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Chapter 413 Oh my, oh my, it’s all oh my!!!

But Zhuang Zhou reacted quickly.

If viewed from the perspective of this era, these calligraphy works can only be copies.

Because the original is still there.

But think about it carefully, if there were no authentic modern society.

Could these copies be the originals?

After all, no one has ever seen the original!

Even if we really take back the authentic work of Wang Xizhi, who would dare to say that it is the authentic one?

This is a very bold idea.

The quality of these copied calligraphy is so good that it can be mistaken for the real thing.

Zhuang Zhou said nothing more and accepted all the calligraphy given by Cheng Yaojin.

The two of them raised their glasses again and drank from each other, talking about poetry.

The atmosphere became increasingly heated.

For the first time, Zhuang Zhou realized that Cheng Yaojin actually loved poetry and songs so much.

This is far from the image of a rough and uncouth man that he had in mind.

For a moment, the whole hall was filled with laughter and the charm of poetry.

Just as everyone was enjoying the wine, Cheng Yaojin suddenly made a request:

"Well, Brother Zhuang, can you write a poem for me? I want to..."

As he said this, he looked at Zhuang Zhou a little embarrassedly and pursed his lips.

Zhuang Zhou now understood why Cheng Yaojin was so straightforward just now.

So you want to ask for poetry?

Whatever!

There are so many Tang poems and Song lyrics, so why not just give you a few!

After a smile, Zhuang Zhou continued:

"Brother Cheng, you want to use it yourself, right?"

Cheng Yaojin laughed:

“Those guys in the court always bully me, saying I’m a rough guy.

Actually, I also like to recite poetry in private, but unfortunately, I can’t do it well.”

"No problem! Let me think about it!"

Seeing Zhuang Zhou looking thoughtful, Cheng Yaojin quickly asked the singers to leave.

He also asked someone to bring pen and ink so that he could write it himself.

At this time, the hall became quiet.

Zhuang Zhou paced back and forth in deep thought, and soon thought of a poem:

"Brother Cheng, how about listening to this song?"

"Say it!"

Zhuang Zhou murmured softly:

“If you don’t see it, the water of the Yellow River will come up from the sky and rush to the sea never to return.

See you, Gaotangmingjing has white hair in sorrow, and the morning is like blue silk and snow in the evening.

Life is full of joy, so that the gold is empty for the moon.

I was born with a talent that will be useful, even if I lose all my money, I will get it back..."

Zhuang Zhou recited sentence by sentence.

Cheng Yaojin wrote the poem in one go with great flourish of his brush.

Then he recited it again to himself.

After reciting the poem, he was stunned and clapped his hands in astonishment:

"Okay! Great!

Hahaha!

I never thought that I, Cheng Yaojin, would be able to hear such a good poem today. This is enough for my life!

This life is enough! "

Zhuang Zhou smiled and said:

"As long as Brother Cheng likes it."

Cheng Yaojin was as excited as a 300-jin fat man:

"Brother Zhuang, I want to frame this poem of yours and hang it in my house for everyone to see!"

Zhuang Zhou smiled and said, "As long as Brother Cheng likes it."

Cheng Yaojin quickly calmed down, thought for a moment and said:

"Brother Zhuang, I remember the couplet on the door of Taibai Restaurant, isn't it written 'I was born with talents that will be useful, and even if I spend all my money, I will get it back'?"

Yes!

This sentence has already appeared.

It doesn't seem appropriate to give it to Cheng Yaojin again!

This is obviously fake.

Zhuang Zhou's heart moved slightly, and then he smiled:

"Brother Cheng has a really good memory, I actually forgot about it.

Well, I'll think of something else."

After hearing this, Cheng Yaojin continued:

"Brother Zhuang, I am just a military commander, why don't you give me some battlefield skills?"

As a military general, he must have written some military-themed poems.

However, when he met Li Yuan and others before, he had already written many classic poems.

Now those are no longer available.

After thinking about it, I quickly thought of another one:

"The moon is dark and the geese fly high; the Chanyu flees at night.

To drive Qingqi away, the snow is full of bows and knives.

how about it? "

After hearing this, Cheng Yaojin's eyes suddenly lit up and he praised:

"Good poem! Good poem!

This poem truly captures the bravery of our military generals.

"Brother Zhuang, with your talent, you are undoubtedly a person from the Immortal Palace!"

Zhuang Zhou smiled slightly and said modestly:

"It's okay, it's okay!"

