The east wind blows thousands of trees into bloom at night.
In the hall on the second floor of Jiuyu Building, Li Pin's clear voice reached everyone's ears. On the table next to him, Ning Yi was writing quickly with his pen. With just this first sentence of "New Year's Day", many people's faces changed a little.
Some were focused and solemn, waiting carefully for the next sentence, while others frowned and had a bad feeling in their hearts.
Among the people present, Su Chonghua is more inclined to say that Ning Yi has only a small talent. Naturally, he does not believe that the water tune song was composed by a Taoist priest, but others at Yushan Academy
, but he has a good understanding of what Ning Yi does every day. His teaching method is as simple as talking nonsense. He may have read the basic classics and history. It is hard for him to believe that he has just learned something. Even if Song Mao said it himself that day.
Although Ning Yi has a certain way of teaching, in Su Chonghua's view, this is just a trick. It may make great achievements for a while, but it will become disgraceful over time.
In fact, speaking of it, he actually had no objection to how Ning Yi lived his life. He was clear about Old Madam Su's plan from the beginning. As someone who has experienced officialdom, he has a strong tolerance for messy things.
It's just a poem that became famous. If he could do this back then, he wouldn't be polite, so he never expressed any opinions on Ning Yi's teaching. But it was different when Song Mao praised him. On the first day of the new year, the old lady found him
When the other party talked about teaching, what he felt was a strong threat.
Ning Yi used to keep a low profile, not interacting with too many people, and was impeccable. As a member of the Su family, it was almost impossible for Mrs. Su to dismantle him at home after her public words. But tonight, it was indeed
It was a good opportunity. He came here accidentally and couldn't put it down. He just thought about it and immediately made a decision. He asked Pu Yangyi to call him up. As long as he came up, as an elder, he would let him go.
Once he writes a poem, he can't push him away at all, not to mention that Xue Jin is here to add fuel to the fire, plus there are so many literati around him. As the saying goes, literati look down on each other, and your word "Mid-Autumn Festival" will overwhelm everyone.
If there is no movement, who will really obey you?
His calculation was actually similar to what Su Wenxing and others thought when Song Mao arrived at the Su Mansion, which was to let others expose his true identity. Su Chonghua was already prepared to ruin Ning Yi's reputation tonight, and everything that followed...
It was exactly as he thought. Among the whispers among the people, they were indeed unwilling to let him go. Xue Jin's performance was exaggerated, but it was just right here, and his words were like the last words that broke the camel's back.
A straw that fell just right.
However, if Ning Yi's subsequent look surprised him, and then the other party's straightforward writing suddenly made Su Chonghua's heart skip a beat, he realized that this calculation was wrong, and with the appearance of this first sentence, he had already
Understand that when he was most proud of his layout, he was overthrown by an army.
Too simple.
Even though the focus may be different, he and Xue Jin both felt this. Ning Yi's calm attitude can only prove that he will have no problem in this regard. The first sentence appeared before others could really understand it.
Of course, a single sentence can at best be said to be impeccable, and it cannot be said to be good or bad. However, when Li Pin read out "More blowing down, stars are like rain" a moment later, the initial outline of this sentence had already appeared in front of everyone's eyes.
, the grand and magnificent atmosphere spread out as the words took shape.
Brush brush brush.
"BMW carved car... the fragrance fills the road."
"The sound of the phoenix flute moves..."
"The jade pot turns with light..."
"One night - fish and dragon dance -"
It was ready. Su Chonghua sat there, sighed slightly, raised the wine glass in front of him and took a sip. He closed his eyes and knew that all his thoughts tonight were in vain. It felt like he was plotting against others in officialdom.
Likewise, the calculation was completely wrong, which was definitely not a good feeling. Now he really felt that he couldn't see through the kid in front of him. On the other side, Xue Jin opened his mouth slightly, with a surprised expression, blinking his eyes and being speechless. The whole hall was speechless.
There was silence. Someone was repeating the word, and the noise from outside came in.
If the theme of the Mid-Autumn Festival's water tune is to proceed step by step, starting from the ordinary, and using an unobtrusive masterful method to develop the whole atmosphere of pure elegance and eternity, then what we see in front of us is unambiguously grand from the beginning.
