In the mocking eyes of everyone, Fan Xian picked up the pen.
"Brother Qin has great literary talent. I don't think I can compete with him, but I got a poem here by chance, which I think I can do well."
Guo Baokun said disdainfully: "I got a poem by chance. How can you write a better poem than this one?"
Qin Hao resisted the urge to sew Guo Baokun's mouth shut. Please, that is a masterpiece by the poet saint Du Fu. It is known as the best seven-character poem in ancient and modern times. Can you not make him hate it?
Fan Ruoruo also walked behind Fan Xian at this moment and watched him write, with mixed emotions. On the one hand, she naturally did not want her brother to be humiliated by Guo Baokun. On the other hand, she was worried that her brother's poems would be better than Qin Hao's and make him lose face.
Ye Ling'er's eyes were not on Fan Xian at all at this moment. No matter how good Fan Xian's poems were, what did it have to do with her?
But soon, a burst of exclamations brought Ye Ling'er back from her thoughts, and she saw that all the talented people watching around looked like they had seen a ghost.
"The wind is strong and the sky is high, the apes are howling in mourning, and the white birds are flying back from the clear sands of Zhugistan.
The endless falling trees rustled down, and the endless Yangtze River rolled in.
Wandering With Melancholy, a century on stage alone and sick.
Difficulty and bitterness hate the frost on the temples, and the wine glass becomes turbid when the wine is down."
Guo Baokun's eyes almost popped out, and the talented He Zongwei almost fell down without losing his balance.
Li Hongcheng, the eldest son of Prince Jing, clapped his hands and applauded while reciting poems.
"Okay, what a poem."
The talented people around him also woke up one after another.
"It is indeed a good poem, but the Yangtze River is rolling in. What river is this Yangtze River? Why have I never heard of it?"
"Wanli is always a guest in the sad autumn, and a hundred-year-old illness appears alone on the stage. It is really a good poem, and this kind of masterpiece is the only one seen in the world."
The female guests seated across the curtain were also talking a lot at this moment.
"I didn't expect this illegitimate son from Danzhou to be so talented in literature?"
"If we compare it like this, Master Fan's poem is indeed better than Commander Qin's poem."
When Guo Baokun heard the comments from the people around him, his face turned red, almost like a cooked crab. He pointed at Fan Xian and then at the poem written by Fan Xian on the desk.
"You...you, your handwriting is too ugly, your handwriting is worthy of being called a scholar!"
After hemming and hawing for a long time, Guo Baokun finally found Fan Xian's weakness. He Zongwei on the side also helped: "It's really unsightly."
Fan Xian folded his hands in front of his chest and said disdainfully: "We promised to compare poetry, not calligraphy. Why, you are not convinced. Just go ahead and write a few more poems. As long as they can be better than this one, Fan
No more poetry."
Qin Hao secretly laughed. This Guo Baokun has hit Fan Xian's gun. This "climbing high" can surpass many amazing and talented poets. It is called the first of ancient and modern seven-character verses. Not to mention Guo Baokun, even if it is
He looked through 300 Tang poems, but could not find any that could hold his head down.
Guo Baokun was choked and speechless, and could only look at Prince Jing aside.
Before Prince Jing could speak, Qin Hao stood up, raised his hands to everyone and said, "Master Fan's work today can be regarded as an eternal masterpiece. I am ashamed of myself and am willing to be inferior."
"Hey, Commander Qin..."
He Zongwei also had a dejected look on his face. He thought he was considered a minor talent in the capital, but today he met Qin Hao and Fan Xian one after another, especially Fan Xian's "Ascending", which made him almost unable to muster the confidence to write poetry.
After Qin Hao came out from Prince Jing's Mansion, Fan Ruoruo and Ye Ling'er also followed him out.
"You learned art from your great-uncle, did he teach you how to write poetry?" Ye Linger asked curiously.
Qin Hao smiled: "I have a good hand, and I may never be able to write such a poem again in the future."
"Actually...you don't have to be discouraged. This poem is quite good. Except for Fan Xian, no one in it can write as well as you. I...I like you very much.
"Poetry." Ye Ling'er mustered up the courage to say these words, and that moment seemed to be more difficult than drawing her sword.
When Fan Ruoruo saw this scene, she said sourly: "You don't understand poetry, so why are you so diligent here?"
"I'm not talking to you, why are you interrupting!" Ye Ling'er glared at Fan Ruoruo unwilling to be outdone.
Seeing this, Qin Hao quickly interrupted: "Ahem, where is Fan Xian? Why hasn't he come out yet?"
Fan Ruoruo didn't care about arguing with Ye Ling'er anymore. She said hello to Qin Hao and went to find Fan Xian. Ye Ling'er suddenly thought of something.
"Wan'er is still inside, I want to find her..."
"Well, you go ahead, I'm going back to the military camp too."
Ye Ling'er was a little reluctant: "When did you come to my house... The elders in the clan often mention you."
