Chapter 1867 The Legend of the Talented Man and the Beautiful Lady

Yang Fei smiled and said: "There is also a treasure map story in this tiger picture of Tang Bohu, right?"

Fu Heng laughed and said: "The boss is joking, how can there be so many treasure maps in this world? To put it bluntly, if you have the time to find those treasure maps that you don't know are true or false, you might as well go to an ancient The tomb comes quickly.”

Yang Fei thought: "Mr. Fu, you must be proficient in the method of finding dragons and tapping their acupoints, right?"

Fu Heng waved his hand and said with a chuckle: "Yes, yes, but this kind of skill is generally not used."

When Yang Fei saw that he didn't finish his words, he knew that there was still a chance in this matter.

However, Yang Fei couldn't dig someone else's grave for no reason.

If it were to collect antiques, with his current worth, it would be the same to buy them at auction. Digging people's graves is, after all, a shameful act and is despised.

Fu Heng said: "There is a story in the tiger picture about Tang Bohu."

Yang Fei said: "I would like to hear the details."

Fu Heng said: "Tang Bohu was famous all over the world at that time, and it was hard to find a painting. There was a wealthy family in the south of the Yangtze River who wanted to ask him to paint a tiger descending from the mountain and hang it in the middle hall to control Feng Shui."

Yang Fei said: "Is there such a thing?"

Fu Heng said: "Generally, people don't hang tigers. If they want to hang them, they must be particular about it. A rich man offered a hundred gold for the painting, but Tang Bohu just refused to agree."

Yang Fei smiled and said: "Tang Bohu's family is well off and he is a man who is not short of money. Whatever paintings he wants to paint, it all comes out of his temper. He will not bend his back for a hundred gold."

Fu Heng said: "This is exactly the reason. Tang Bohu is both a scholar and an artist, and he is the first of the four great talents in the south of the Yangtze River. He also has the ability to be proud. There is a rich girl in the rich family, who is both beautiful and talented. She heard that My father wanted to ask for Tang Bohu’s paintings, so he dressed up as a man and went to meet Tang Bohu.”

Yang Fei was fascinated by what he heard and asked: "What happened next?"

Fu Heng said: "The young lady found Tang Bohu and said she wanted to compete with him in talent, and made a vow. If Tang Bohu wins, he must agree to paint a painting, and the title of the painting will be decided by the winner. If the young lady loses, he will give his sister Marry Tang Bohu. How can the lady have any sisters? She is actually talking about herself. At that time, Tang Bohu had already been married, and she could only be a concubine. Daughters of wealthy families are generally not concubines, so this lady dared to bet like this Big, and quite courageous.”

Yang Fei said: "What are they betting on?"

Fu Heng said: "Tang Bohu is a talented man from Jiangnan.

He is a master of poetry, calligraphy and painting, and he is proud of his reputation. Looking at the whole world, who can compete with him? There are also many people who come to him to compare poems and paintings. He has never suffered a defeat. So he let the lady come up with the questions. The young lady is also a talented woman and has been familiar with poetry since she was a child, so she proposed to compare poems. "

Yang Fei smiled and said: "Tang Bohu's "Peach Blossom Poem" is the best in the Ming Dynasty. I'm afraid this young lady will not be able to beat him."

Fu Heng said: "The lady came up with the topic. She said that I have heard for a long time that Tang Bohu could write peach blossom poems. Today we will not write about flowers, but only the trees in the mountains."

Yang Fei said: "Tang Bohu also painted landscapes, and he would write poems for each painting. He must be good at landscape poetry."

Fu Heng said: "So, no matter what question the lady asks, it will not be difficult for the great talent of the Tang Dynasty. Tang Bohu immediately said: The water color, the mountain, the bright light, the shadow of the pines and bamboos in front of the window. Burning incense, sitting in front of each other, nothing happened, and I Poems and books form a peaceful bond."

"What a poem!" Yang Fei praised, "As expected of Tang Bohu! What poem did Miss write?"

Fu Hengdao: "The poem written by the young lady is: the wind and shadow are as clear as water, and the frosty branches are as cold as jade. The hill is exclusive and secluded, and no ordinary bird is allowed to stay. Although the heavy responsibility is too great, the sincerity will not bend. Even if it is not a beam, it is still better than ordinary wood." "

Yang Fei was startled, then he tasted it carefully and said, "This poem is great! The intention is high and the words are exquisite. What's even better is that there are paintings in the poem, and the character is high!"