Opening the door and opening the door is like splashing ink on the landscape, writing in cursive writing, using the most magnificent writing style to unfold the atmosphere from the beginning. "The east wind blows thousands of flowers on the night. It blows down, and the stars are like rain. BMW carvings fill the road with fragrance. The phoenix flute sounds.
, the light of the jade pot turns, and fish and dragons dance all night long." Just this one metaphor, constantly mentioned, has vividly described the entire Shangyuan night scene, as if the excitement has been condensed dozens of times, and then replayed before everyone's eyes.
The atmosphere in the hall became a little solemn. Ning Yi paused and looked back. On the surface, he seemed to be gauging everyone's reaction, but in fact, he was still paying attention to the maid in blue who was walking around. While writing the lyrics just now, he also
While taking a few glances at the woman's actions, she just glanced this way doubtfully, and then moved around intently, pouring wine, etc. At this time, she stood slightly sideways next to a pillar, looking slanted towards
Looking out of the corridor outside the window, probably no one in the entire hall would pay attention to her except Ning Yi.
Ning Yi turned back, twirled the brush in the inkstone, and murmured: "Moth Snow Willow Golden Wisp..." Li Pin didn't hear clearly: "Huh?" He saw Ning Yi's brush fall, and then he understood.
"Moth Snow Willow Golden Ray..."
The words were still being written. On one side of Ning Yi's sight, the maid in blue turned around again and poured wine for someone. She turned her eyes calmly to the other side. In the corridor, two men in blue shirts had also turned around.
, was looking inside. Puyang Yi seemed to have discovered this. A participant who seemed to have some status went over to inquire and negotiate, and spoke quietly at the door. Others were listening intently, so no one paid attention.
Ning Yi raised his pen and wrote the next sentence: "The laughter is full of fragrance and the fragrance goes away."
The two military men in blue shirts did not dare to disturb the gathering of so many literati, and their voices were kept low. Then they finally turned around and walked towards the end of the corridor, looking in from the window on the way. Ning Yi stopped after writing this sentence.
After a pause, the two of them disappeared from the window over there. The woman in Tsing Yi also walked along the circular road, carrying a wine bottle to the door. She poured wine at the table near the door. After waiting for a while, it should be
Calculating the time for the two people to go up to the third floor.
"People look for him thousands of Baidu……"
Li Pin's voice made Ning Yi pay attention to the woman's movements from the corner of her eyes. At this time, she finally walked out of the door calmly. She looked towards the end of the corridor and saw that the man in blue shirt was no longer there and was about to leave.
The subsequent sentence "Suddenly back" just sounded. The woman seemed to have noticed something. She stopped and glanced this way, as if she was frowning slightly. After a startled look, Ning Yi calmly withdrew his gaze.
, concentrate on writing the last sentence of this word.
After the last stroke was made, Li Pin next to him also sighed and glanced around: "Suddenly I came back...that person was in a dimly lit place."
After saying this, someone sighed in the silence: "Okay..." Qilan and everyone in the hall had already heard the words in their eyes. After listening to this "Everyone looked for him hundreds of times, but suddenly came back, and that person was there."
"Where the lights are dimly lit", but he stood up involuntarily, wanting to say something or move towards this direction, but then realized that something was wrong with this, bit his lower lip lightly, grabbed the handkerchief with both hands, and turned his head to the side
After looking at it, more people were still chewing on the artistic conception of the poem. Ning Yi put down his pen. Li Pin carefully picked up the rice paper and shook it. He read it carefully again before passing it to Pu Yangyi next to him.
, looked at Ning Yi, sighed indescribably, then took a step back and made a bow.
The upper part of this sentence is extremely prosperous, and it depicts the grand occasion of the Shangyuan Dynasty with admirable writing skills. Even if it is only half of it, it is already an amazing and good sentence. However, when it comes to the lower part, it actually adds an artistic conception from this most important part.
Separated from the bustling depiction, the front palace is worldly and the back palace is worldly. The huge impact of the two contrasts is indescribable. Some of the people present are still trying to figure it out, while others understand it and just sigh vaguely with complicated eyes.
