Liu Kongyi stood in front of the table, caressing the dragon and carp, as if touching a morning glow, and his jade hands were dyed blood red by the hazy and dreamy halo.
She smiled happily and observed the men around her for a while, especially the scholars in the academy. They were gathered in front of the main table, looking at "The Fairy".
Some frown and stare, some look up at the sky, or suddenly start writing...
There are men constantly dripping water on the ink-washing paper to change the characters, but no one has succeeded so far.
Liu Kongyi looked at it for a while, then looked away, her interest waning. She had actually tried many characters before, but to no avail. So far, the characters changed by these men did not surprise Liu Kongyi.
Liu Kongyi glanced at the academicians who had paid her attention.
Du Yifu was holding his chin, staring at the ink-washing paper, frowning and thinking.
Li Jinshu stood with Ye Ruoxi, looking at the words on the table while discussing something in a low voice with the beauty next to him.
There are also some outstanding academicians...
These are the men Liu Kongyi thinks are likely to succeed.
Suddenly, she thought of something and looked around. Then she paused and saw Zhao Lingfei and Zhao Rong, cuddling together behind the crowd at the corner of the main table.
At present, almost all the attention of the audience is on "Tian Xianzi" and her, and no one pays attention to Zhao Lingfei and the other two.
Liu Kongyi took a look and saw Zhao Rong and Zhao Lingfei looking back and forth. She smiled softly and stopped paying attention.
Liu Kongyi waved her sleeves, and a set of exquisite painted porcelain tea sets appeared on the table. She gently picked up a thin flower-and-bird teacup and flicked the porcelain with her fingertips. There was a melodious echo, like the sound of an empty valley.
Liu Kongyi waved her hand and rejected the water from the warm stream offered by the red carp girl on the side. Instead, she took out a small bottle containing fresh morning dew, which came from the first drop of dew every morning from a certain spiritual flower she carefully cultivated.
, a small bottle, collected for half a year.
Liu Kongyi started to make tea with an elegant posture.
This operation attracted the attention of many people.
Du Yifu looked away, his fiery eyes gradually calmed down, and returned to the paper. His eyes continued to stare at the sentence on the paper, "The clouds dispersed and the moon came, and the flowers followed." As for the other poems, Du Yifu felt that there were indeed some small flaws, but they were not there.
This sentence is a big problem.
He read the entire poem several times, and his sense of language had twists and turns here. Based on his experience in writing poems, he found that this was where the real problem lay.
Du Yifu's eyes flashed.
It is dark on the sand and on the pond, and the clouds are scattered and the moon is coming, and the flowers are following their shadows.
Willow Fairy fell into a drunken sleep at noon. When she woke up, it was already dusk. The melancholy and melancholy that had been lingering in her heart had not dissipated at all, so she went to the small garden for a walk to admire the moon and borrow the bright moon to relieve her worries.
Night gradually enveloped the earth, and the waterfowl were already sleeping on the beach by the pool. Unexpectedly, the sky was full of clouds and there was no moonlight. She was about to turn around and return. At this moment, an unexpected change in the scenery appeared in front of her eyes. The wind started blowing.
In an instant, the clouds were blown away, and the moonlight was revealed. The flowers were blown by the wind, and they swayed freely in the moonlight...
This also injects temporary relief into Liu Xianzi's lonely feelings.
These two sentences are the emotional turning point and the climax of the whole poem, and they are the part that needs to stand out the most, but they read mediocrely.
Du Yifu took a breath and thought carefully, his eyes gradually brightened...
On the other side of the main table, Li Jinshu suddenly said: "How about changing it like this?"
I saw the eyes of everyone around me, including that Fairy Liu.
He hesitated for a moment, received encouraging glances from Ye Ruoxi and all the junior disciples, then walked forward, dipped a drop of water into it, and washed away the word "Wate" in the "Linwan Mirror".
Li Jinshu wrote with great expectation and changed it to the word "xiao".
But the words on the paper did not change.
He sighed softly and shook his head.
But Liu Kongyi said:
"Although it is not a good grade, the word Mr. Li has been changed very well. Wan Jing, Wan Jing, the word 'Wan', in addition to implying time, also has a sense of twilight in old age. It does not match. If it is 'Xiao Jing'
, that would be more appropriate for women, thank you Mr. Li..."
