Chapter 37 Enlightenment

Sun Shao looked at the indignant look of the bridge and couldn't help smiling: "Mother, why do you have to be angry with such a person? The so-called rich and easy to make friends, noble wife, although it is too realistic, it is also human's common."

The bridge nodded and sighed, "I don't know this truth. I just look at the faces of these people, and I have no reason to be angry." While gossiping with Sun Shao, she quickly read the poem in her hand, and suddenly stopped the topic. She looked up at Sun Shao, who was a little complacent, with some doubt in her eyes. Sun Shaozheng spoke enthusiasticly. Seeing that her expression was wrong, he quickly stopped talking.

"Mom, what's the problem?" He thought back carefully that this poem had been prepared for a long time. It should not have copied the previous poems of the Three Kingdoms. Is there any flaw seen by the bridge? It shouldn't be. Zhang Wen is so talented. If there is a problem, he should have seen it long ago.

"Aman, your poem is generally good, but I don't believe it when it is rated first." The bridge pointed to a few of them and said, "Look at these two sentences, 'Wu Yuan died because of his advice, and Wen Zhong died. The husband is generous, but he endures humiliation.' Not to mention whether the dictionary is accurate or not, the rhythm is wrong, which is much inferior to other sentences. There are still many such examples. There are many highlights throughout the article, but there are also many shortcomings. How can I get the first place?

As the bridge said, he pointed out several inappropriate places in the long poem. Sun Shao suddenly blushed and was so ashamed that he almost found a hole to get in. He was still complacent and felt that he was more or less a literati. Unexpectedly, the bridge suddenly found out what he had put together, just like Wang Xianzhi thought he was himself. It's awesome, but it was suddenly pointed out that it was written by Wang Xizhi.

"Well, mother, your vision is so poisonous." Sun Shao said awkwardly, "You didn't even see Zhang Wen, but you are as wise as a torch."

The bridge has not heard the meaning of Sun Shao's words, and in turn comforted Sun Shao and said, "Ah, in fact, my mother is also a little critical. It is not easy for you to write such a poem. Generally speaking, you have a high poetic intention and a unique vision. In addition, there are many good sentences. Zhang Wen, you First of all, it's still right. For example, these two sentences, 'The name is not written in the article, and the official should be old and sick. It's like a seagull in heaven and earth. The artistic conception is quite good, and the brushwork is old and spicy enough. If you only read these two sentences, you think that the author is a long-term eunuch. Who would have thought that you were just an uncrowned teenager.

It's okay not to say that the bridge is okay. With this, Sun Shao has the heart to jump off the building.

"Mother, stop talking."

"Hehe... My Aman knows he's shy." When the bridge saw that Sun Shao's face was red, he couldn't bear to go on. He raised his hand and covered the corners of his mouth with his sleeve and became happy.

Zhangfu.

As soon as Zhang Wenwen and Zhang Ji entered the door, their second sister Zhang Yuying greeted them and said with a smile, "The two brothers are drunk and smiling. Isn't it true that they have been hit by the leader again?"

Zhang Wen and Zhang Ji looked at each other, shook their heads and smiled. Zhang Yuying looked at them puzzledly and said with a smile, "Is there any talent in Wu Zhong that even overshadowed the two brothers?"

Zhang Wen smiled and said no words. Zhang Zhi took out the recorded poem and handed it to Zhang Yuying. He pointed to Sun Shao's poem at the top and said, "This time this poem is the leader."

When Zhang Yuying saw the joy of hunting, she quickly began to read it carefully. As soon as she read two sentences, she praised: "This sentence 'Xu said Lin Jian Zhao, Qingquan Stone Upstream' is good, elegant, but it's a little inconsistent with your noisy appearance." Then she continued to read down, read it for a while, commented on two sentences, and finally read it again: "This knot The last few words are quite good, but they are too old-fashioned. She bit her finger, blinked her big dark eyes, tilted her head and thought for a while, and smiled, "Among the older scholars in Wu Zhong, there is no such talented person. Is it possible that this Sun Shao has just learned from the original?"

Zhang Ji laughed on his back and shook his head repeatedly: "Guess again."

Zhang Yuying was surprised: "I'm from Wuzhong?"

"Well, I'm from Wuzhong, and I'm not the older one. I'm an uncrowned young talent."

