Facing Liang Shanbo's bow, the person who spoke didn't appear from the ox cart.
On the contrary, he said,"In the rain, the rooster crows in one or two houses. The bridge of Zhuxi Village is slanted." The daughter-in-law calls each other to bathe silkworms, and watches the gardenia flowers in the courtyard... This poem seems simple, but it is very eloquent. The scenery is really interesting, but I don't know what the name of this poem is?”
Hearing this, Liang Shanbo thought to himself.
This poem was written by the Tang Dynasty poet Wang Jian.
This person once served as the governor of Ying County, the governor of Taichang Temple, etc. Later, he served as the Sima of Shanzhou and became the king Sima for generations.
Wang Jian was good at writing Yuefu poems and was friendly with Zhang Ji. He was as famous as Zhang Ji in Yuefu poems. People called him Zhang Wang Yuefu.
Although he was not famous in the Tang Dynasty, he wrote more than ten famous articles. When he was in Chang 'an, he had contacts with Zhang Ji, Han Yu, Bai Juyi, Liu Yuxi, Yang Juyuan, etc.
These people were all proud and arrogant. Wang Jian was able to interact with them, so they were naturally famous poets and scholars in the literary world.
However, the person in the carriage was really imposing. Who was he?
He thought in his heart.
Liang Shanpo thought for a moment, then smiled and said,"However, I casually wrote it and didn't name it.”
This sentence seemed to have stunned the people in the car, and they actually fell silent for a moment.
"Young man, you're really talented and extraordinary. I wonder if you can leave behind a calligraphy treasure? Leave this poem behind?"
After a moment, the old man in the carriage spoke.
"You dare to disobey?"
Liang Shanbo chuckled and replied.
But then he looked around and said,"But this brush and ink…"
"No worries!"
"This is a small matter!"
Hearing that Liang Shanbo was willing to leave behind the calligraphy, the old man in the carriage was obviously in a good mood. He said directly,"Men, bring up the brush, ink, paper, and inkstone!"
As soon as he finished speaking.
Liang Shanbo then saw that there were a few servants and maids following behind the ox-cart---but when they were talking earlier, he didn't see any trace of them.
Clearly, the family rules were strict.
At this moment.
These servants and maids first laid a reed mat on the ground, then placed a table, a soft couch, and a brush, ink, paper, and inkstone.
Liang Shanbo saw it clearly.
The table was made of mahogany, and the edges were wrapped with gold. The soft couch was made of top-grade cloud silk brocade, which was soft and airy.
And the brush, ink, paper, and inkstone were of great origins.
It was a wolf brush made of Jian 'an white horse. It was rare to see it unless it was a famous person.
The ink was the best pine smoke ink. After the ink melted, a faint fragrance spread out.
The paper was purple paper made from rattan bark. The quality of the paper was even and smooth, as white as jade, without leaving any ink marks.
The inkstone was a silver inkstone.
It is round and has 12 legs.
This kind of inkstone with many pillars was also known as the Biyong inkstone. It was used by high-ranking officials, nobles, and aristocratic families. It was rare to see it among the common people.
The Four Friends of the Study in front of him could be said to be the best items of this era.
Just these four items were worth ten thousand dollars, enough to feed a family of five for several years.
"Young Master, please."
Just as Liang Shanbo was admiring the brush, ink, paper, and inkstone, the servant had finished grinding the ink. He placed the brush on the brush mountain and cupped his hands towards Liang Shanbo.
Liang Shanbo didn't have the slightest bit of stage fright. He knelt on the table and held the white horse pen.
As soon as the brush came into his hand, he felt his hand sink.
He composed himself and wrote the poem on the paper in one go.
In the end, she left her name behind.
The words he used were naturally the thin gold body that he was most proficient in.
Seeing that Liang Shanbo had finished writing, the servant next to him bowed. Then, he picked up the poem with both hands and sent it into the ox cart.
However, there was no response for a long time.
During the Eastern Jin Dynasty, calligraphy was the pass for people.
I see your face.
