Changle listened to this poem, looked at Qin Wenyuan, and said with a smile: "Husband, I didn't expect that there are people holding a poetry meeting here."
Qin Wenyuan didn't expect that he would encounter people writing poems when he went boating, but just looking at the boat over there was bright enough, and he saw that he was a kid from a rich family, so it was natural that the people inside were writing poems.
I just don’t know how it compares to myself.
At this moment, these scholars were leisurely and elegantly composing poems. Qin Wenyuan looked at the boatman and said, "Boatman, please row slower."
"I understand, guest." The boatman said respectfully.
Qin Wenyuan looked at Changle and said, "Madam, if you have nothing to do, why don't we listen to the poems written by these scholars together."
Changle smiled and said: "Okay, but husband, I think their poems are definitely not as good as yours."
Although Changle said he was not good at learning poetry, he could still understand the quality of the poetry.
At this moment, she listened to some bad verses being read out, looked at Qin Wenyuan, and said with a slight smile: "Husband, when you listen to these verses, it's really better to guess the riddles of the lantern riddles."
Qin Wenyuan listened to Chang Le's words and said with a smile: "Look, aren't you laughing at others?"
Changle smiled sheepishly and said, "Husband, you said this. I don't mean to make fun of others at all. At my level, I can't make fun of others."
"But since they dare to recite the poems, I guess they have confidence in themselves. It's not too much for others to comment on them after hearing it, right?"
Qin Wenyuan looked at his wife's dexterity and felt helpless, so he had no choice but to say: "Of course what the wife said is right."
Changle looked at her husband's helpless expression and smiled secretly. She really liked Qin Wenyuan's doting on her, and she looked helpless no matter what.
On the other side, Li Zian, who had reached the boat, kept thinking about it, while Qin Wenyuan and Chang Le on the other side started to comment.
After Li Zian on the other side finished reading, he would also look at everyone and ask everyone to indicate whether they supported the person who wrote the poem.
Li Zian looked at the people who raised their hands, counted the number of people, and then wrote the numbers under the poem.
In this way, you won't forget it, and you can choose the one who wins the first place faster.
Li Zian picked up the last verse and read it to everyone.
When Jiang Tai heard the first line, he knew it was his own poem, and he began to look forward to it.
Among so many poems, not all people have raised their hands to express their approval.
After Li Zian read the poems, he felt that this poem was the best among all the poems.
He looked at the name written at the bottom of the paper. It was obviously Jiang Tai, whom he was optimistic about, and Li Zian was also somewhat satisfied.
He raised his head and looked at everyone and said: "Everyone, I have finished reading this poem. Does anyone of you approve of this poem?"
The voice fell.
Everyone raised their hands and felt that this poem was the best among them.
Li Zian smiled, looked at everyone and said, "Well, I have finished reading the poem, and now the top name has been followed by everyone's evaluation. The top name is Mr. Jiang Taijiang."
At this time, Qin Wenyuan and Chang Le on the other side also finished listening to this poem.
Changle looked at Qin Wenyuan, recalled the previous poems, and thought about the poems that his husband had given to him before, and couldn't help but said: "Husband, only this one of these poems seems to be good, but compared with you, it is not the best."
There’s a huge difference.”
When Qin Wenyuan heard Chang Le's compliment, he smiled and said, "In Madam's eyes, am I just that good?"
Changle listened to Qin Wenyuan's words and said with a serious look: "In my heart, your husband is naturally the best. Let's not talk about other things. Just this poem, I think what your husband writes about love is absolutely outstanding.
No worse than them."
After listening to Chang Le's words, Qin Wenyuan scratched the tip of Chang Le's nose, looked at Chang Le, and said: "My husband is so powerful in your eyes, so naturally he will show it off to his wife and the scholars in the end."
After hearing Qin Wenyuan's words, Changle began to look forward to it in his heart.
On the other boat, everyone listened to Li Zian's words and all said to Jiang Tai: "Master Jiang is really talented, and his writing and calligraphy are all excellent. We are really willing to be inferior!"
"Yes, the poem is clever, not to mention Mr. Jiang is the first one to submit the poem."
"Yes, to be able to write such good poems in such a short time seems to be due to Brother Jiang Tai's profound writing skills."
