking that he was using pear blossoms to express his feelings. Could it be that his heart really has no desires?

But Meng Xi woke up from this word at this moment. She came to Fu Xiaoguan's side, said a blessing, and asked with great anticipation: "I dare to ask the young master, this word... can this little girl copy it?" Come and sing?”

If I can get this poem, my reputation will definitely rise to the top of Shili Pinghu Liuyuntai... I will fight back!

The significance of this poem is extraordinary. It is the first poem written by Fu Xiaoguan when he came to Wu Dynasty. Its name contains the three characters "Xianqingju", and more importantly, it is the first poem written by Fu Xiaoguan. A word card!

If I went to Sister Fengyue to compose the music for this lyrics and sang it myself, what would the sparrows of Shili Pinghu mean to me!

Fu Xiaoguan didn't care about this, so he nodded.

Meng Xi was so happy that she hurriedly went to get a piece of paper and copied down the poem "No Desires, Leisurely Love in Pear Blossoms" with great piety.

Wu Ling'er seemed to have thought of something. She quickly took the original poem written by Dong Shulan in her hand, put it away, and stuffed it into her sleeve pocket in full view of everyone.

"Hee hee, I think the two sisters have already known his literary style, but this word is disrespectful to my sister."

Fan Tianning was quite sorry, but the words were already in his mind and he didn't care about them.

But Dong Shulan slightly twitched the corner of his mouth, feeling a little distressed.

The night breeze blows through the window, bringing with it a little moisture, as if there is also a faint fragrance of pear blossoms.

It was a little cold and Fu Xiaoguan was a little drunk, so the group left Xianqingju, got on the carriage and went back to the Yingbin Building.

Just when Fu Xiaoguan and his party left half a cup of tea, a person flew in from the small building in the pear garden.

He was holding a wine flask in his hand and a broad sword on his back. He flew from the Lishui River, passed through the open window, landed on the second floor, and sat down. In front of that table.

Meng Xi was also sitting at the table. She just raised her eyes to look at the young man in front of her, and then lowered her head to look carefully at the poem she had just copied.

The more I watched, the happier I became, and a smile appeared on my face.

The young man came over while drinking. After a moment, he raised his eyebrows and asked, "Who wrote this?"

"The great talent of the Yu Dynasty, Fu Xiaoguan."

The young man was startled, "Fu Xiaoguan? Has he been here tonight?"

Meng Xi nodded, "A table full of people came, and he wrote this poem after half a night of drinking, and he was a little drunk."

The young man looked at the word carefully again, frowning slightly, the cynical expression on his face disappeared, and he actually became a bit solemn, as if he was thinking about something.

After a while, he sighed and his face returned to its previous look.

"Mengxi, it's getting late."

Meng Xi glanced at him again and raised the corner of her mouth, "Siyan, unfortunately, it's not convenient for me today."

"Coming?"

"Yeah."

That's really inconvenient.

He is Ning Siyan, the son of the sword-crazy Ning Fatian and the painting-crazy Yan Ruyu!

He is the de facto little master of this leisurely thing, but he doesn't bother to take care of it.

Since losing to his father with a half-sword the year before last, his hand has rarely held a sword. He has always held a big wine bag in his hand.

He never inherited the title of Sword Crazy, but he got the title of Drinking Crazy.

He didn't take it seriously, so what about the sword? What about wine?

I have no desire anymore. In this life, I just want to write a poem for my mother's "Sad Mandarin Duck". This will fulfill my mother's wish and my only thought.

Writing poetry?

Wait!

Fu Xiaoguan!

He suddenly asked: "Where has Fu Xiaoguan gone?"