The ultimate version of "Silent Night Thoughts" is out!

Zhu Ping'an pulled the corners of his mouth, arched his hand to Meng Chong and said, "Please help me prepare pen, ink, paper, and inkstone." ”

"Hehe, pretending...... The classics of Shixian can also be changed at will? Also prepare pen, ink, paper, inkstone?! I can't help myself, and I'm dying......"

When the big red flying fish suit brocade guard heard this, he sneered at Zhu Ping'an, and his voice was not very low, and his voice was as harsh and ugly as a jackal. Heh, you Zhu Ping'an are fat pigs on the chopping board, there is no day to turn over, what do I still care about you.

"Hey, look at the memory of the miscellaneous family, it really deserves to be beaten. If it weren't for Lord Xiao Zhu's reminder, the miscellaneous family would have almost forgotten about pen, ink, paper, and inkstone. Quick, a few of you quickly prepare pen, ink, paper, and inkstone for Lord Xiao Zhu. ”

Meng Chong stretched out his hand and slapped himself, and the little eunuch who commanded to follow gave Zhu Ping'an a pen, ink, paper, and inkstone.

The pen, ink, paper, and inkstone had just been arranged, and Zhu Ping'an picked up the brush and dipped it in the ink and put it on the rice paper.

"Alas......"

Meng Chong saw that Zhu Ping'an didn't want to write without thinking about it, and couldn't help but sigh in surprise, this time the pen is too hasty.

Zhu Ping'an looked up at Meng Chong.

"Lord Xiaozhu, don't you think about it before you write?" Meng Chong couldn't help but remind Zhu Ping'an.

The big red flying fish on the side smiled at the brocade guard, Zhu Ping'an is going to give up on himself and give up treatment!

"Didn't Gonggong Meng say that the saint is still waiting for his life, the saint's time is precious, how dare he let the saint wait for a long time."

Zhu Ping'an smiled slightly and replied softly.

After speaking, ignoring the stunned Meng Chong and the others, Zhu Ping'an put down the pen directly on the rice paper and wrote hard.

Except for a few times dipped in ink in the middle, Zhu Ping'an's brush in his hand never stopped.

"Heaven is forgivable; and thou shalt not live. Gonggong Meng, he wants to die himself, what are you stopping him to do? You can't stop it....." The big red flying fish suit brocade guard came to Meng Chong's side, and sarcastically mocked Zhu Ping'an in a dumb voice.

However, before he finished his sarcastic words about Zhu Ping'an, Zhu Ping'an in the cell had already finished writing.

"Please submit it to the Holy Lord." Zhu Ping'an put away his pen and arched his hand to Meng Chong, interrupting the sarcasm of the big red flying fish costume brocade guard.

Ha?!

That's it?!

Meng Chong was stunned for a moment, and he didn't react for a while, although he saw Zhu Ping'an write it with his own eyes, he still couldn't believe his eyes and couldn't accept this fact.

How long has it been?! Not to mention a cup of tea time, this tea hasn't been poured yet, right?

Meng Chong subconsciously glanced at the timed sandalwood and found that the sandalwood had only just been lit.

The big red flying fish suit brocade guard was also stunned,, I haven't finished my sentence yet, you finished writing a poem?! But soon he came back to his senses from his stunned, pulled the corners of his mouth downward, and ridiculed, "Hmph, hastily doing things, giving up on yourself, can you read the poems written so quickly, and if you submit them, won't it stain the eyes of the saint?!" ”

In fact, it was not only the big red flying fish suit Jinyiwei who thought so, but almost everyone present who was literate thought so.

"Silent Night Thoughts" is a classic ancient poem by the poet immortal Li Bai, Zhu Ping'an revised it so quickly, and the quality can be imagined.

Including Meng Chong himself, he thought about it.

Although Zhu Ping'an is known as the youngest champion of the Ming Dynasty, and the holy prelude is also known as the emperor's heart for Qingci and other works, but now what needs to be revised is the famous work "Silent Night Thoughts" by the poet Immortal Li Bai, Zhu Ping'an finished it so quickly? !