This artistic conception still has meaning after all.
Of course, there were a few people who immediately paid attention to the movements of others. For example, Xue Jin immediately noticed the Qilan group over there getting up. He had just said those words, but at this time, he was directly labeled as a laughing stock. Of course
No one cared about him at the moment, but they were a little angry for a while. After all, it was him and Ning Yi who were confronting each other. After a moment, he couldn't help but said: "Then... then why did you say anything to the elders in the family?
Is Shui Tiao Songtou composed by a Taoist priest?"
Ning Yi put down his pen and calculated in his mind how long it would take for the maid in blue to disappear out of the window. He had no thoughts about people like Xue Jin, but now he heard him speak and looked at him with a smile: "Brother Xue, this is the matter."
Who did you hear it from?”
Xue Jin was stunned: "Although it is hearsay, it is vivid and realistic. Did you...did you say it?"
Ning Yi looked at him for a few seconds, blinked, and smiled: "I said it, but rumors stop at the wise. Brother Xue may not have listened to half of it."
During the conversation between the two, Xue Jin's tone was slightly higher, but Ning Yi spoke calmly, and his voice probably did not carry as far as Li Pin. However, as soon as these words came out, Su Chonghua over there also stared, obviously not expecting him to actually
He would say this. Xue Jin had a look of astonishment on his face, but before he could say anything, Ning Yi raised his hands and said, "I do have something important to do, and it's not a lie. I'll say goodbye now. Goodbye."
Now no one dared to stop him. Some even raised their hands and saluted, saying: "Brother Ning, just go if you have something to do." or "It doesn't matter."
Xue Jin stared at him: "You..." Just after the words came out, Ning Yi patted his shoulder and acted as if he wanted to say something. Li Pin, Wu Qihao, Pu Yangyi and others around him all stared at each other.
He woke up and listened. Two seconds later, "That Taoist priest..." Ning Yi could only be heard saying: "...chanted twice."
These words were not really lowered. Ning Yi finished speaking seriously, nodded and turned to leave. Xue Jin's face turned red for a moment and he was speechless. Xiaochan was memorizing the words behind others, but at this time
He quickly followed him out with a smile, and the two disappeared down the corridor one after the other.
The scene was a little quiet for a while, and others could not find many topics to talk about. Li Pin looked at the words and smiled: "Once this word came out, Shangyuan Ci, I am afraid it will not be easy to write."
Pu Yangyi nodded, flicked the rice paper, and sighed: "Good words..." and then circulated it to others. Over there, Qilan turned to look at the window where Ning Yi and Xiaochan disappeared, and sat down with some sadness.
After a while, he laughed again, talking to a few people around him as usual, and stirring up the atmosphere. He was waiting for the words to come over, and he was about to perform.
Half an hour later, the "Qing Jade Case" spread throughout Jiangning...
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Speaking of preserved eggs and bananas, I have been eating preserved eggs directly since I was a child, dipping them in vinegar, dipping them in soy sauce, or tossing them in such and such ways. I don’t like eating them. I really can’t eat them. People I know seem to like them too.
They all eat it this way, and it has an alkaline taste only if it is not pickled well. But I can understand that everyone has various ways of eating it. What I can't understand is that it is impossible to eat it directly, or that eating it directly will even kill people...
...There are all kinds of things in the world, all kinds of different ways of living, all kinds of different lives and happiness. It seems that I was quite happy if I had a preserved egg to eat when I was a child.
The same goes for MSG. Some people don’t need to eat it, but some people do. It seems there’s nothing incomprehensible about it, right? Many shops still use MSG for flavor. When I went back to the countryside during the Qingming Festival, the food there always tasted fishy.
But people back home think it’s delicious and are used to it. What would it be like if there weren’t so many seasonings in ancient times? Some people in the book review area said that in ancient times, someone became an imperial chef by relying on sea intestines, and sea intestines are 90%
It’s just MSG. I won’t discuss this further.
A new week has begun again, please vote for me ^_^
There should be another update in the early morning - maybe until tomorrow morning. After all, this chapter is coded too late, so it is not recommended to wait.