Northern Song Dynasty Justice

Chapter 93

decadent!

Abandoned!

Depressed!
Ma Xiaoyi slumped on the chair, he had nothing to love in his life.

Those who supported Cao Dongdong before were also silenced.

Wendou?

Aren't you using your own weaknesses to attack the other's strengths?

Fighting is their home!

The morale of the relatives' party and the yamen's party suddenly fell to the bottom.

It's over!It's over!Zhang Fei saw their mournful expressions, and knew what was going on, he was looking at the widow on the stage with longing, thinking, beauty!We are so destined!
Looking at Cao Dongdong again, he cursed in his heart, you idiot!
Cao Dongdong also realized that he had made an unforgivable mistake. If he didn't play well, everyone would betray him. Just when he didn't know what to do, he suddenly saw Zhang Fei glaring at him, and he had an idea, he laughed and said, "What are you doing, Wen?" Dou is Wendou, we have Zhang San here, why be afraid?"

As soon as these words came out, Zhang Fei immediately became the focus of the audience.

Ma Xiaoyi suddenly regained his energy, "Third brother, can you still recite poems?"

"I."

"Does it need to be said, Zhang San is in the courtroom, so he won't rely on literary combat, could it be that he relied on martial arts?"

Cao Dongdong spoke first.

Zhang Fei said: "Wait a minute, I am...!"

Cao Dongdong said in a low voice: "Zhang San, this yamen has paid so much money to help you snatch the widow, don't you even want to spend such a little effort?"

My legs have been bound, my waist is already in court, and my tongue has been warmed up, but this is not for writing lyrics!Zhang Fei wanted to cry but said without tears: "It's not!"

As soon as the words were out of his mouth, Han Pan and Fu Zhishuang had already arrived at their table.

"As long as Su Wener's pen and Zhang San just open their mouths, there are hundreds of pens. Today, I, Han, really want to learn."

Han Pan cupped his hands slightly.

Ma Xiaoyi said: "Third brother, let them see your ability."

"Wonderful! Wonderful! Today I also want to see Zhang Sanlang's methods."

"That's right! Zhang Sanlang, show us your hand."

No matter which side it is, they all started booing.

After all, Zhang Fei is the topic of the year, especially his mouth, which made countless officials helpless.

But litigation is not the mainstream after all, and poetry and poetry are the favorites of literati.

This is what is considered true.

Those who only litigate belong to the lower class.

Cao Dongdong tilted his head, "Go!"

fuck your sister!Zhang Fei waited for him angrily, thinking to himself, no wonder those male trolls who write on the Internet copy poems to pretend to be coercive, so they are all coerced!But after all, it is not real material, so don't draw a tiger to be an anti-dog.

Let him go to court and fight until the end of time, he is not in vain!
But let him recite poems to make right, it's not that he doesn't remember, it's just that it's not his own, the key point is that we don't have the temperament!
But looking at the widow, Zhang Fei felt that he had to give it a go anyway, changing a poem for a beauty, how could this business be done!
He pondered for a while, then stood up suddenly, scorned Han Pan and said, "How are you going to play?"

Seeing that Zhang Fei really followed, Ma Xiaoyi was very excited, nudged Cao Dongdong with his elbow, and said with a smile: "My brother is still smart, this time there will be a good show."

Cao Dongdong hehe said: "That's needless to say."

If he loses, it has nothing to do with him, he is not in vain in bidding!
Seeing Zhang Fei's arrogance, Han Pan was very upset. You, a man with a pen, dare to be arrogant in front of my son, "You say so."

Zhang Fei pretended to ponder, and said: "Today we want to be beauties, so how about we write a poem with the heart of beauties?"

Han Pan asked in surprise, "The heart of a beauty?"

Zhang Fei nodded and said, "That's right! The title is this beauty. Let's write a poem based on her thoughts, and see who can make the lyrics more feminine."

"Wonderful! Wonderful!"

