Chapter 41 The Mid-Autumn Festival and the Fox Demon (Part 2)
The room fell into silence.
Although it is not the Mid-Autumn Festival poem that everyone expected, the title is not difficult to write.
Of course, whether the writing is good or not is a matter for the scholar. As for those gentlemen, they only need to wait for the disciples to submit poems.
If you do well, you will be rewarded heavily; if you do poorly, you will be punished with a beating, and if you do not do well, your head will be moved.
It's that simple.
A group of literati diners looked at the Yangliu poem in front of them, which seemed a little sleepy, but also had a lazy and charming feeling. For a moment, literary thoughts surged, and various words of praise came to mind, just waiting for them to arrange and combine them.
Soon, one person wrote a poem.
I saw him leaning over and saying a few words in his master's ear. He was probably reading a poem he had just composed, so that his master could take the lead.
But Mr. He, whose family owns a bank, frowned. He hesitated a little after listening, and seemed to be unable to memorize it.
After repeating this several times, he simply didn't bother to memorize it again. With a glance, the doorman immediately understood and said loudly:
"Miss Liu Shi, my young master has composed a poem and specially asked me to recite it to the girl."
"Thank you, Mr. He. I'm here to listen."
Of course Yangliu Shi would not expose it, and looked at Mr. He with a smile, as if he had really written the poem.
The doorman's voice sounded clearly in the room.
"There is no beauty in the world,"
"Pleasant eyes make beautiful women."
"The beauty of the country and the city,"
"Shocking the world."
A total of twenty four-character quatrains were recited very quickly.
Some eyes lit up, but most people just curled their lips.
A beauty of eternal beauty, a beauty that pleases the eyes, captivates the country, and is astonishing to heaven and earth.
This poem is composed by adding one word to each of the four idioms, which can be regarded as clever thinking or opportunistic.
More importantly, the second and fourth sentences end with the same word, which strictly speaking does not conform to the rules.
So overall it can only be regarded as below average.
Yang Liushi smiled and praised a few words and then stopped talking. It was obvious that he was not satisfied with the poem.
Mr. He's face instantly became a little ugly, while the others' confidence increased, and soon a second person came forward to offer a poem.
"How about Miss Liu Shi listening to my young master's song again?"
"Master, listen."
"..."
One poem after another, and soon there were about ten poems.
Although the subsequent poems are better than the first one, they can only be regarded as barely adequate.
Although it is a new poem, it has no new ideas. It is just a few words repeated.
Wei Changtian was about to fall asleep after listening, but Liu Zongliang suddenly stood up at this moment.
Because he was from the Liu family, everyone fell silent as soon as he stood up.
And Liu Zongliang didn't like others who wanted to be polite first. He shook his sleeves coolly and directly chanted loudly:
"Hibiscus is not as good as beauty makeup,"
"The breeze from the Water Palace brings the fragrance of pearls and green flowers."
"Who can cry and hide the autumn fan?"
"The bright moon hangs in the sky waiting for the king."
"..."
The room was quiet for a few seconds, and then someone slapped the table and praised with a blushing face: "What a poem!!"
After his shouting, the others also reacted and cheered loudly.
Most of the young men were trying to curry favor with Liu Zongliang, but the literati sincerely thought this poem was good.
The first two sentences use hibiscus, pearls, and jade to describe the beauty's appearance. Although the idea is mediocre, the writing style is natural and not artificial.
The last two sentences directly raise the level of the entire poem by several levels.
Who cries and covers the autumn fan, and waits for the king with the bright moon hanging in the sky.
Comparing people to the bright moon waiting for the king, it is a metaphor that even the emperor and princes will be impressed by Yangliu Shi when they see it... This is undoubtedly a great honor for a brothel girl.
If this poem was not prepared in advance, it can only mean one thing -
The poetic talent of the poet is extraordinary.
Listening to everyone's compliments, Liu Zongliang was very impressed, and at the same time he looked at Yang Liushi with a little satisfaction.
"Master Liu..."
Yang Liushi was stunned for a moment, then smiled coquettishly: "It seems that the slave family is yours tonight."
Although there was a commotion on the stage as soon as these words came out, no one had any objections.
Although it is said that the writing is not the first, this is said when the articles and poems are almost the same.
Nowadays, Liu Zongliang's poems are obviously several grades higher than others, so naturally no one will jump out to seek humiliation.
