Chapter 15, Small Competition

Zu Zhao bowed to Gongsun Lingxian and said in a calm tone, "Brother Wen Yan thought that there should be a front follow-up to the two sentences of 'Dragon City Flying Generals'. I think Brother Wen Yan must have been a little eye-catching, and I would like to hear more about it."

Guests present may have heard the name of Zu Zhao's humility and courtesy. Although Zu Zhao is still polite at this moment, there is obviously a hint of "attack" in his words. This contradiction makes people a little unable to guess. They just feel that the teenager is either quite a city, or some of Gongsun Lingxian's words touch his bottom line.

Gongsun Lingxian didn't care at all and sneered softly. He was not in a hurry to answer. He raised his glass again and drank up the warm wine, showing a romantic attitude and said, "Why is this difficult? The ancestral son Longcheng Feijiang should refer to the two famous generals of the Han Dynasty. One is the Changping Marquis who attacked the Xiongnu Longcheng, and the other is Li Guang, known as General Fei. Yinshan is also a continuous mountain range in the northwest of Youyan. In those years, the battle of the heavenly army of the Han Dynasty in the desert broke through the Xiongnu and made the Yinshan mountains like the border of the Han Dynasty, which was really gratifying.

Zu Zhao thought to himself: It seems that this boy really has some knowledge.

Long Chengfei was quite ambiguous in the analysis of future generations. Some people think it is Li Guang alone, some people think it is Wei Qing alone, and some people think it is both. Almost each has its own opinions and evidence, but in some official assertion articles, it is still believed that the two generals should have both.

There are people around who whisper, and most of them are amazed by Gongsun Lingxian's familiarity with allusions and geographical knowledge.

Zuzu Zhao didn't say anything, with an open smile on the corners of his mouth. Gongsun Lingxian was proud of his reaction to the surroundings. He raised his hand and motioned the servant at the table to scoop up his wine glass, and then said, "As long as you can figure out the meaning of these two sentences, it is not difficult to deduce similar artistic conceptions." Speaking of this, he paused and took a slow sip of the newly filled glass.

"Thousands of horses in the clouds are safe, and the autumn wind is cold in Yanmen; the horses ride in the south of the desert, and the soldiers break the enemy; 100,000 horses are collected, and the royal wine is put in the spring; 100,000 golden armors alone are still broken; now there is chaos, and the border is not safe; but the dragon city is flying, and Hu Ma is not taught to live in the Yinshan; the great man's heavenly power, how dares to attack."

Gongsun Lingxian sang this poem in a restrained way. Although the structure was strange, it was elegant and decent.

Zu Zhao knows that most of the poems in the Eastern Han Dynasty are four words and five words. According to research, the earliest seven words are still from Cao Pi's "Yan Ge Xing". Not only that, most of the Chinese poetry is also folk songs and narrative poems. Just like Gongsun Lingxian's self-righteous jealousy, he listed the three battles of Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty's attack on the Xiongnu in the north, as well as Huo Qubing, Gongsun Ao, Wei Qing, Li Ju and other famous generals who participated in the battle. The typical memory narrative is exactly the current prevailing.

A burst of discussion soon came from the palace. Gongsun Lingxian filled in the follow-up to the foreword of "but make the dragon city fly and do not teach Humadu Yinshan", even if it is not neat and ingenious, but it is improvised into a poem in a short time, and it is subdued with moderate, which is really a profound literary foundation. What's more, there are not many people present who can play with literature and ink, but when they see others nodding and praise, and Gongsun Lingxian's unrestrained and comfortable posture, they naturally follow.

Even Zu Ju, Gongsun Zhi, Chun Yupei and others can't hide their appearance.

If it comes to the case, Zu Zhao will also admire Gongsun Lingxian's talent. It is a great thing to study poetry and books in this era. However, on the one hand, he doesn't like the virtue that Gongsun Lingxian loves to show off. On the other hand, it is ridiculous for him to impose five words and four words to match this seven-word last sentence. Since he has expressed his accompaniment to the end from the beginning, he will naturally not let the other party continue to be proud.

"Brother Wen Jun's three poems are really admired by his quick thinking."

As Zu Zhao said, he sincerely bowed to Gongsun Lingxian and showed full admiration.

Gongsun Ling smiled and said nothing, signaling the servant in front of the table to serve himself wine.

All the guests of the Gongsun family are proud. Even Gongsun Zhi, as an elder, is very unhappy with Gongsun Lingxian's arrogant attitude on the surface, but in his heart, he also thinks that this move has greatly increased the face of the Gongsun family and secretly smiles.

"However," Zu Zhao's words turned around, and then said, "What I said below is 'but make the dragon city fly and don't teach Huma to live in the Yin Mountain'. These two sentences are all seven words, and Brother Wen Jun's brother has both five words and four words, which are slightly untidy. I'm afraid there is inappropriate."

"You also said that it was written frankly. The article should have been like this. Why do you care about the so-called format?" Gongsun Lingxian said coldly, with a little rogue in his words.

Brother Wen Yan's words are not unreasonable. Originally, my brother never thought about filling in the foreword and follow-up of this two sentences. It was nothing more than an angry word to express his blood. If you impose a postscript like this, you may be suspected of painting snakes to add feet. Zu Zhao's tone was still very polite, but the words in his words hit the nail on the head.

