Old Mrs. Meng

Follow the second poem.

Zhao Zhensheng's face looked even more ugly.

There was originally a special room for Ding Zhan to sing the poems about snow and plum. Even if Ding Zhan sang well, the poems about snow, lake and people he had prepared long ago will not only not conflict with Ding Zhan, but also have a different state of mind.

Peaches and plum blossoms bloom on their own, and the two poems with different themes naturally cannot form a contrast.

But now.

Ding Zhan sang good lines, classics, and artistic conception that no one can understand. Zhao Zhensheng sang nothing, even the sun, moon and even flames, which are completely different from snow and plum, are like showing off their own aggression and insulting themselves.

I feel even more regretful.

I quietly looked at Fang Huaishan next to me.

Fang Huaishan was also clever and immediately laughed "Haha": "Brother Tie, Gao Teng, this first song has reached the level of a masterpiece of eternal songs." Pretending to look painful: "But the starting point is too high, I can't stand it, and I can't stand it."

Li Zhengui also followed suit: "Brother Tie, the first song of the opening of this year has improved our snow appreciation by several levels."

The two of them "haha" each other, revealing Zhao Zhensheng's embarrassment. Ding Zhan was cold and melancholy, so he naturally didn't bother to pay attention to it. He gave everyone a mysterious and generous look.

However, Ding Zhan’s song “Thousands of Pear Blossoms” is really classic, and no one can keep up with the second song. Fang Huaishan can only help Zhao Zhensheng change the topic. Suddenly, an old man flashed out of the garden of Xuemeiyuan.

"Old Master Meng." Fang Huaishan said in surprise: "Old Master Meng is also here in Xuemeiyuan this year, and another masterpiece is about to be released."

The person who changed the topic said: "Let's go, let's go to Xuemeiyuan."

Everyone nodded immediately and said yes.

Ding Zhan's quatrain hit everyone to death, and no one answered the second poem, so he could only go to the place to enjoy the plum blossoms and snow plum garden today. Some rich young men were naturally unhappy.

For today's snow-appreciation party, many rich young men prepared poetry, thinking of making a big splash and attracting the attention of beautiful women. Unexpectedly, Ding Zhan suddenly wrote a quatrain, which made them embarrassed to sing the poems they prepared, and naturally they were dissatisfied and jealous.

However, Ding Zhan's poems were so good that everyone could not help but feel admiration and envy. All the dissatisfaction and jealousy were transferred to Zhao Zhensheng: Damn! I don't sing, but I just go to provoke Tie Zhan. Now, no one can show off.

For a moment, Zhao Zhensheng hated him half to death. It was this declining person who had a random idea and could only look for another opportunity to show off his poetry. Poor Zhao Zhensheng was not a human inside and outside, so he could only follow the crowd to Xuemeiyuan with a crying face. It was like eating a mouthful of coptis chinensis - bitterness!

He secretly looked at the rich ladies at Ding Zhan, and involuntarily added one more. The little beauty Shu Tong Yuke's lips pouted in dissatisfaction, and could only feel aggrieved in secret: Alas! It's not okay to be low-key. It's not okay to be arrogant, it's hard to make me angry.

Looking towards the Xuemeiyuan, among the plum blossoms that are as prosperous as snow, there is a pavilion beside the lake. Standing on the embankment, the cruise ship and the restaurant on the embankment can be clearly seen. An old man in his seventies or eighties, in his spirited gray clothes with broken beards spread out a piece of painting paper and looked at it for a while, and then began to paint there intently. There were many gorgeously dressed tourists around, looking forward to admiring the old man's paintings.

The old man is the old tutor Meng that Fang Huaishan mentioned.

Yu Ke secretly sent a secret saying: Old Master Meng, the contemporary teacher of the God Emperor of the Great Xia, is highly valued and respected by the God Emperor of the Great Xia. Not only is the counselor and wise teacher of the God Emperor of the Great Xia, but also one of the two talented literati in Daxia City.

Daxia City has two great famous names, namely the Great God Kingdom, and even the Wild Continental literati.

One is Zhuge Zuoxiang, the left prime minister of the Great Xia Divine Kingdom, who is knowledgeable in all astronomy and astrology. The other is Mr. Meng, the Literary Hall of the Great Xia Divine Kingdom, who is proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. Unfortunately, Ding Zhan read almost all ancient books. Otherwise, even if he was in the Southern Shu Kingdom, he would have heard of two great scholars, Zhuge Zuoxiang and Mr. Meng.

Xuemeiyuan has to charge a fee.

