Cui Shi said in astonishment, "Reciting poems is a matter of elegance. How can you say it's boring?"
Yang Fan smiled faintly and directly exposed their intentions, "Using elegant things to do inelegant things and showing off your abilities by writing poems? There's no harm in showing off your abilities, but you people have studied the classics since you were young and have been immersed in the way of poetry for a long time. You know that I, Yang Fan, can't possibly be more accomplished than you, so you want to refute me and vent Lu Binzhi's anger. Don't you find this kind of tactic boring? "
The exchange here immediately attracted the attention of a group of people sitting idly and chatting in a small pavilion. As the saying goes, birds of a feather flock together. The people sitting in that pavilion were the scions of the Guanlong Corporation, but Dugu Yu wasn't among them. Despite his young age, Dugu Yu was the lord of a clan. Therefore, he was accompanying those old fellows in the back residence.
The scions of the Guanlong aristocracy weren't unfamiliar with these scions of the Shandong landowning families, but they didn't recognize Yang Fan. Their curiosity was immediately piqued when they saw these scions of the Shandong landowning families surrounding a young man they didn't know at all. They didn't know who this person was, but he actually refused to get up from his seat despite the Shandong landowning families taking the initiative to curry favor. Thus, they all walked over.
As soon as these people gathered around, the scions of the aristocratic families sitting and chatting nearby also followed out of curiosity.
The Wei Clan of Jingzhao, the Pei Clan of Hedong, the Liu Clan of Hedong, the Xue Clan of Hedong, the Yang Clan of Hongnong, the Du Clan of Jingzhao, and the Xiao Clan of Lanling, which was originally one of the four major overseas Chinese surnames of the Eastern Jin and Southern Dynasties and had now integrated into the Guanlong Corporation and become an important member …
In a moment, the scions of the Shandong and Guanlong aristocratic families were all gathered here.
Cui Shi revealed an embarrassed expression after his intentions were exposed by Yang Fan. He forced a smile to hide his embarrassment and said, "Yang Langzhong is overthinking. We only want to recite poems and answer your questions to relieve our boredom. As for Lu Binzhi … heh heh, the Lu family is the Lu family, and we are us. Why would we stand up for someone else?"
Yang Fan snickered and continued Cui Shi's words, "I, the Yang, have a great appetite for wine. I don't need boring things like poems to liven things up with wine. If you really want to answer with a poem, there are many refined people here. There's no need for me to answer."
Zheng Yu was displeased and said, "How is poetry and songs considered boring?"
Dozens of disciples of aristocratic families surrounded him. Yang Fan sat there carelessly, without any awareness of getting up. He just smiled and shook his head, "Cangjie created words to record things. Later generations evolved and created poems to express their emotions. However, words were limited, so how could they express the creation of heaven and earth? In this kind of situation, one should be complacent and forget one's words. Putting it into words is already falling behind. Isn't it boring? "
These disciples of aristocratic families usually had nothing to do, so they specialized in studying poems and were conceited about their attainments. They expected that it would be difficult for Yang Fan to defeat them. Now that they saw Yang Fan's clever refusal, they were even more certain that he was afraid. Cui Shi laughed, "Brother Yang's words are wrong. Poems are elegant and used to express emotions. How can you say that it is falling behind? I, Cui Shi, have once written a poem about peonies: 'The beauty of a country is different. There are many kinds of peonies. After admiring them, I am frivolous with thousands of flowers! 'Brother Yang, do you think that using this poem about peonies will bring out the best in each other and increase the interest? "
Yang Fan shook his head and said, "The peonies are colorful and there are many varieties. Some are like lotus, some are like phoenix, some have dense and towering petals like a crown, some are white on the outside and red on the inside, gradually evolving like snow reflecting the morning glow. The beauty is indescribable. Brother Cui Shi's poem, I have only heard of its nobility and cannot think of anything else. If you are talking about nobility, hehe, who doesn't know that peonies are rich and noble? This is superfluous! "
Cui Shi was very proud of this poem but was criticized by Yang Fan to be worthless. His expression changed.