At this moment, Du Yifu suddenly said, "Brother Li, it's useless to worry about such an insignificant place. It's just a blinding eye, and it doesn't grasp the key to the problem. It's better for me to take care of it."
After saying this, he walked to the table and directly reached out and took the pen from Li Jinshu's hand.
Zhao Rong frowned slightly when he saw this scene.
The eldest brother was a little embarrassed, but given his character, he was not annoyed. Instead, he looked curious, took a few steps back, and gave up his position to Du Yifu.
Du Yifu was in high spirits and smiled brightly at Liu Kongyi, who looked expectant. Then, he fetched water and washed away the word "scattered" in "The clouds disperse, the moon comes and the flowers follow their shadows".
Du Yifu showed off his temper a little and looked around. Seeing that everyone was opening their eyes in anticipation, he smiled softly, wrote confidently, and slowly added the word "broken".
One breath.
Two breaths.
Three breaths.
At this time, the air on the Yaji was somewhat solid.
Everyone's eyes were focused on the paper.
But... nothing happened.
No entry.
Du Yifu's smile suddenly stiffened. He stared at the ink-washing paper for a long time, but the paper was still motionless, and there was no breeze that he was familiar with, which represented the gathering of rich spiritual energy from heaven and earth.
The phrase "When the clouds break and the moon comes, the flowers follow their shadows" still doesn't work.
It's a little quiet around here.
Du Yifu felt a lot of strange looks, his smile gradually faded, he licked his lips, stared down at the revised poem with an expressionless face, and murmured something repeatedly in his mouth.
"Here, obviously it should be here. My intuition is not wrong, but why not? This sentence cannot be changed. Why..."
Liu Kongyi coughed lightly and spoke out to help.
"Young Master Du's character change is wonderful. When the clouds break and the moon comes...the reason why there was no moon at that time is due to the thick and dark clouds. And when the wind starts to rise, it is impossible to clear away the heavy haze immediately. It can only blow the clouds apart."
A part of the night sky was exposed, and the clouds may not happen to be where the moon is, but it took a while for the moon to move to where the clouds opened...it took a long time for the clouds to break through the moon."
Liu Kongyi glanced at Du Yifu's embarrassed face, and then looked at everyone around him, "As for... it's not acceptable, it must be that there are other parts that need to be modified, or maybe... Kongyi has little talent and little knowledge, this poem is not good at all.
Unable to enter..."
Afterwards, the main table slowly became lively again, and many people went up to correct the words.
However, except for the word "spring" in "Send Chun Chun when will you come back" at noon, which caused some discussion, there is nothing outstanding about other people's word changes.
Liu Kongyi saw that there were so many outstanding men from academies and Taiqing mansions at the gathering, but none of them could improve the quality of her poems and write her one-word poems. She sighed in her heart, but she still smiled and said: "Look at it this way
Come on, it must be that this poem is inherently deficient and cannot turn decay into something magical. I'm sorry, everyone, it's just me."
Du Yifu's face was still a little stiff, and he nodded hurriedly when he heard this.
Everyone also agreed, saying that unless the Confucian poet comes, there will be no way to save it.
So, the elegant thing of looking for a one-word teacher came to an end.
At the corner of the elegant gathering, Zhao Rong raised his eyes and glanced at Liu Kongyi's place, only to see her frowning and putting away the tea sets.
The cup of tea that was originally meant to be served to Yizishi was already cold, but no man could drink it.
Zhao Lingfei on the side suddenly said softly: "Husband, don't you go and give it a try?"
Upon hearing this title, Zhao Rong's eyelids twitched, and he quickly looked away from Liu Kongyi, shaking his head vigorously, "No, no."
Zhao Lingfei glanced at him and said, "It doesn't matter if you go and try. The paper and pen are still on the table and confiscated. My husband is going to write a few words. No one else is paying attention now. What if it is done..."
Zhao Rong interrupted righteously: "I'm just afraid that I'll get it, so I won't go. If I get it, what will I do if Fairy Liu bothers me? I only have a lady in my heart, so why bother with her?
"
Zhao Lingfei looked at Zhao Rong's serious expression carefully and nodded with satisfaction.