Chapter 9 Watching the Sea

Not much kung fu. Several servants dressed in brocade sent paper and pens. Sun Shao saw the set of stationery in front of him, and then realized the gap between Sun's mansion and Zhou's mansion. Before coming to Zhoufu, he felt that Sunfu was enough [***]. Among other things, the pieces of pork hanging in the kitchen were not available to ordinary people. Even if he came from a happy and harmonious new century, he did not see a kitchen with so much food. There was also a large courtyard on the east and west, and a large house with dozens of slaves waiting on the top and bottom. Anyway, it was also a landlord class. However, when he arrived at Zhou's house, he knew that he had underestimated the gap between the rich and the poor in the evil old society. Although he doesn't know how big the house of Zhou's house is, but looking at the front yard and the main hall, he can estimate that it must be bigger than Sun's house. Looking at these servants in brocade, Sun's house can't be compared. Even Qiao Ying, the inner courtyard housekeeper, who is now kneeling behind the bridge, doesn't wear brocade clothes. Today, he came to Zhou's house to visit, and he doesn't It's just a more cloth. Although the grade of Yuebu is similar to that of silk, this is the place of origin, and the price is much lower.

And this set of stationery on the table bluntly shows the grade of Zhou Fu.

The pen is one foot long, one end is sharpened, and the other end is in a bamboo tube. The bamboo tube is engraved with exquisite patterns, and three seal characters are engraved in the middle: North Work - this is a top-class pen used by officials in the imperial palace in the past, which ordinary people can't see it at all. The flat and smooth light yellow paper spread on the case is the famous Zuo Bo paper in Donglai, which is also a rare first-class goods. Now there is a military exchange between the north and the south. Between Donglai and Jiangdong, there is Xuzhou, which has been thousands of times by war. Donglai paper is also absolutely rare in Jiangdong.

Sun Fu can't see these things at all. Sun Shao has only heard of them before.

"Good paper." Sun Shao stroked Zuo Bo's paper and praised.

"Since it's a good paper, you have to have fun." Zhou Yu came to the front of the desk with a smile, rolled up her left sleeve with her right hand, revealing a lotus-like arm, stretched out her slender fingers, took out some toner from the ink bag and sprinkled it on the inkstone, poured water, and said with a smile while grinding the ink, "Brother, I'm going to steal the teacher. You don't want to hide it, do you?"

The corners of Sun Shao's mouth were upturned. He picked up the pen from the case, took off the pen cover, and tried the pen hair with his fingers. The pen hair was firm and soft, full of elastic surnames. It was really a good pen. As he stretched out his hand to lick the ink, he glanced at Zhou Yu's flower-like smile and smiled: "A Yu smiled. Brother Foolish skills, what's there is there to hide? Ah Yu is willing to see that Brother Yu can't ask for it. He toss and turns.

He said casually and didn't expect the following meaning at all, but Zhou Yu felt that it was quite frivolous. She blushed, and her hands also stagnant. She looked at Sun Shao angrily, but Sun Shao did not look at her. She looked at Zuo Bo's paper on the case, as if there was only this paper on the case in the world, this paper in her hand, that The attentive look moved her heart.

A man's focused look is the most touching look. Sun Shao was thinking about what to write, but he didn't expect that his expression would fall in Zhou Yu's eyes, which had offset the unhappiness brought by the provocative words just now.

What should I write? Sun Shao is very entangled. The most famous thing in the history of literature in the Han Dynasty is Han Fu. Unfortunately, although he loves literature, he knows very little about Han Fu. He remembers a lot of Tang poetry and Song poetry, but isn't plagiarism a little shocking these days? It's not a problem to get a full house now, but what if I have to write poems in the future? That must be blind. Although "I can recite 300 Tang poems, and if I can't recite poems, I will steal them", after all, the stolen poems are not appropriate for me to me. After thinking about it, Sun Shao still gave up the idea of being arrogant and decided to write a poem that should be more popular now. The poem is familiar to everyone. Anyway, Sun Shao was a rough man in the past, and others would not remember these.

Sun Shao made up his mind, calmed down, the pen walked like a dragon, and the ink fell like smoke, and wrote Cao Yan's "Guan Canghai":

To the east, there is a stone to see the sea. He Yutan, the mountain island is facing each other...

He wrote a sentence, and Zhou Yu read a sentence. Zhou Xun and Zhou Yin sat opposite each other and looked at each other every time they listened to a sentence. Their faces became more and more ugly. They did not know whether these poems were written by Sun Shao or copied, but the atmosphere and vicissitudes between the lines surprised them. They couldn't write these poems by themselves. If these poems were copied by Sun Shao, that's all. If these poems were from Sun Shao himself, they would have to look at Sun Shao with new eyes.

They beat the drums in their hearts, but the face of the bridge and the small bridge sitting on the table was another situation. The small bridge lowered its head and snickered, but the bridge was a little ashamed. They knew who the owner of this poem was. Their father, Qiao Wei, was a regular guest of Yuan's mansion like Cao Wei, but Cao Wei followed Yuan Shao, and their father Qiao Wei followed Yuan Shu, but their relationship was good, and many of Cao Wei's poems and Qiao Wei were catchy. When they were young, they often heard that although Cao Hen had become the enemy of Qiao Wei at that time, the versatile Cao Wei was a rare hero in their young minds, especially the bridge. They have always missed Cao Wei and have always paid attention to the collection of Cao Wei's new poems. However, such feelings are secretive and not enough to be outsiders. Now Sun Shao suddenly wrote Cao's poems. Xiaoqiao naturally thought that the old feelings of the bridge were unforgettable. He taught Cao's poems to Sun Shao with a sneer. And the bridge also thought of this, but it was difficult to explain, which made him ashamed and embarrassed.

Sun Shao didn't notice this. It was not until he finished writing that he noticed that the bridge and the bridge were a little strange. He didn't think too much about it for a while. He spread the paper in front of the bridge and bowed to the bridge in a modest manner: "Record a Cao Gong's poem, please correct it."

Xiaoqiao covered his mouth and sneered, "Cao Gong's poems, there is no place for me to put my beak. I'd better ask my sister to comment."

The bridge was speechless and stared at Xiaoqiao shyly and angrily. Xiaoqiao smiled more happily. Sun Shao didn't know why, he touched his head blankly and turned his head to look at Zhou Xun and others.

When Zhou Xun heard that it was Cao's poem, he breathed a long sigh of relief. He shook his head and said nothing. He was secretly glad that he had not come out to criticize the poem just now. Otherwise, it would be a shame today. Although Cao He is an enemy, the talent of the father and son of the Cao family is obvious to all. As a son of the family, However, he will not deliberately slander him because he is an enemy.

Zhou Yin curled his lips and said strangely, "Brother, although the old thief's poems are quite good, as a member of the Sun clan in Jiangdong, it's okay for you to record his poems, but it seems inappropriate to use the word 'respect', right?"

When the bridge heard this, he frowned and got up and looked at the manuscript in front of him. The signature was indeed "recording Cao Gong's poem". His heart suddenly thumped. Although Zhou Yin's words were a little jealous, it was indeed a little inappropriate to record these two words as Sun Shao. She thought about it quickly and opened her mouth to relieve Sun Shao, but Sun Shao smiled and opened his mouth in front of her.

"A Yin, do you know when Cao Gong wrote this poem?"

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