Damn it, I'm in the garbage book I wrote

Chapter 9: A single chapter dominates the whole place

Spring River Moonlight Night is a masterpiece that is praised as "the only poem that surpasses all the Tang Dynasty poems". Although it is definitely not true that it can surpass all the Tang Dynasty poems, because there has been no best in literature since ancient times. Some people think that the best poem in the Tang Dynasty is "Spring River Moonlight Night", while others think that the best poem in the Tang Dynasty is "Dreaming of the Heavenly Maiden Mountain and Chanting a Farewell Poem".

But one thing is beyond doubt, that is, it can participate in the competition at this level, and whether it is the first is actually not that important.

After finishing a poem, Old Zhang, who was in charge of copying, looked dazed and confused. It was as if a vast painting appeared in front of his eyes. He wanted to write but didn't dare to touch it. He was hazy but his heart was murmuring. He was impulsive but timid, for fear that he would produce a rubbish painting and ruin the artistic conception of the poem.

When the last word was written, the carefree old Zhang was already sweating profusely. He looked up at Xia Lin in astonishment, picked up the paper and read the entire article carefully, then looked at Xia Lin again, opened his mouth but could not utter a word.

Xia Lin was amazed at Lao Zhang's beautiful handwriting. Lao Zhang was proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting. After Xia Lin taught him his half-baked Slender Gold style of calligraphy, this font that was very suitable for the petty-minded was brought to its fullest in Lao Zhang. His own handwriting and the Slender Gold style of calligraphy formed a new font structure. The characters were beautiful and sharp, revealing the sarcasm and agility of a literati.

At the end of the article, the poem is the skeleton of the characters and the characters are the form of the poem. They complement each other and play a game of deception. Moreover, the artistic conception of the poem just now is conveyed through the paper. The characters and the poem enhance each other, each increasing the power of the other by 30%.

In this state, it would be difficult for Zhang to reproduce the effect even if he did it again. This work can be regarded as a unique and unique piece, and it is worthy of the saying that writing is natural and the result of a master's hand.

"I can't bear to give it to him."

Old Zhang's hands were shaking a little, and he looked back at Xia Lin: "Daosheng, I don't have any idea... This should be passed down to the family."

"Go and get the Eighth Family. If we don't climb up, we'll have no home in the future. Our only way is to climb up step by step, as high as we can. In this world, you can't become a superior person by eating slop." Xia Lin gritted his teeth and whispered, "Old Zhang, remember this. Before you reach that position, put away your unruly and unrestrained scholar spirit!"

Lao Zhang lowered his head and said nothing more, while Xia Lin leaned over and sighed: "You know what kind of life we ​​have lived in the past three years. You have suffered injustice and I have suffered bullying. Think about it carefully."

In fact, no one could tell that this delicate-skinned Daosheng actually hid such a monstrous hatred in his heart. Old Zhang was shocked, but when he turned around, Xia Lin's face was no longer angry. He raised his chin and smiled at Chuntao who happened to be receiving documents below and shouted: "Sister Chuntao, here I am."

After hearing his greeting, Chuntao came over immediately and looked at the two frivolous boys with a smile. However, Chuntao was a maid from a wealthy family after all, so she was naturally graceful in her own home. When she saw Xia Lin again, she thrust her waist in and said, "Boy, why do I call you Sister Chuntao?"

"Sister Chuntao, please pass this to the prince."

"Okay, let Sister Chuntao come and check the goods for you first."

Xia Lin chuckled when he heard this: "It's still a little early to really inspect the goods."

Chuntao has learned her lesson. This time she reacted immediately. Although her face didn't turn red to her neck, she was still angry and rolled her eyes.

"You don't look like a good person. You're so young but you keep talking without restraint all day long." Chun Tao poked him on the forehead with her finger: "You're such a mean devil."

This action made Xia Lin and Lao Zhang laugh so hard that they attracted the attention of many people around them. Chuntao didn't want to stay here any longer, so she ran back to the prince with the poem.

The Prince of Qin had watched those rubbish sequels until his eyes were green and his head was buzzing. Although his face was still as gloomy as water, he had already cursed those bastards of Jiangnan talent in his heart. He spent so much money to invite such rubbish, but they were just a bunch of rotten fish and shrimp.
At this moment, a young man in a blue silk gown stood up and bowed to the young prince with a smile: "Young prince, I am not talented, but I just had a sudden idea and have some ideas. I hope you can give me some advice."

This time the little prince became interested: "Read it to me."

"My young prince, I am from Yuzhang. My last name is Xiong, my given name is Neng, and my courtesy name is Wentao. My family..."

The young prince placed the jade cup heavily on the table, which frightened Xiong Wentao so much that he trembled, but he still hadn’t finished his words: “Hit…hit…hit…”

This scene immediately caused a burst of laughter in the room. Even Xia Lin found it very funny. He turned his head to Lao Zhang and said, "You see, before you become famous, no one cares what your name is. No matter what shocking name you have, you are no different from the cats and dogs on the street."

