My surname is Wang, my neighbor Wu Dalang

Chapter 130 Want all five?

A maidservant in Tsing Yi displayed a picture of a spring outing in the mountains, and turned her head to look at Princess Qi.

This is what Han Yan did.

The original plan was that the maidservant would show this painting to Wang Lin. No matter how well Wang Lin wrote the poem, as long as it was acceptable, Han Jiayan and his wife would go along with the flow and betroth their granddaughter Han Yan to Wang Lin.

The marriage of children depends on the orders of parents and the words of matchmakers. As long as Princess Qi nods, Han Yan's personal opinion is not important.

This is the idea of ​​Princess Qi.

Han Jiayan's branch has been "out of reach", and the achievements of his children and grandchildren are not obvious. In stark contrast, Han Zhongyan's descendants are rising like the sun, and gradually have the posture of catching up from behind. Forced by helplessness, they can only marry princes Lin, a powerful minister with a bright future, wants to boost the power of his own line, so as not to let the power of the Han family fall by the wayside.

But Wang Lin...

Princess Qi was very anxious, and just about to speak a few words of persuasion, she suddenly saw Wang Lin standing up and entering the arena.

Zhang Shuye woke up with a start, since Wang Lin came today, he would definitely not be hypocritical, he had to make a marriage before Zhao Ji bestowed the marriage, and Zhao Ji's thoughts were rejected.

But since he wants to marry and has chosen the Han family, he must marry the most prestigious daughter of the Han family.

Otherwise what's the point?

He was hesitant just now, but the Han family actually produced five paintings. It seems that the five girls of the Han family are going to choose husbands, and they are all anonymous. Who knows what the identity of the owner of the painting is in the Han family.

Just in case, let's ask questions.

Wang Lin immediately walked to the first picture of a spring outing in the mountains.

The picture is simple and clear.

There are mountains, forests, lakes, and tourists, and a wooden bridge spans the east and west.

The mountain wind blows, the willows turn green, and the drizzle is misty.

With just a glance, he immediately picked up his pen and wrote: a short canopy was tied in the shade of the ancient wood, and a bamboo stick helped me cross the east of the bridge.The rain of apricot blossoms wets the clothes, and the wind of willows blows the face.

He was extremely fast, and immediately came to the second painting, a bustling street scene in Tokyo during the rainy day.

At this time, Su Dan was carefully looking at the picture, considering how to fit the topic and the scene, so as to live up to the girl behind the painting.

Wang Lin was also polite, and pushed Su Dan aside.

After that, he also looked at it a little bit, and then wrote an inscription: The taste of the world is as thin as gauze, who will ride a horse to Jinghua.The small building listens to the spring rain all night, and the deep alley sells apricot blossoms in the Ming Dynasty.The low paper runs obliquely to make grass, and the clear window plays with fine milk to share tea.Don't sigh in plain clothes, it's still possible to get home until Qingming.

Su Dan was about to have a fit, but saw that Wang Lin had finished the question and walked away.

When he took a closer look, he was first attracted by the thin gold body of Wang Lin and Zhao Ji, and then savored the artistic conception carefully, he couldn't help but be dazed.

Good poetry, good words!
The third painting is a picture of willows by the lake.

Wang Lin took a deep breath and didn't hesitate. Anyway, he was copying poems, so he simply copied it heartily: Shengri is looking for Fangbian waterfront, and the boundless scenery is new for a while.When you know the Dongfeng side in a leisurely way, it is always spring when it is full of purples and reds.

Can the poems of Zhu Xi, a great Confucian in the Southern Song Dynasty, be worse?

The fourth piece is a picture of looking for spring, a landscape painting.

Wang Lin pondered for a while, and ignored Fan Zhichong's face turning green, and wrote with a brush: Xiu Zhu Cui Luo Han, late in the world.There is no one in the quiet path, and there are countless people who know this hatred.Only a total of plum blossom language, lazy to follow the hairspring.Deliberately looking for spring but not willing to smell the fragrance, there is no place to find the fragrance.

In the last painting, it is the simplest picture of plum blossoms.

It can be seen that the owner of the painting has immature brushwork and is purely a copy, so he should not be very old.

