Han Fei, Han Zijin.
It was Han Zijin, who was good at arithmetic and had taught them the multiplication table. At this moment, they couldn't help but wonder if Han Fei was also an outstanding literary talent to be praised by Xun Yu.
At this moment, Cai Yan and Xiao Lan 'er had just arrived. Xiao Lan' er, who was bent on pulling strings for the young miss, hurriedly said when she heard this. "Miss, come and see. They're all talking about Mr. Han."
Mr. Han also wanted to compose a poem. Cai Yan, who was originally standing at the back, could not help but walk to the front.
"You girls, come and cover Miss.”Xiao Lan 'er gave some instructions, and the two of them hid behind the maids.
"Miss, I wonder what kind of poem Mr. Han will write and whether he will be able to get the first place in this literary gathering.”Xiao Lan 'er said excitedly. She wished that Qin Feng could immediately compose a poem that was the best in the world so that his reputation could spread to Luoyang.
" Brother Zijin, please." Xun Yu smiled.
You're too unreasonable. Han Fei didn't know how to write poetry, so he became restless when he heard this.
"Zi Jin, Wen Ruo praises you so much, so don't decline.”Cai Yong laughed. If you can't do it, let me teach you this time. Cai Yong was still brooding over the matter of asking Han Fei for the multiplication formula. Lu Zhi and the others had bright eyes. They knew how talented Han Zijin was just by listening to the poem, so they could take this opportunity to see if Han Zijin was really talented.
Han Zijin had no choice but to stand up and say awkwardly,""This one, this one is really not good at poetry.”
"Brother Zijin, don't be humble. Just now, you were speaking with confidence and eloquence, so how could you not know how to compose a poem?”Xun Yu said. The purpose of him recommending Han Fei to write poetry was to see if Han Fei was really talented, or if he was just a person who only knew how to talk big, and if he was worth making friends with.
In fact, Han Fei was just retreating to advance. If he didn't show off his skills after coming to this place 2,000 years later, when would he have to travel to the future 2,000 years later and be tortured? He bowed around and immediately found the figure he had been thinking of day and night behind the maid. In an instant, he had the best of both worlds. He said,"I can't catch up with you all, so I can only make a poem to show my embarrassment."”
A poem was used to express one's subjective feelings. It was gorgeous and exquisite. Fu was used to describe objective things, straightforward and smooth. Regardless of the difference between poetry and Fu, Fu was the most popular form of literary talent in the Han Dynasty.
When he heard that Han Fei was going to write a poem, this poem would better reflect a person's literary talent than poetry.
The Literature Association usually wrote poems because the poems were relatively short. With some literary talent, they could make them rhyme. As for Fu, it was very difficult. It couldn't be done in a short time. Xun Yu and the others admitted that they couldn't do it.
Xun Yu's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly sat back down, leaving this duel to Han Fei.
"Han Fei wants to write a poem."
"Haha, it's truly rare."
"You and I might as well listen quietly." Cai Yong and the older generation discussed.
Chen Lin, Kong Rong, and Liu Zhen had only heard of Han Fei's Dao of Arithmetic through very remote channels. Although that multiplication table was rare, it was only a side branch of the righteous path. Seeing Xun Yu's praise and Han Fei's intention to write Fu, he became more and more curious about him. Could it be that this was another talented young man who could immediately compose a poem?
" Miss, Miss, look! Mr. Han is going to write an ode!" Xiao Lan 'er clapped her hands and said.
" To be able to compose an impromptu poem, Mister Han is indeed a great talent. I just don't know what he is going to use to compose the poem." Cai Yan nodded her head slightly. She saw Qin Feng standing calmly among the group of scholars. His confidence was quite different, and a trace of infatuation flashed in her eyes. She also felt a little impatient and wanted to hear Qin Feng's poem.
What should I use to compose the poem? Everyone listened attentively.
Han Fei slowly walked to the empty space in the middle and carefully recalled. Han Fei had memorized this poem when he was picking up girls. He had no choice but to memorize this when picking up girls. Girls in university were really difficult to pick up, especially when he had no money. Rich people used their money to pick up girls, so a grassroots student like Han Fei could only use his talent to pick up girls.
After Han Fei thought about it, he had a plan. He turned around and looked behind the maid.