"Then let's go in a few days. I should have paid a visit to you a long time ago, but the emperor's orders are holding me back."
The smile on Ye Ling'er's face bloomed like a flower, and she ran away quickly. As a result, several talented people happened to see that the poetry meeting had dispersed and had just come out of Prince Jing's Mansion. For a moment, they thought they were dazzled.
"Did you just see that?"
"Well, I saw that the eldest lady of the Ye family actually behaves like a daughter sometimes."
"Hey, I think it was Commander Qin who just left? Could it be..."
"Don't mention it, Commander Qin is the son of the minister of the Ministry of Punishment, and he is also a master of the ninth grade. The poem he just wrote in the Poetry Society is also a top-notch work. He is so talented in both literature and martial arts, it is no wonder that the eldest daughter of the Ye family is tempted."
"That's what I say, but don't forget that Commander Qin is a direct disciple of Grandmaster Ye. He is a generation higher than Miss Ye's family."
........
Ye Ling'er returned to Prince Jing's Mansion and was looking for Lin Wan'er, but saw her looking at him with a playful look.
"Where did you go, Wan'er? Please tell me to find you soon."
Lin Wan'er angrily slapped her hand away: "Don't come here, as soon as someone left, you forgot about me..."
Ye Ling'er was embarrassed: "What nonsense are you talking about? I don't have it."
"Hmph, you said no...ahem..."
Lin Wan'er coughed for a while, and Ye Ling'er quickly blocked the wind outlet: "You think you're not in good health, so don't blow the wind here. You'll be coughing up blood soon. I'll take you back to the Royal Courtyard soon."
"Ahem... don't try to hide it, tell me honestly later what to say to others after chasing him out."
........
On the other side, Fan Ruoruo also found Fan Xian. Fan Xian excitedly told Fan Ruoruo that he had found the girl with chicken legs that day.
"Brother, which family does that chicken leg girl belong to?"
"She said she is the maid of Prince Jing's Mansion."
"Handmaid?"
Fan Ruoruo's eyes widened, but Fan Xian didn't care. As a "traveler", he always upholds the concept that all people are created equal.
........
On the other side, in the palace hall, Mr. Hou was holding a secret report from the Inspection and Inspection Institute. It contained the details of today's poetry meeting in Prince Jing's Mansion, as well as the originals of two poems by Qin Hao and Fan Xian.
Emperor Qing became interested after hearing this.
"So, these two people are both versatile in both civil and military affairs?"
Eunuch Hou hurriedly handed the two poems to Emperor Qing.
Emperor Qing first picked up Qin Hao's poem, glanced at the words on it, and couldn't help but praise: "What a good calligraphy, square, powerful, and powerful. He is worthy of being the youngest ninth-level master in Qing Kingdom. See
Words are like seeing people, what a good word."
Eunuch Hou said with a smile: "It's rare to hear His Majesty praise him so much. It shows that Commander Qin's words are excellent."
Emperor Qing ignored it and continued to read the poem. After reading it once, he savored it carefully.
"Yes, it is indeed a rare and excellent work, with a heroic spirit."
But just after he finished speaking, Emperor Qing was a little confused: "You just said that Fan Xian's poems were rated as the best. So, this boy's poems are better than this one?"
With some curiosity, Emperor Qing thought of "climbing high".
"Difficulty and bitterness hate the frost on the temples, and the wine glass becomes muddy when the new wine stops."
After Emperor Qing finished reading, he was silent for a long time and let out a long breath.
"It is indeed a good poem that is rare to see in a century, but this poem is a little bit old-fashioned. How could that boy be so emotional?"
Emperor Qing changed the topic: "Have the Inspection and Examination Institute checked it? Does this poem have a provenance?"
"Reporting to your Majesty, I have checked it and it is not plagiarism." Eunuch Hou bowed his back carefully.
"This is strange..."
........
Turning around, Qin Hao had just left the court and before he walked out of the palace, he heard someone calling him from behind. When he turned around, he saw it was Guo Youzhi, the Minister of Rites.
"Commander Qin, it's rare that you have free time today. Can you please come to your house for a light meal?"
Qin Hao agreed: "Guo Shangshu invited me, how dare I refuse."
"Haha, Commander Qin made a serious statement. I had to thank you for letting me off my back earlier. A little wine is not a sign of respect."
At Guo Youzhi's warm invitation, Qin Hao got on his carriage and headed all the way to his mansion.
Qin Hao naturally knew what the old fox had in mind, and he was also trying to see what kind of conditions the prince planned to offer to win over him.
Soon, the carriage stopped at the door of Guo Mansion.
Guo Baokun was already waiting at the door. The middle door of Guo Mansion was wide open, and the surrounding area was swept spotlessly. It could be said that Qin Hao was given the highest courtesy.
"Commander Qin, please."
"please."
