As agile as a startled dragon and floating like a cloud, the "Ode to Chopsticks" on the rice paper is like a dragon breaking out of the paper, stirring up the righteousness and spiritual energy in the room and shocking everyone in the room.
An expert can tell whether something is good or not with just one look.
Those who were dissatisfied with Zhu Ping'an's parachuting into Prince Yu's palace as a lecturer could not help but remain silent at this moment.
After writing the title, Zhu Ping'an put down his brush, turned around, dipped it in ink skillfully, and splashed ink on the rice paper on the screen again.
This kid's handwriting is so good, can he write poetry just as well? !
Watching Zhu Ping'an writing again, Wang Yaozu's face turned even paler, his heart was in his throat, he was worried to the extreme, his toes were clenched nervously.
finally
Under the scorching gazes of the crowd, the brush in Zhu Ping'an's hand touched the rice paper again. He splashed ink with the brush, and the strokes moved like dragons. With the ups and downs of the brush, dragons appeared on the paper, winding and leaping into words.
In an instant, the first line of the poem appeared in the eyes of the middle-aged man.
"A pair of Xiangjiang jades"
Zhu Ping'an only had enough ink to write this sentence after dipping his brush once.
"A pair of Xiangjiang jades looking side by side... This sentence sounds very ordinary, like boiling ice in water, plain and ordinary..." After Zhu Ping'an finished writing the first sentence, someone in the audience couldn't wait to recite it aloud, but after reading it, he couldn't help shaking his head in disappointment.
"Yes, I originally thought that Mr. Zhu had a beautiful handwriting and his poems must be extraordinary, but this 'A Pair of Xiangjiang Jade Looking Side by Side' seems so bland no matter how I read it." Someone echoed and shook his head in disappointment.
"Haha, this line of poetry by Lord Zhu can still be composed by the old man next door."
"Is this the level of the top scholar?"
"Hey, I waited for so long for nothing."
"It has no artistic conception, no literary talent, no spirit, and is as plain as water. Master Zhu spent so much time thinking about it, and this is the poem he wrote? It's really disappointing..."
There was a lot of discussion at the banquet, and the sounds of surprise, sighs, laughter and sarcasm were endless, like a storm.
"Hahaha, look at a pair of Xiangjiang jades side by side, haha, what a good poem written by Lord Zhu." The paleness on Wang Yaozu's face disappeared after Zhu Ping'an finished writing this poem. Negative emotions such as uneasiness and tension were also swept away. His face was full of red light, and he couldn't suppress his laughter. He said that Zhu Ping'an wrote a good poem, but the sarcastic tone made people know that he was not sincere.
I thought you would write a good poem, and I worried for so long in vain. I didn't expect you to write such a mediocre poem.
hehe
I really overestimated you, you good-for-nothing.
Wang Yaozu narrowed his eyes and looked at Zhu Ping'an, the mocking arc at the corner of his mouth almost reaching his ears.
"A pair of Xiangjiang jades, looking side by side..." Gao Gong was somewhat surprised by Zhu Ping'an's bland and loveless poem. He turned his gaze to Zhu Ping'an thoughtfully.
Zhang Juzheng was also a little surprised and felt that this was not Zhu Ping'an's normal level.
Prince Yu sat high up in the main seat, smiling as always, with no sign of any change in his emotions.
"This is just the first sentence. Perhaps the second sentence of Mr. Zhu's poem will be full of spirituality and turn decay into magic." There were also people at the banquet who held different opinions. They did not follow everyone in mocking Zhu Ping'an, but gave a more rational and objective evaluation.
"Well, what Master Zhang said makes sense. Let's see what Master Zhu writes next."
"Yes, although the first sentence of Lord Zhu is plain, it has achieved its purpose as an introduction. When looking at a pair of Xiangjiang jade chopsticks, the bamboo chopsticks from Xiangjiang are the best. Although Lord Zhu's introduction is plain, it is not bad. Let's read on."
Then several people nodded, thinking that what Lord Zhang said made sense. This was only the first sentence, and it was a bit early to draw conclusions.
