In the Xiaoxiang Pavilion, a literary conference with the theme of "Beauty" was held in full swing. Every scholar wrote with great literary talent!
Jiang Gan poured himself a cup and drank it. He drank so much that at some point he fell drunk by the table. From time to time, he could hear slight snores.
When Master Li saw this, the disappointment in his eyes became even stronger.
But the literati present were quite happy. Ren Jianggan was a master of Taoism and had unparalleled fighting power, but he was just a vulgar Taoist.
No one noticed that Jiang Gan's Yin spirit left the body under the cover of the Qianyuan palace lantern.
Wow!
After about one stick of incense, there is a person with quick poetic talent who can write quickly and quickly, and a small poem jumps out on the paper.
Soon, a maid passed the original poem to the platform and handed it to Master Li for tasting.
After Master Li read it, he handed it to the maids beside him and asked them to sing it softly in time to help him become famous.
It has to be said that the prosperity of Songzhou's literary style is not unfounded. As the county seat of Songzhou, Bianliang City is a gathering of Songzhou's culture and outstanding people.
In a short period of time, excellent works have been produced one after another, and the literary spirit has risen, almost all of them are above the standard, and it is easy to go out of counties and counties.
One word after another was sung, and the atmosphere of the banquet became more and more lively.
The reason why these literati are keen on various poetry banquets is partly because Pomeranians favor them, but more importantly, they want to spread their literary reputation.
For Confucian monks, fame is real power.
Fame is like a thread, one end is connected to all living beings in the mortal world, and the other end is connected to the wonders of the soul. Through special methods, one can cultivate awe-inspiring aura.
Although this kind of awe-inspiring energy is not as good as the awe-inspiring righteousness that fills the world, it can attract mysterious power to strengthen the soul, resonate with heaven and earth, and leverage the awe-inspiring righteousness between heaven and earth.
Li Shishi read another poem, raised his eyebrows, his eyes moved, turned around and took the guqin beside him.
The jade fingers are lightly plucked, the sandalwood mouth is slightly opened, the melodious and melodious sound of the piano is perfectly combined with the heavenly singing voice, which makes people forget the vulgarity and become intoxicated!
"Double butterflies embroidered skirts, Xiaoxiang banquet, we met for the first time. The vermilion powder is not deep and even, the idle flowers are light and spring. Look carefully at all the places, everyone is humane, and the willow waist is thick. Yesterday, the mountains were chaotic and it was dark, and there were clouds on my clothes when I came."
After the song ended, everyone was silent for a while, and then they came back to their senses, and the sound of admiration could not be heard without stopping.
"Oh, this is Brother Zhang's masterpiece. Everyone Li looks at it differently!"
"Yes, if Mr. Li personally sings it, this song will definitely spread throughout Bianliang City, attracting many brothel girls to rush to sing it!"
"Not only the girls in brothels, but also the ladies of the world will also compete to copy it and taste it all the time!"
Amidst the congratulations from everyone, a handsome young man stood up, cupped his fists and saluted everyone, and said with a smile:
"Thank you all for your support. It is truly a blessing to be sung by the Li family."
"Hmph, look at me."
Wang Zilang stood up and instead of handing the poem to the platform, he sang directly.
"The pupil has a waist cut like a bunch of water, and a pair of black gauze wrapped in cold jade. She has a natural and charming posture. Looking back, the pink and white are ordinary."
"No one can peep through the cloudy windows of the foggy pavilion. Cars and horses are left in front of the door. After the ceremony, the spring is quiet in the altar, and the ground is covered with red and the crows are crows."
"good!"
Everyone applauded loudly, and it was true that Songzhou's culture was at its peak, but there were so many great people in the world of poetry that the style of poetry in Songzhou became even better than poetry.
The others were writing lyrics, but Wang Zilang directly wrote a seven-character rhyme poem, which suddenly made him stand out from the crowd.
Wang Zilang smiled proudly and looked at Master Li on the platform with burning eyes, his previous look of pain and depression gone.
"Young Master Wang is truly outstanding in literary talent!"
Master Li praised him, then plucked the strings with his slender hands, making a tinkling sound, followed by a melody of nature.
"Hahaha!"
Wang Zilang looked complacent, revealing his arrogant and willful character.
