Chapter 40 Really, big guy

"Do you have any connection with Zhang?" Zhang Ruoxu, who was called "Shiweng" by his friend, was also confused by Zhang Qian's eyes now, and he looked confused. He took a few steps back guiltily and added in a low voice, "Zhang is a native of Yangzhou. He was studying in Jiangnan in his early years, and then went to Gunzhou to serve as a military officer..."

The reason why he was guilty was that he was romantic and generous when he was young, and he was unrestrained and had countless evil deeds. If he had left a seed in his official daughter's belly, thinking about his age, he would have been almost the same as the young man in front of him.

And that young man's surname is Zhang!

He was born white and tender, tall and handsome, and was vaguely similar to his youth.

If the other party gives him a face-to-face recognition today, Zhang Ruoxu will be very happy today. Even if he is determined and refuses decisively, he will inevitably become a few friends in the future, especially the bad friend "Ji Weng" around him. If he doesn't do it well, he will even write more than a dozen poems to make him live a romantic life for this!

Fortunately, the thing he was most worried about did not happen. Hearing his inquiry, he also saw his vigilance. Zhang Qian was stunned and quickly realized his disobedience. Then, he took a few long breaths to relieve the excitement in his heart and bowed seriously: "I was frightened by the time I lost my character for a while. I heard my name for a long time and I saw it today. It is really a blessing for me to have three lives! The teacher just wanted to listen to Qin Yin, but I dare not refuse. It was just too boring to repeat the previous words. It would be better to let me recite my master's masterpiece..."

Then, regardless of whether Zhang Ruoxu agreed or not, or how confused others were, a string of ups and downs, a stream of Mandarin, emerged from his mouth like a spring:

The spring tides are connected to the sea level, and the bright moon on the sea is born with the tide.

The waves are rippling for thousands of miles, and there is no moon in the spring river!

The river flows around the fragrant dwellings, and the moon shines on the flowers and forests all look like snow;

The frost flows in the sky without feeling the flowing, and the white sand on the ground cannot be seen.

The river and sky are all color without dust, and the lonely moon is in the bright sky.

Who first saw the moon by the river? When did the moon in the river shine on people?

Life has been endless from generation to generation, and the river and moon look similar every year.

…”

No longer thinking about whether he, a fake Momen student, would be in trouble! He didn't even have the heart to think about it. If Zhang Ruoxu pointed out on the spot that he was not speaking the Qin Dynasty people after hearing this, how would he end up!

Like a thirsty ghost, meets Xiao Jingteng, or like a wanted criminal, sees Jacky Cheung! At this moment, Zhang Qian's heart was completely occupied by the excitement of communicating with his idol in person. Apart from nearly fifty-year-old Zhang Ruoxu and the song "Spring River Moon Night" that has been circulating for thousands of years, he can no longer tolerate anything else.

Looking at Zhang Ruoxu again, he frowned at first, and concentrated on identifying the similarities and differences between Zhang Qian's words and Tang Yan. As he listened, his eyes became wet. Then, his lips began to tremble slightly, and his beard slowly swinged, following the rhythm of the recitation. "He was reciting Shiweng's masterpiece?" Although the three "Ji Weng" and "Gui Weng" and Sun Yuyi, although they could not understand Zhang Qian's Mandarin, they vaguely felt from the rhythm and rhythm of each recitation that Zhang Qian was reading a peerless work. They looked at each other with their eyes and were shocked on each other's face.

In their impression, Zhang Ruoxu is proficient in many languages ​​and music, and is skilled in martial arts. He is both civil and military. However, this person is not good at writing poetry and does not write much. Today, a young man who claims to have come out of the hidden Momen is memorizing Zhang Ruoxu's masterpieces and is so excited that he almost goes crazy when he sees Zhang Ruoxu himself with his own eyes. This is too incredible.

“……The slanting moon hides the fog in the sea, and the infinite road of Jieshi Xiaoxiang.

I don’t know how many people will return on the moon, and the moon will shake the love of the river trees!"

Just when he was inexplicably surprised, Zhang Qian had finished reciting the entire article "Spring River Moon Night". He raised his head and looked at Zhang Ruoxu with white beards. His young face was filled with worship like a false one!

"Shiweng, when did you write this long poem? Why didn't you take it out and let Brother Yu read it?" I asked if I didn't understand. In the eyes of "Jiweng", it was always a virtue. So, as soon as Zhang Qian finished speaking, he walked forward and urged Zhang Ruoxu repeatedly.

"Shi Weng, this poem sounds catchy and vaguely matches the old rhythm of Yuefu. Unfortunately, Lu didn't understand a word!" The old man named "Gui Weng" didn't care about asking Zhang Qian for the time being, and decisively gave "Ji Weng" a tone.

"It's broken!" Zhang Qian shivered immediately after hearing what the two said. The excitement of meeting the idol was instantly swept away in his heart. "What if he hadn't written "Spring River Moon Night" at this time? Who is this poem?! He only had two poems in his life, so I stole one for him. I, I'm so guilty!"

"To be honest, this poem was indeed written by Zhang, and it followed the old title of Yuefu, "Spring River Flower Moon Night". However, Zhang was exhausted at that time, so he did not take it out to destroy everyone's mood." Fortunately, Zhang Ruoxu answered in time, otherwise, Zhang Qian would definitely regret robbing the ground with his head.