Wang Siyuan could not help but step forward and said, "Brother Yang is talented. How about listening to my poem about pomegranates?" He did not wait for Yang Fan's reply and continued, "The cicada's whistle in the autumn clouds, the locust leaves are all together, the pomegranate's fragrance is low in the courtyard. The flowing clouds are dyed purple poppies, the yellow wax paper buds are red. The jade carved ice bottle is wet with dew, the stains seem to carry Xiang 'e's tears. Xiao Niang's first marriage is sweet and sour, chewing thousands of water drops. "
Although they were good at poetry, it was difficult for them to have Cao Zijian's ability to compose a poem in seven steps. These poems were all old works, carefully chosen and revised repeatedly. It could be considered a good piece of work.
Yang Fan still shook his head, "Not good! If I have the time to appreciate this poem, I might as well see the pomegranate flower and taste the pomegranate seed. It's sweet and sour, it's delicious! "
Wang Siyuan's face darkened. He flicked his sleeves and said, "Just a commoner!"
Behind the crowd, Li Mubai and Miss Ning Ke had already walked over and were standing there listening. Hearing Yang Fan's words, Ning Ke could not help but secretly cover her mouth. Li Mubai stroked his beard and looked at Yang Fan, frowning inadvertently.
Yingyang Zheng Yu had a square face and a square temperament. He did not reject Yang Fan, but when he saw Yang Fan's disdain for poetry, he was not convinced. He stepped forward and said, "I have a poem about bamboo, Brother Yang, please have a look!"
"Thick green and sparse stems surround the Xiang River, the spring wind pulls out the dragon's tail. The color embraces the frost and pink light, the branches support the Shu brocade and the red clouds rise. The sound of knocking is not vulgar, the forest is full of wind and swords and spears are horizontal. The black marks cannot be washed away by the bitter rain, still carrying the blood of Xiang 'e's tears. The slender branches sweep the autumn moon, the shadow passes through the forest like snow. Today I am ashamed of Ziyou's heart, I love this gentleman's name. "
"Good poem! Good poem! "
"His words are magnificent, and his ambitions are noble!"
"Artistic conception … artistic conception is fascinating!"
Before Yang Fan said anything, the people around him began to sing. It seemed that these people were also afraid that Yang Fan would continue to belittle him, so they first created a momentum for Zheng Yu.
Yang Fan looked at Zheng Yu and said with a smile, "Brother Zheng, how long did it take you to write this poem?"
Zheng Yu was stunned. He had never met anyone who asked him this question. But Zheng Yu's temperament was upright, he would answer any question asked, and he did not want to lie. After thinking for a while, he honestly said, "I used less than an hour to write this poem and wrote the first seven lines. Afterwards, I deliberated over each word and changed a few words, but I did not feel anything for the last few lines. Until one day, when I came back after drinking, I walked alone in the bamboo forest under the moonlight, and suddenly realized something. When I went home, I finished the whole poem in one go. Hmm, it took a total of ten days. "
Yang Fan shook his head and said regretfully, "You are born into a noble family of the Zheng family, so you are naturally superior to others. If you spent ten days doing things, who knows how many things you could have done for the benefit of the country, the people, and the family. But you did not think of progress, and wasted your good time on these small things. It really is a pity!"
Zheng Yu did not think that he would put on the face of an elder and arrogantly lecture him. He couldn't help but be dumbfounded, and for a moment he could not say anything.
Cui Ye said, "Nonsense! The 'Book of History' says that poets express their aspirations. Poetry is pure and beautiful, and is close to human nature. If you do not learn poetry, you cannot stand. If you do not know etiquette, you are at a loss for what to do. Confucius said, to stand at thirty means to understand the Book of Poetry, only then can you stand. If you do not learn poetry, how can you say that? "
Yang Fan said disdainfully, "That's just bullsh * t!"
Cui Ye was stunned and angry, and said, "You … you are a high official of the court, how can you be so rude, so impudent!"