"It's my turn!"
Zhao Ji pushed forward the case and immediately attracted the attention of everyone on the platform.
You must know that in Bianliang City, Zhao Ji is a prominent figure among the younger generation. He is a master of calligraphy and painting, has outstanding literary talent, and is valued by many great scholars.
Zhao Ji didn't talk nonsense and sang directly in a mellow tone. His powerful literary spirit burst out from him and his voice spread throughout a ten-mile radius.
"The fragrant pearls are like pearls. The water chestnut flowers are like water. The school makeup is suitable for the season. It is pink and has a natural spring feeling. The colorful clothes of Sichuan have not yet risen. The chaotic clouds hang down to the ground."
"The garden in the capital city praises the peaches and plums. I ask what the east wind is like. There is no need to turn back the fan to block the clear song. The lips are a little smaller than a pearl. It is the disabled hero and the moon pendant. I send this love thousands of miles away."
"Regardless of the bright moon and peaches and plums, the spring breeze is not as good as yours. The meaning of the words is so beautiful!"
"Euphemistic and touching, it captures the beauty of the teacher's girl!"
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Not to mention Zhao Ji's own reputation, just because of his status as the son of a captain and his background as a great scholar, many people have to give him face.
Besides, this poem is really well written, and the cheers are naturally endless.
Zhao Ji suppressed his applause, coughed, and continued singing:
"When I meet my master tonight, my cheeks are flushed with wine. The curtains are half rolled up and the wine is lighted. On the dewy flowers, smoke curls up and cool. Hairpins and buns are thrown around, and I can't stand up to anyone. I shed tears and sing new lyrics."
"Unexpectedly, the good times will come and go. The sadness lingers secretly. I want to dance and sing, but it's right again. The autumn colors are sighing. Only the painting building, with the bright moon at that time, took photos in two places."
"The moon was shining brightly, and the two places took photos of each other. It was so beautifully written!"
"Master Zhao really deserves his reputation!"
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Everyone on the cloud platform was quiet for a moment, and then burst into louder cheers.
None of them expected that Zhao Ji's talent was so quick and he produced two excellent songs in a short period of time.
No one noticed that on the platform, a cold light flashed in Master Li's beautiful eyes.
Thinking about her, Mr. Li has always kept a clean mind. When would she snuggle into Zhao Ji's arms, sing new lyrics with tears in her eyes, and when would she have an appointment with Zhao Ji?
Reminiscing about being scorned by Jiang Gan just now, the coldness in Li Shishi's eyes became even worse.
Zhao Ji did not notice this, waved his hand to signal everyone to be quiet, and sang again:
"The distant mountains have long eyebrows and slender willow waists. They put on their makeup and stand in the spring breeze, and smile with a smile worth less than a fortune. When I returned to Bianliang, I told him about the Qinglou Road. I saw the flowers in Songzhou all over, and they are not as good as my teacher."
As soon as this five-character rhyme poem came out, the audience suddenly became quiet. Three excellent works in a short period of time. They are really talented and a genius!
"Everyone, thank you!"
Zhao Ji also enjoyed the feeling of being surrounded by stars. The praise and praise from everyone made him feel so intoxicated that he couldn't extricate himself from it.
"Master Zhao, your literary talent is truly outstanding, surpassing Songzhou's!"
On the platform, Master Li suddenly smiled, as bright as a pearl, as beautiful as any other.
After a pause, she said softly: "My little lady has been to many places, but she rarely sees people like Mr. Zhao!"
"If I hadn't seen Miss Shishi's beauty, I wouldn't have been able to compose such poems."
Zhao Ji looked at the beautiful figure on the platform with burning eyes, and said softly: "I wonder if Miss Shishi is coming to Bianliang City for a short stay or a long stay?"
When Jiang Qian, who was hiding in the dark, saw this scene, he secretly lamented that Zhao Ji was so lustful that he was so stupid that he didn't know how much trouble he would cause with such an obvious method of flattery.
"Hey, I am so kind-hearted that I can't bear the friend I just met getting into trouble, so I have to help. If I don't go to hell, who will?"
Jiang Gan Dayi thought awe-inspiring, it was definitely not him who wanted to be in the limelight!