Suddenly I heard a crisp voice coming from the second floor, "Wonderful! Wonderful! Sanlang's method is really wonderful."

Everyone looked up, and the speaker was the singing girl named Cai Shi, and there were many singing girls standing on the second and third floors, all looking forward to it.

Seems to be very interested in this gameplay.

Not only them, but the rest of the young masters also applauded, and Ma Xiaoyi even squatted on the chair, "It's really interesting to write female lyrics."

Han Pan looked at Zhang Fei suspiciously, shook his head and said: "I have never composed lyrics like this, and I am not very good at it. If you can do it well and win the applause of all the ladies, then you will be considered a winner."

Although these singing girls are far less talented than Li Qingzhao, they have been mixed in the ocean of poetry all year round, and their appreciation ability is first-class.

If they all applaud, it is definitely a good song.

And it is absolutely fair for them to judge femininity.

"It's a word."

After Zhang Fei finished speaking, he walked towards the widow on the stage.

The widow had been standing on the stage in a daze, seemingly preoccupied, completely unaware of their quarrel, when Zhang Fei came to her, "I don't know the name of the lady."

"what!"

The widow took a small step back in fright.

Zhang Fei was stunned for a moment, was he so scary, so he asked again: "I don't know the lady's name?"

The widow saw that Zhang Fei was harmless, so she bowed and replied: "As for your Excellency, my concubine's family name is high, and my humble name is Wen Yin."

"Gao Wenyin."

Zhang Fei read it again in a low voice, and said again: "I heard that your husband just passed away for some reason, I wonder if it is?"

A look of sadness flashed in Gao Wenyin's eyes, and she nodded slightly.

Zhang Fei said again: "The lady must miss her husband very much, right?"

A mist gathered in Gao Wenyin's apricot eyes, and she nodded again.

Fu in the audience shouted bluntly: "Don't you want to compose lyrics? Why are you asking these questions?"

Zhang Fei laughed and said, "If I don't know his life experience, how can I write lyrics with his heart? Do you think my words are reasonable?"

"Very reasonable!"

Cao Dongdong responded immediately.

When he said this, Han Pan was relieved, and temporarily based on the woman's experience, he composed another poem with a woman.

The difficulty can be imagined.

He didn't believe that Zhang San still had this method.

Zhang Fei looked at Gao Wenyin again, and after a while, suddenly said: "The mist is thick and the clouds are sorrowful forever."

There was a sudden silence in the hall.

Han Pan frowned, thinking, this man is really talented!
This first sentence is not a quatrain, but the current weather and Gao Wenyin's demeanor are perfectly integrated, and the description is vivid and vivid.

I heard Zhang Fei chanting again: "Rui brain sells gold beasts. It's the Double Ninth Festival, and the jade pillow is in the gauze kitchen. It's cool in the middle of the night."

The singing girls upstairs chanted along, nodding their heads in joy and looking at Zhang Fei expectantly.

Even the widow Gao Wenyin couldn't help raising her head silently.

Ma Xiaoyi's appreciation level is not high, so he asked Fu Shichun, "Brother Chun, what do you think?"

Fu Shichun shook his head in surprise and said, "I didn't expect Zhang San to have such a talent, it's really a shame!"

Fu Zhishuang frowned and said, "It's the Double Ninth Festival again?"

Over there, Zhang Fei suddenly picked up a glass of wine from the nearby table, and said: "After Dongli poured the wine at dusk, there was a dark fragrance filling his sleeves. He couldn't help but be fascinated, the curtain was blowing in the west wind, and he was thinner than Huang Hua."

Gao Wenyin stared at Zhang Fei in a daze, as if she didn't realize that a tear slid down her face, leaving a deep tear trail.

"Absolutely!"

Fu Shichun applauded immediately.

"it is good!"

At the same time, the singing girls on the stage applauded.

"I can't help but lose my soul, the curtain is rolling in the west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers! Wonderful! Wonderful! I've waited for this trip to be worthwhile!"

"What a person is thinner than Huang Hua! Dang Fu Da Bai! Haha!"