Usually, there are only two gold coins, but in the first heavy snow in Daxia City. There are officers and soldiers guarding the gate of Xuemeiyuan. Those who enter will collect 300 gold coins. Only rich people can enter it. Otherwise, such a beautiful scenery has long been crowded with civilians, so how could the proud and wealthy children come here to enjoy the plum blossoms on the snow?

"Young Master." The housekeeper Zhao Zhensheng had already bought the tickets, and everyone entered Xuemeiyuan.

The beautiful scenery is in front of you, and the faint fragrance is shrouded in the flying snowflakes. The rich young men and ladies began to show off. The poems that had been prepared were finally released. The snow plums suddenly started to sing and laugh. After all, everyone is not familiar with Tie Zhan, so Ding Zhan can hide behind people secretly.

It was not until more than an hour that everyone came to the pavilion by the lake in Xuemeiyuan. The old lady tutor Meng, who was painting, had just stopped writing, and Zhao Zhensheng immediately led everyone up: "See the old lady tutor."

He is worthy of being the two great literati in Daxia City.

Although Mrs. Meng is in his seventies or eighties, she is gentle and elegant, dressed gracefully, full of a strong atmosphere of poetry. She is obviously a literary scholar who is well-read in poetry and books, and she is particularly amiable.

He smiled: "Children, it's the three-year snow-appreciation party again."

Wave: "Come on, look at the work I'm going to finish."

Everyone gathered up. Unexpectedly, it was not the snow plum landscape in front of them, but the lively scene of looking into the distance, surrounded by white lake water, covered with heavy snow, tourists playing and tall buildings. The water of the snow lake was fluttering and magnificent, the tourists on the embankment were happy and joyful, and the layers of tall buildings were luxurious. After careful painting by Mrs. Meng, the prosperity and shocking scene of Daxia City in the snow was displayed.

With the painting skills of Mr. Meng, it is indeed an extraordinary landscape. However, after Ding Zhan looked at it, the entire landscape lacked the theme and finishing touch, and was just a beautiful scroll, but without deep connotation and charm.

If compared to a woman, this picture is just a beautiful and beautiful woman, but I don’t know where the beauty is. It can be seen that it is cute, pretty, mature or noble, just like a woman without temperament, although it is beautiful but not aftertaste.

Obviously: this is an unfinished picture, missing the finishing touch.

Some rich young men didn't see it.  I couldn't help but exclaim: "Okay! Good painting! What a bustling and lively snowy day, what a bustling and gorgeous snowy city..."

Ding Zhan couldn't help but despise him: Damn! Don't embarrass and conspicuously.

I didn't say anything silently, of course I wouldn't criticize this picture, and naturally I wouldn't show off my arrogantly, but it was obvious that Ding Zhan was not the only one.

"Trial Tutor." Yu Mengyao, the first beauty in the capital, smiled: "This is a picture without spirituality, a beauty without temperament, lacking the final touch, the old tutor has not completed it yet."

sharp!

Ding Zhan nodded: He is worthy of being one of the three talented women in the capital. Clear guidance and elegant and weak beauty are in the floating snow that makes people unable to stop their heartbeats.

Old Mrs. Meng nodded with a smile: "It is worthy of being Miss Yu from Yuzhen Pavilion and a talented woman from the capital. She can see the key points of the picture at a glance."

"Yes, it lacks spirituality, and a finishing touch." He looked at the rich young men and ladies around him: "Children, is there anyone who helped me complete this scroll? Help me write a poem, give this scroll the finishing touch, and make it full of spirituality."

He smiled and said, "If someone can satisfy me, I will give this picture to him with my own hands."

It turned out that we were going to test everyone, the rich young men who just praised the painting. They were immediately shy and couldn't bear it. However, when they heard that the old tutor Meng wanted to give it to the painter, everyone was immediately excited and looked at the painting. They all wanted to try it.

Not only is it hard to find a picture of Mr. Meng's painting, but it is also a symbol of identity and glory. Not to mention the rich young men, even many powerful and nobles, I hope to collect one of them.

Everyone frowned quickly.

The whole scroll is indeed beautiful and spectacular, but it lacks the theme and focus, and it looks very scattered, making it impossible to write. I don’t know what the theme should be highlighted.

After looking at Old Master Meng, he looked leisurely and happy. Everyone knew in their hearts that Old Master Meng had obviously made the finishing touch, and now he is just testing everyone.

Everyone shook their heads: How can they compare with the talented talent of Old Master Meng?

A few people forced to write a poem, but they savored it themselves. After looking at the confident appearance of Mr. Meng, they held it back. The chanting was not recognized by Mr. Meng. That was embarrassing. Mr. Meng said it very clearly: he wrote it when he was satisfied. He gave it to him.

