He had only walked through the Pear Garden and had only heard himself talking about the Buddhist temple in Fan State, but in such a short time he had created a brand new tune and recited such a beautiful poem!
This literary gathering of Hanling Temple... who can stop its brilliance?
At this moment, Fu Xiaoguan looked at the stars and the moon outside the window, drank the wine in the cup in one gulp, and chanted:
"She is like the Immortal Gushe, with a natural and elegant appearance and a noble and pure spirit.
Who believes in the Tao when there are so many things in the world, and who will not be among the flowers?
The noble spirit is pure and brilliant, the immortal talent is outstanding, and it is difficult for the lower world to distinguish.
Return to the Jade Terrace, and only then can you see the clear and pure world of the Cave Heaven."
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After reciting a word, there is silence, but it seems that there is an invisible charm flowing.
After a few dozen breaths, Fan Tianning respectfully bowed to Fu Xiaoguan: "Brother Fu is a man of great talent. I cannot compare to him!"
Fu Xiaoguan laughed heartily, "Brother Fan, please don't embarrass me. I just did it casually to liven up the atmosphere."
Fan Tianning admired Fu Xiaoguan more and more. Such a talented young man was so humble. No wonder the teacher praised Fu Xiaoguan so much.
Fan Tianning's teacher is Zhang Xiaoran, a great scholar of the Fan State, a Grand Secretary of Wenyuan Palace, and the Prince's Tutor!
Fu Xiaoguan had never heard of this name, but this name was more famous in Fan State than Shangguan Wenxiu was to Yu Dynasty.
Fan Tianning still remembered what his teacher had said to him before he came to the Wu Dynasty: "When it comes to poetry and prose, Fu Xiaoguan is unrivaled! So don't worry about winning or losing on this trip. Get close to him. If you can invite him to Fan State, that will be your greatest achievement on this trip."
Fan Tianning vaguely understood what his teacher meant, so inviting Fu Xiaoguan to go to Fan State became his greatest hope.
But just now during the dinner, Fu Xiaoguan said that he probably wouldn't have time this year, which made him a little disappointed. He didn't expect that Fu Xiaoguan was already a fourth-rank official in the Yu Dynasty at such an age. It seemed that he had a lot of things to do. So let's make an appointment for next year - no, after returning, ask his father to send a letter from the country, inviting Fu Xiaoguan to Fan State in the name of the country. In this way, it becomes Fu Xiaoguan's official business, and he can naturally come.
Having made up his mind, Fan Tianning twisted the wine and filled Fu Xiaoguan's glass again.
"For Brother Fu, this is just a casual work, but for me, this is a masterpiece. Brother Fu, let's drink another glass of wine to this poem 'Wu Yu Nian, Xian Qing Ju Li Hua Ci'!"
The two of them drank another glass.
Wu Linger did not go to Fu Xiaoguan to drink. She was reading this poem carefully at the moment.
He muttered to himself, "The first part of this poem is about pear blossoms, using white brocade and white snow to symbolize their flawlessness... The word 'cold' perfectly captures the blossoms' bloom under the soft moonlight! On earth and in heaven, the moon is bright, the blossoms shimmer like snow... The pear blossoms appear even more noble!"
Su Su leaned over and looked at the poem on the table, her brows full of curiosity. Suddenly she asked, "Who is this Gushe Zhenren referring to?"
Wu Linger smiled and said, "Zhuangzi's Xiaoyaoyou says, 'On Miaoguye Mountain, a divine being dwells, whose skin is as white as ice and snow, and whose beauty is like that of a virgin.' Brother Fu used this allusion to describe the pear blossom's purity and virginal tranquility."
"Oh..." Su Su nodded as if she understood, then turned around and glanced at Fu Xiaoguan again, thinking that this guy really knew a lot.
Wu Linger also glanced at Fu Xiaoguan, thinking that he was using the pear blossoms to express his emotions. Could it be that his heart was really free of desires?
Meng Xi had just come to her senses after being immersed in the poem. She came to Fu Xiaoguan's side, bowed, and asked expectantly, "Sir, may I ask if I can copy a copy of this poem and sing it?"
If I could get this poem, my reputation would surely soar, and I would fight back against the Ten-Li Pinghu Liuyuntai!
This poem has extraordinary significance. It is the first poem written by Fu Xiaoguan after he came to the Wu Dynasty. Its name contains the three words "Xianqingju". More importantly, it is also the first poem style created by Fu Xiaoguan!
If I had asked Sister Fengyue to compose the music for this poem and sang it myself for the first time, then the sparrows on the Ten Miles Pinghu Lake would be nothing to me!
Fu Xiaoguan didn't care about this, so he nodded.
Meng Xi was overjoyed and hurriedly went to get a piece of paper and copied down the poem "Wu Yu Nian, Xian Qing Ju Li Hua Ci" with great piety.
Wu Linger seemed to have thought of something. She quickly took the original lyrics written by Dong Shulan in her hand, put it away, and stuffed it into her sleeve pocket in full view of everyone.
"Hehe, I think my two elder sisters already have his writings, so I would be disrespectful to refuse this poem."
Fan Tianning felt quite regretful, but the word had already been memorized in his mind, so he didn't care about it.
But Dong Shulan twitched the corners of her mouth slightly, feeling a little distressed.
The night wind blows in through the window, bringing with it a hint of moisture, and perhaps a faint fragrance of pear blossoms.
It was a bit cold and Fu Xiaoguan was a little drunk, so the group left Xianqingju and got on the carriage back to Yingbinlou.
Just half a cup of tea after Fu Xiaoguan and his party left, a person flew in from the small building in the Pear Garden.
He held a wine jug in his hand and a broadsword on his back. He flew from the Lishui River, passed through the open window, landed on the second floor, and sat in front of the table.
Meng Xi was also sitting at this table. She just looked up at the young man in front of her, then lowered her head and looked carefully at the poem she had just copied.
The more he looked at it, the happier he became, and a smile began to spread across his face.
The young man, still drinking, came over. After a moment, he raised his eyebrows and asked, "Who wrote this?"
"The great talent of the Yu Dynasty, the small official Fu."
The young man was startled. "Fu Xiaoguan? He was here tonight?"
Meng Xi nodded, "There were a table full of people here. He had been drinking for half the night, and while he was a little drunk, he wrote this poem."
The young man looked at the words carefully again, frowned slightly, and the cynical expression on his face disappeared. He actually looked a little serious, as if he was thinking about something.
After a moment, he sighed and his face returned to its previous expression.
"Mengxi, it's getting late."
Meng Xi glanced at him again, and raised the corner of her mouth, "Si Yan, unfortunately, I am not available today."
"Coming?"
"Um."
That's really inconvenient.
He is Ning Siyan, the son of Ning Fatian, a sword fanatic, and Yan Ruyu, a painting fanatic!
He is the de facto owner of Xianqingju, but he has no intention of taking care of it.
Ever since he lost half a sword to his father two years ago, he rarely held a sword in his hand. He always held a big wine bag in his hand.
He did not inherit the title of sword maniac, but got the title of wine maniac.
He didn't care. What about the sword? What about the wine?
I no longer have any desires. In this life, I only want to write a poem for my mother's painting "Sad Mandarin Ducks", which will fulfill her wish and also fulfill my only wish.
Write poetry?
etc!
Fu Xiaoguan!
He suddenly asked, "Where did Fu Xiaoguan go?"
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