() The grass is green, and the river breeze blows the drooping gauze curtains of the pavilion. The figure who dropped the poems and left not far away was approaching the courtyard gate. There were some people chasing after him, shouting: "Don't leave, let's take care of the matter."
Find out..." "Ning Liheng, do you think it's over if you leave like this!" "Stop trying to be so mysterious!" But then they also noticed something was wrong with the movement behind them, and some people stopped and looked back.
Xue Gongyuan's bad temper, holding the poem manuscript and preparing to chase him out, was also the confidence for others to prepare to keep Ning Yi. If you dare to run after the elders have spoken, the others can stop him in the name of guilty conscience. But then he came and appeared in
Xue Gongyuan's reaction really made people confused and confused. Not many people could guess what was written on that piece of paper that made people like this.
If Ning Yi is really talented, what he writes on the paper may be a good poem, but at this moment, writing a poem and running away is just deceiving himself and others. In the future, people will say that this person is too arrogant.
Do you think that a poem can overwhelm the audience with its skills? The few old people present have experienced many big events. Xue Gongyuan was surprised when he saw it. A few knowledgeable people in the crowd guessed what the paper was about.
Xue Gongyuan knew the secrets involved, but he was the kind of person who had to keep his mouth shut as soon as he saw them...
Ji Wanqing frowned. She immediately thought that Ning Liheng might have taken advantage of Xue Gongyuan and wrote it out in code, so that Xue Gongyuan did not dare to pursue it any further. In surprise, she shook her head in her heart, hiding Xue Gongyuan's secrets.
The public opinion of so many people can't be concealed, and at most it will ruin Xue Gongyuan's reputation. In Bianliang City, it is not easy for a literary elder or an official to gain a reputation, but it is also a common problem that they will not be able to protect themselves when they are old.
All of them, she has seen a lot.
It's just that Ning Liheng was smart, knowing that the situation could not be reversed, so he dropped this kind of thing and left. If he could really involve Xue Gongyuan, even if many people questioned him after that, he would not be confirmed as a "liar" on the spot, so he would not
With her reputation ruined and unable to move forward, Ji Wanqing thought about this possibility. She turned her head and glanced at her opponent Li Shishi. The opponent was sitting there with a hand on his lips, not knowing what he was thinking. But no matter what, she was the person.
The friend she brought here, although her reputation will not be ruined this time, has been linked to her. This collision before the Dragon Boat Festival. She suffered a big loss. She must have thought of this. If she were her, she would only
Being able to sit there and pretend to be calm.
The sun shone down, and it was a sunny summer noon after all. In the short period of noise and surprise, everyone had their own thoughts and guesses. Of course, more people just guessed what kind of poem it was and whispered in low voices.
: "... Mulan's boat on the sand, with jade flutes and golden tubes sitting at both ends, what kind of sentence is this..."
"It's just neat, but... average?"
After only hearing a few words, I had no confidence to discuss it. Yan Lingzhong and others had already gathered around: "Mr. Xue..."
"Gongyuan, what's wrong?"
"Let me take a look. Let me take a look at what this guy has written. Gongyuan, let go... Pan Hongda, who was serious and straightforward, took the poem manuscript from Xue Gongyuan's hand. Only then did Xue Gongyuan react, put down the rice paper, and swallowed
He swallowed his saliva and looked at the people around him. Their expressions were still complicated, and they stared and said nothing. Then Pan Hongda started to read the poem with anger. After reading the first two sentences, his expression gradually changed again. Under the strict order, Mr. Mo and others also followed.
Look past.
They are all people who have been struggling in the literary world for so long. Ji Wanqing can think of it, and they are somewhat mentally prepared. In this kind of situation, if they want to force others to lose their reputation, they can do anything.
. They also thought, if there is really something fishy in this poem manuscript, they should take a look here first, so that they can choose to deal with it as soon as possible, and think about whether they can cover it up. But after seeing each other's poem manuscript, their expressions were already startled and suspicious.
, looking at each other: "This poem...this kind of poem..."
They looked uncertain, and Yu Shaoyuan, Fang Wenyang and others had gathered around curiously. Previously, Ning Yi put down Yu Shaoyuan's poem manuscript together with his own poem manuscript. At this time, Yu Shaoyuan smiled and said,
: "Masters, could you please share Mr. Ning's poem manuscript with everyone for review?" He guessed that there was something fishy in it, so he first wanted to reveal the matter. The poem "Nian Nujiao" he wrote today was written over many years.
The essence of accumulation and accumulation, could it really be suppressed by others...
