Su Wen bowed to all parties and expressed his gratitude for everyone's support.
Under the guidance of Ye Qiniang, Su Wen sat in the middle seat of the banquet. On the left were Xu Xuanbao and several literary figures, and on the right were the three oirans who won tonight, Xia Gui and Ye Qiniang. They could only sit in the bottom. First time accompanying.
However, worldly dignitaries such as Xiong Qiong, Yan Shiliu and Ji Fu could not even get a central seat and could only accompany them at the side tables.
The dignitaries didn't care at all. This was the rule of the Banquet with Painted Walls in the Flag Pavilion. Status was only secondary. Talent was the only thing that was truly valued. The event had been like this for hundreds of years. It had long been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, and no one would feel that they were being discriminated against. Neglect.
After the guests were seated, Ye Qiniang made a speech on behalf of Wanyun Tower, thanking all the guests present for their support. She was eloquent and well-mannered. After her words, all the guests felt very comfortable.
Su Wen listened to the speech and looked around quietly. If he guessed correctly, the best place for the people behind the scenes to do something was here. Although the guests had been screened, there were still more than a hundred people here in the end. In addition, next to the boat , there are dozens of painted boats that are also banqueting guests, but those boats are filled with oirans who failed to enter the winning round. They thank the sponsors at the banquet. The scale is slightly smaller, but the advantage is that the atmosphere is lively and there are not many rules.
After three rounds of drinking, the atmosphere on the main banquet painting boat gradually became lively. The oiran next to Su Wen was Hua Qianxun, the number one painter. He toasted with Su Wen and said: "Congratulations to Su Ci Zong for being the number one painting brush. I'd like to give you a drink." .”
Su Wen smiled slightly, said modest words, and also congratulated Hua Qianxun for winning the title of Oiran.
Seeing Su Wen's gentle attitude, the two oirans next to him also put aside their reserve and raised their glasses to toast Su Wen. However, after the oirans toasted Su Wen, they also quickly toasted to Xu Xuanbao and his party, favoring one over the other. This is not allowed. Although Su Wen made a toast He became famous, but in the next few decades, the literary world will still be controlled by a group of big guys like Xu Xuanbao. If he offends them, maybe after tonight, the popular courtesans may be left out in the cold.
After the oirans stood up and toasted to the guests around them, they quickly returned to Su Wen. Hua Qianxun was the first to speak: "Master Su, I heard Master Ye mention it before, will you give a poem to the slave family?"
"There is such a thing."
Su Wen smiled and said, "I wonder what words you want, or what content you want?"
Hearing this, Hua Qianxun's eyes lit up.
"The slave family once read "The Peach Blossom Collection" and loved Master Su's poems very much. However, the master did not seem to include peach blossoms in the lyrics. The slave family was bold and asked the master to write a poem that could contain the word "peach blossom" but was not related to peach blossoms. Little words?”
"Hua Qianxun..."
Hearing this, Xu Xuanbao looked a little unhappy.
Naturally, he could see that the oiran was deliberately making things difficult for Su Wen, but his words and demeanor were extremely low, which made it difficult for Su Wen to refuse.
"Master Xu..." Hua Qianxun smiled at Yan Yan, as if she couldn't hear the displeasure in Xu Xuanbao's words. She turned around and said to Su Wenmei: "Su Ci Zong, if you are in trouble..."
"Paper and pen."
Su Wen nodded to Xu Xuanbao and said with a smile: "A beauty's request cannot always be refused. I will try my best."
The maid next to her quickly brought pen and paper. When everyone saw Su Wen starting to write lyrics in front of everyone, they stopped making noise and looked at the surrounding screen walls.
Only a small group of guests could witness Su Wen's inscriptions and poems, but guests at the surrounding banquet could see Su Wen's poems in real time through the screen wall.
"The slave family invites the Su family to have another drink."
Su Wen did not refuse, took the wine glass, and drank the wine in the luminous glass in one gulp.
Hua Qianxun unfolded the rice paper. Su Wen glanced at Hua Qianxun and made eye contact with Su Wen. Hua Qianxun was slightly shocked and lowered her head.
"Partridge Sky".
"The colorful sleeves held the jade bell diligently. Back then, I was so drunk that I was so beautiful."
A line of smooth and elegant words jumps out from the page.
Hua Qianxun stretched out her hand to cover Tao Ying's little mouth, filled with surprise. Su Wen's talent was undeniable, but it only took dozens of breaths from the time she made the request to the time Su Wen started writing. If it were her, she wouldn't even have returned the manuscript. It was not formed, but Su Wen had already put pen to paper.
What's even more frightening is that Hua Qianxun clearly felt that the moment Su Wen wrote the name of Ci Pai, he felt that the literary spirit was permeating the air. When he thought about it, the literary spirit had already pervaded the first sentence.
"Dancing low to the moon in the heart of the willow lake, singing to the bottom of the peach blossom fan." [Note]
In a moment, Su Wen finished writing the above paragraph.
"good!"
After seeing this half of the poem, the guests all clapped and applauded.
Su Wen actually embedded the word "peach blossom" into the poem in such a way that even Hua Qianxun, who made the request, had to secretly applaud.
Peach blossoms are in poetry, but they have nothing to do with peach blossoms.
Hua Qianxun sensed a different meaning from this poem.
Su Wen wrote about meeting the singer, but in fact, it was the first time for the two of them to meet.
Thinking of this, Hua Qianxun sighed secretly: "This poem was not really written for me."