"What do you mean..." Gongsun Ling first kowtowed the glass in his hand and stared at Zu Zhao with an angry face.

"My brother is just talking about things, regardless of poetry and articles, he pays attention to neatness, especially poetry, isn't he?" Zu Zhao said in no hurry at all.

"Well, you are so capable, why don't you fill in a few sentences in person?" Gongsun Lingxian said disdainfully.

"Ha ha, I have already said that these two sentences are just sentimental. Why do you have to force the follow-up of the foreword?" Zu Zhao smiled meaningfully, as if he were making fun of Gongsun Lingxian.

The relatives and guests around couldn't help paying attention to the quarrel between the two young people, and the smell of gunpowder became more and more intense, and the dialogue between the two young people also showed its own reason. Gongsun Lingxian's arrogant literati and Zu Zhaobin formed an obvious hedge of modesty and politeness, but they can also show an admirable side to each other.

Even Zuju, the head of the family, hopes that Zu Zhao can show his brilliant side. Although he is not disliked by Gongsun Lingxian, and as an elder, there is no need to care about his younger generation, but after all, he is on his own land, and Zu Zhao is the eldest son of the ancestral family. Of course, there should be no shameful place.

"I can only play with my mouth." Gongsun Lingxian gave Zu Zhao a disgusting look.

"Brother Wenjuan must ask his brother to add a few more words, but he is not afraid to pick up his brother's wisdom and make a fool of himself in front of the elders." Zu Zhao said gently.

"Really, then I'm really willing to see what's so good about the ancestors." Gongsun Lingxian squined and said that he didn't care on the surface, but he was also a little worried. Since Zu Zhao could say such words, he would not be aimless.

Several elders of the Zu family are looking forward to it. Since Zu Zhao is the eldest son of the Zu family, he naturally represents the Zu family, especially in front of many outsiders. In any case, it must not be missed.

Zu Zhao smiled indifferently, showing his heroic posture. Instead of opening his mouth in a hurry, he picked up the glass and drank a glass slowly. Before the wine glass was put down, he recited with momentum:

"In the Qin Dynasty, the moon and the Han Dynasty, the Long March has not returned; but the dragon city will fly, and Huma will not be taught to the Yinshan."

After reading the seven words, the shadow of the hall was gone, and the lively atmosphere of the banquet seemed to break into the ice cellar.

Whether it is the relatives of the ancestral family or the guests of the Gongsun family, none of their eyes are frozen on Zu Zhao. However, it was obvious that these people were not shocked by Zu Zhao's poem. They just thought that the poem had the following, so they waited with concentration. Zu Zhao saw the situation around him. He didn't say much and let his servant fill his glass and drink it slowly.

"Is this over?" Not long after, Gongsun Lingxian couldn't help asking, with contempt in his tone, and the anxiety in his heart earlier was also a little relaxed.

"My brother is not good at learning, and he can only barely do this. Originally, it was just an open-minded word, so why do you have to say anything else?" Zu Zhao said calmly that he knew that the seven words were almost unheard of in the Han Dynasty and far from the mainstream poetic style. I don't care about the judgment of this poem by the people present. As I said at the beginning, I said two sentences casually on a whim. Why do I have to force the follow-up of the foreword?

"I'm afraid you are poor. Humph, the words don't make sense, and I don't know what you're reading. Gongsun Lingxian said rudely.

Zu Zhao smiled and said nothing, slowly picked up the glass and took a sip.

The elders at the table looked at each other in con's face, and the ancestors and the Gongsun family also deliberately exchanged eyes with each other. For these elderly people, they don't know much about poetry. Of course, they still think that Gongsun Ling's free words are more outstanding. However, subjectively, they have to admit that Zu Zhao's four seven words are clean and neat, extraordinary, and have three or four points worth repeated deliberation.

In other words, it is really valuable that such a strong and ingenious poem as "Qin Shi Mingyue Han Shiguan" can come from the mouth of a 15- or 6-year-old teenager. Take a step back, even if Zu Zhao and Gongsun Lingxian are not the same in literary style at this time, strictly speaking, it should be regarded as Zu Zhao's victory. On the one hand, Zu Zhao is three or five years younger than Gongsun Lingxian. On the other hand, Gongsun Lingxian has studied literature since childhood, while Zu Zhao has studied both literature and martial arts. In contrast, the quality is self-evident.

After a while, Chunyu Pei raised his glass and said with a smile, "Today, I can see that Mr. Ancestor and Mr. Sun have learned a lot, which really opened my eyes. It's really gratifying that I have a lot of talented people.

With this round, Zuju, Gongsunzhi and others had more or less steps to go down, so they smiled one after another. Then a round of push cups and set the cup, the drums rise again, and the atmosphere of the banquet returned to the lively. Even if this is a small episode, the ancestral family and the Gongsun family can have their own face at least. Not only that, but also for the Gongsun family, he also got to know the "famous" eldest son of the ancestral family. Sure enough, he is the same as recent rumors, elegant and heroic. He is the best choice for a fast son-in-law.

Gongsun Lingxian's face was ridiculed, and his disdainful face could not be concealed.

Zuzu Zhao smiled politely and alienatedly from beginning to end, and did not pay attention to the previous events at all.

In the process of this small literary competition, no one found that there was a pair of big black eyes staring at Zu Zhao.