"Uncrowned young talent?" Zhang Yuying was even more curious. She thought about it again and again. She stepped forward and pulled Zhang Wen's arm, which had been smiling, and said coquettishly, "Brother, I can't guess it. Just tell me."

Zhang Wen looked at this ten-year-old but intelligent sister, reached out and pinched her pink little face, and said with a loving smile, "You are so stupid. How many young people in Wu Zhong's name is Sun Shao and have not salutation? Isn't it just one? I can't even guess this.

"What?" Zhang Yuying was shocked and pointed to the door: "You mean the martial artist who rebelled against the general's mansion?"

"You guessed it right."

"How is it possible?" Zhang Yuying covered her mouth in surprise and opened her eyes: "Can he... write poems?"

"Yes, he can write poems." Zhang Wen picked up Sun Shao's poem and took a casual look: "Zhangzi, I'm afraid I'll be blinded by him again this time."

Zhang Ji just sat down and picked up a glass of water. Hearing Zhang Wen's words, he couldn't help laughing. He glanced at Zhang Wen and said, "Brother, you're a little gaffe this time."

Zhang Wen looked at him and nodded, "Yes, I'm really a little anxious this time. I always feel that I should be able to beat him, but I didn't expect it to be self-defeating. However, Jizong, I still think there is something wrong. I heard from Zhou Xun that there are no guests in the general's mansion. Except for some servants, there are only Mrs. Qiao and Sun Shao. If you want to say that Qian Ren's work, after thinking about it, only Mrs. Qiao can do it for you. However, the Qiao family is not a family of poems and books. Even if Mrs. Qiao is talented, how can she make such a poem?

Zhang Ji held a water glass and was silent. He was also thinking about this question. Zhang Yuying listened and nodded and said, "Sun Shao is a martial artist. I heard that he has only read the Analects of Confucius and the Classic of Filial Piety. It seems that he has never learned poetry. How did he do poetry all of a sudden? Although this long poem has some stagnations, on the whole, it is really good. In my opinion, it is not inferior to my brother's poem. She picked out Zhang Wen's poem and said with a smile, "Brother, the back of your poem is still good, but the front is a little empty."

"Sister, you don't know that the eldest brother has Sun Shao's way today." Zhang Zhi said with a smile, "Sun Shao brought a few jars of wine. It was extremely fierce. The eldest brother was indifferent, choked, and disturbed Wen Si. It was written casually in the front, and there was nothing he could do."

Zhang Yuying glanced at Zhang Wen, who was a little embarrassed, and did not ask. She continued to look through other pages of poems and commented on them while reading. Although she is only ten years old, she already has a certain vision under the influence of Zhang Wen and Zhang Ji. Although she can't be compared with Zhang Wen, it is basically accurate.

Until Zhang Yuying finished reading all the poems, Zhang Wen and Zhang Ji did not say anything. Zhang Yuying glanced at their faces and knew that they probably had something to talk about, so she sued and retreated first. When Zhang Yuying's small figure disappeared outside the door, Zhang Ji whispered, "Brother, do you want to make friends with him?"

Zhang Wen looked at the slanting sun outside and was silent for a while before he said, "What do you think?"

Zhang Ji frowned: "Not to mention the right or wrong of his poem, in his case, I'm afraid it's not necessarily good for my family to get along with him, right?"

Zhang Wen withdrew his eyes, looked at Zhang Ji, tilted the corners of his mouth and smiled, "Do you think he really wants to learn from Tao Zhu?"

"Even if he doesn't want to learn, I'm afraid Sun Quan won't give him any chance."

"You're right." Zhang Wen nodded: "I don't value his power. What I like is his wisdom."

"Intelligence?" Zhang Ji was stunned and laughed unconsciously: "A martial artist, Qian Ren wrote a few poems, and he has wisdom? Brother, have you gone a blind eye?

"No." Zhang Wen leaned against the lacquer case and tapped his fingers gently on the surface: "Poetry can be written by someone, but pretending to be stupid is so natural that even Zhou Xun and I have been cheated. This ability can't be taught by people, and... It's only been about ten days, and he suddenly changed from an impulsive martial artist to hide his weakness. If there is really no master's advice later, then there is only one reason, he is enlightened.

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