Chapter 1003

Zhang Feng's spirit is very poor today.

The two women don't know where to hear him after drinking. They can't talk too much. You can say anything you ask.

Last night, the two women pestered Zhang Feng about the Red Mansion, but Zhang Feng really didn't want to talk about it. After all, it took too much energy, and now there are serious things to do.

The two women are also clever ghosts. They directly drunk Zhang Feng. I don't know which big tongue told the two women this move

Zhang Feng's poetic dismissal after getting drunk directly from Xu Shi to dawn.

Had it not been for the severe headache and brain swelling, and the fact that he couldn't hold his urine, Zhang Feng said he couldn't lie in bed at this time.

Until this time, Zhang Feng's head was still a little dizzy.

At this time, the warm water on the soles of his feet washed the soft sand and flowed between the soles of his feet. The crisp feeling made Zhang Feng feel sleepy.

In order not to be sleepy here, Zhang Feng reluctantly picked up Zhang Yuyao and drank a glass of wine filled for him, smacking his mouth and frowning.

Liu Hongwen, ouyangkai and others all know Zhang Feng's ways. At this time, they are looking at Zhang Feng, frowning and silently calculating for him.

About after a cup of tea.

Zhang Feng, who was originally very sleepy, simply lay his whole body in the river and let the river flow between his cheeks and hair. Even he vaguely felt several small fish slapping on his cheeks.

After waking up a little, Zhang Feng sat up and stretched out his hand.

Zhang Yuyao is very sensitive to such things.

Put on a sea bowl and filled Zhang Feng with a large bowl of wine. Zhang Feng frowned slightly, but still looked up, drank a sea bowl, and then closed his eyes slightly for a moment. Then his lips opened slightly and his eyes narrowed slightly and sang: "Drinking is a song, life is geometric, such as the morning dew. It's hard to go. Qingqingzi sings long and long. My heart is a king. So far, I have guests. I play the drum, the harp and the Sheng. It's as clear as the moon. When can I retire, I talk about banquets, and my heart reads the old kindness. The moon is bright and the stars are rare, black magpies fly south and circle the trees three times. What branches can be close to the mountain, high and deep, the sea is not tired of feeding by the Duke of Zhou, and the world returns."

Just as Zhang Feng used to force him to play a poem, even the musician who was playing the music stopped playing the poem at the moment. As for Jing Shu, she was playing the zither with poetic enthusiasm.

Poetic, coupled with Zheng music at this time, makes the artistic conception of this poem suddenly burst to the extreme.

Li Xiaogong couldn't help being a little stunned.

This poem is a masterpiece of Cao Cao at his peak. Zhang Feng deleted a few sentences and added some things himself.

Cao Cao exists in this world. Zhang Feng has seen it in the ancient books of Bailu academy, but only Cao Cao's poems have been handed down. For example, the one just sung by Zhang Feng is one of the poems that never appeared.

Zhang Feng's move can also be regarded as filling the vacancy in the world.

In order to cope with the return of the world at this time, and also for the things after Li Xiaogong can bring this poem to the emperor, the best thing is that the sentence of Duke Zhou in the poem spits a little negative, which actually exists in this world. Moreover, Duke Zhou is not a disciple of the emperor, but actually an emperor. Therefore, Zhang Feng dares to sing it in a dignified manner.

After a long time, in addition to the beautiful river, the sound of insects and birds, and the sound of maple leaves falling, there was only the sound of Jingshu's zither.

"Good, good poetry. It's a masterpiece in the world!"

Li Xiaogong raised his glass and said, "childe Zhang is really worthy of his reputation. It's really a model for our generation to learn that such masterpiece can be said casually."

After Li Xiaogong drank a glass of wine, Cheng Yaojin quickly agreed: "although I'm a rough man and don't know any shit poetry, this poem sounds comfortable and good! It's definitely good!"

Liu Hongwen and Ouyang Kai of the Imperial College opposite have the same face. After all, they are also people who have experienced great storms and waves. They don't know how many poems they have read. Basically, they encounter poems sent by students or addresses every day.

The reason why they can stand out from a large number of people and sit in the important positions of selecting talents for the country, such as the Imperial College and the sacrifice of Hongwen Museum, is not only because they are from the gentry, but also because of their own talents.

Liu Hongwen sighed softly, "good poetry is really a good poem that is not born!"

While talking, while drinking wine, he put some small dishes on the plate with chopsticks and said, "however, although the artistic conception of this poem is intermittent, the original meaning of the poem is just a note. Although it is interrupted, it is harmless."

"Poet, meaning is also important. I can't imagine that childe Zhang, who is so young, can sing such good poems in such a short time. It's really my blessing in the Tang Dynasty."

Zhang Feng couldn't understand this person's meaning. He blinked and quietly said a promise, but sure enough, the old guy didn't hold any good fart.

After the old man drank a full glass of wine, he got up drunk and hugged Li Xiaogong: "although childe Zhang's poem is very good, and even many people in the literary world can't make such beautiful poems, I feel that if this debate is over, I will be a little dissatisfied. If childe Zhang can take our environment at this time, If we make a poem, we can be regarded as convinced. "

Ouyang Kai, and the man and the man Qian, nodded in agreement.

Hearing the speech, Li Xiaogong smiled and didn't say anything. Instead, he looked at Zhang Feng and asked with a smile, "childe Zhang, what do you think?"