But when Zhang Fei recited the last three lines, the whole hall erupted, and those gifted scholars and beauties cheered or drank, all of them were amazed.

Fan Zheng suddenly looked at his father, "Is he really just a man of the pen?"

Fan Yong shook his head blankly.

"Wait!"

Hearing a shout suddenly, interrupted the applause of the crowd, but Na Fu stood up straightforwardly, "You obviously heard that."

Zhang Fei didn't change his face: "What do you think Fu Gongzi said?"

Fu Zhishuang said: "The Double Ninth Festival is another festive season. Now the Double Ninth Festival has passed long ago. It's approaching New Year's Eve. Also, it's warm and cold, and the wind blows from the west. This means autumn, but now it's winter."

As soon as these words came out, many people immediately showed suspicion.

They were amazed just now, and they didn't have a detailed taste for a while, but now that they listen to it, they feel that it makes sense, and the context of the words does not match this scene!

Zhang Fei smiled and said, "That's right, I imagined this all, is there a problem?"

As he said, he spread his hands, "This scene is a mess. What is the artistic conception? It doesn't match the thoughts of this lady Gao. Instead of beautifying the scene, it is better to use imagination. Therefore, I am based on This Mrs. Gao's mind is thinking of a picture of a wife who misses her deceased husband at home, isn't that okay?"

Many people nodded.

Now this scene, full of wine and meat, jealousy and smog, has nothing to do with the realm of longing, and it is difficult for people to associate it.

Strong words and reasoning are Zhang Fei's strengths, and he is not false at all.

Fu Zhishuang sneered, "Your reason is not convincing enough."

He really didn't believe it, it was definitely copied.

"Well!"

Zhang Fei proudly said: "I'll just give you a convincing reason. Counting from today, I'll give you ten years of life. You can search for it all over the world. When it comes to similar words, whoever gets the words that can crush me?" The first song, and it is more feminine than mine, I will repay it with ten thousand pens."

Speaking of this, he smiled disdainfully: "You can listen to it? Where can you listen to it? You teach me!"

You said I copied it?
The question is who copied it?

Rather, a character came out.

He couldn't help copying Li Qingzhao's Ci, including Domineering, but Li Qingzhao's "Ci Lun" has become popular in the Northern Song Dynasty literary circles, such as Ouyang Xiu, Su Shi, Liu Yong, Wang Anshi, Qin Guan, and so on.

You must know that she is still a woman, and how many people can compare with her domineering arrogance that looks down on the world's poets.

Uh, ahem, of course, there are still people who can compare.

After all, there is no first text.

And Wenquxing in the Northern Song Dynasty can really shine a dog's eyes.

Therefore, Zhang Fei also set up a few soft conditions, just in case, combined with similar words, femininity, he does not believe that anyone's words can crush this song.

The only thing that can defeat magic is magic, but the problem is that Li Qingzhao was not born yet.

"Okay! Third brother, that's really good!"

Ma Xiaoyi excitedly jumped onto the table, "Anyone who can compare with my third brother, you can stand up and compare. If you can't compare, please don't make a sound."

This kid is afraid that the world will not be chaotic.

At this time, a son suddenly shouted: "Look, Mrs. Gao is crying."

Gao Wenyin suddenly came to her senses, she quickly lowered her head, and wiped away the tears on her face with a silk handkerchief.

This tear stain is undoubtedly the best sentence.

Cheers broke out again upstairs and downstairs.

If there is no talent, how can there be such arrogance.

Everyone believed it.

Although Han Pan was dissatisfied, he said before that as long as he won the approval of the singing girls, he would admit defeat, and immediately bowed his hands, "Congratulations, brother Zhang, for embracing a beautiful woman."

Zhang Fei clapped his hands back and said, "Concession! Concession!"

"Won!"

Cao Dongdong immediately raised his arms and said, "We won! Haha! You are no match for Wendou now, so go back to study early! Hahaha!"

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(End of this chapter)