Chapter 1257 The Realm of Geng Zijuan Flirting
As soon as these two sentences came out, Baoyu's round face suddenly froze, and he chewed repeatedly, but his heart felt as if he was lost.
Even though he didn't want to admit it, he also knew that he couldn't hide it from others. The quality of these two sentences was not comparable to that of his own poem.
The first sentence is personified, and the latter sentence is natural in its artistic conception, transcending the worldly world. As long as she is a woman, no matter who hears these two poems, she will subconsciously put herself into it and cannot extricate herself.
Looking at the three pairs of eyebrows of Miaoyu, Xiuyan and Yuanyang, they couldn't suppress their admiration. Baoyu secretly sighed in his heart, no wonder Brother Feng was able to win the affection of Sister Bao and Sister Lin. With this skill, even if it's all Fragmented sentences and fragments can still be invincible. Which girl can withstand such a critical attack that sweeps away all defensive fortresses?
Baoyu guessed right. This kind of advantageous project born from the scholars in Shilin was indeed extremely lethal to some young girls. Miaoyu and Xiuyan were indeed heartbroken by it.
Miaoyu, in particular, connected these two lines with her appearance, life experience and mental state, and felt that these two lines of Feng Ziying's poems were tailor-made for her. Previously, she thought Baoyu's poem was quite artistic, but now Comparing the two, they seem so tacky and boring. These two sentences by Feng Ziying are the truest portrayal of herself. Only those who deeply understand themselves can write such poems.
Xiuyan was also touched in this way. She originally had a high-spirited and reserved temperament, so when everyone thought that marrying Feng Ziying as a concubine should be a good way out, she was not too enthusiastic about it, although she admired Feng Ziying's outstanding performance very much. , but she never thought of taking such a shortcut. It wasn't until her uncle had this intention that she realized it. Her complicated emotions also made her very tangled.
Unexpectedly, she was touched by Feng Ziying's words behind the mountain peak of Aojing Xiguan today, and now she was struck straight to the heart by two lines of Feng Ziying's poem. Xiuyan's inner defenses were instantly defeated. She felt that no matter what the man in front of her, He was unparalleled in every aspect. It was no wonder that when the sisters in the garden mentioned him, they still couldn't extricate themselves like moths to a flame even though they knew that he was a multi-disciplinary person.
In the past, she felt that her best friend could resist this kind of attraction, but now looking at Miaoyu's situation, Xiuyan knew that she was afraid of falling.
On the other hand, Yuanyang's mentality is much better. Feng Ziying's attraction to her is not one or two poems, but Feng Ziying's character. Of course, as a literati, being able to recite poems and compose poems naturally has additional advantages.
All in all, Feng Ziying probably didn’t expect that the two poems she made up could outperform her countless performances in other aspects.
After a moment of silence, Baoyu broke the silence and said, "Brother Feng, I told you that you can't compose poetry. If you don't sing, you will become a blockbuster. If you don't fly, you will soar to the sky. I can't catch up with you. I don't dare to do anything for you anymore." "
There was a hint of loneliness and helplessness in Baoyu's words, but of course he was also a bit transparent and open-minded. He probably understood the reason why he thought he could be better than a second-class Jinshi, even if he was not good at it. , but if you are not good at this, it can only be compared with those first-class Jinshi and second-class Jinshi.
Xiuyan took a deep breath and whispered softly: "Brother Feng, you also said that you are not good at poetry. You can only write two lines of poetry. I'm afraid you are unmatched among your classmates, right? I also heard that you can still There is a poem praising plum blossoms."
"Oh?" Feng Ziying was surprised. He and Lian Guoshi and others "composed" the poem "Bu Suanzi: Yong Mei" when they were appreciating plum blossoms. He had not told anyone about it because it was a typical plagiarism. He was also a little embarrassed. So why did Xiuyan find out about it all the time?
Seeing Feng Ziying greatly surprised, Xiuyan felt even more confident.
She accidentally went to her aunt and uncle's courtyard, met her aunt and uncle, and learned about it from Jia Cong's mouth when they were comparing Jia Cong's classics and poems. Jia Cong inadvertently mentioned this poem, and Jia Cong seemed to have learned it from I heard from Zhou Jiaoyu, who taught them the meaning of the classics, that their Zhou Jiaoyu was full of praise for the "Bu Suanzi: Yong Mei" written by the master, saying that it was magnificent and had a grand pattern and atmosphere.
Xiuyan was quite surprised to see Feng Ziying, but she did not deny it. In her heart, she admired and admired Feng Ziying even more.
Even if a scholar-official attaches great importance to court affairs, he does not need to be too strict with poetry. However, this gentleman refuses to spend time on poetry for the sake of official court affairs. This is different from those who are not good at things but indulge in them all day long. The practices of officials in various poetry and cultural associations are quite different, but the end of the cone is seen immediately in the bag. This is usually invisible, but occasionally it is revealed, and you can feel its inner nature at once.
Baoyu was also surprised, "Brother Feng also has a poem about plum blossoms?"
Xiuyan smiled brightly and looked at her best friend: "It depends on sister Miaoyu's evaluation, but I think it's okay."
