Chapter 2372 The romantic and suave wants to go to the son
"Every Mid-Autumn Festival, the poetry and song performances in Dongtian Paradise are mainly about chanting the moon, and this year is no exception..." Hua Yingrong opened her mouth, then paused and felt that the atmosphere at the scene was a little heated, and she suddenly shouted loudly.
Looking around, he said: "This little girl is honored to host the speech ceremony, and she also wants to leave her name in history.
However, it is a pity that Yingrong has little talent and little knowledge and cannot produce good poems, so she can only look to the talented people from both sides of the Taiwan Strait. If any official can come up with a poem that can shock everyone, then Yingrong can
I also took out a lottery ticket and invited this official to board the boat and swim in the Chaotian River with me..."
As soon as Hua Yingrong finished speaking, exclamations suddenly erupted from the surrounding area, accompanied by many swallowing of saliva.
This meaning is obvious. Whoever can impress her will have the opportunity to be the guest of Hua Yingrong, the top star of the Spring City, tonight.
On both sides of the strait, the crowd on the bridge fell silent after exclaiming. Xiang Que obviously saw that the people around him were frowning and thinking hard. If you are late for this kind of thing, you will be pulled out if you don't do it.
Take the lead.
Xiang Que suddenly smiled. He was in a good mood, but suddenly he had a desire to do evil.
Although I graduated with a small degree, I still know some of the ancient quatrains that are widely circulated in the world.
After all, even if you haven’t recited some of their poems deliberately, it will almost make your ears tingle when you listen to them. It is actually not difficult to recall them, thanks to the masters of the past dynasties.
When it comes to chanting the moon, there is really a poem that can be said to be the best in the world and said to be unprecedented and unparalleled.
When will the Su family's water-melody song "Tou Mingyue" be released? Who will compete with it?
No one can!
With Que's mischievous thoughts in mind, he blinked his witty eyes, squeezed his way to the front of the crowd, and lay down on the railing. He coughed a few times toward the river below, and whistled in a rogue manner.
Since you want to do evil, the best way is to appear on the scene and cut off all other people's thoughts, and then you can hear waves of regrets and chest-beating.
Yes, Xiang Quexin's eyesight was extremely bad at this moment. He didn't want to give anyone a chance and wanted this year's poetry to come to an end before it even started.
Xiang Que, who was lying on the railing, coughed a few times, which naturally attracted the attention of Hua Yingrong below. She asked with moving eyes: "This young master, you have a masterpiece that you can take advantage of?"
Many eyes in front of and behind him fell on Xiang Que. Many people sneered. They didn't know where the fledgling guy came from. He actually wanted to be the first to appear. He wanted to come out on top.
I understand, but I have to say that if you are the first to come out on this occasion, you will usually become the target of others.
"Of course!" Xiang Fang nodded and said, with his hands behind his back, unusually free and easy.
Hua Yingrong stretched out her white arms and said softly: "Master, please"
"It's been a long time since I've pretended to show off. It feels really good to pretend for a while..."
Xiang Que lay lazily on the railing, letting his messy long hair flutter in the wind, and then lowered his voice to make his voice sound more magnetic.
"When will the bright moon come? Ask the sky for wine."
"Huh?" Hua Yingrong was stunned when she heard the first sentence. This opening seemed a bit hasty, but the artistic conception was very obvious.
Some experts in the crowd around him immediately frowned. This sentence is not simple. You can already see the foundation of his skills.
Xiang Que continued to mutter in a low voice: "I wonder what year it is today in the palace in the sky."
"I want to ride the wind back home, but I'm afraid that it's too cold in the beautiful buildings and jade buildings at high places. I dance to clear my shadow, how can I feel like I'm in the human world."
Xiang Que opened his mouth and finished reciting the first half of "When will the moon come out"? Hua Yingrong's eyes moved, and the stunning color in her eyes was very obvious. She even wanted to say something in praise, but she suppressed it.
, as if he was afraid that he would disrupt the other person's thinking.
Xiang Que straightened up, put down his hands and leaned on the railing, looked up at the bright moon in the sky, and said softly: "Turn to the Zhu Pavilion, lower the Qihu, the light will be sleepless. There should be no hatred, why should we be reunited when we say goodbye?"
"People have joys and sorrows, separations and reunions, and the moon waxes and wanes. This has never been the case in ancient times."
Hua Yingrong's eyes seemed to have a layer of mist in an instant, even among the talented people around her who wanted to be jealous, many of them seemed to be struck deep in their hearts by this sentence.
People have joys and sorrows, partings and reunions, and the moon has yin and yang, and yang and waning!
This sentence alone is enough to be passed down through the ages in the future generations of Dongtian Paradise.
Xiang Que took a deep breath and said slowly: "I hope we will live forever and share the beauty of the moon thousands of miles apart..."
Long time, Chanjuan!
When Xiang Que finished his words and did not speak again for a long time, Hua Yingrong was still thinking about the entire poem. There was a loud bang in her head, and the single song was played back and forth in a loop.
After a while, a wailing sound suddenly sounded from all around Chaotian River.
Xiang Que nodded as expected. Sure enough, as soon as he appeared, he brought this year's Mid-Autumn Poetry Fair to an end. Do you still need to question the ability of the Su family?
It's simply too abominable.
After a long time, Hua Yingrong stretched out her hand and said with a slightly trembling voice: "Can you please come over and have a chat with me, how about taking a swim in the Chaotian River with the little girl?"
Xiang Que did it so cruelly. As for his water-melody song Tou Mingyue, Hua Yingrong was sure that there would be no need to compete again in the future. No one could beat this poem.
Xiang Que is not surprised at all. Boss Su's poem has been passed down for many years, who can find any fault with it?
Haha, that would be like living in hell!
The man who was talking to Xiang Que before was dumbfounded. This guy is not the least bit domineering. Why didn't he realize that he had so much money when he was just talking to him? How could he have known this before, so he risked his life and took out a lot of it?
With the money, I can just buy this poem of his.
Xiang Que held the arch bridge with one hand and kicked off his feet. He immediately stood up and floated down from the bridge, then landed on Hua Yingrong's boat.
The sound of regret rang out again, but no one had any extra thoughts about Hua Yingrong's guest.
This group of literati are still relatively strong-willed. If they think they are inferior, then they are inferior. It is useless to argue with them.
It goes as quickly as it comes. This is the thought of most people. This poetry meeting has come to an abrupt end. It really ended before it even started.
Xiang Que licked his lips and said, "Sister...come and meet your Mr. Xiang."