"Brother Jiang Tai has written such a good book, it will surely be remembered for centuries and his name will be passed down through the ages."
Although there are some elements of praise in these words, Jiang Tai was the one who wrote the best among everyone present.
However, at this time, Jiang Tai was also praised by everyone and felt a little elated, and he felt very proud in his heart.
On the other side, Chang Le looked at the boat opposite. The group of people were talking about something, and laughter came from time to time. Seeing this, he also finished reading.
Changle looked at this scene and immediately turned to look at Qin Wenyuan and said: "Husband, look, they have finished reading. Come on, write a poem now and let them take a good look at your strength!"
Chang Le said with some excitement, after all, she also wanted to see if Qin Wenyuan could write a poem in a short time?
Qin Wenyuan looked at the excited Chang Le, smiled impatiently, and said, "Madam, I will compose a poem right now. Otherwise, if these people leave, they won't be able to hear me."
Changle nodded and then looked at the boat over there.
Jiang Tai looked at everyone and thought about how to praise himself. After all, in his heart, the poem he composed was also wonderful.
Just when Jiang Tai was about to boast a few words, a voice came from the lake.
"Scholars opposite, how about you listen to the poems I composed?"
Hearing this sound, the scholars turned their heads and looked in the direction of the sound.
Jiang Tai was also quite dissatisfied. He was about to boast, but was interrupted.
Jiang Tai followed the crowd and looked at him with an unhappy expression.
Li Zian has been paying attention to Jiang Tai. Seeing Jiang Tai's unwilling expression, his good impression of Jiang Tai has also diminished.
However, Li Zian quickly turned his head and looked over, fearing that this person was also here to cause trouble, otherwise he would not have said this in such a loud tone.
Changle was surprised when he saw that his husband had thought up the poem in just a short time, and he also wanted to know what kind of poem his husband could write.
Thinking of this, she felt faintly excited and looked at Qin Wenyuan expectantly.
At this moment, Qin Wenyuan said slowly: "Slender clouds make tricks, flying stars spread hatred. Silver and Han are far away in darkness, and when the golden wind and jade dew meet, they defeat countless animals in the world. Tenderness is like water, good times are like dreams, and I can't bear to look at the magpie bridge and return.
Road, if our love lasts for a long time, how can we stay together day and night?"
As soon as this poem came out, the whole audience was stunned!!
While everyone was listening to the poem, they looked over and found that the person speaking was Qin Wenyuan.
Next to this man was a woman with an expectant look on her face, presumably the poet's wife.
Changle looked at everyone's looks and smiled friendly.
The scholars were all surprised when they saw Changle's appearance for the first time. Who would have thought that this woman was not only extremely beautiful, but also had such a gentle and virtuous manner.
Some of them reacted quickly and immediately lowered their heads and saluted Chang Le and Qin Wenyuan, as if they thought the couple had extraordinary backgrounds.
The rest of the people also came to their senses and bowed their heads in salute.
Changle looked a little shy when he saw everyone's reactions.
Qin Wenyuan hugged Chang Le close to him as if he was declaring his sovereignty.
Changle was very happy when he saw Qin Wenyuan's appearance.
Li Zian kept chanting Qin Wenyuan's poems in his heart, and smiled and said to Qin Wenyuan on the other side: "It is said that Lord Qin is the most intelligent among all the top scholars in the Tang Dynasty. When I saw him today, he was indeed extraordinary.
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What!
Lord Qin??
His surname is Qin, and he is also a lord?
Could it be... could it be the one in the rumors??
The pupils of all the scholars suddenly shrank, thinking of the world-famous Qin Wenyuan, and their hearts were extremely shocked.
At the same time, Qin Wenyuan listened to Li Zian's words, smiled and said, "Thank you for the compliment, brother."
Li Zian shook his head with a smile, looked at Qin Wenyuan and said, "Master Qin, can I tell you my opinion on this poem?"
Qin Wenyuan nodded. He was still a little surprised in his heart. After all, he was ashamed to say that this poem was a poem he borrowed from Qin Guan of the Song Dynasty.
However, this Li Zian can express some opinions, and it seems that he has some ink in his belly.
