The Dragon Palace is continuous, with twists and turns of terraces and corridors, light blue water and sky, and the slightest autumn wind blowing through it. This coolness of autumn makes the palace even more pleasant.
All the scribes sat steadily and concentrated on composing. Half an hour passed in the blink of an eye. At this time, all the scribes in the palace were confident and gradually put down their writing.
Lord Long, who was in charge of the palace, had deep eyes as he scanned the room. He suddenly saw a trace of white air on the case, gathering prosperous cultural affairs, and couldn't help but smile on his face.
But Ye Qing was in the corner of the hall, writing word by word without any distractions.
But I heard Long Jun announce: "Junyan, who has finished writing, please collect the papers first and give him a new seat."
Listening to the order, Dragon Girl shuttled past, carefully took away the poems on the case, and presented them to Lord Long one by one.
Although it was not stated clearly, it was a kind of urging. Some of the scholars who were still writing began to sweat on their foreheads, and some even turned red. Some of the scholars who had finished their works shook their heads when they tasted the wine, secretly laughing at the popularity.
In the entire hall, which was originally empty and silent, the sounds of human voices gradually began to be heard.
Ye Qing still finished the sentence and stopped writing.
The dragon girl retracted her observation of the other scholars and leaned slightly to look at it. There was only one sentence on the paper: "Land the plum stone to the east to see the peace!"
Shocked for a moment, only one sentence!
She took a deep breath to calm down the anger in her heart, thought for a while, and asked in a low voice: "Hey... scholar, you didn't do it on purpose, did you?"
It was rare that he changed his title, his voice was soft and there was a hint of urgency.
She could feel the special and concerned gazes of the nearby "palace maids", especially in front of a scholar named Xu Fan. A beauty was looking over with a smile, which made her feel secretly annoyed.
"If this person messes up and becomes a laughing stock, even I will be embarrassed in front of my father, and my sisters will make fun of him in front of my mother and concubine after the banquet."
"Why did I choose him?"
Just as I was thinking about it, I heard the man sitting in the seat say without raising his head: "Well, I did do it on purpose!"
As he spoke, Ye Qing's face was frowning and he was thinking hard, and his hand was heavy with the pen. He finally no longer had "nothing else to focus on", but with this calm tone, he became even more weird.
The dragon girl's eyes flashed slightly, and she gritted her teeth in shame and hatred. She held a pearl in her sleeve with her jade hand, and had the urge to drag the hateful scholar to the lake and beat him up.
But on this solemn occasion, she could only take another deep breath and pray softly in a low voice: "Please write faster, or I will be laughed to death by my sisters... Can I admit defeat?"
"No... I'm just meditating on my composition, don't disturb me!" Ye Qing smiled secretly and glanced around the hall, seeing everyone handing in their papers one after another. He raised his pen and wrote another word on the paper - "water"!
The dragon girl's hands were trembling in her sleeves, she wished she could hit him to death with a ball: "Forget it, ignore it, the teasing will be cancelled... See how I deal with you!"
Although she wanted to calm down her mood, seeing Ye Qing's "serious and focused" look, she felt angry the next moment.
Gradually, more and more papers were handed in in the palace, the palace ladies shuttled around like butterflies, and the scholars arranged their manners, trying their best to maintain their dignity no matter how good or bad they performed, sipping wine, looking at the seats in the palace, thinking about how to communicate later, and showing their best.
one side.
"Everything is well written...Oh, have you all finished?" Lord Long's voice came from the palace.
The Dragon Girl, who was gnashing her teeth, was startled. She came to her senses, ignored her anger, and quickly looked away. She saw a large blank on the scroll, with only three sentences: To the east is the plum stone, so as to see the peace, how can the water be sluggish?
Seeing that Ye Qing was "not distracted", he laughed angrily and had no choice but to reply: "Your Majesty, there is a guest who has not yet finished his work!"
