"You all want to see my brother's writings?" Zhao Yun smiled and walked to the main table of Nanjun.

"That's it!" Huang Chengyan is the most literate, he stroked his beard and smiled: "Although Zhibo Gongzhong Jinggong is deceased, he has always been a model for us. ”

"Yanxin's son, Rougong, is also a great talent in the world," Pang Qilong sighed: "The Shunqing brothers' family history must be very talented. In fact, young people should be brave and diligent. ”

Nima, Zhao Yun scolded in his heart, I haven't seen you come out all my life. Just want others to become famous as soon as possible, and his nephew, Pang Tong, who doesn't know whether he was born or not, was blown into a phoenix.

The family's support for the younger generations is sometimes very shameless, and a sesame seed can be said to be a watermelon.

What Xun's Eight Dragons, I didn't see the one who died, I don't know what the situation is, I only admit that Ciming is unmatched.

"Maybe you have all ignored a problem," Zhao Yun pressed down with his hands: "Brother Shunqing, what their family is best at is not poetry and songs, but people's livelihood governance." ”

The gang of Nanjun were speechless, they didn't expect this.

No one is perfect, and a person who is famous does not necessarily mean that he is blessed with words.

For example, Han Feizi, the founder of Legalism, has no relevant works left, all emphasizing the importance of the system, and governing the country according to the law is what he has been advocating.

is close to Mr. Ciming, his father-in-law, and another talented Mr. Shuijing, who are not famous for their words.

"However, when my brother was telling me, he had some pictures in his head." Zhao Yun smiled and groaned: "He knows the Jiangling area by heart, but he can't express it in poetry." ”

"The clouds were touched, and I composed a poem to throw bricks and lead jade."

Without waiting for others to react, he had already groaned in a deep voice: "Between the white emperor and the clouds, thousands of miles of Jiangling will be returned in one day." The apes on both sides of the strait could not stop crying, and the light boat had already crossed the ten thousand mountains. ”

More than half of the literati and writers in Nanjun were immersed in the artistic conception of the poems.

There are a few in Nanyang County, most of them are martial artists, and they only feel that they are catchy, which is very different from what they have been exposed to.

Of course, there are also people who are not very proficient in arts and sciences, like Ma Bing, he is bored, why do these people respect Zilong Gongzi so much? Is poetry so fascinating?

In my heart, I am even more determined that no matter how much hardship I endure in the future, I must let my children become literati.

As for Cai Da, the big Lori, she just glanced at Xu Shu when she was staring at Zhao Yun, and immediately her eyes were still on Xu Yuan's handsome face.

The performance of everyone in the private room was in full view, and Zhao Yun couldn't help but disdain in his heart: Nima, Shixian's poem, are you still not satisfied?

Originally, he was describing the area of Gangneung Ba County, but he preferred Du Fu's first ascent.

The wind is urgent, the sky is high, the ape is howling, and the white bird flies back. The boundless falling trees are falling, and the Yangtze River is rolling.

He is often a guest in the sad autumn, and he has been on stage alone for more than a hundred years. Hardship, bitterness, hatred, frost and sideburns, pouring down a new turbid wine glass.

In particular, the last two sentences of Shang Yun are not exaggerated to be called famous sentences through the ages.

But now there are two problems, the first problem is that the age status does not match, and the lower rhyme cannot be shown at all. And only Shang Rong always gives people a feeling of unfinished.

The second problem is that the Yangtze River is called the river water today, and if you chant it yourself, you can perceive that the endless Yangtze River is rolling and the momentum is extraordinary, and the endless river water is rolling into the dust in an instant.

"Good poetry, good poetry!" Huang Chengyan, the head of Wenqing, finally opened his closed eyes: "I want to live here in the world, and I can't think of such a good sentence when I break my head." ”

"Yes, brother-in-law!" Cai Mao also sighed with emotion: "It is said that Brother Zilong is talented, and today he finally opened his eyes." ”

Everyone echoed the voice, and they were full of admiration for a while.

As for those from small and medium-sized families, they quickly asked the maids to bring paper and pens and transcribe them.

bold, let Zhao Yun pay on the spot, never thought that this master was not cold at all, and agreed with a smile.

Even Ma Bing begged for a transcription, and leaned over with a shy face to ask for payment.

