Depressed!
It’s useless!
Depressed!
Ma Xiaoyi collapsed in the chair, feeling hopeless.
Those who had previously supported Cao Dongdong were also silenced.
Literary fight
Aren't you using your own weakness to attack his strength
Armed fighting is their destiny!
The morale of the foreign relatives' party and the yamen's party suddenly fell to the bottom.
It's over! It's over! Zhang Fei saw their grief-stricken expressions and knew what was going on. He looked at the widow on the stage with reluctance and thought to himself, beauty! We are really not meant to be together!
He looked at Cao Dongdong again and cursed in his heart, you idiot!
Cao Dongdong also realized that he had made an unforgivable mistake. If he didn't play it right, he would be deserted by everyone. Just when he didn't know what to do, he suddenly saw Zhang Fei staring at him. He suddenly had an idea and laughed, "What are you doing? Let's have a verbal fight. We have Zhang San here, so what's there to be afraid of?"
As soon as these words were spoken, Zhang Fei immediately became the focus of the whole audience.
Ma Xiaoyi suddenly became energetic again, "Third brother, can you still recite poems and compose couplets?"
"I... ."
"Needless to say, Zhang San always relies on literary competition to win in court. Could it be that he relies on literary competition?"
Cao Dongdong spoke first.
Zhang Fei said: "Wait a minute, I am...!"
Cao Dongdong whispered, "Zhang San, I have spent so much money to help you get that widow back, and you don't even want to put in this little effort?"
My legs are already tied, my waist is already raised, my tongue is already warmed up, but this is not for writing lyrics! Zhang Fei wanted to cry but had no tears: "This is not... !"
As soon as he finished speaking, Han Pan and Fu Zhishuang came to their table.
"Suwen Erbi Zhangsan only needs to open his mouth to make hundreds of coins. Today, I, Han, really want to learn from him."
Han Pan bowed slightly.
Ma Xiaoyi said: "Third brother, let them see what you are capable of."
"Great! Great! Today we also want to see what Zhang Sanlang can do."
"Great! Zhang Sanlang, show us what you can do."
... ...
No matter which side they were from, everyone started to make a fuss.
After all, Zhang Fei is this year's most talked-about figure, especially his mouth, which has left countless officials helpless.
But litigation is not the mainstream after all, poetry and songs are what literati like.
This is what is considered real ability.
Those who only deal with lawsuits belong to the lowest class.
Cao Dongdong tilted his head and said, "Go!"
Fuck you! Zhang Fei looked at him angrily, thinking, no wonder those male protagonists in online novels have to copy poems to show off, it turns out they are forced to do so! But after all, it's not the real stuff, so don't end up with something that looks like a dog instead of a tiger.
Let him fight the lawsuit till the end of time, he will not be in vain!
But if you ask him to compose a poem, it's not that he doesn't remember it, but it's not his own poem. Would it be exposed if he took it out? The key point is that he doesn't have the temperament for it!
But when he saw the widow, Zhang Fei felt that he had to give it a try. Exchanging a poem for a beauty, how could he do such a business
He pondered for a while, then suddenly stood up and looked at Han Pan with contempt, "How are you going to play?"
Ma Xiaoyi was very excited when he saw Zhang Fei really took over. He nudged Cao Dongdong with his elbow and said with a grin, "Brother is still smart. This time we are going to have a good show."
Cao Dongdong chuckled and said, "Of course I'll tell you."
If he loses, it will have nothing to do with him. He made the right bid!
Han Pan was very upset when he saw Zhang Fei being so arrogant. You are a spy, and you dare to be so arrogant in front of me. "You say it."
Zhang Fei pretended to be in deep thought and said, "Today we are here for a beauty, so how about we write a poem with the beauty's heart in mind?"
Han Pan asked in surprise: "Beauty's heart?"
Zhang Fei nodded and said, "That's right! The title is about this beauty. Let's write a song based on her thoughts and see whose lyrics are more feminine."
"Wonderful! Wonderful!"
Suddenly, a clear voice came from the second floor, "Wonderful! Wonderful! Sanlang's method is really wonderful."