Liu Zongliang was ecstatic when he heard this, but then he heard Yang Liushi continue:
"But I don't know which guest in the house actually wrote this poem. I kindly ask you to tell me..."
The tone was still soft and waxy, but these words instantly caused Liu Zongliang's face to turn from white to red, from red to blue, and he was completely in a dilemma.
If he said that this poem was written by himself, not only would no one believe him, but it would also appear that he was a hypocrite.
But if you admit that you didn't do it, it would be too embarrassing...
After thinking about it for a long time, Liu Zongliang finally pointed at a young man standing in the crowd and forced a smile.
"Miss Liu's poem was written by this person."
"oh?"
Yang Liushi turned to look, her eyes full of tenderness and spring: "I wonder if this young master, with his surname, has such a talent for poetry?"
"The girl is so impressed."
The young man stepped out of the crowd and said calmly: "He's just a guest of Liu Mansion."
"Young Master is not willing to tell your name to me?" Yang Liushi's voice was sad.
"this……"
The young man glanced at the livid Liu Zongliang. After all, he could not resist the temptation of the beauty. He puffed up his chest and replied with a bit of arrogance: "My name is Qin Yu, and I studied under Su Wu!"
"Wow!"
Everyone was in an uproar instantly.
Who is Su Wu? Poem sage!
So the ordinary-looking young man in front of me is actually a disciple of the Poet?
No wonder he has such poetic talent!
In the commotion, Yang Liushi showed a hint of surprise for the first time, and her eyes when looking at Qin Yu seemed to be a little softer.
But Liu Zongliang felt very bad. He was afraid that Yang Liushi would change his mind and sleep with Qin Yu if this continued, so he hurriedly asked loudly:
"But there are still poems to come up with?"
"..."
The noise stopped and no one spoke.
Although half of the people have not yet recited poems, everyone knows that since they have already prepared poems before them, reciting poems now will undoubtedly be a real "show of ugliness".
"Okay, since there is no..."
Liu Zongliang couldn't wait for a while, and after waiting for a few breaths, he was ready to announce the end of the tea party.
But at this moment, Wei Changtian, who had not said a word from beginning to end, finally spoke.
"Why are you so anxious to be reincarnated?"
"you!"
Liu Zongliang looked over with great anger. If he hadn't known that he couldn't beat Wei Changtian, he would have rushed over to fight for his life.
He stared and said nothing. Others did not dare to get involved in the grudges between the Liu and Wei families. At this time, only Yang Liushi could come out to smooth things over.
"Master Wei, do you also have poems?"
"yes."
"But I haven't seen you bring any guests here..."
Yang Liushi glanced at Wang Er, who was obviously a martial artist, and asked with a smile: "Then this poem must have been written by the young master himself?"
"yes."
Wei Changtian cherished words like gold, and Liu Zongliang finally found an opportunity and quickly taunted: "Hahahaha, today I know what it means to know the depth of the well..."
"If you say one more word, do you believe I will let you lie down and get out of here?" Wei Changtian interrupted coldly.
"..."
As if there was a lump of phlegm stuck in his throat, Liu Zongliang's face turned red for a moment, but in the end he did not dare to speak anymore.
Wei Changtian ignored him and glanced around the people in the room before slowly standing up.
Picking up the wine bottle, he raised his neck and took a big gulp of wine, looking directly at Yangliu Shi.
"Listen carefully, this is called poetry."
Beauty, enemies, onlookers...
After traveling through time for so long, labor and management have finally waited for this moment!
Li Taibai! Anyway, so many people have used your poems, so I will borrow them today too!
"Gudu~Gudu~"
A sip of wine, a poem.
Four sips of wine went down the throat, and the poem was completed.
The silver pot fell to the ground with a crisp "clang" sound.
In addition, you can hear the needle drop on and off the stage.
Everyone looked at Wei Changtian in stunned silence, their minds empty except for the twenty-eight characters that would make Yangliu Shi famous all over the world.
"Clouds think of clothes and flowers think of faces,"
"The spring breeze blows and the dew is strong."
"If we hadn't met at the top of Qunyu Mountain,"
"We will meet under the moon at Yaotai..."
"Plop!"
A figure staggered and fell to the ground. It was the disciple of the Poet Saint, Qin Yu.
He muttered these four lines several times in disbelief, and finally summed it up with a trembling voice.