The Richest Man Yang Fei - Chapter 1869
Chapter 1867 The legend of talented men and beautiful
Yang Fei smiled and said, “In this picture of Tang Bohu’s tiger, there is also a story of a treasure map, right?”
Fu Heng laughed and said: “The boss is joking, how can there be so many treasure maps in this world? If you don’t like it, if you have the time to find those treasure maps that are not true or false, it is better to find a treasure. The tomb comes quickly.”
Yang Fei thought: “Old Fu, you must be proficient in finding dragons and acupuncture points, right?”
Fu Heng waved his hand and said with a smile: “It will be, but this kind of ability is generally not used.”
When Yang Fei saw that he hadn’t said everything, he knew that there was still a chance in this matter.
However, it is impossible for Yang Fei to dig someone else’s tomb for no reason.
If it is to collect antiques, at his current value, buying at auction is the same. After all, digging a person’s grave is a ugly act, and it is disgusting.
Fu Heng said, “There is a story in the picture of Tang Bohu’s tiger.”
Yang Fei said: “I would like to hear the details.”
Fu Heng said, “Tang Bohu was famous all over the world, and it was hard to find a painting. There were wealthy families in the south of the Yangtze River, and I wanted him to paint a picture of Tiger Down the Mountain, and hang it in the middle hall for Feng Shui.”
Yang Fei said, “There is still such a saying?”
Fu Heng said: “Tigers are generally not hanged on by people. If they want to hang up, they must be particular. The rich bid a hundred gold for painting, but Tang Bohu just refused to agree.”
Yang Fei smiled and said: “Tang Bohu has a solid family and is a master who doesn’t lack money. What he wants to paint is based on his temperament, and he will not bend his waist for a hundred gold.”
Fu Heng said, “This is the reason. Tang Bohu is both a literati and an artist, and he is also 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 lady in the family who has good looks and literary talents. She heard that My father wanted to ask for Tang Bohu’s painting, so he pretended to be a man and went to meet Tang Bohu.”
Yang Fei was fascinated, and asked, “What happened later?”
Fu Heng said: “The young lady found Tang Bohu, said she wanted to test her talents with him, and promised a bet. If Tang Bohu wins, she must agree to draw a picture, and the title of the painting is left to the winner. If the lady loses, she will take her own sister. Marry Tang Bohu. How can the young lady have any younger sister? She is actually talking about herself. At that time, Tang Bohu was already married and could only be a concubine. The daughters of large families are generally not concubines, so this young lady dare to bet like this. It’s big, and it’s quite bold.”
Yang Fei said, “What are they betting on?”
Fu Heng said: “Tang Bohu is a talented man from the south of the Yangtze River. He is famous for poetry, calligraphy and painting. Who can compete with him in the world? There are also many people who come to him to compare poetry and painting. He has not tasted yet. There was a defeat. So he let the young lady write the question. The young lady is also a talented woman, who has been reading poetry since she was a child, so she proposed to have a poem right.”
Yang Fei smiled and said, “Tang Bohu’s “Peach Blossom Poem” is the best of the Ming Dynasty. This lady is afraid it will be difficult to beat him.”
Fu Heng said: “Miss made the topic. She said that she has long heard that Tang Bohu can write peach blossom poems. Today we don’t write flowers, only the trees in the mountains.”
Yang Fei said, “Tang Bohu also paints landscapes, and every painting must include poems. He must be good at landscape poems.”
Fu Heng said: “So, no matter what the young lady asks, it is hard to lose the talent of Tang. Tang Bohu immediately said: The water color is bright and the mountains are bright, and the Songyin bamboo shadows are in front of the window. The burning incense is quiet and comfortable. Poetry and books have a quiet bond.”
“Good poem!” Yang Fei exclaimed, “As expected of Tang Bohu! What poem did Miss write?”