Everyone looked up and saw that the person who spoke was the singing girl named Cai Shi. There were also many singing girls standing on the second and third floors, all looking forward to seeing her.
Seems to be very interested in this gameplay.
Not only them, but the other young men also cheered loudly, and Ma Xiaoyi even squatted on the chair, "Writing lyrics for women is really interesting."
Han Pan looked at Zhang Fei suspiciously, shook his head and said, "I have never written lyrics like this, and I am not very good at it. If you can do it well and win the applause of the ladies, then you win."
Although these singing girls were not as talented as Li Qingzhao, they had been immersed in the ocean of poetry for many years and their appreciation ability was first-class.
If they all applaud, it would definitely be a good lyric.
And it is absolutely fair for them to judge femininity.
"It's a deal."
After Zhang Fei finished speaking, he walked towards the widow on the stage.
The widow had been standing on the stage in a daze, and seemed to be troubled. She was completely unaware of their quarrel. When Zhang Fei came to her, he said, "I don't know your name, madam."
"ah!"
The widow took a small step back in fear.
Zhang Fei was stunned for a moment. Was he really that scary? Then he asked again, "May I know your name, my lady?"
The widow saw that Zhang Fei had no ill intentions, so she bowed and replied, "To answer your question, my surname is Gao, and my humble name is Wenyin."
"Gao Wenyin."
Zhang Fei read it again in a low voice, and then said: "I heard that your husband just passed away for some reason, I wonder if it is true?"
A trace of sadness flashed across Gao Wenyin's eyes, and she nodded slightly.
Zhang Fei added: "My wife must be missing her late husband very much, right?"
A layer of mist gathered in Gao Wenyin's apricot-shaped eyes, and she nodded again.
Fu Zhishen shouted in the audience: "Aren't you going to write lyrics? Why are you asking these questions?"
Zhang Fei smiled and said, "If I don't know his life story, how can I write lyrics based on his heart? Do you think what I said is reasonable?"
“Very reasonable!”
Cao Dongdong responded immediately.
After he said that, Han Pan felt relieved, and based on the woman's experience, he wrote another poem about the woman.
The difficulty can be imagined.
He just didn't believe that Zhang San had this ability.
Zhang Fei looked at Gao Wenyin again, and after a while, he suddenly chanted: "The thin fog and thick clouds make the day long and sad."
There was a sudden silence in the hall.
Han Pan frowned and thought, this guy is really talented!
This first sentence cannot be called a quatrain, but the current weather and Gao Wenyin's expression at the moment are perfectly integrated together, and the description is vivid.
Then I heard Zhang Fei chanting: "The fragrant agarwood melts the golden beast. It is the Double Ninth Festival again. The jade pillow and the gauze kitchen are chilly in the middle of the night."
The singing girls upstairs followed the chanting, nodding their heads with joy and looking at Zhang Fei with anticipation.
Even the widow Gao Wenyin couldn't help but raise her head silently.
Ma Xiaoyi's appreciation level was not high, so he asked Fu Shichun, "Brother Chun, what do you think?"
Fu Shichun shook his head in surprise and said, "I didn't expect Zhang San to have such talent. This really shows that you can't judge a person by his appearance!"
Fu Zhishuang frowned and said, "It's the Double Ninth Festival again?"
Zhang Fei suddenly picked up a glass of wine from the nearby table and said, "After dusk, I drink wine in the east fence, and there is a faint fragrance filling my sleeves. Don't say I am not enchanted, the curtains are rolled up by the west wind, and I am thinner than the yellow flowers."
Gao Wenyin stared at Zhang Fei in a daze, as if she didn't even realize that a tear had slid down her face, leaving a deep tear mark.
“Absolutely!”
Fu Shichun immediately clapped his hands and exclaimed in admiration.
"good!"
At the same time, the singing girls on the stage cheered.
"Don't say it's not heartbreaking, the curtains are rolled up by the west wind, and I am thinner than the yellow flowers! Wonderful! Wonderful! Our trip is worth it!"
