Traveling through history leaving a name

Chapter 247
"Yang Sanlang, since you said you have a photographic memory, how can you prove it?" Zhao Kuo asked Zhang Qingfeng.

"The officials can give me a book, and I can memorize the contents of the book just by reading it." Zhang Qingfeng said to Zhao Kuo.

"Now I can't find the book for a while, how can you prove it?" Zhao Kuo shook his head and continued to ask.

The eyes he looked at Zhang Qingfeng were full of jokes. Although the Zhang Qingfeng in front of him looked respectful, he didn't have the fear and sincerity that ordinary people see the emperor.

So Zhao Kuo seemed to be making things difficult for the other party, he wanted to see how Yang Sanlang in front of him would deal with his making things difficult.

At this time, many people around Zhao Kuo also saw that Zhao Kuo deliberately made things difficult for Zhang Qingfeng, and they all showed expressions of watching the show.

"Officials, please give me two days. After I go back, I can draw all the faces I saw today." Zhang Qingfeng said to Zhao Kuo: "I don't know if this can prove that I have a photographic memory. Ability?"

"Haha, you are very witty." Seeing Zhang Qingfeng say this, Zhao Kuo stopped making things difficult for him.

He didn't believe Zhang Qingfeng's claim that he could draw everyone's appearance when he went back.

"Yang Sanlang, let me ask you, how did you write such a masterpiece as Fengshen Yanyi? Is there really a fairy in the world who can move mountains and seas?" Zhao Kuo asked Zhang Qingfeng.

"Going back to the official's house, Fengshen Yanyi is all the nonsense of the grassroots. The grassroots don't know if there are immortals in the world." Zhang Qingfeng said to Zhao Kuo.

"Yang Sanlang, I heard that you wrote three poems in the Lin'an government examination last year and were praised by Mr. Fang Weng. Is this true?" At this time, an official in his fifties asked Zhang Qingfeng.

"Back to my lord, Caomin wrote three poems in the government examination, but he didn't know that he was praised by Mr. Fang Weng." Zhang Qingfeng replied quickly.

Of course, Mr. Fang Weng knew that it was Lu You who was famous in later generations, Wang Shi Bei set the Central Plains Day, and he never forgot to tell Nai Weng about family sacrifices, who doesn't know.

He didn't expect that the three poems he wrote would reach Lu You's hands and be praised by Lu You.

"Han Aiqing, what else is going on?" Zhao Kuo asked the minister beside him in surprise.

"Guanjia, you have read these three poems, that is, the fairy of Linjiang, the rolling water of the Yangtze River in the east, and the family with dry vines, old trees, dark crows, small bridges and flowing water, and the song of Haiyan. It was written by Saburo." The minister known as Han Aiqing said to Zhao Kuo.

"Oh, so it's him!" Zhao Kuo nodded, and then asked Zhang Qingfeng, "Yang Sanlang, is your real name Yang Xin?"

"Back to the official's house, the grassroots is Yang Xin." Hearing Zhao Kuo's words, Zhang Qingfeng immediately nodded and admitted.

"Yang Sanlang, you have such talent, why don't you study hard and take the imperial examination, but do such low-level things?" An old man stood up and asked Zhang Qingfeng accusingly.

The low class he mentioned naturally meant that Zhang Qingfeng performed in Goulan, and the artists in Goulan were classified as low-grade occupations in the society at that time.

The low-level occupations generally include matchmaker, peddler, theft, blowing and beating, circus, back rubbing, pedicure, prostitution, shaving, food delivery, tailor, actress, witch, great god, beater, actor, sugar seller, etc.

Hearing the old man's disgusting question, Zhang Qingfeng said respectfully: "My lord, the imperial examination is like a thousand troops crossing a single-plank bridge. There are so many people participating in the imperial examination every year, but very few of them can finally pass the imperial examination. Your lord, you can pass the imperial examination, so you can see My lord, you are a dragon and a phoenix among people, I am not sure that I can pass the Jinshi examination, so I can only make money to support my family first."