Fu Hengdao: "Not to be outdone, Tang Bohu wrote another poem: The mountains are secluded and deep in the vegetation, and the birds are singing and the flowers are falling. The books are heavy. Pedestrians often get lost with their sticks and shoes, and it is not where to find the sound of books."

Yang Fei said: "This poem is good, with profound artistic conception, not bad!"

Fu Hengdao: "My lady said to me: In the morning, I will be the cloud flower, and in the evening, I will be the woodcutter. Those who wish to establish themselves should not imitate the weak seedlings. There is a tree named Dangui, which has a fragrant fragrance at all times. The flowers are bright in the snow at night, and the leaves are green in the spring clouds." .”

Yang Fei said: "This five-note poem is so elegant! This lady is really a talented woman! It's a pity that I was born at the wrong time, otherwise I must see her beauty. Is Tang Bohu still good at poetry?"

Fu Heng said with a smile: "Of course I have to keep doing it! What Tang Bohu was right about is: sitting at the table and playing the piano, writing about my life's feelings. This has been true in my life, and the pine and bamboo have homophonic sounds."

Yang Fei said: "This Tang Bohu feels sympathy for the lady. I suspect that he has seen through the lady's daughter, so he used this poem to seduce her."

Fu Heng smiled and said: "The boss reads poetry, and it's really superhuman. I didn't read your artistic conception."

Yang Fei laughed: "I don't know what poems Miss has?"

Fu Heng said: "Miss wrote a long poem: There is a tree named Weak Willow, which has roots close to the clear pond. The wind and smoke lend color, and the rain and dew help to nourish the flowers. The snowflakes are white in the mountains, and the green silk branches are curling up. The shade gradually becomes denser and shelters itself, and turns higher. The branches hang down on all sides. Cut off branches and use them as sticks, but they are too weak to be self-sustaining. Fold the branches and use them for gardening, which is soft and brittle. It is not suitable to be soft and brittle. It can be played with as a tree, and it depends on the material. It is a pity that the land of golden embankment is just for planting."

Yang Fei said: "This poem is well written! So good!"

Fu Heng said: "Tang Bohu also felt inferior and resigned to being inferior. Please ask the lady to come up with a title for the painting. The lady took tiger as the title. Tang Bohu painted on the spot and completed it immediately."

Yang Fei clicked his tongue and exclaimed: "What a wonderful story."

Fu Heng said: "The young lady got the tiger picture drawn by Tang Bohu and went home. But the talented Tang Bohu couldn't sleep. On the third day, he inquired about the young lady's house and came to propose marriage, hoping to marry the young lady's sister. Here he is. When I inquired locally, I found out that there is only one daughter in this family, and the handsome young master with whom he had a poetry battle the day before yesterday is the weak daughter."

Yang Fei asked: "Did the lady marry Tang Bohu?"

Fu Heng said: "The young lady naturally fell in love with Tang Bohu's talent, so she married him. It was a happy marriage."

Yang Fei was amazed.

Fu Heng said: "After that young lady married Tang Bohu, she was deeply favored. The two got along day and night, playing the piano and the piano together. Unfortunately, their luck was shallow, and she died of dystocia three years later."

Yang Fei smiled bitterly and said: "Mr. Fu, why are you telling me the second half of this? You don't know that fairy tales only talk about princes and princesses, and they will live a happy life from then on, and it will end. Really? I never talk about the tragic things that happened later."

Fu Heng laughed until he burst into tears.

Yang Fei said: "Mr. Fu, you have a very good memory. You remember the story of Tang Bohu and several poems clearly."

Fu Hengdao: "I have read countless paintings in my life, and I can never forget the poems inscribed on the paintings. This can be regarded as a small talent of mine!"

Yang Fei's heart skipped a beat, and he muttered: "Mr. Fu, what's that lady's last name? Isn't it Luo?"

Fu Heng was startled and said, "If you didn't tell me, I haven't paid attention yet. When you mentioned it, I remembered that the lady's surname was indeed Luo."

The two looked at each other and said almost simultaneously: "Could it be that the tiger picture really belongs to the Luo family?"

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