If your handwriting was bad, no matter how good your reputation was, people would look down on you when they saw your handwriting.
Although Liang Shanbo was very confident in his skinny golden body, he still felt uneasy when he didn't get a response.
He wasn't perturbed by the old man's attitude. The main thing was that the thin gold body had never appeared in this world. Although it was very popular in the later generations and had lasted for hundreds of years.
But what if the people of this world couldn't appreciate this kind of beauty?
Was the Thin Gold Physique going to be defeated in the East Jin Kingdom?
Just as Liang Shanbo's thoughts were flying around in his head, after an unknown amount of time, a sigh finally came from the carriage.
The old man said," I thought I would only be able to see a wonderful poem today. I didn't expect to see such calligraphy…The poem is wonderful, but the calligraphy is even more wonderful!"”
"May I ask who created this book?”
Hearing this, Liang Shanbo finally relaxed.
He said softly," This is just a student studying the ancient and modern inscriptions. I figured it out myself. It's really difficult for me to enter the hall of elegance. I hope you won't blame me!"”
"Self-created calligraphy?"
Hearing this, the person in the carriage seemed to be quite moved.
After a long time.
He actually walked out of the carriage.
Only now did Liang Shanpo finally see the latter's true appearance.
This person looked to be in his forties, wearing a robe with large sleeves and a golden crown on his head. His sleeves fluttered in the wind, making him look extraordinary.
Especially when his eyes were moving, there was a dignified aura, which was quite extraordinary.
After he got out of the car, another old man got out. He was also handsome and elegant.
However, compared to the former, his figure was slightly thinner.
At this moment, after the two of them got out of the car, they wanted to say something, but when they saw Liang Shanpo's appearance, they were stunned and speechless.
After a long while, he regained his senses and said to Liang Shanbo,"Truly a heroic youth."
"Elder, you flatter me."
Liang Shanbo cupped his hands and said with a smile.
The old man standing in front waved his hand.
He looked at Liang Shanbo and said,"Today, I have received a poem and a book from you. I am very lucky."”
"Since you have given me a book, I have no choice but to express my gratitude…"
As he said this, he looked left and right, as if he couldn't find anything to give. Then, he pulled down the jade pendant hanging on his waist and handed it to Liang Shanbo.
"This…"
Liang Shanbo looked at the jade pendant and hesitated.
The jade pendant hanging on the waist of a scholar was the etiquette of a gentleman, implying that a gentleman was not a vessel.
Therefore, there was a saying that a gentleman would not leave his body without reason.
The jade pendant in front of him was not only exquisite, but it also looked smooth and smooth. It was obvious that the old man liked it and often played with it.
It was the first time they met, so how could Liang Shanbo bring such a jade pendant?
Seemingly seeing Liang Shanbo's hesitation, the old man handed the jade pendant to Liang Shanbo and said,"Keep it well."
"Elder, I dare not refuse!"
The old man had obviously made up his mind, so Liang Shanbo could only accept him.
However…
"This jade pendant is precious and precious. Uncle Shan wouldn't dare to accept it just like that…"
He looked at the mountains and forests carved on the jade pendant. There was thick smoke in the depths of the forest, and nearby, there was a small path into the mountain.
On the path, there was a line of footprints, which seemed to indicate that the pedestrians had entered the mountain.
After thinking for a while, Liang Shanbo walked directly to the soft couch on the table and raised his brush,"I'll leave a poem as a gift!”
After saying that.
He spread out a piece of white paper and picked up his pen. After pondering for a moment, he directly wrote down.
There was no one in the empty mountain, only the sound of people.
Back into the deep forest, and then shine on the moss.
To Liang Shanbo, a friend of Bamboo Bridge.
……
A poem was written.
Put down the pen.
Liang Shanbo cupped his hands towards the old man, then took the jade pendant and hung it on his waist.
When he was writing poems, the old man came over to watch.
Seeing Liang Shanbo finish writing, the old man was stunned at first. Then, he laughed when he saw his actions.
Then, he cupped his hands and boarded the ox cart.
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