Can you write it well?!

Meng Chong held a suspicious gaze and fell his gaze on the "Silent Night Thoughts" written by Zhu Ping'an, and there was no expectation in his heart.

"Silent Night Thoughts"

Three words came into Meng Chong's eyes, well, don't mention anything else, this word is quite good, the dragon flies and the phoenix dances, the power penetrates the back of the paper, and the champion is really a good hand.

Looking down further, the first line of the poem jumped into Meng Chong's eyes: "The bright moonlight in front of the bed is suspected to be frost on the ground." ”

Hey, this sentence has been changed, Meng Chong remembers it very clearly, the original work is "Looking at the bright moon in front of the bed, it is suspected that it is frost on the ground." ”

Meng Chong also has a foundation, although he can't be compared with his professional background, he still has a certain ability to appreciate it.

After this sentence has been changed by Zhuang Yuanlang, it is more catchy than the original, and there is a verb in the middle of the original "Watching the moonlight before the bed", and the tone will pause unconsciously when it reads, and it is a little sluggish, but after being changed to "Bright moonlight in front of the bed" by Zhuang Yuanlang, it is much more catchy to read. No matter how deep things are, Meng Chong estimates that there must still be them, but because of his limited literary skills, he can't see it, but it is an indisputable fact that it is catchy.

It seems to have really changed?!

After reading the first two sentences, Meng Chong couldn't help but glance up at Zhu Ping'an, wanting to see if Zhu Ping'an had an extra head, and in such a short period of time, he could really modify the verses of the poet immortal? !

It's just a head!

How?!

Meng Chong retracted his gaze, lowered his head and looked down: "Raise your head to look at the bright moon, bow your head and think of your hometown." ”

Well?

This sentence has also changed.

The original work is "look up at the mountains and moons, and look down at your hometown." Zhuangyuanlang was revised to "look up at the bright moon and bow your head to think of your hometown". It also reads more smoothly, Meng Chong also entered Beijing from other places, every full moon night is expected to be homesick in the bright moon, Meng Chong scrutinized it, and felt that "raising his head" was a little relaxed, and "raising his head" was more helpless and heavy, as if "raising his head" felt more able to express homesickness than "raising his head". "Mountain Moon" was changed to "Bright Moon", and it was more catchy to read, and the deeper reasons were not understood by Meng Chong.

However, it is an indisputable fact that the whole poem is so changed that it is catchy to read, and it is more conducive to recitation.

As for the artistic conception, I think it seems that Zhuangyuanlang's is more beautiful and vivid, of course, this may also be because of his lack of literary skills.

However, if you let yourself choose, it seems that this version modified by Champion Lang seems to be better than the original.

It seems that Champion Lang really did it?!

I thought that this was a proposition, but I never expected that for Zhuang Yuanlang, this was a question of sending off.

"Lord Xiao Zhu is worthy of the talent, this song "Silent Night Thoughts" has been changed by Lord Xiao Zhu, and it seems to be a higher level than the original." Meng Chong held the rice paper in both hands and said to Zhu Ping'an with a smile.

"What?! Better? The big red flying fish suit brocade guard was stunned when he heard this, Meng Gonggong said that he was joking, Zhu Ping'an's poem that he revised without thinking about it can also be better than the original work of the poet fairy Li Bai? !

The big red flying fish suit Jin Yiwei didn't believe it, and stepped forward to take a look at Zhu Ping'an's revised "Silent Night Thoughts".

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It seems, as if...... It seems like...... It seems like it's really ......

The big red flying fish suit brocade guard was silent.

"Ping An is just chasing ducks on the shelves, if you are lucky enough to have a poem or two, it is just because Ping An stands on the shoulders of giants." Zhu Ping'an arched his hand and said modestly.

"Standing on the shoulders of giants...... Zhuang Yuanlang said casually all the amazing words, and he still wants to be modest, it's too difficult, hehe......" Meng Chong said with a smile, and then carefully put away the rice paper, thinking in his heart, this sentence is quite interesting, and it can be said to the saint when the time comes.