Wang Lin hesitated a little, but still gritted his teeth, and inscribed Xin Qiji's last song about plum blossoms:

Sparse and indifferent, asking who is comparable to the color of innocence.Laughing and killing Dongjun is false, how many Zhu Zhu are in vain.The snow is gentle, and the waterside is bright and beautiful, without borrowing the strength of spring labor.The bones are fragrant and tender, quite heavenly and wonderful; taste the treasures and the coldness, and the people in the window sleep, and the jade fibers are lightly picked.Wandering in the sky and thin, still has the standard of the past.Thousands of miles of wind and smoke, a river of frost and moon, I am not afraid of deceiving him.It's better to go back, Langyuan has a personal memory.

When Wang Lin finished writing, Fan Zhichong and the others were stunned on the spot, and the guests and friends present were also stunned.

Zhewen Guixin said: Is this Wang Lin too greedy to monopolize the five girls of the Han family?Is it too domineering?
Wang Lin calmed down and walked back without changing his face.

Now that he has reached his level, there is no need to put on a show in front of these Tokyo dignitaries and celebrities. In fact, he rarely copies poems to show off after crossing, and basically hates participating in various cultural banquets.

But Zhang Shuye's words made him suddenly wake up.

If I don't show off my talent and learn more, and quickly get some famous names in literature, I am afraid that people in the world will regard him as a general who only knows how to fight and kill, or even a ruthless butcher.

This is not conducive to his future development.

So today I will copy ruthlessly.

Han Jiayan smiled wryly, and ordered the maid to bring over the five paintings written by Wang Lin.

In the back hall, the five daughters Han Yan, Han Qin, Han Xiu, Han Lin, and Han Pinger couldn't help frowning when they saw Wang Lin like this, feeling disgusted in their hearts.

There is no gentlemanly style of humility.

Especially Han Ping'er has always admired Fan Zhichong, seeing that Wang Lin took the lead in inscribing his painting, Fan Zhichong had no chance at all, and couldn't help but sigh quietly: "Sisters, this Young Master Wang relies on power and is so domineering. Don't give Mr. Fan and them a chance, it's just that I don't know what to say."

Han Qin's eyes flickered.

The Han family has strict upbringing, no matter how dissatisfied they are, they will not utter bad words.

Han Xiu looked at Han Yan and said, "Yan'er, your picture of a spring outing in the mountains has also been graffitied, it's really a waste of all your hard work."

Han Yan smiled softly and said softly: "It's okay, it's just a painting, if you can see a person clearly through a painting, it's worth it."

Han Qin interjected: "I think this Young Master Wang is mighty and domineering, which is quite suitable for his title of subduing the tiger. People say that he is the reincarnation of the overlord, and the martial arts star in the sky. Such a person is a hero, and some... It is also human."

Han Xiu pouted: "It seems that sister Qin wants to marry him, but I don't know if the princess's grandmother will decide for you."

Han Qin's delicate face suddenly passed a trace of haze.

At this moment, the girls heard Han Jiayan shout: "Good poetry, good poetry!"

"My Yan'er's picture of a spring outing in the mountains and Wang Shaoshi's poem really complement each other, a match made in heaven!"

The voice of Princess Qi came: "A short canopy is tied in the shade of the ancient wood, and a bamboo stick helps me cross the east of the bridge. The rain of apricot blossoms makes my clothes wet, but the wind of willows does not blow my face. What a rain of apricot blossoms that makes my clothes wet, blowing The face is not cold, Yang Liufeng! It really highlights the essence of Yan'er's painting!"

Han Yan was taken aback when she heard the words, and immediately bowed her head and groaned.

At this time, Zhe Wengui's voice was heard: "I have long heard that Wang Shaoshi has a thin golden body, and he has won the official biography. Seeing him today, he really deserves his reputation!"

Before the words were finished, Han Ke's voice also came: "The sixth uncle, the princess's great-uncle, and sister Qin'er's picture of willows and willows by the lake, the inscription by Wang Shaoshi is also really wonderful. Spring."

Han Ke grinned.

Han Jiayan's complexion changed, but Princess Qi said with a half-smile: "Ke'er, you can take a look at it. Master Wang wrote these five poems in one go today. Which one is not a masterpiece of amazing talent?"