A rare blush flashed across Miaoyu's fair and jade-like cheeks, but she didn't answer. She just turned around and went back to the back room of the nunnery, probably to boil water and prepare tea.
Feng Ziying didn't take it seriously, smiled and shook her head, "Let's go, Baoyu, it's rare for me to taste the tea from Cuicui'an."
Feng Ziying and Baoyu sat down and chatted with Xiuyan, but Yuanyang went to the back room to help. After waiting for a while, before the tea was served, they heard voices outside the door. Baoyu went out to take a look, but it was the time to welcome the spring and cherish the spring. Two sisters came in.
“Hey, why are there only the second sister, the fourth sister, sister Lin, sister Yun and the third sister?” Baoyu was also quite surprised.
"They were still talking about ancient ways and modern times in Hengwu Garden, so my second sister and I came out first." , Xichun looks at the world coldly.
"Then come and sit down. Sister Miaoyu has gone to serve tea." Baoyu greeted the two of them in, but Xiuyan followed them out. Seeing that they were Yingchun and Xichun, they naturally became affectionate.
“Oh? Sister Miaoyu serves tea?” Xichun was also a little surprised.
She has relatively frequent contacts with Miaoyu, second only to Xiuyan. Apart from Xiuyan, she is the one who usually comes the most in this Cuicui nunnery. Sometimes Miaoyu will go to her Nuanxiangwu to sit for a while. There is some common language.
She also knew Miaoyu's temperament very well. Although Feng Ziying was engaged to her because of Lin Ruhai's arrangement, Miaoyu herself was very resistant and refused to agree. She even preferred to become a monk. Today she was actually willing to serve tea to Feng Ziying and Baoyu. , it seems to be the way to treat guests, but from Xiuyan's tone, it seems that it is not just ordinary hospitality.
Xiuyan then smiled and explained the previous story. Baoyu's poem was nothing more, but Feng Ziying's two casual sentences shocked Yingchun and Xichun.
This Yuan Ying Tan Xi Sichun should be regarded as the most outstanding person in the Jia family. He has been fond of playing music, chess, calligraphy and painting since childhood, and is also quite good at reading. Yuan Chun is very good in all aspects, Ying Chun is the best at chess, and Tan Chun is especially good at it. Poetry and calligraphy, Xichun's painting skills are particularly good, and his poetry is also good.
These two lines of Feng Ziying's poems are both considered to be natural masterpieces. Any one of them would be recited for a while and regarded as a model at poetry gatherings in the capital city. But didn't Feng Ziying always say that he was not good at poetry and was particularly good at current affairs? Could it be said that this level means that Qingtan Academy is not good at it? That would be incredible.
The most likely possibility is that Feng Ziying regards his poetry as a trivial matter. He does not want his poetry and prose to affect outsiders' views on his current affairs, but rather wants everyone to focus on his strategies and plans in current affairs. That's why he He would deliberately hide his prowess in poetry, but occasionally showing it would be enough to shock Shilin.
No wonder Xiao Feng Xiuzuan in Beijing was not affected at all by his lack of proficiency in poetry. Many insiders probably knew that Feng Ziying was just unwilling to expose her strength in poetry. If anyone thought that they could use this to slap him in the face, Then the only thing that can really be done is to be beaten back and swollen.
Needless to say, in welcoming the spring, the eyes looking at Feng Ziying were already full of admiration and obsession. Xichun was also different from the previous indifference and alienation. The eyes looking at Feng Ziying showed a bit of complicated admiration. No matter what, he could write such a poem. Everyone deserves respect.
"Okay, okay, it's not worth mentioning, it's not worth mentioning, it's just two sentences. If you want to say that I'm a blind cat who met a dead mouse, it's almost the same. Sister Xiuyan, don't talk about it here. , drink tea, drink tea,…”
Feng Ziying waved her hands repeatedly, but Xiuyan refused to give up. She finally saw that her best friend was a little moved. She always hoped that her best friend could have a good home. Brother Feng was obviously the best choice, and he had an engagement, so he didn't I know why my best friend is so crazy. I look at Brother Feng from side to side and refuses to agree. Today, my attitude has obviously changed. This poem has also played a big role. How can I not strike while the iron is hot now?
"Brother Feng, you can be considered a blind cat and a dead mouse? Then why can't others encounter it? Besides, these two sentences count, what about the song "Bu Suanzi·Yong Mei"? I heard Mr. Huan said Even the No. 1 scholar was amazed by it. He said that this poem was the best when he sang plum blossoms after he was released. The younger sister is not good at this poem, but sister Miaoyu and the fourth sister are everyone. It is better to let sister Miaoyu and the fourth sister. Fourth sister, would you like to comment?" Xiuyan stared at Feng Ziying playfully and said, "Little sister, I don't believe that Brother Feng picked this up from some ruined temple or on a rock cliff."
Feng Ziying didn’t expect Xiuyan to be so naughty, so she scratched her head helplessly: “Sister Xiuyan, this…”
Both Yingchun and Xichun knew this song "Bu Suanzi·Yong Mei". When they thought about it again, they remembered that Brother Feng had just married the sister of the Shen family last year, and it had a different flavor. Now Brother Feng has already married the sister of the Xue family. Got married again.
(End of this chapter)