"Huh, I don't want to make progress." The old man snorted and stopped talking.

"Yang Sanlang, this old man is Mr. Fang Weng." At this moment, Zhao Kuo said to Zhang Qingfeng.

"Ah? You are Mr. Fang Weng?" Hearing Zhao Kuo's words, Zhang Qingfeng was shocked, and the way he looked at the old man changed.

Lu You, who doesn't know!A famous patriotic poet in the Southern Song Dynasty, he wrote nearly ten thousand poems in his life, and even after his death, he was still thinking about the Northern Expedition to regain the Central Plains.

A poem to show children, family sacrifices never forget to tell Nai Weng, and it is a swan song through the ages.

According to history, Lu You should be at home now, and he will not be sent to the capital until next year. Why do you see this great god in Lin'an now?
"Mr. Fang Weng, the person I admire the most since I was a child is you, as well as Master Xin Qiji and General Yue Feiyue. I have read many of your poems. I remember deeply your poems about getting on a horse and beating a madman, and getting off your horse. He is a national hero who cares about recovering the Central Plains, which is remarkable."

Zhang Qingfeng said to Lu You with an "excited" expression, "Mr. Fang Weng, I wonder if you can sign me."

Zhang Qingfeng took out a pencil and a small notebook from nowhere, and handed them to Lu You and said.

The pencil is a new pen that he asked his family to make recently, and it has not yet been put on sale.

Zhang Qingfeng mainly used pencils to take shorthand notes.

The small notebook is the notebook he uses to record things. Although he has the ability to remember things with a photograph, recording some things can remind him not to forget to do them.

At this time, he couldn't come up with anything else for someone to sign, so he could only use this instead.

"Signature?" Hearing Zhang Qingfeng's words.Lu You looked bewildered.

He didn't expect that Yang Sanlang's reaction would be so great after hearing that he was Mr. Fang Weng.

Seeing Yang Sanlang looking at him with adoring face, Lu You felt quite good in his heart.

The others were very surprised when they heard Zhang Qingfeng's words. They didn't know what an idol was, but they could also tell that Yang Sanlang in front of him really admired Lu You.

"Sir, I want you to inscribe on it. If you inscribe on it, I can collect it and pass it on to future generations." Zhang Qingfeng said to Lu You.

"Inscription." Hearing Zhang Qingfeng's words, Lu You said to him: "I don't inscribe on people casually. What do you write on it? If it's something that can't be listed in the elegant hall, I don't know how to inscribe it."

Hearing Lu You's words, Zhang Qingfeng thought for a while and said, "Sir, wait for me for a while."

After Zhang Qingfeng finished speaking, he opened the notebook, found a blank page, picked up a pencil, and quickly drew on it.

Seeing Zhang Qingfeng's actions, everyone looked at the notebook curiously.

Zhang Qingfeng quickly stroked the pencil in his hand, and soon, a character image appeared on the paper.

Seeing this scene, everyone who saw it opened their mouths in surprise.

There was a painting in Zhang Qingfeng's notebook, and the person in the painting was exactly what Lu You looked like.

"This... is incredible!"

"Unbelievable, so fast.!"

Seeing that the portraits of the characters on the paper are getting fuller and fuller, and their expressions are extremely agile and lifelike, many people can't help but exclaim in amazement.

At this time, Zhang Qingfeng was quickly sketching Lu You's portrait with a pencil. His hand speed was very fast. In just a few minutes, Lu You's appearance was already vivid on the paper.

Not to mention other people, even Lu You couldn't help being amazed when he saw his own portrait.

If you use one word to describe it, this portrait is like a mirror, it is so lifelike.

The most important thing is that such a lifelike painting was drawn by a young man with just a cup of tea under the eyes of everyone.

"Sir, please write an inscription for the boy!" After finishing the painting, Zhang Qingfeng handed the paper and pen to Lu You again and said.

(End of this chapter)