"Oh..." Long Jun thought it was someone Ka Wen, which was not surprising. He smiled and looked at the corner, but was startled: "How could it be him?"
At this time, all eyes were focused on Ye Qing. Writing poems does take time. Everyone here is very clever and quick. It is rare to write so slowly. They all thought to themselves: "It's just a slow writing and thinking. Don't be fooled by others. This will be a disgrace."
Already."
However, there are always people who are impatient, feel that their writing is not very good, and feel uncomfortable in their hearts. At this time, they will sneer at it: "I'm afraid it's just nonsense."
As soon as he said this, everyone looked at him sideways. This man was very regretful. He knew that he was ugly in front of everyone, and he almost wanted to hide his face with his sleeves.
But Ye Qing slowly put down a stroke and said lightly: "Isn't it known that a scholar's pen is heavier than iron?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the whole audience was in an uproar.
One scholar said: "Who are you? How dare you lie like this!"
"This is over." The second person found that this was a good target for attack!
"Arrogant!"
"Rotten wood cannot be carved..."
However, more scholars remained reserved and silent, just sneered and looked at Ye Qing, waiting to see the joke.
Is this Dragon Palace Banquet a good match?
If you dare to gather literature, you must be mentally prepared for every flaw in poetry and prose to be magnified.
Lord Long leaned forward and smiled too, but he was the owner, so he just smiled and continued to wait.
Some scholars were in an uproar for a while, but when they saw Ye Qing, they just ignored him, and Lord Long did not express his position. The scholars gradually calmed down and no longer acted rudely.
I saw the Mingming Palace, bright lights, the dragon king above, and the beauty beside it.
For a while, the exchange of words seemed polite and courteous, but in fact it was an open and covert attack. Inside, there were more than a dozen scholars with light blue invitations, all of whom were outstanding. They often talked with each other because of their literary talent, their knowledge, or their momentum.
Sometimes people are speechless, or even feel ashamed.
It only took a moment for each of them to stand out and form a local advantage. When they looked at each other, they all knew that they were strong enemies. They had a tacit understanding and there was no conflict for the time being. They only laughed and chatted with the people around them, adjusting the topic to make it beneficial to themselves.
, and brewing silently, waiting for the other party to make a mistake.
During this period, no one paid attention to Ye Qing, but when they saw that Ye Qing was still solemnly hesitant in writing, he was speechless.
"Grandstanding! It's nothing to worry about!" After several times of attention, everyone sneered. However, out of precaution and urging, gradually, the literary spirit gathered and a tacit understanding moved over, forming pressure.
"Thousands of people have pointed out that they will end without any illness." The bad auras of the visitors gathered together, and the standing dragon girl frowned slightly and glanced at these scholars.
There was also a scholar among them, who cast his gaze from time to time, and at this time, he kneaded the magic formula with his hand, guided the literary energy, and formed the Taoist spiritual pressure.
Not long after, slight sweat broke out on Ye Qing's forehead, but his eyes were fixed and he held his pen motionless, just thinking about the unknown.
"Humph, you are really suicidal. Just your literary talent is enough. Do you really think that your father doesn't know this?" The dragon girl glared at this scholar fiercely, then looked at Ye Qing, her heart softened inexplicably, and she pressed her hand.
The jewel in my sleeve, I secretly made a shielding secret.
The pearl in her hand heated up, and the invisible film rose up, isolating it.
Ye Qingdun felt that the pressure was relieved. He caught a glimpse from the corner of his eye and was slightly moved. However, he just kept silent and wrote. In the confrontation in the entire palace, this small corner now became its own territory.
The dragon girl stared at the paper and whispered quietly: "The water is so sluggish, the mountains and islands are so steep... I finally wrote another sentence, but it has some flavor here."
What is good from above will be effective from below. Everyone knows that Taiping Lake Longjun likes literary people, and his children must cultivate some literary literacy and have a good appreciation level, which means they are easily infected by literary culture.