Just as he was getting excited, Cheng Yaojin asked hurriedly:

"Brother Zhuang, I'm so happy. Can you compose a few more songs for me?"

"no problem!"

Zhuang Zhou thought for a moment and then composed another poem:

"The iron armor has been shattered after hundreds of battles, and the southern part of the city has been surrounded by several layers of siege.

He suddenly attacked the camp and shot and killed General Huyan, and returned with the remaining thousand cavalrymen alone. "

Cheng Yaojin listened to the poems recited by Zhuang Zhou, his eyes flashing with excitement.

It was as if I saw myself bravely killing the enemies on the battlefield.

He slammed the table and praised loudly:

"Brother Zhuang, no wonder the emperor thinks highly of you, you are truly impressive!"

The two smiled at each other, and the atmosphere became more harmonious.

Zhuang Zhou was secretly glad that he had learned a lot of poetry in his previous life.

I am constantly learning on a daily basis.

Otherwise I really can’t cope with today.

Seeing Cheng Yaojin's enthusiastic reaction, Zhuang Zhou felt even more proud.

He continued to recite those popular poems, bringing the atmosphere to a climax.

He recited seven or eight poems in a row, and finally gave his favorite one to Cheng Yaojin.

This poem is Xin Qiji's classic work "Pozhenzi".

Xin Qiji was Zhuang Zhou's favorite poet, and this poem is full of passion and ambition.

It is most appropriate to give it to Cheng Yaojin.

and.

The seventh year of Zhenguan, which was last year.

The Jiaofangqu music just happened to produce "Qin Wang Po Zhen Qu" to praise Li Er's merits in conquering the world.

Now giving you a song "Pozhenzi" can be said to be a perfect complement to each other.

"Brother Cheng, I have another poem here.

I think it may be more in line with your temperament, you listen to it. "

"Oh that's fine!"

Zhuang Zhou smiled slightly and began to chant:

"When I was drunk, I read the sword with the light on, and I dreamed about the trumpet-blowing camp.

Eight hundred miles away, under his command, the fifty strings turned over the sound of the cock, and the battlefield was in the fall.

The horse made Lu Fei swift, bow like a thunderbolt.

After the king's world affairs, he won the name after his life.

Poor white hair! "

Zhuang Zhou recited this poem in a sonorous and powerful voice.

It seems to bring people into the battlefield with golden swords and iron horses, and the fierceness of swallowing the vast miles like tigers.

Cheng Yaojin's blood boiled when he heard this, and his eyes sparkled with excitement.

He stood up, strode to Zhuang Zhou, held Zhuang Zhou's hand tightly, and said loudly:

“Okay, okay!

This is a good word. It seems to remind me of the time when I fought side by side with Your Majesty.

It's really exciting!

"Brother Zhuang, with this poem, I don't think anyone would dare to call me a rough guy!"

Zhuang Zhou smiled and waved his hand, indicating that you’re welcome.

Anyway, this poem is not about this era.

Since Cheng Yaojin wants to show off, that's his business.

Cheng Yaojin carefully put away the written lyrics.

Then he said to Zhuang Zhou:

"Brother Zhuang, I am so happy today.

When you have time in the future, please come and visit me often and we can talk about poetry and songs.

Let me be influenced by it.”

Got it!

After listening to a few songs, I started to be influenced by it!

Zhuang Zhou smiled lightly and said:

"Okay! I'll have to trouble you, Brother Cheng, for a lot of things in the future!"

"Hey! We are brothers, why bother talking about whether it is troublesome or not!"

Unexpectedly, as soon as he finished speaking, Zhuang Zhou said:

"Brother Cheng, I really want to trouble you with something!"

"Ok?"

Cheng Yaojin didn't expect things to turn so quickly.

However, he obviously didn't care:

"Brother Zhuang, if you have anything to say, just tell me."

Zhuang Zhou said: "The Spring Examination is about to begin, and I see many students want to read at night but cannot afford oil lamps.

I was thinking of asking you to coordinate and install solar lights outside all the restaurants in Chang'an, and I will provide them for free.

In this way, students can continue to study hard at night by using the lights.”

Upon hearing this, Cheng Yaojin laughed out loud and said:

"Brother Zhuang, this is really a great act of kindness!

Don't worry, I'll take care of it."

The two chatted for a while, and then Zhuang Zhou stood up and left.

Cheng Yaojin personally saw him off and did not stop until he reached the outside of the mansion.

Only then did he return to the hall and look at the wonderful poems one after another.

I can't help but feel overwhelmed:

"Edit, forehead, it's all forehead!"