The Young Master Is Fierce Chapter 369: Masterpiece
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March twenty-seven.
This is the last day of the cultural conference.
Today’s topic is very simple. Wen Xingzhou stood on the high platform and just said:
"For today's competition, students are asked to write an inscription that expresses their ambitions through objects. The time will end at noon."
It is also a very common question. Many students have done countless inscriptions like this before, so they are naturally very familiar with it.
But precisely because of this, it is extremely difficult to write new ideas.
Yesterday Fu Xiaoguan spent half a cup of tea before going to the desk to answer. So what about today?
After listening to the question, Fan Tianning was the first to turn his head and look at Fu Xiaoguan.
"You have already given up two games. I think you disdain this leader. Or maybe you want to give this opportunity to others, but after all, you are a recognized talent in the world. For this article, you choose You should be able to take the lead, right?”
Fu Xiaoguan smiled and touched his nose, thinking how could this guy think like this?
What Fan Tianning said is that you gave up the leader of the literary society, but you also need a small victory to prove yourself.
Conscience of heaven and earth, Fu Xiaoguan has never thought so. He wrote those couplets and poems, and of course he will write this article today. As for the result... Who knows whether a genius will emerge and crush him? ?
"Can we go back after today's game?"
"If you don't want to go to Hanling Temple, you can go back...but do you really not care about this cultural gathering?"
"Brother Fan, when it comes to composing poems and articles, you have to be good at this kind of thing. To give you an analogy, pregnancy is not about pregnancy. You can pick up pregnancy at your fingertips, but you need to hold back pregnancy for ten months. ”
Fan Tianning was stunned, "So you are a talent?"
"Of course, but I'm afraid they seem to be pregnant. Okay, I won't talk to you anymore, I'm going to answer the question."
"Again?"
Fan Tianning's eyes widened, this was faster than yesterday!
What are you talking about? Fu Xiaoguan glared at Fan Tianning and walked towards the desk.
As a result, all the young people's eyes fell on Fu Xiaoguan's back.
"No way..."
"Giving up on yourself?"
"Anyway, he has already lost two games, so of course this game doesn't matter anymore."
"Is it possible that he can really write wonderful poems and articles in such a short time?"
"What the **** are you thinking about? It's still ten months until you're pregnant. Even if you're pregnant, it still needs time to brew!"
"Since he has given up on being a cultural leader, why did he come to attend the literary conference?"
"Maybe he really can't write any good poems and articles."
So many people take it for granted. After all, a good poetry article requires inspiration first, and secondly polishing. Inspiration relies on chance, and polishing relies on hard work, both of which take time.
But Fu Xiaoguan didn't think about it for much time!
"If he can still win the title...unless he knows the topic in advance!"
Miss Tang San looked at the back, her eyebrows were silent, and she said this.
The students in the audience were talking about Fu Xiaoguan, but Wen Xingzhou on the stage looked at Fu Xiaoguan and laughed, with undisguised eagerness in his eyes.
Can he write another amazing article today?
……
Dong Shulan is still sharpening her ink, and she feels happy in her heart.
Of course she had read the five poems yesterday immediately. Although she had been with Fu Xiaoguan for nearly a year, she was still amazed by those poems.
This is the husband she chose herself, and she is proud of him!
This is a truly erudite and talented man. He actually completed such exquisite poems in a short period of time. This is how he has a mind full of hills and valleys, and a belly full of poetry and calligraphy!
Who else in the world could have such a young man?
Fu Xiaoguan raised his pen and swung it, and when the pen fell on the paper, he saw three large scrawled characters "Inscription on the Humble Room".
The mountain is not high, but it is famous if there are immortals.
The water is not deep, but the dragon is there.
This is a humble house, but I am virtuous.
The upper steps of the moss marks are green, and the grass color is green into the curtain.
There are scholars who talk and laugh, but there are no idle people in the world.
You can tune the piano and read the Golden Sutra.
No messy ears of silk and bamboo, no laborious shape of case documents.
Nanyang Zhugelu, Xishuzi Yunting.
Confucius said: "What is so shameful?"
Completed in one go, Fu Xiaoguan picked up his pen and looked at it. He originally wanted to change the Shuzi Yunting Pavilion in the west of Zhuge Lu, Nanyang, to the Xishan Residence in Linjiang and the Liyuan Pavilion in Kyoto. After thinking about it, he didn't change it, because after changing it, its meaning suddenly dropped, and it was also a tribute to the past classic.
As for anyone going after Nanyang Zhugelu and Xishuzi Yunting, that is none of his business.
However, what he didn't know was that there really was a Zhuge Lu in Nanyang County of Fan State, and Zhuge Mingming, a great scholar of Fan State, lived there.
The former Western Shu, which is now the Western Wilderness area of the Yu Dynasty, once had an extremely famous Mr. Ziyun. He spent his whole life spreading holy knowledge in Western Shu and wanted to educate all people.
Now, that Ziyun Pavilion is in Xirong Mansion. Mr. Ziyun’s surname is Yang Mingzhi, which is naturally different from his previous life. The Yang family has taken root in Xirong, and today it has become a prominent family in Xirong Mansion.
Fu Xiaoguan put down his pen and Wen Xingzhou hurriedly walked away. Then his eyes fell on this inscription and he could no longer look away.
He couldn't help himself. Before the ink on the paper had dried, he took the paper and walked away quickly, leaving Fu Xiaoguan standing there in shock and not knowing what happened.
……
Bo Xue Building.
Eight great scholars were reviewing yesterday's poems. Wen Xingzhou hurried up the stairs with this article in hand.
"Masters, masters, this is a masterpiece, a masterpiece!"
The eight great scholars suddenly raised their heads, and the old master of Lishan Academy Yuan Zhengzhuang even raised his eyes and looked out the window - how much time has passed now?
"His article again?" Old Master Zhuang stood up and asked excitedly.
"Of course, come, come, let's enjoy it together!"
A scrawled article was placed on the desk. The nine top scholars of the Wu Dynasty all gathered around it, and then... there was silence again!
After half a stick of incense, they had recited this article silently in their hearts at least twenty times.
Old Master Du shook his head and sighed: "It is true that if God had not given birth to Fu Xiaoguan, the eternity of the human world would be like a long night. How could such a literary talent have been seen in thousands of years!"
Old Master Mei sat down on the stool, his mood waning, "We are respected as great scholars by the world... I suddenly feel that this is a kind of irony!"
Old Master Zhuang was deeply convinced and nodded frequently: "This humble room has only a few crosses inscribed on it. Although it is a humble room, it is noble because of the owner who lives here... The level of Fu Xiaoguan really makes me ashamed!"
Wen Xingzhou didn't judge, and he hurried to the second floor, whereupon eight other scholars also ran down.
Of course they wanted to make a copy of this article, and what Wen Xingzhou wanted was to frame it and hang it in the lobby.
This is a humble house, but I am virtuous and kind. What a lofty virtue this is!
Without the clutter of silk and bamboo, without the hassle of writing documents, what a pleasant life this is!
Thinking again of the desireless desire that is so widely sung in Guanyun City... Could it be that what this kid is after is really something other than power and status?