However, after he said this, Pan Hongda and others over there glanced at him, and someone helped Xue Gongyuan to sit next to him first. Yan ordered Zhong to look at the situation, then at Yu Shaoyuan, and finally sighed and handed over the poem manuscript.
He handed it to him: "It's okay, Shaoyuan, you can have a thought with everyone..."
He sighed with an expression, and Yu Shaoyuan was slightly confused. He took the manuscript in his hand, unfolded it directly, and looked at the people around him. Someone was already saying: "Shaoyuan, read quickly." Fang Wenyang and others went to the side and started to look.
Yu Shaoyuan lowered his head and started to recite directly: "Mulan's boat is made of sand, with jade flutes and golden tubes sitting on both ends. A thousand dendrobiums are placed in the middle of the wine statue, and the jì goes with the waves... Oh, let's go or stay."
At this time, poems all pay attention to rhythm. When Yu Shaoyuan read them directly, they were also cadenced and at a medium speed, which was enough time for people to comment and remember. The first few sentences were just neat and elegant sentences, but when he read "carrying the spirit and following the waves"
, Yu Shaoyuan also chuckled softly. Some people around him laughed and said: "It's just average." But there are not many people saying this, because the poem is actually very good, almost impeccable, but it is not enough to directly make people laugh.
Just shocked.
Yu Shaoyuan then read the next sentence, which was "The immortals want to ride on the yellow crane, and the sea travelers have no intention of following the white gulls." By this time, his expression had changed slightly.
However, there were people all around him who were listening. His face could not express anything for a moment, and he could not even stop the cadence in his mouth. He paused slightly, looked at the people next to him, and chanted on the paper.
Said: "...Qu Ping's poems and poems, hanging sun and moon, the Chuwangtai pavilion and the empty hills... He wrote in high spirits and shook the five mountains, and the poem became Smile and Proud! Ling Cangzhou..." By this time, the breathtaking spirit of the poem had already come out.
Yu Shaoyuan's tone followed the rhythm. When he reached "The five mountains are shaking with excitement, and the poem is smiling and proud of Ling Cangzhou", the whole tone was carried upward. This is also because at this time, the literati studied poetry since childhood and were quite interested in it.
To be honest, when the poetry came with power, he couldn't hold it back when he read it with that power, but he thought in his heart that he couldn't do this. He raised his tone and then deliberately lowered it, which became a bit weird.
He moved his lips and looked at the last two sentences. He couldn't read any more for a while, and his eyes scanned the people around him. Some of the literati who were listening to the poem were murmuring and repeating it, and some were lowering their heads and chanting in silence. Their fingers were still pressing the rhythm on their legs.
Knocking. He didn't notice anything wrong with Yu Shaoyuan. But while he was slightly absent-minded, Fang Wenyang next to him had already finished reading the poem draft, shook his head, and just turned around and left. After a while, the crowd had finished digesting the poem.
After two sentences, there was no movement for a long time, then he raised his head and said: "Shaoyuan. Where is the back?"
"Later..." His words seemed to come out softly from his throat, but then he smiled: "...if fame and wealth last forever, the Han River should also flow northwest. Please appreciate this poem."
He recited the last two sentences as if his hands were a little hot, and handed the poem out directly. Someone immediately took it. Some people said: "This poem is just average... right." Others continued: "This poem...
..." Everyone present didn't want to immediately give an evaluation and a tone to this poem, but looking at the expressions around them, no one dared to give an evaluation to this poem, and no one wanted to be the first to talk nonsense.
I was stunned when I was scolded, but no one was willing to directly say that this poem was very good. They were all waiting for others to speak.
Everyone had already listened to it once, and passed the poem manuscript around to read. Some had already read it once. They were often in the direction Ning Yi left. They lowered their heads and chewed for a while, then looked at the poem. If they didn't want to crowd in any more, they just went to the side and moved aside.
The poem was written on the paper beside him. In such a moment, the group of literati lost their composure. Princess Qing over there, Ji Wanqing and others here were somewhat left out.
Ji Wanqing listened to the poem once and decided in her heart that it might not be any good. She just looked at Yu Shaoyuan, but he was not far away, bowing his head and chanting bitterly, holding his own song "Nian Nujiao", with a look of expression.
The changes are erratic. Looking next to me, Shishi is sitting on the futon there, covering her mouth with one hand, but she seems to be mumbling something. Her body is gently swaying from side to side, her eyes are smiling, and her smile is elegant.
The white fingers of her other hand were dipped in wine, and she was just writing on the small table in front of her. These were obviously poems left by Ning Liheng. She hummed along with the rhythm, feeling as if there was no one around and she was enjoying herself.
, and occasionally laugh again.