Under the leadership of Guo Youzhi and his son, Qin Hao walked all the way through the corridor to the backyard. His eyes suddenly opened up, and a courtyard surrounded by green bamboo came into view. The corridor paved with bluestone slabs snaked deep, with towering ancient trees on both sides.
The branches and leaves are whirling, the light and shadow are mottled. Flowers and trees and bonsais are scattered among them. Flowers bloom in turns in the four seasons, and the fragrance floats. There is a green pond in the center, with koi swimming leisurely, lotus leaves and pavilions, which are in harmony with the rockery, rocks, small bridges and flowing water. It is worthy of being the second-class one in the world.
The official's residence.
"Guo Shangshu is indeed a learned man, and his courtyard is so elegant."
"Haha, if Commander Qin opens his mouth, such a house will be easily accessible." Guo You said pointedly.
Qin Hao pretended to be confused: "Guo Shangshu should not make fun of Qin. Qin can't afford such a house even if he saves for ten years."
Guo Youzhi smiled slightly and took Qin Hao's arm into the house.
The round table in the center of the room was already filled with delicacies, exuding a burst of aroma. There were forty or fifty kinds of dishes.
"Commander Qin, please take a seat."
As soon as Qin Hao sat down, Guo Youzhi winked at Guo Baokun. The latter understood, clapped his hands, and the sound of silk and bamboo began, followed closely by a group of dancing girls in cool clothes.
These dancers all have skin as smooth as gel and have hot bodies. As a crisp drum beat sounds, silk and bamboo chirp, the music is melodious. The dancers move in response to the sound. The women move lightly, their sleeves flutter, and sometimes
Like a butterfly piercing a flower, sometimes like a fairy gliding over the waves, every turn and every gesture contains endless tenderness and rhythm.
Suddenly, a woman in black silk clothes walked onto the dance floor with her bare feet. Although she was wearing a veil, she could not hide her heavenly beauty. She raised her hands and feet to show her charm. Her eyes seemed to have a kind of magic. Following her swaying dance steps,
It reveals a soul-stirring beauty.
Guo Baokun was so drooling that he could not help but secretly regret it. If he had known that this courtesan was so beautiful, he should have enjoyed it in advance.
When Qin Hao saw the woman in black, a playful smile appeared on her lips, but he quickly pretended to be obsessed with it, and his eyes never left the woman's body.
When Guo Youzhi saw this scene, a proud smile appeared on his lips, and he thought to himself: No matter how powerful you are, you can't escape this finger-twisting and tender intestine.
At the end of the song, Guo Baokun took the lead in applauding, and Guo Youzhi glared at this good-for-nothing son.
It wasn't until Qin Hao also clapped his hands in praise that he said with a smile.
"Commander Qin, this is Miss Lili, the top oiran of Zuixianju. She has never performed in private before. If I hadn't heard that the guest was Commander Qin, even I wouldn't be able to invite her."
Si Lili lowered his head and chuckled: "Sir, don't make fun of the Nu family, but today we are indeed here for Commander Qin. The Nu family really likes your excellent work at the Prince Jing's Mansion Poetry Conference yesterday."
Hearing Si Lili talk about this, the smile on Guo Baokun's face froze immediately. He originally wanted to use this poetry meeting to suppress Fan Xian and make him look embarrassed, but instead it made him famous. Overnight, Fan Xian
The song "Deng Gao" he composed has long been famous in the capital.
Qin Hao smiled and said, "Miss Lili is so complimentary. At yesterday's poetry meeting, Mr. Fan became a blockbuster. His song 'Deng Gao' shocked the past and the present. Qin admired him very much."
Hearing this, Guo Baokun said quickly: "Commander Qin doesn't want to allow other people's ambitions to destroy his own prestige. I don't know where Fan Xian got a poem by chance. Just by looking at his handwriting, you can tell that he is an uneducated and unskilled person. How?"
Can be compared with Commander Qin."
Si Lili also answered: "Mr. Fan's poems are indeed amazing and beautiful, but they are a little too old. I still like Mr. Qin's poems. They are majestic and can be called masterpieces."
"Since Miss Lili admires Commander Qin's poems so much, why not pay a toast to Commander Qin? Commander Qin and Miss Lili are so talented and beautiful, it is a good story." Guo Youzhi winked at Si Lili, who also cooperated very well.
He picked up the wine glass and brought it to Qin Hao.
Qin Hao also cooperated and took the glass and drank it in one gulp.
Seeing this, Guo Youzhi waved his hand and the surrounding musicians withdrew. The dancers came over and carefully stood beside them to wait on them.
After three rounds of wine and five dishes, Guo Youzhi was already tipsy and patted Qin Hao on the shoulder and said.
"Commander Qin, are you satisfied with today's arrangements?"
Qin Hao pretended to be drunk and lost his temper, and put his arms around Si Lili's slender waist: "Satisfied, so satisfied."
"Haha, since you are satisfied, why not let Miss Lili accompany you tonight?"