Cai Yan, who was behind the maid, and Han Fei's eyes met, and his heart couldn't help but tremble as a trace of friendship flashed in his eyes.
"Before I went to Luoyang, I went to Luochuan and felt Song Yu's love for the goddess of the King of Chu," Han Fei said with a smile.”
Song Yu discussed the matter of the Chu King's goddess among the scholars.
" Miss, what is Song Yu's relationship with the Chu Goddess?" Xiao Lan 'er asked in confusion.
Cai Yan's face had long turned red from embarrassment. From the eye contact just now plus what Han Fei wanted to express, she already faintly understood Han Fei's meaning. The shy Cai Yan really wanted to leave immediately, but her feet did not listen to her.
Then I'll listen to Mr. Han's specific poem.
"Fleeting like a startled swan, graceful like a swimming dragon, glorious autumn chrysanthemum, luxuriant spring pine. It is like the light clouds covering the moon, floating like the wind returning snow. From a distance, it was as bright as the sun rising in the morning. When you look closely, it is like a lotus emerging from the green waves. It's fine, it's fine, it's short, it's fine."
Han Fei spoke tirelessly, and for a moment, the sound of a pin dropping could be heard in the garden. Xun Yu looked at Han Fei's back, his eyes sparkling. This person knows astronomy and geography. To be able to write such a good Fu, he is really talented.
"Good Fu. This phrase is used beautifully and smoothly. "Good, good." Cai Yong was a master of writing articles, so what was wrong with his praise? When everyone heard this, they were shocked and envious of Han Fei's talent.
Han Fei stood alone in the middle of the crowd. Seeing everyone's amazed expressions, he secretly felt ashamed. He thought to himself, Cao Zhi, you haven't even been born yet, and I've already used your Fu. I'm really sorry. However, it doesn't matter. You didn't manage to woo Sister-in-law Zhen Mi even when you wrote this poem. With this, I will definitely woo your future auntie. If possible, he would go after Luoshen Zhen Mi.
Seeing the expressions on the people's faces, he knew that Cao Zhi's essay, which had been passed down through the ages, was indeed impressive. He was becoming more and more confident.
He didn't forget his other goal either. Naturally, he turned around and smiled at Cai Yan who was behind the maid. He loudly read out,"If the shoulders are cut, the waist is as plain as it is. The neck is long and beautiful, the white and pure are exposed, the fragrance is not added, and the lead is not resisted. Her hair was in a bun, her eyebrows were straight, her red lips were bright, and her white teeth were bright. Bright eyes, good gaze, dimples assist the emperor, beautiful posture, quiet body leisure. Gentle and charming, charming in words. Strange clothes are unprecedented, and the bones are like the picture. Wearing silk clothes, beautiful and beautiful ah, Er Yao Bi Hua Ju. Wearing gold and jade jewelry, decorated with pearls to shine. Walking on the shoes of the far-away traveler, dragging the light skirt of the misty gauze. The fragrance of the orchid is faint, and the steps are hesitant at the corner of the mountain. So he suddenly let go of his body and played with it. On the left is the flag, and on the right is the flag. I'm going to the God Lake to pick the Xuanzhi from the rapids.”
Han Fei looked at Cai Yan's figure and felt that these sentences were also very good for her.
At this moment, Cai Yan's body temperature was about to rise to 39 degrees. With her talent and Han Fei's hint, how could she not know who the person she was chanting was? His shoulders seemed to have been cut, his waist was as white as usual, his hair was in a bun, his eyebrows were straight, his red lips were bright on the outside, and his white teeth were bright on the inside. She really wanted to confirm it, but she felt her entire body heating up. She was at a loss and wanted to leave, but she was also a little reluctant.
At this moment, Han Fei winked at her.
" Ah!" Cai Yan covered her mouth and cried out when she saw it. She thought that Han Fei had seen through her thoughts. Was he talking about me? Perhaps I was thinking too much. When she thought of this, her face turned red with embarrassment. She turned around and left the garden with a fragrant wind.
Hehe, the goal has been reached, no one can escape from my five fingers mountain, including brother Wen Ruo.
Cai Yong looked at his daughter's back as she left. He looked in the direction of Han Fei's gaze and remembered that Han Fei had been teaching his daughter to play the piano for a while. He vaguely felt something.;
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