Together, Pang Qilong and Huang Chengyan, who wrote well, were surrounded by people. Seeing that Zhao Yun was so humble, they were embarrassed to hold it up and copy it with their hearts.

"That's right!" Cai Mao also fished several copies, after all, his cloud body was written well, and he slapped his head after writing: "Brother Zilong, what is the name of your masterpiece?" ”

Name? Ouch, I'll go, everyone reacted, a poem must have a name, suddenly the wind was messy, the poems were written, where is the name of the poem?

"Just call it White Emperor City!" He replied casually, signed the "White Emperor City to give Ma Boxiong brother Zhao Zilong", and finally signed the year, month and day, and raised his head to see Ma Bing's smiling face.

In fact, when Zhao Yun's font and new style poems just came out, it caused a lot of controversy.

In the capital, Zhao Wen and Cai Yong rushed left and right, which finally made the voice of criticism much quieter.

At that time, some words naturally reached Zhao Yun's ears.

He said a few words.

"Writing is progressing, we have gone step by step from the words of our ancestors to today, if we still hold on to the mantle of our ancestors, then our words can only stand still."

"As for poetry, it comes from the creation of working people. This is true of all of them. ”

"Let's find a random paragraph to see: Kankan is a sandal, and the river is dry. The river is clear and rippling. ”

"I think even Mengtong can understand the meaning of the poem, because the poems are for people to see."

"When did the word become a tool in the hands of those who are not sick?"

"Do I write a lot of ancient things and show them to modern people to study and ponder?"

Naturally, his words were also spread by people with good intentions. There must still be opposition voices, but they are no longer targeted on the surface, and the big deal is that they are secretly fighting.

It is said that Zhao Zhong was very happy that night, returned to his residence and drank a large glass of sorghum wine, and did not get up at noon the next day.

God is pitiful, the Zhao family also has a place in the literary world.

Today, there must be literati in Jingxiang who are not cold, and they can't write it themselves, so they can take it down and think about it carefully, maybe one day they can attack the shield of the son with the spear of the son.

For example, the people of the Xi family never made a sound when they called three people in.

At first, Zhao Yun saw Cai Da's abnormality. Channeling has reached this point, how sharp is the feeling?

All you need to do is raise your eyes and swipe it gently, and you can see everyone's movements.

"Brother Deju, that's Sister Ling, right?" Zhao Yun secretly called Cai Mao over and talked in the corner.

After all, although he made a poem, he was not the center of the Jingxiang people, and it was impossible for everyone to revolve around him.

The funny thing is that Cai Da, who was sitting next to Cai Mao, was still staring at Xu Shu intently, and she didn't notice that her brother had left his seat.

Does this girl like windy, suave men? It seems that he is still an uncle.

Maybe that's the case, or her brother would have let her be a concubine for Liu Biao in history, and she would have been happy.

Otherwise, even if the Cai family is not a big family like the Yuan family and the Xun family, Cai Da will not be too demanding if she doesn't want her family.

Cai Mao finally found out that something was wrong with her sister, and smiled bitterly: "Exactly, my little sister has been favored by her father since she was a child, and she is about to be married, and she is naughty all day long, and she is not satisfied with all the family affairs that have been set." ”

At the party, there are naturally many occasions with women, but they are not their own family members, but official slaves and maids.

"Not really." Zhao Yun glanced at Xu Shu meaningfully, and found that this kid was looking at him, so he gestured with his eyes.

Of course, Yuan Zhi may not have discovered Cai Da's gender, and his face was immediately red, he is not a lover of male style.

"Sister Ling is innocent and romantic," Zhao Yun teased Xu Shu, and then said: "My friend Yuanzhi, next to the Zhong family, is Mr. Shuijing's beloved apprentice, and the two are also teachers and friends. ”

So this kid is so powerful? Cai Mao must have known Sima Hui.

Immediately, he was also relieved, the so-called people are divided into groups, how can Zhao Yun be around him with the same wine bag and rice bag.

"Marriage is a big event, can Brother Zilong allow Mao to return to his father?" Cai Mao breathed a sigh of relief in her heart.

My sister who can't be high or low, finally someone wants it.

Xu Shu didn't know why, and was still stunned there.