"Haha, well then, let's see how Lord Zhu's second sentence turns decay into magic." The people around who had mocked Zhu Ping'an became even more sarcastic after hearing his words.
"Then we'll just have to wait and see."
"Well, now that we've put it this way, we can't wait to see the second sentence of Master Zhu turning decay into magic."
A burst of laughter rang out, instantly drowning out those rational voices.
Zhu Ping'an, who was the focus, remained calm, as if he did not hear the gossip around him. He calmly dipped the brush into ink again and wrote on the screen with ease.
Zhu Ping'an's calmness made Wang Yaozu nervous again.
Zhu Ping'an was so calm, could it be that he really turned a bad thing into a good one in the second sentence, just like what Zhang said? !
The feeling of tension arose again. Wang Yaozu leaned forward, stretched his neck, and stared straight at the tip of Zhu Ping'an's pen, his eyeballs almost popping out.
Zhu Ping'an calmly and confidently held the brush and wrote on the screen. The tip of the brush fell on the paper, like a dragon or snake swimming, and the friction with the paper made a slight sandy sound.
For a moment, everyone's attention was focused. The banquet was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop, with only an almost inaudible rustling sound. Everyone's eyes and attention were all focused on Zhu Ping'an, or to be more precise, on the tip of Zhu Ping'an's pen.
Soon, the ink was used up. Zhu Pingan finished writing and turned around to dip his brush in ink again.
The second line of the poem written by Zhu Ping'an also appeared in everyone's sight: The two concubines once shed tears, leaving stains on their faces.
A pair of Xiangjiang jades are seen side by side.
The two concubines once shed tears on the ground.
There is a bamboo called Banzhu in Xiangjiang River. There are spots on the bamboo, which look like human tear marks. There is a touching myth about Banzhu. It is said that Emperor Shun had two beloved concubines, named Ehuang and Nvying. Emperor Shun loved them very much and had a very good relationship with them. After Emperor Shun passed away, the two concubines were very sad and cried like rain. The tears fell on the bamboo, staining the bamboo with tear marks, and it became Banzhu, also known as Xiangfei bamboo.
Zhu Ping'an's poem incorporates this mythological story.
but
The effect doesn't seem to be very good.
After this line of poetry was written, the people at the banquet read it and the ridicule became even louder.
"Haha, I was thinking how Lord Zhu's second line of poetry would turn decay into magic. A pair of Xiangjiang jades, two concubines once shed tears and stains on them. Haha, it turns out that it can only be like this. It makes people even more disappointed."
"A pair of Xiangjiang jades, two concubines once shed tears on them, haha, this first half of the poem is really full of sour scholar flavor."
"What the hell is this? It's really disappointing. Let's not talk about the mediocre verses, just the artistic conception is disappointing. It took a long time to conceive and choose words and sentences, just to sing the love between the two concubines Ehuang and Nvying. Is this the pattern of the top scholar? The people before him either used objects to describe people or expressed their aspirations through objects, promoting selfless dedication, integrity and righteousness, or were passionate and generous. Looking at the past and present, Lord Zhu's artistic conception is too inferior."
"It's said that it can turn decay into something magical. That's it. I can only laugh..."
"If these two sentences were written by a sour scholar, there would be nothing to say, but it is hard to explain that they were written by the top scholar."
At the banquet, those who already disliked Zhu Ping'an made no secret of their ridicule and their comments were very merciless.
hehe
Mr. Zhu’s skills only extend beyond this.
Wang Yaozu completely relaxed, his face full of mocking smiles.
Those people who had remained objective and rational just now could not help but fall silent after reading Zhu Ping'an's second line of poetry. After a long while, they sighed and shook their heads in disappointment.
After reading Zhu Ping'an's second line of poetry, Gao Gong also fell silent. He withdrew his gaze from Zhu Ping'an and shook his head slightly.
Prince Yu, who was sitting in the main seat, lost the smile that had been on his face for the whole day. He tapped the table unconsciously with his right hand, as if he was thinking about something.