Yang Fan said, "You said that if you do not learn poetry, you have nothing to say. Isn't that what I said? You gave a long speech, and I only replied with two words, 'bullsh * t!' Is it you who does not speak, or me who does not speak? "
Yang Fan slowly stood up, and said, "Poetry can cultivate one's mind, refine one's language, and can also help one's interest in traveling, drinking, and having fun. Its use is only so-so, and in governing the country and the people of the world, it is not the least bit helpful. You all come from aristocratic families, if you have aspirations for the world, if you have a heart for the people, who knows how many more things you can do compared to others. It's a pity that you all have wasted your good time in babbling. "
Yang Fan looked at them with disdain, and said, "When you all chew on words, do you know how many great things Yang has done for the court, for the country, for the people of the world? Not to mention the officials of the court, even the elders in charge of the aristocratic families like you all, who would spend all day moaning about nothing? "
Yang Fan looked up to the sky and laughed, and said, "A real man either dominates the battlefield, or governs and weaves politics. Poetry is an insignificant path, it is a pastime for us scholars to govern the world, to establish our lives, and to achieve the goals of the people. Qin Huang and Han Wu, who established their country with poetry? Fang Mou and Du Duan, who established their achievements with poetry? If there is poetry, then there is, if there is none, then there is no harm. If there is no poetry, then there is no standing. If there is no poetry, then there is no speech? Ha ha, what a big bullsh * t, it's not as good as a mouthful of cured meat, a mouthful of steamed bun! "
Yang Fan laughed and was about to leave, but Wang Siyuan's face turned red, and he said, "You are not allowed to leave, you … you are insulting the refined, you …"
"Wang Er, you're in the wrong here. It was you all who insisted on dragging Yang Langzhong to comment on poetry, so Yang Langzhong can express his own opinion. Although Yang Langzhong's words are a bit crude, I think they are very reasonable. How is it an insult to the refined? "The person who spoke was in his early twenties, tall, and tall, but he was Liu Yanzhi of the Liu family of Hedong. He had been laughing at the children of the Shandong clans, and now that he saw Wang Siyuan not letting go of Yang Fan, he spoke up for Yang Fan.
Liu Yanzhi's sister, Liu Yiyi, stood to the side and said with a smile, "That's right, I also think that a real man should either render meritorious service on the battlefield, or help the country's politics. The path of poetry is an elegant hobby, but there is nothing wrong with it. To show off too much, to the point of putting most of one's energy into it, that is giving up the big for the small."
"That's right, that's right, Yang Langzhong is right, Brother Liu and Miss Yiyi are right!" The Wei family of Jingzhao, the Pei family of Hedong, the Liu family of Hedong, the Xue family of Hedong, the Yang family of Hongnong, the Du family of Jingzhao, and the Xiao family of Lanling all supported Yang Fan.
The aristocratic families of Shandong, represented by the Wang, Cui, Lu, Li, and Zheng families, were friends with the Zou, Lu, Qi, and Wei families, and had been taught by Great Duke Tang. They also had the legacy of Zhou and Kong, and advocated Confucianism. They had always considered themselves to be pure and upright, so naturally, they were the most outstanding in education.
The aristocratic families of Guanlong were in a dangerous position, and from the end of the Western Jin Dynasty until the beginning of the Tang Dynasty, wars broke out, and warlords divided their territories. In order to survive, these aristocratic families rarely practiced Confucianism, and only respected martial arts.
In addition, from the Northern Wei Dynasty until the beginning of the Tang Dynasty, a large number of Hu people entered the country, including Li Tang's royal family and a portion of the aristocratic families of Guanlong Group. Therefore, although the descendants of the aristocratic families of Guanlong Group had been educated since they were young, and their attainments in poetry were not shallow, their overall level was inferior to the aristocratic families of Shandong.
The art of poetry was not their best skill, and on top of that, they advocated martial arts. Their views on poetry were the same as Yang Fan's, and they competed with the aristocratic families of Shandong openly and secretly. At this time, it would be strange if they didn't stand on Yang Fan's side and watch the fun of the aristocratic families of Shandong.
As soon as these people joined the battle, it became a war of words between the descendants of the aristocratic families of Guanlong and the aristocratic families of Shandong. Both sides were pointing fingers and arguing with each other, arguing until their faces were red and necks were thick. The only difference was that one side was cursing 'Tian Shenu, poor Cuoda', and the other side was cursing 'Son of a b * tch, inhuman'. Fighting for the 'Dao', all the so-called elegance was swept away.
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