However, she soon saw that Su Wen had almost no sentences, so she wrote the rest of the poem: "After seeing each other again, I remember meeting you again. I share my dreams with you several times. I have only a few silver photos left tonight, and I am afraid that we will meet again." In a dream.”
"Peng..."
With a soft sound, a cool literary energy fell from the sky and fell on Su Wen and Hua Qianxun.
Seeing the lingering literary aura on her body, Hua Qianxun was startled at first, but then she realized something and suddenly regretted it.
The general idea of the whole poem is, of course, that the poet met a singer from the old days and sang with her, expressing his feelings of reunion after a long separation.
But when this poem was applied to her, Su Wen was saying the opposite, you little bitch is not kind. After tonight, we are just passers-by, and you will never see me again in this life.
"good!"
After a brief silence, the guests in the boat cheered loudly.
There is no need for them to comment and appreciate it. The drop in literary style is enough to confirm that this is a masterpiece that will be passed down from generation to generation.
Being able to see Su Wen writing a work that will be handed down from generation to generation at the scene made many guests feel that the trip was indeed worthwhile.
The guests who had previously criticized Su Wen changed their attitude at this time. They felt that Su Wen was recognized by Xu Xuanbao, Lu Chen and Yan Jiu'an tonight. He was indeed outstanding and well deserved. This rising star in the literary world had already deeply impressed the three of them. Only a great master would be willing to step down and make way for a worthy person, thus achieving a good story.
"Thank you, Grandmaster Su, for your gift of poetry and calligraphy."
Hua Qianxun said with mist in her eyes.
"Xue Hongyu is brave enough to ask the young master to give you poetry and calligraphy."
Hua Qianxun put away Su Wen's handwriting, and Xue Hongyu saluted and spoke softly to Su Wen.
Xue Hongyu was originally from Daliang, and when she spoke to Su Wen, her tone was cordial, and she even boldly called Su Wen "young master" instead of grandmaster, which made Su Wen feel much more relaxed.
To be honest, he really doesn't dare to take the title of Grandmaster.
"Miss Xue, do you have any requirements for poetry?"
Su Wen asked as usual.
"Young master writes about peach blossoms, concubines and beautiful women. If you are willing, master, can you also write a poem for the slave family with peach blossoms as the head?"
Seeing that Su Wen easily wrote a poem with the word peach blossom, Xue Hongyu understood in her heart that Su Wen was actually very familiar with this subject matter, and as long as it was related to peach blossom, it would basically not be a problem for him.
Xue Hongyu didn’t want to embarrass Su Wen. As an oiran from the Daliang Kingdom, offending the new star in the literary world of the Daliang Dynasty would be self-destructive. If she could help Su Wen here, a smart person like Su Wen would definitely be there in the future.
In return, not to mention other help, it only takes a year and a half to help her write a new song, which can help her maintain her fame for a long time.
"This request is not difficult."
Su Wen laughed again and said lightly: "I just wrote the song "Partridge Sky", now let's write another song "Picking Mulberries".
Su Wen made a decision in his heart and wrote: "The peach blossom died of shame and was grateful to the east wind for blowing away its delicate red color and flying into the window to accompany Chao Nong."
Xue Hongyu was stunned when she saw the word "peach blossom" at the beginning of the poem. She thought she had some understanding of Su Wen's talent, and she would feel comfortable writing about peach blossoms, but she didn't expect that Su Wen could write so easily.
She still underestimated Su Wen’s talent!
Seeing that the literary spirit had declined again, the guests were no longer as surprised as before and had become accustomed to it. Instead, they carefully appreciated the poems written by Su Wen.
This is the fourth poem Su Wen wrote tonight.
Although the literary spirit it evokes is not as much as the first two poems, the literary spirit evoked by this new poem is comparable to that of the song "Partridge Sky" just now.
"There is another poetry master in the literary world..."
"What a pity, you are not from Yan country..."
"Jingchu is an important place for poetry, and there must be a new person like this. I leave my words here, and we will verify it the next time we paint the walls in the flag pavilion! If you don't believe it, you can bet a thousand gold with me!"
In the noisy discussion among the guests, Su Wen had already written the next sentence: "Whoever pities the hard-working Dongyang thin is also because of the languid spring, not as good as the hibiscus, and the tranquility is thicker in the cold place."
"good!"
The guests were filled with thunderous applause.
The guests understood the line at the bottom of the poem "Not as good as hibiscus, but a quiet feeling is thicker in the cold place" to mean that although Xue Hongyu lost to Hua Qianxun in the oiran competition, she also had her own advantages and was not inferior to Hua Qianxun.
Su Wen just nodded and expressed his gratitude to the guests.
He doesn't know anyone, don't force it too far, this is the original meaning of the poem, he just didn't change it.
"Two songs...what will Jiang Meiren ask for?"
The guests are looking forward to it.
"Grandmaster Su..."
At this time, Jiang Meiren approached Su Wen, her voice soft to the bone: "The slave family has only one request..."
But when Su Wen leaned closer and listened accurately, he saw Jiang Meiren flip her palm, a short knife flashing with cold light, and stabbed Su Wen in the heart!
"I want! You! Go! Die!"
Jiang Meiren's voice suddenly rose in pitch and was extremely shrill.
"Be bold!"
Everyone around Su Wen felt unbelievable when they saw this scene.
【Note】The original word "hu" should be the word "lou".
ps: I waited in line for nucleic acid testing for three hours today. I’m too tired. I’ll have to replenish it tomorrow.