After thinking for a moment, Li Zian said: "The first line of Lord Qin's poem expresses the love between the Weaver Girl and the Cowherd. This poem also uses the story of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl to praise the sincere feelings."
"If the last two feelings lasted for a long time, how could they last day and night? This not only illustrates the low-wall model of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl, but also illuminates Lord Qin's concept of love."
"Today is the Qiao Qiao Festival again, and the word "hidden crossing" refers to the meaning of the Qiao Qiao Festival, but at the same time it is closely related to the word hate, because the pain of lovesickness is unbearable for ordinary people."
After Li Zian said this, he smiled and said, "Master Qin, I don't know if my opinion is correct, but I can only think of this."
Qin Wenyuan smiled. He did not expect that Li Zian had such an opinion on this poem. He immediately smiled and said, "This brother's opinion is very correct."
When Li Zian heard Qin Wenyuan's words, his heart jumped with joy, and the excitement between his brows could not be concealed.
After all, Qin Wenyuan, for them to be able to tell such a loss, must be a well-read poetry and talented person.
Coupled with the title of being the most powerful scholar in the history, Qin Wenyuan can be said to be the representative of the literati in Chang'an City.
To be recognized by such a person, I am naturally very excited.
The other scholars all said that if their love lasted for a long time, how could they stay together day and night? They all lamented the power of Qin Wenyuan's poems.
After listening to Li Zian's opinions and the poems Qin Wenyuan said, Jiang Tai felt convinced even if he was not convinced. Compared with following this poem, he was like mud on the ground!
His mood was like a roller coaster, going up and down, but now it was better and it had nothing to do with him.
You can’t afford to offend the person opposite you!
Changle looked at Qin Wenyuan and said, "Husband, let's go. I think it's getting late."
After she said this, she yawned. Qin Wenyuan nodded and immediately ordered the boatman to turn around and leave.
On the boat on the other side, after watching Qin Wenyuan leave, those people began to talk about Qin Wenyuan's poems.
Li Zian turned around and looked at Jiang Tai beside him, and felt that Jiang Tai was absent-minded.
He didn't say anything more, just walked to the side and sat, sipping tea.
Qin Wenyuan and Chang Le arrived at the door of the Qin Mansion. Qin Wenyuan looked at his wife Chang Le sleeping in the carriage, gently picked up Chang Le and walked towards the door.
Finally, Qin Wenyuan came to the room with Chang Le in his arms. When Xiaolin saw it, she walked in with water as quietly as possible.
When Qin Wenyuan helped Changle take off her shoes and socks and put them on the bed, Changle seemed to wake up. She rubbed her eyes, sat up and watched everything.
Qin Wenyuan looked at Changle and said worriedly: "Madam, did I wake you up?"
Changle shook his head and stood up. After washing, they both lay on the bed. Changle turned his head and looked at Qin Wenyuan and said softly: "Husband, you are so kind to me."
Qin Wenyuan smiled and said, "If I don't treat you well, who will I treat you with?"
Changle felt helpless after hearing Qin Wenyuan's words, and crawled into Qin Wenyuan's arms.
Qin Wenyuan looked at Chang Le's appearance, smiled, and said, "Okay, it's getting late, let's go to bed early."
Changle nodded and watched Qin Wenyuan close his eyes, and then the sound of slight breathing came. She looked at Qin Wenyuan with eyes full of emotion, as if she was dreaming this night.
However, her heart was also full of satisfaction.
In the end, Changle couldn't hold on anymore, his eyelids opened and closed, and finally closed.
On the eve of the sun, Qin Wenyuan's poems spread all over Chang'an City, and the shopkeeper who used to sell lanterns also spread the idea of guessing lantern riddles.
No, everyone in the market was talking about this matter.
"Have you heard? Yesterday, during the Qiao Qiao Festival, Lord Qin, the number one scholar, composed a poem, which is so called unique!"
"Oh?? What kind of poem is that? Come on, come on! Tell it and listen!"
"Hiss! I don't remember clearly either. I only remember the last two lines of the poem, which is about how if two feelings last forever, how can they be together day and night?"
"This poem, I heard them say, seems to have been written by Lord Qin to describe the relationship between the Weaver Girl and the Cowherd."