Ji Wanqing sat there with a gentle expression and a slight smile, but she did not expect such a result at all, and not many people guessed that the poem manuscript contained just such a poem. Theoretically speaking,
No matter how good the poem is, there is a limit to putting it here. Even if the poem written by Ning Yi is comparable to Yu Shaoyuan's "Niannujiao", there are still many words that can be mentioned. But this poem exceeds this category.
If it weren't for the deliberate and aggressive behavior of this group of people, Ning Yi would not have wanted to put this poem out to suit the occasion. At most, Su Shi's love poem "Huanxisha" would have been enough to hold the scene. But things have developed to this point.
, when I take out this poem, the meaning is different. Li Bai's "Yin on the River". If you want to describe it in one sentence, this is one of the works that best represents his thoughts when the poet was in his prime.
Li Taibai is one person through the ages.
When it comes to being impassioned and expressing one's heart, Li Taibai's poems are the things that can impact people's hearts and shock others at the first moment, especially in front of those who have been with poetry all their lives. "Qu Ping's poems and poems hang over the sun and the moon,
Chuwangtai is surrounded by empty hills. The five mountains are shaken when the pen is written in high spirits, and the poem is made into a smiling and proud Ling Cangzhou!" It hardly requires any complicated in-depth research and analysis. If it hits here, not many people can bear it.
Although in later generations, this poem may not have been selected into any textbooks because of the reason of "carrying jì and following the waves, let's go or stay", and its reputation does not seem to be as famous as the famous poems such as "Journey into the Wine", but it is still Li Taibai's
The masterpiece that I created when I was thirty or forty years old is relatively average, but it is majestic and smooth, just like the coming of a big river. It was completed in one go. When placed in this poetry meeting, the five mountains are shaken, and it is not just Cangzhou. It is basically holding a hand.
The general situation was overwhelming in front of everyone in the Poetry Club. If it were not the case, Xue Gongyuan would not be speechless.
No one thought that this slap would be so severe and exaggerated. At this time, groups of literati were still talking in low voices, and the wealthy children from Princess Qing were whispering. They joined in the fun because Zhou Pei praised her as a teacher.
It was too much. People who grew up in Bianliang would never be convinced. But they came to watch the excitement and never thought about making enemies. At this time, they whispered: "I didn't expect her teacher to be so exaggerated..."
Over there, Ji Wanqing was sitting next to her master. She was struggling with herself, thinking about her sentences and said: "I never thought that Ning Liheng could really write such a good poem. It's hard to compare with Shao Yuan. Sister, master...
..." She looked forward calmly, turned her head, and seemed to be talking to her teacher casually and cordially. She heard her teacher "huhu" and "huhu" laugh twice, which was a little strange. She turned her head and looked,
Although Shishi covered her mouth and smiled occasionally, she still looked beautiful and attractive. However, her fingers were still writing on the table at this time and her eyes were not looking at her.
"Huh...Sister Wanqing, I don't even know what you are doing..."
"Um?"
"Do you know how powerful this brother of mine is... Phew..."
"Sister sister...Why do you say this..."
"I've been laughing since I sat down just now... and saw you forcing him... Haha, Sister Wanqing..."
"Well……"
"I don't know how powerful he is...but, little sister only knows..." Shishi smiled and lowered his head, holding his hand on his forehead for a moment: "Zhou Meicheng once admitted that if he was in front of him, some would not dare to write poems.
...Sister Wanqing, why...you have to force him, huh...I'm sorry, it's so funny..."
Although the two of them have always been harmonious on the surface, the courtesan's competition for fame has actually caused them to fall out several times in private. The master always shows his knowledge, elegance, and wisdom to others, but if he has evil thoughts in his heart,
, often with sharp words, and often with a calm word, can stab people to the point of being stabbed. She is not the kind of person who accepts things. At this time, no one has paid attention to her. She is laughing heartily here, Ji Wan
Qing's face turned red and white for a moment. Zhou Meicheng didn't dare to write poetry in front of him? If this was really the case, she recalled the development of the whole situation and could clearly see how she and others had become in the eyes of the other party.
What a clown...
Her face was serene and complex. However, in Shishi's mind at the moment, she didn't care about her opponent's miserable state after being slapped in the face. What she was thinking more about was the whole process of the matter.
To be honest, even she was a little frightened by Ning Yi's words, so that the image of Ning Yi that seemed to be clearer in her mind now became a bit vague and mysterious.
Although it was really cool to say that he could stay or leave as he wished... what on earth was he thinking...
While Shishi was thinking about these things in his mind, Ning Yi had already taken Zhou Pei out of the manor and onto the tree-lined path outside... Brush the starting point of the ordinary book, and ride Nai in place.
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