Han Ke's complexion tightened, he bowed his head and did not dare to say any more.

How scheming is this old princess and grandmother, whoever dares to obstruct what she wants to do will kill herself.

……

Zhang Shuye and others tasted them one by one, and they were full of praise.

Even Zhang Shuye never imagined that Wang Lin was so talented, Cao Zhi wrote a poem in seven steps, and Wang Lin wrote five masterpieces in more than ten steps.

Zhang Shuye stroked his beard and laughed.

From today onwards, Wang Lin's world-shocking literary name will definitely be spread throughout Tokyo, and it is not in vain for him to persuade Wang Lin to come to Han's house for this trip.

Su Dan and Fan Zhichong were dejected, they sat in the banquet without saying a word, both of them were disheartened.

One of them was born after Su Shi, and the other was born after Fan Zhongyan. They came from well-known families and had a long history of education. How could they fail to appreciate the level of Wang Lin's five poems.It's no better than the ancestors.

Although they were unwilling, they had to be convinced.

Wang Lin achieved his goal today, so he stood up and said goodbye.

Just as Zhang Shuye was about to get up and catch up, Princess Qi laughed lightly and said: "Mr. Zhang, please show respect!"

Zhang Shuye bowed and said, "Your Highness!"

"Zhang Taiwei and Wang Shaoshi are good friends. I am very happy about today's incident. It is really a blessing from the official family that I, Song Dynasty, can get this great talent. I heard that Wang Shaoshi is not yet married. I intend to marry my granddaughter Han Yan." Give it to him, I wonder if the Taiwei can make a peace out of it?"

Zhang Shuye laughed loudly: "I sincerely wish you! Your Highness, I will fulfill my mission!"

Zhang Shuye strongly supported Wang Lin's marriage with the Han family.

The Han family had endless glory in the Great Song Dynasty, and had unparalleled influence among the scholar-official class. If Wang Lin could have the Han family as the backing support, the court would have a foundation that no one could shake.At least, many of the newly promoted people in the official family are former students of the Han family.

And since they want to get married, of course it's best to be a prostitute.

Only in this way can the Han family be firmly tied to Wang Lin's side.

As for the Zhu family's daughter, Uncle Zhang advised Zhao Huan this morning that the relationship between the monarch and his ministers should not be tainted with relatives, otherwise, sooner or later, it will be a matter of official talk. up.

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Han Yan didn't belong to her mind, so she paid homage to her grandmother.

Wang Lin's poems inscribed on her paintings are truly stunning, and she has also savored the other four poems carefully, all of which are excellent.

This directly overturned her original impression of Wang Lin.

This general of the Song Dynasty was better at writing poems and lyrics than scholars...Anyway, she is known as the crown of talented women in Tokyo, and Xiao Yi'an is not as good as her.

Princess Qi smiled gently, "Yan'er, come to grandmother. What do you think of Wang Lin's talents?"

Han Yan was silent for a while, then smiled softly: "The talent is no less than that of Bachelor Su back then."

No one can shake Su Shi's position in the literary world of the Song Dynasty, so the evaluation is quite high.

Princess Qi smiled: "Then what does he look like?"

Han Yan's pretty face flushed: "It's pretty good, but I don't know what kind of character it is."

"He killed six thieves to fight traitors for the Song Dynasty, spared his life to save the officials and the crown prince, and recommended Zhang Shuye, Lu Yihao, Li Gang, Wu Min and other gentlemen into the court. Tell me, how bad is his character? "

Han Yan lowered her head: "Granddaughter but grandma decides."

Princess Qi laughed heartily: "Okay. Yan'er, you are the daughter of the Han family, the darling of the palace. Although Wang Lin came from a humble background, he is now in a high position. When he was just crowned, he already took over the land of the six states." , control tens of thousands of soldiers and horses, with brilliant literary talent and superb martial arts, in the future when His Highness the Crown Prince ascends the throne, even the Prime Minister and General Chao Gang can look forward to it, such a good son-in-law is worthy of you."

"If you marry Wang Lin, our branch will be in charge of the Han family for decades."

(End of this chapter)