Fu Heng said: “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 secluded and there is no place for birds. Although the important task is greater than that, the straight heart will never be bent. No matter if it is not a beam, it is better than an ordinary wood. ”
Yang Fei was stunned, tasting a good poem, and said: “This poem is good! The idea is lofty and the words are exquisite. Even better, there are pictures in the poem, and the character is proud!”
Fu Heng said: “Tang Bohu was unwilling to do so, so he wrote another song: The mountains are secluded and the trees are deep, the birds cry and the flowers fall, and the books are heavy. Pedestrians get lost because of the sound of books.”
Yang Fei said, “This poem is good, with profound artistic conception, not bad!”
Fu Heng said: “The young lady said: The morning is the cloud and the flower, and the evening is the woodsman. Those who send a message to stand up, do not learn from the weak seedlings. There is a wood named Dangui, four o’clock fragrant Fufu. Flower group night Xueming, Ye Jianchunyun green .”
Yang Fei said: “This five rules is so elegant! This young lady is really a talented woman! It’s a pity that I was born at a bad time, otherwise I must see her beautiful face. Is Tang Bohu still right in poetry?”
Fu Heng smiled and said: “Of course you have to be right! What Tang Bohu was right: urge Xi to sit on the piano and write about my life’s heart. This is true throughout his life, and the sound of pine and bamboo is singular.”
Yang Fei said, “This Tang Bohu has moved to feel sorry for the young lady. I suspect that he has already seen through the young lady’s daughter, so he used this poem to provoke her.”
Fu Heng smiled and said: “The boss reads poetry, and he is really superhuman. I didn’t read your mood.”
Yang Fei said haha, “I wonder what poem the young lady has?”
Fu Heng said: “The young lady wrote a long poem: There is a wood named weak willow, and its roots are near Qingchi. The wind and smoke borrow colors, and the rain and dew help Huazi. E’e white snowflakes, curled green silk branches. The shoots hang down. The branches are used as sticks, weak and not self-sustaining. The folding strips are used in the garden, which is soft and crisp. It is not suitable for the tree to play. It is a pity that the golden embankment is a waste of people.”
Yang Fei said, “This poem is well written! It’s so good!”
Fu Heng said: “Tang Bohu also sighs, and he is willing to go down. Please ask the young lady to write the title. The young lady will use the tiger as the title. Tang Bohu painted on the spot, and the painting was completed immediately.”
Yang Fei exclaimed in admiration: “It’s really a good story.”
Fu Heng said: “The young lady got the tiger picture painted by Tang Bohu and went home. But Tang Bohu, a talented son, could not sleep well. On the third day, he inquired that the young lady was going to the house to propose marriage and wanted to marry the younger sister from the young lady’s house. When the local inquired, they knew that there was only one woman in this family, and the young man who fought with him the day before yesterday was the weak willow daughter.”
Yang Fei asked, “Is the lady married to Tang Bohu?”
Fu Heng said: “The young lady was naturally also enamoured of Tang Bohu’s talents, and she married him. A good talk was fulfilled.”
Yang Fei was amazed.
Fu Heng said: “After that young lady married Tang Bohu, she was very much loved. The two got along Qin and Se mingling together, but unfortunately the fate was shallow. Three years later, she died of dystocia.”
Yang Fei smiled bitterly: “Old Fu, what do you tell me about this second half? You don’t know the stories in the fairy tales. You only talk about princes and princesses. From then on, living a happy life will end. Is it? The tragic things that follow have never been talked about.”
Fu Heng laughed with tears.
Yang Fei said, “Old Fu, you have a good memory. You remember this story of Tang Bohu and a few poems.”
Fu Heng said, “I have read countless paintings in my life, and I can never forget the poems I have written on the paintings. This can be regarded as one of my little talents!”
Yang Fei moved his heart, and said in deep thought: “Fu Lao, what is the young lady’s surname? Isn’t it Luo?”
Fu Heng was startled, and said, “Don’t tell me, I haven’t noticed yet. I just remembered that when you mentioned this, the lady was indeed surnamed Luo.”
The two looked at each other and said almost at the same time: “Could it be that the tiger picture is really from the Luo family?”
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