"What a man! He is thinner than a yellow flower! He is so white! Haha!"
... ..
But when Zhang Fei recited the last three sentences, the whole hall was boiling. Those talented men and beautiful women were either cheering or drinking, all of them were amazed.
Fan Zheng suddenly looked at his father, "Is he... is he really just an earpiece?"
Fan Yong just shook his head blankly.
“Wait!”
Suddenly, a shout was heard, interrupting the cheers of the crowd. The rich man stood up and said, "You obviously heard it from someone else."
Zhang Fei remained calm and asked, "What do you mean, Mr. Fu?"
Fu said frankly: "It's the Double Ninth Festival, but now it's long gone, and it's almost New Year's Eve. Also, it's getting warmer but still cold, and the curtains are rolling in the west wind. These all refer to autumn, but now it's winter."
As soon as these words were spoken, many people immediately looked suspicious.
They were amazed just now and did not take the time to appreciate it. But now after listening to it, they feel that it makes sense and the context of the poem does not match the scene!
Zhang Fei smiled and said, "Yes, this is all my imagination. Is there a problem?"
As he spoke, he spread his hands and said, "This scene is a mess. What artistic conception can it have? It doesn't match the thoughts of this lady Gao at all. Instead of beautifying this scene, it is better to use imagination. Therefore, I am based on the thoughts of this lady Gao and think of the picture of a wife missing her deceased husband at home. Isn't this okay?"
Many people nodded.
Now this scene, with its feasting, drinking, jealousy, and foul air, has nothing to do with the state of longing, and it is difficult for people to make any associations.
Making specious arguments is Zhang Fei's strong point, and he is not at all weak in it.
Fu Zhishang sneered: "Your reason is not convincing enough."
He really didn't believe it, this must have been plagiarized.
"Well!"
Zhang Fei said proudly: "I will give you a reason that will convince you. Starting from today, I will give you ten years. You can go anywhere in the world to find a similar poem. If anyone can come up with a poem that can surpass mine and is more feminine than mine, I will repay him with ten thousand taels of silver."
At this point, he sneered: "How can I listen to it? Where can I listen to it? Teach me!"
You said I copied it
The question is who copied it
Let me talk about a character.
He could not help but copy Li Qingzhao's poems, and even copied her domineering style. You should know that Li Qingzhao's book "Ci Lun" criticized all the great figures in the literary world of the Northern Song Dynasty, such as Ouyang Xiu, Su Shi, Liu Yong, Wang Anshi, Qin Guan, etc.
You have to know that she is still a woman. Just based on her domineering attitude that looks down on all the poets in the world, how many people can compare to her
Uh... ahem, of course, there are still people who can be compared.
After all, there is no best in literature.
The Wenquxing of the Northern Song Dynasty was truly so brilliant that it could blind one's eyes.
Therefore, Zhang Fei also set a few soft conditions, just in case, similar lyrics, femininity, combined, he didn't believe that anyone's lyrics could crush this one.
The only thing that can defeat magic is magic, but the problem is that Li Qingzhao was not born yet.
"Good! Third brother, you said it very well!"
Ma Xiaoyi jumped onto the table excitedly, "If anyone can beat my third brother, just stand up and compete. If you can't, just keep quiet."
This kid is afraid that the world will not be in chaos.
At this time, a young man suddenly shouted: "Look, Madam Gao is crying."
Gao Wenyin suddenly came to her senses, lowered her head quickly, and wiped the tears from her face with a handkerchief.
This tear mark is undoubtedly the best judgment.
Cheers broke out again from upstairs and downstairs.
Without talent, how could one be so domineering
Everyone believed it.
Although Han Pan was not convinced, he had said before that as long as he could win the approval of the singing girls, he would admit defeat. He immediately bowed and said, "Congratulations, Brother Zhang, for winning the beauty."
Zhang Fei bowed and said in return: "Thank you! Thank you!"
"Won!"
Cao Dongdong immediately raised his arms and said, "We won! Haha! Now you can't win in literary competition, so you should go back to study! Wahaha!"