After a little calming down his complex mood, he turned his eyes to Zhang Qian and said with a smile: "Zhang doesn't know if you used Qin Yan just now, but listening to the rules of sound and the application of words and sentences can be confirmed to be from the same line as Tang Yan, not the Japanese and nonsense. Zhang's clumsy work was written when he was trapped in the journey. It was too sad for spring and was not suitable for people of your age to appreciate it. Young people should be like the new year of birth, and they should not learn from Zhang's old age. They would complain about themselves all day long and have no aura."

Obviously, in his excitement, he regarded Zhang Qian as a soulmate. Therefore, he used the tone of an elder to guide Zhang Qian, not wanting him to become depressed by his own works.

"It turned out that I used the old Yuefu title of "Spring River Moon Night". No wonder I sounded so familiar!" Before Zhang Qian could respond, the "Guan Weng" suddenly realized and smiled rudely from the side, "Suan Weng, why didn't Brother Zhang take out such a good poem earlier and enjoy it with us! Mr. Lu would also invite some musicians and singers to sing Brother Zhang's masterpieces in all directions!"

"You still need to show your diligence?" Dissatisfied with the whistling look of this person, the old man called "Ji Weng" glanced at him and shook his head with a smile, "Young Master Zhang can recite this poem back to the flow when he first came out of the mountains. I believe this poem has been widely circulated. It's just that you and I are trapped in the document all day long and have become more and more ignorant!"

After saying that, he quickly turned his eyes to Zhang Qian and smiled and begged for reunion: "My friend, don't bother the second master in one matter. Since you have read Brother Shifu's "Spring River Flower Moon Night" with Qin Yan, can you read it again with Tang Yan? So that I can relieve the itch in my heart earlier?"

"This..." The excitement of meeting the idol has calmed down, so Zhang Qian did not dare to act again, so he turned to ask Zhang Ruoxu for his opinion.

"My friend, this is also my close friend. The top scholar in the late B year, Dr. Taichang, whose surname is He, is named Zhizhang." Before Zhang Ruoxu responded, the enthusiastic doctor Sun stepped forward and introduced him loudly to Zhang Qian, "He asked you to recite, you should recite it. On weekdays, I don't know how many young people are honored to get his face-to-face guidance! My friend, what's wrong with you? Why are you trembling again?"

"What's wrong, what else can happen?

If you change it, let’s try it!

I just met Zhang Ruoxu, and you told me again that the person who heard me speak loudly before was He Zhizhang!

The former one is a literary giant.

This is the big guy’s square!

You asked me to prepare in advance!

OK, either don’t come or be in pairs!

…”

Zhang Qian screamed in his heart, but he couldn't say a word in his mouth. It was not until he was so anxious that he came forward to pinch his man with his toes that he finally recovered some self-control. He staggered back a few steps, held his left hand and swung his right hand gently.

"No, it's okay! It's always worrying. I never dreamed that I could meet Zhang Bingcao, He, He, and He Taichang in person today. The spring breeze in February is like scissors. I don't know how many times I have recited in this life?!"

"A young man, is it because of honey in his mouth?" Although I have heard countless praises in the first half of my life, He Zhizhang was still in a good mood when he heard his sincere admiration for his works from a strange young man. He waved his hand and laughed and ridiculed. "How many days have you been out of the mountain? How could you have memorized my poems? I don't know how many times have you recited?!" (Note: He Zhizhang was born in 659 and was 48 years old at that time.)

‘I did it when I was in elementary school!’ Zhang Qian muttered in his stomach, but he didn’t dare to say it out of his mouth, so he could only smile embarrassedly.

"This is also my best friend. He comes from the Lu family of Fanyang, and his name is Ziqian. He is now a bachelor of Zhaowenguan." At this moment, Doctor Sun stepped forward again and solemnly introduced his third friend, the old man who was called "Guanweng" by everyone. "If you have a desire to learn in the future, you might as well ask him to give you some advice."

"I dare not take it, I dare not take it!" Lu Zang stood up straight, his chin slightly raised, and waved his hand gently.

In his opinion, although his reputation for poetry is not as good as He Zhizhang, he is not much different. He is also a bachelor of Zhaowenguan and is from Fanyang Lu, who is from the Five Seven Hosts. After listening to it, Zhang Qian from the countryside will definitely be even more excited. If he doesn't do it well, he will faint on the spot and cry immediately when he wakes up. Please forgive him for his previous rudeness.

Unexpectedly, after waiting for a long time, Zhang Qian only bowed gently, "It turns out that it is Mr. Lu, Zhang Qian in Changshan, here is polite!"

The tone of his voice was so calm that he could not see at all. He was excited when he heard the names of Zhang Ruoxu and He Zhizhang.

Bowing is also out of the most basic politeness.

It seemed as if he was asking silently, who was Lu Zangyong?

Is he very famous?

Why have I never heard anyone say it?! Thank you for your help and recommend it. Thank you to the readers of Toad, Blood Red, Elbow, Second Brother and Banana for coming. This year's life is not easy, so this book is easy and happy. Don't abuse the master, don't abuse your heart, and keep your happiness to the end. Please support me. Qingzhou Liu is engaged in a down-and-out drunkard, thank you
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