The dragon girl's eyes were shining at this time, her heart gradually regained her composure, and she thought to herself: "It's so unusual to be able to say this!"
Then he smiled and said softly: "Scholar, you really can't write fast, so just write slowly. The last thing Junfu has no idea about is time, but if you can go faster, don't delay, be careful of the whole crowd surrounding you... Unless
What you really wrote is a masterpiece that has been handed down from generation to generation... Hey, do you understand?"
"Thank you Sister Long Nu for your kindness... for the private report!" Ye Qing nodded solemnly, determined to speed up the process and not to overdo it.
"You guy, I'm just showing some kindness and making some nonsense private report..." Long Nu's face turned red, taking into account the solemn occasion, but she couldn't get angry, and her voice became lower and lower.
Ye Qing smiled, glanced at the palace, and his heart was clear - no one is stupider than the other, they are all trying to guide a favorable situation, show their strongest side, suppress the opponent's weakest side, only limited by ability and luck, some people can succeed.
, some people just failed.
"Just like you...that's exactly what I did!" A trace of smile slipped across, but disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Only Long Nu could see it, and her heart moved as she looked Ye Qing up and down seriously: "Are you laughing?"
"You saw it wrong."
"Am I wrong?" Dragon Girl glared at Ye Qing in embarrassment: "What are you looking at! Hurry up and write!"
"I'm composing a literary thought!" Ye Qing secretly laughed in his heart. At this time, the clocks and drums were beating, people were drinking wine, poems were exchanged, and both the host and the guest were enjoying themselves...
There are various warm and cold undercurrents hidden under the calm sea surface, competing with each other, and gradually, in a corner, a pattern has been formed.
On the pale green throne, the Dragon King's face is hidden behind the bead curtain, looking at it with a smile, as if looking at Taiping Lake.
Suddenly frowning in surprise, he stared at the west corner of the hall for a moment, and then glanced at the dragon girl beside Ye Qing who was leaning over to read the poem. He couldn't help but laugh: "This restless little girl..."
He stretched out his hand and pointed, and water rippled in the hall, penetrating into the scrolls on the desks. Stirred by this, they immediately released traces of white air one by one, making the hall feel extremely solemn.
This is the realm of calling the Dragon Palace Lingfu, making it clear at a glance!
"It has not yet appeared in the world. There is only some literary spirit invested by one's own spirit, whether it is pure white or red. This does not necessarily mean the true level of poetry. There is another saying..."
The dragon girl was startled for a moment, glanced casually, then returned her attention, urging in a low voice: "The trees are thick, the grass is luxuriant, the autumn wind is blowing... The autumn wind is weak? Xiao Xiao? Desolate? What's Xiao? Hurry up and write."
"Don't interrupt my thoughts. Also, according to the rules, you have to stand behind me and see how quiet your sisters are!" Ye Qing frowned and thought hard.
"Oh..." The dragon girl retracted in anger, and after a moment, she came forward again: "The autumn wind is bleak... Hey, I should have listened to my sister's advice."
Looking around proudly, she saw the strange looks of some sisters nearby. She suddenly realized something, blushed and retracted, staring at the poem scroll honestly: "To the east is the plum stone, to see the peace. How can the water be calm?
, the mountainous island is steep. There are thick trees and luxuriant grass. The autumn wind is bleak and the flood..."
As soon as the new word "Hong" was dropped, a change occurred, causing the dragon girl to say "eh", and saw blue waves rippling in the air, barely noticeable and submerged into the poem, making the article more pure and white.
She took advantage of Ye Qing's attention, pressed her hand on the beads in her sleeves, and secretly made a magic formula. When she looked at it again, it was still the same.
"How is this possible?" The dragon girl couldn't believe it. Her heart moved and she looked outside the palace: "The blue sky of Lingfu has a slight resonance. This poem may have the spirit of a dragon?"