Chapter 460 If you are not convinced, feel free to come again, but you have to pay more
Qin Yu came to the door.
Chen Chao naturally would not give up such a good opportunity.
He will not play gentlemanly games with Qin Yu, as long as he wins, after all, this game is worth five hundred thousand taels of silver.
"Since Qin Yu's consort is so confident, I would be disrespectful to him. In such a season, let's take summer as the title and compose a poem for everyone to judge."
Chen Chao looked at Qin Yu with a face full of humility and a look of harmlessness.
Qin Yu nodded and said thoughtfully: "Of course there is no problem. As long as the fifth prince is happy, if the fifth prince asks a question and loses again, he will not cheat, right?"
Chen Chao couldn't help but sneered, "Don't worry, Prince Consort Qin Yu, I have prepared enough silver this time."
Afterwards, the poetry meeting officially began.
Lin Zhanhong, the second prince of the Zhao Kingdom, stood up, saluted and said: "I, the Zhao Kingdom, gave up on my own initiative after the first three, so I, Lin Zhanhong, will serve as a brick to draw out the beautiful jade from the back, and you will show your shame."
As he spoke, he spoke slowly, "In "Summer Drunk", the willow branches are densely green, and the lotus leaves are thin. Who is drunk with wine, and when will the summer moon come out?"
When this poem came to light, everyone was secretly savoring it.
Although Lin Zhanhong spoke very modestly, his poem was pretty good.
Emperor Wei listened and nodded slightly, "The words are simple, the dialogues are neat, and the summer scenery is described very clearly. It is a rare and good poem."
Subsequently, princes and princesses from other countries were not to be outdone.
Some of them played it themselves, some had their followers play it, and the overall level was not much different. Lin Zhanhong's song "Drunken Summer" was indeed only of average level.
An hour later.
The contestants from the other eight countries have finished composing poems, and only Chen Chao and Qin Yu are left.
After all, the two of them were betting 500,000 taels of silver, so they should save the finale for last.
Chen Chao looked at Qin Yu and muttered: "Qin Yu, consort, do you think you should come first or we should come first."
Qin Yufeng Qingyun said calmly: "You should come first, otherwise you will have no chance as soon as I speak."
Listening to Qin Yu's provocative words.
However, Chen Chao was not angry, and simply said: "Thank you very much, Qin Yu, Prince-in-law for your concern."
There is no need for him to show off his rhetoric to Qin Yu now, as long as his strength is real.
Then, the old Confucian scholar next to Chen Chao stood up and said, "The old man shows his ugliness, "Xia", the pond reflects the mountain temple, and the flying smoke shines on the desk. In front of the temple, there are pine shadows, and the green jade sits on the wind. The monks lean on the railings to sleep, and the fragrance of the lotus blooms.
.The moon is in my heart, and I stand up and the fireflies come."
When this poem landed, everyone raised their eyebrows and savored it secretly.
Compared with the poems written by the previous people, the old Confucian scholar brought by Chen Chao does have something. He doesn't mention Xia in every word, but Xia is everywhere.
No wonder Chen Chao is so confident. It seems that he really invited an expert this time.
But it doesn’t wait for everyone to taste it carefully.
Qin Yu had already stood up and recited casually, ""Moon on the West River: Night Walk on the Yellow Sand Road", the bright moon is frightening at the branches, and the breeze is midnight. The cicadas are chirping. The fragrance of the rice flowers is talking about a good year, and the sound of frogs is heard. Seven or eight stars are outside,
At two or three o'clock in the rain, in front of the mountain. In the old days, by the forest of Maodian Society, I suddenly saw the bridge over the creek when the road turned."
A word fell to the ground.
Everyone quickly pulled away from the old Confucian scholar's "Xia" and merged into Qin Yu's Xijiang Moon.
Don't talk about other people being intoxicated.
Even Chen Chao and the old Confucian scholar were trembling.
They are all people who understand poetry. They naturally have a judgment in their hearts whether Qin Yu's poem is good or not.
Compared with Qin Yu's previous poems, this poem is not that amazing. It can be said to be bland and unpretentious, with no quotations from scriptures, no accumulation of rhetoric, and even the levels it should have are ordinary.
But this kind of plain and extreme simplicity is more down-to-earth and can better express the emotions of summer. It has reached a very high level.
"Seven or eight stars are out in the sky, and two or three drops of rain are in front of the mountain. I think this sentence is the most wonderful thing to write. The sparse stars are obscured by dark clouds, and a few drops of rain fall. Isn't this the leisurely feeling of summer?"
"He deserves to be called Qin Yu's son-in-law, a master of poetry. With his simple and unpretentious words and phrases, he expresses summer vividly and vividly. Every word he picks becomes extraordinary. The power of writing always wins the day..."
"The poem "Qin Yu's Prince Consort" is simple yet realistic, continuous yet abrupt, the scenery is all before your eyes, yet unique. It is really a hand-crafted poem that captures Xia Ke's painting. It's wonderful, wonderful.
Zai..."
"This poem describes the most common summer scenery, such as the moon, magpies, wind and cicadas, but after Qin Yu's consort's clever modification, it appears extraordinary and wonderful."
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Everyone in the hall sighed as they recalled Qin Yu's song "Moon on the West River·Walking on the Yellow Sand Road at Night".
When I first heard it, I didn’t know the meaning of the words, but when I heard it again, I already understood the meaning of the words.
This poem can withstand scrutiny and aftertaste.
Compared with the song "Xia" by the old Confucian scholar brought by Chen Chao, it seemed extremely empty.
Therefore, which one of the two poems is stronger and which one is weaker will be judged.
Everyone in the palace couldn't help but look at Qin Yu, the admiration in their eyes deepened. He was truly worthy of being the Prince Consort of the Wei Dynasty.
As long as Qin Yu is involved in the field, he can achieve perfection, which is really admirable.
The old Confucian scholar looked at Qin Yu blankly, still recalling "Moon on the West River: Night Walk on the Yellow Sand Road" in his heart. It is such an ordinary and unpretentious poem, but it can make people immersed in the beauty of summer.
Unconsciously inserting yourself into it, the image is very strong.
Isn't this the embodiment of a good poem?
Although he didn't want to admit it, he could only accept defeat today.
Although the old Confucian scholar had heard of Qin Yu's poetry, he still did not believe how Qin Yu could have such a strong foundation in poetry at such a young age.
Because this is not something that can be created simply by having talent, it requires a certain amount of life experience.
The most important thing is that Qin Yu writes lyrics very fast, which can be called a monster.
But no matter what, he lost this battle. If Qin Yu was the first to speak, he really wouldn't be able to take action.
Chen Chao stared at Qin Yu, gritting his teeth in anger.
He couldn't understand why Qin Yu, who was almost the same age as Qin Yu, was so talented and had such excellent works, and just talked about them casually. He was simply not a good person!
Chen Chao invited everyone who wrote poems from the Chen Kingdom, but unexpectedly he still lost.
At this time, Emperor Wei was in a good mood. He stood up and glanced at everyone in the palace, "Everyone, the ten poems have ended. As for which poem will win the first place, you don't need me to say it? I think everyone already knows it.
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Qin Yu looked at Chen Chao with a calm expression on his face, "Fifth Prince, if you are not convinced, you can come again, but you have to increase the money. The bet is one hundred thousand taels of gold. Do you dare?"
Listen to Qin Yu's words.
Everyone in the hall unconsciously exclaimed.
A bet of one hundred thousand taels of gold?
He is truly worthy of being Qin Yu's consort, and he is bold in his actions.
Chen Chao was furious, his eyes were scarlet, and he was furious. He really didn't dare to accept such a big bet.