However, the young prince was not arbitrary and domineering. Although he was unhappy that this guy named Xiong talked so much nonsense, he still let him read the poem he wrote.

"The spring river tide reaches the sea level, and the bright moon rises with the tide. The sparkling waves reflect the stars, and boats sail across the Yangzhou covered bridge at night. The green willows catkin lightly in the spring breeze, and the shadows of the flowers sway with a faint fragrance. The mountains and rivers naturally become a painting, and poetry and wine fill me with sleepiness."

Xiong Wentao finished reading the poem with a flushed face. The young prince curled his lips and didn't say it was good or bad. He could only say that it was just barely a poem. It wasn't completely nonsense, but it was just a mediocre talent.

Chun Tao took advantage of Xiong Wentao's reading and leaned over to the little prince and handed him Xia Lin's paper. The little prince was actually losing interest at this moment. He lazily opened the paper and just glanced at it. But this glance made him sit up straight in his seat. The more than 200 words on it, not to mention the content, just the font was enough to make his eyes light up. After he understood the nature, he looked back to appreciate the charm between the lines of poetry, and the moonlight was in front of him.

The five words "spring, river, flower, moon and night" are integrated throughout the poem, describing the scenery and emotions, blending the scene and the scene. I couldn't help but applaud when I read the wonderful parts. Other poems are boring, but after reading this one, I want to read it again, and each time has a different charm.

"Okay, okay! Who wrote this poem?" the little prince asked loudly. At this time, Xia Lin immediately stood up and said, "Little prince, it's me."

"Okay! Come closer and talk."

They arrived late, so naturally they were seated at the back, but the young prince's call directly brought Xia Lin to the front. When he came in front of the young prince, he saw that the prince was still studying at his desk, looking completely focused and somewhat intoxicated.

“Did you write this poem?”

After a while, the young prince looked up and saw Xia Lin, but he was also confused. He thought that such a poem would be written by a mature and talented man, but he didn't expect it to be written by such a cute young man with rosy lips and white teeth.

To be honest, this is a bit magical. We all grew up from the age of sixteen or seventeen. A normal sixteen or seventeen-year-old doesn't have this ability. It is normal for the prince to have doubts.

"Your Highness, I did it myself. But my handwriting is not good, so I asked my brother to write for me."

Xia Lin's face was normal and sincere when he spoke, and he even directly said that his handwriting was not good and he asked someone to write for him. The young prince frowned and looked him up and down, then suddenly smiled: "In this case, I will give you a question to test you and see whether you copied it or wrote it."

Xia Lin smiled and bowed: "As you wish."

But the topic was difficult for the young prince. Although he loved poetry, he was a terrible chess player. He could tell good from bad, but he couldn't write. So he stretched his neck and turned to look at Chuntao: "Chuntao, what do you think we should ask him to write?"

Chun Tao glanced at Xia Lin and was excited. After all, she finally had a chance to mess with this brat. So she leaned over to the young prince's ear and whispered, "Young prince, Prince Teng invited you to the newly built Tengwang Pavilion and asked you to prepare a good article for him. Now that we've met today, why not... let this brat have a try?"

"Great!" The little prince slapped his thigh and said, "Great, great, this is killing two birds with one stone."

After saying that, he coughed and cleared his throat: "Where is this talented man from?"

"My Lord, I am from Luoyang."

"You are from Luoyang? You are not a talented person from the south of the Yangtze River. Never mind, we are all in the Great Wei, so it doesn't matter whether we distinguish between north and south. Let me ask you, have you ever been to Hongdu Mansion?"

Xia Lin immediately shook his head when he heard it, saying that he had never been there. After all, when he went there before, it was more than a thousand years later. How could it be the same as it is now with the high-speed rail? This is not something to brag about.

"Um... that, that bear text... what is it?"

The Yuzhang talent Xiong Wentao next to him immediately stood up and said, "Replying to the young prince, Xiong Wentao."

"Xiong Wentao, do you know the Tengwang Pavilion?"

"Of course I know. The renovation started in the twelfth year of Hongbao, and it was just completed last month."

The young prince nodded and said, "Tell this Luoyang scholar about the Tengwang Pavilion and ask him to write an article about it."

Xia Lin exclaimed: "Writing an article for Tengwang Pavilion?"

"Exactly. No?"

At that time, Xia Lin went through all the sad things in his life and barely managed to stop himself from laughing. At that time, the corners of his mouth were harder to suppress than AK. Who in the world could write an article for the Tengwang Pavilion that could compare with the "Tengwang Pavilion Preface"? Even the words in it didn't need to be changed, and Xiao Xia was a professional in copying poems.

So he pretended to listen to Xiong Wentao's description, nodded, and cleared his throat: "Then my Lord, I will begin now."

The little prince was also stunned: "Don't you need to prepare for it?"

"It's not necessary."

(End of this chapter)