To satisfy Mrs. Meng: It’s too difficult!

For a moment, everyone longed for a while, but it was silent. No one could sing the finishing touch.

The old tutor Meng obviously understood it and smiled: "Children, as long as they have new ideas, you might as well sing a few words to read."

Everyone was still silent, and no one followed the fifty-five rich young men. This is no wonder everyone. Not only did the old lady Meng in front of me, this scroll looks simple, but the theme is not clear, so it is difficult to write.

"Wow!"

Everyone's eyes looked at Zhao Zhensheng. Zhao Zhensheng was not only the leader of this snow-appreciation club, but also had talent among the rich young masters. He could only hope that Zhao Zhensheng would sing a few words, otherwise it would be circulated in Daxia City: The snow-appreciation club has no talent, and the rich young masters of Daxia City have no talent, so it would be embarrassing.

Zhao Zhensheng was still confused.

He was killed by Ding Zhan at once. He hadn't reacted yet and had no good verses at all. Seeing everyone looking at him, he felt embarrassed and wanted to escape. Suddenly, he saw Ding Zhan shrinking behind, looking depressed.

I thought about it in my heart and felt very cruel: It’s you!

I thought to myself: I don’t believe that you can hang your teeth and claws in front of Old Master Meng.

He immediately said, "Old Master, your painting is really stumping us, but I recommend one person and will definitely give you a satisfactory poem."

Looking at Ding Zhan, "Brother Tie, you are the ones who wrote this poem!"

Of course, Zhao Zhensheng was not kind-hearted.

The difficulty of the poem that makes Mrs. Meng satisfied is to imagine. Moreover, Zhao Zhensheng believes that Ding Zhan’s “Thousands of Pear Blossoms” must be a poem that had been prepared before the snow-appreciation meeting. He just took the opportunity to be arrogant. Now he has to sing the poem randomly. I don’t believe that Ding Zhan can sing it.

In a word: I think Ding Zhan is embarrassing, and I also want to embarrass Ding Zhan.

Fang Huaishan, Li Zhengui and Wei Gaotian also reacted. They immediately cooperated with Zhao Zhensheng: "Yes! Yes! Brother Tie is a talent, we believe in Brother Tie's ability."

"I?"

Ding Zhan was nestled behind and felt aggrieved: Damn! Why is it me again?

I can't even think about quietness.

However, looking at Zhao Zhensheng, Fang Huaishan, Li Zhengui and Wei Gaotiandi, Ding Zhan felt fierce: Damn! Damn Zhao Zhensheng, I will embarrass you to the end today and let you hide when you see me in the future.

Ding Zhan is fierce!

And it would be impossible not to be cruel. When he heard Zhao Zhensheng’s recommendation from four people, the "wow" shines. The rich young men all looked toward the iron Zhan behind and actually gave up a way, exposing Ding Zhan, and could not escape at all.

Not to mention this, all the rich young men immediately agreed: "Yes! Only Brother Tie can do it."

"Yes! Mr. Tie's talent is the real talent." Several rich ladies were even shy and silently at Tie Zhan.

have to!

Unable to retreat, Yu Mengyao, the most beautiful girl in the capital, also looked at Ding Zhan gently and quietly, with the ability to see Ding Zhan performing. The elegant and weak beauty is enough to suffocate anyone.

Seeing everyone's recommendation, Mrs. Meng also noticed Ding Zhan: "Young man, since you recommend you, you must be very talented. Come and try it."

Ding Zhan is naturally no longer polite.

After walking up, I looked at the old master Meng's painting: "The old master, the lake and snow are flying in the scroll. Visitors laugh, and the bustling high-rise buildings account for one-third of each, which can be used as the highlight of the key themes."

Shaking his head: "But with the talent and mind of the old tutor, it will not be placed on a small part." Ding Zhan said confidently: "The old tutor, I boldly speculate that the theme must be based on the whole picture and the tone, and it is a theme of auspicious snow that indicates a good harvest. Every family is happy with their faces."

"Huh?" Old Master Meng looked at Ding Zhan in surprise: "Young man, are you confident?" This tone clearly shows that Ding Zhandi's guess was correct, and Old Master Meng meant exactly.

Ding Zhan nodded: "Yes!"

Everyone was envious and jealous, and Ding Zhan actually had a solution. The poor Zhao Zhensheng and the other two looked even more ugly, and they obviously underestimated Ding Zhan. They also thought that Ding Zhan would be embarrassed this time. Unexpectedly, they suddenly said it to the old tutor's heart.
To be continued...