Qilin son from a poor family, the son is unparalleled in the world Chapter 84 The Yingshui flows eastward and washes away all the blood from the mustache and beard.
Chapter 84 The Yingshui flows eastward and washes away all the blood from the mustache and beard.
A passionate poem.
Shangguan Lanxi's apricot eyes were filled with admiration.
Mo Wanqing looked at Zhang Xiuran who was laughing wantonly, a gentle smile appeared on his cold face, and the corners of his mouth raised.
The Gong siblings looked at Ye Qing with complicated eyes.
But Gong Yuxiu, who was called Jinling Linzi by all the talented people in Jinling, was not discouraged.
Bang bang bang!
Gong Yuxiu took a step forward, clapped her hands heartily and said:
"What a line about someone drunkenly claiming to be a fairy in poetry."
"Young Master Ye, Mr. Zhang, this poem is so heroic."
The next moment.
He turned around and looked up at Shangguan Lanxi on the third deck and said:
"Sister Lanxi, can you show me their poems?"
"I can't wait to see your poems."
Suddenly.
The talented scholars around him all echoed:
"Young Master Gong is right. Miss Shangguan, can you read the poems of these two young masters first so that we can admire them?"
"I would like to see what kind of elegant poetry such an arrogant and domineering person can write."
"Hmph, do you really think that writing poetry is as casual as drinking and eating? What a big tone. I dare to say that I can write three hundred poems and essays. It is really laughable."
…
Under the moon-white curtain, Gong Yuli frowned slightly, feeling a little disappointed when she saw her brother taking the lead.
She thought to herself: "Yu Xiu was so well protected by her family. Originally, Ye Qing and Zhang Xiuran became the targets of public criticism."
"Even if the two have outstanding poetic talents and surpass Yuxiu, they will not have much impact on Yuxiu."
"If you lose, Yuxiu will win without a fight."
"But now, when Yuxiu opens her mouth, it becomes a battle of spirits. It's okay if you win, but if you lose..."
Gong Yuli sighed
But she also knew that the young man was high-spirited and unwilling to be inferior to others.
While thinking about it, Shangguan Lanxi in front of her couldn't wait to say:
"Everyone, please be patient. I'm going to look through the poems of the two young masters."
Gong Yuxiu and everyone stood up and said:
"Thank you, Miss Shangguan!"
The slender catkins just landed on the pile of rice paper that had not yet been turned.
The loud chanting rang in everyone's ears.
"The light rain in the sky is as moist as crisp, and the color of grass looks far away but is invisible. The most beneficial thing about spring is that it is better than the smoke and willows all over the imperial capital."
Everyone looked at Ye Qing standing with his head held high in amazement.
Ye Qing took a deep breath, raised his eyebrows and said solemnly:
"The moon is shining brightly in the summer time, and the people who have marched thousands of miles have not yet returned. But the flying generals of Wolf City are here, and they will not be called the Northern Lights to travel to the Yinshan Mountains!"
hiss!
The sounds of gasps came and went.
Everyone's hair stood on end as they looked in shock at Ye Qing, who had a look of iron blood and loneliness on his body.
"Good, good poem, a good frontier poem."
"Master Ye's love for his family and country can be seen in the sun and the moon."
"Good poem. If General He Fei from Wolf City is still here, how dare Beiguang Kingdom go south into the Yinshan Mountains on our border."
"Not to mention anything else, I am impressed by this patriotism."
…
A well-known scholar with a complicated expression then bowed to Ye Qing respectfully.
Gong Yuli was as white as snow, her hands folded in front of her belly were clenched suddenly.
Under the moon-white curtain, his eyes were full of emotion.
Shangguan Lanxi's breathing was rapid, and the light in his apricot eyes could not be increased.
After Ye Qing bowed his hands to everyone in return, he sighed:
"There are fifty strings of brocade strings for no reason, each string and one column reminds me of my good years.
Zhuang Sheng was fascinated by butterflies in his morning dream, and looked forward to the emperor's spring heart filled with cuckoos."
When Shangguan Lanxi heard this poem, his mind roared and his heart broke without trace.
She picked it up softly, put it on her chest, and thought to herself:
"Is Zhuang Sheng his self-explanation?"
"He, does he already have a sweetheart that he can't love?"
"Wangdi, who is as beautiful as a butterfly, must be a perfect woman."
"I can only think about it in my dreams, he is really an infatuated man."
The sad Shangguan Lanxi, even though she was sad, once again covered Ye Qing's body with a gorgeous veil called infatuation because of love at first sight.
Behind Ye Qing.
The Shanshui Silver Fan was lightly tapped on the tip of his nose, and Zhang Xiuran looked at the long back in front of him with playful eyes.
Then look at the goose-yellow veil on the third deck, the almond-shaped eyes full of sadness.
He thought to himself:
"This guy is really scary. He is the number one gunman in Pinglefang. He truly deserves his reputation."
"I've obviously never experienced love, but just thinking about it, it's such a sentimental and heartbreaking love poem."
"Look how sad the little girl is."
"I have to explain it. If the misunderstanding is serious, my first time as a matchmaker will end in vain."
The silver fan held a flower, held it firmly in his hand, and looked at Gong Yuxiu with a complicated expression with interest.
Then, Ye Qing scanned the audience and said calmly: "Hanlin has a well-established reputation as a scholar."
As soon as this poem came out.
The faces of everyone in the audience changed, and they lowered their eyebrows in deep thought.
Some people looked angry, looking at Ye Qing's handsome and indifferent face, wishing to punch him twice.
Some people were thinking about it, and then they had a lot of thoughts, and then, with shame on their faces, they bowed to Ye Qing again.
Gong Yuxiu, who also had a complicated expression, trembled all over after thinking for a moment.
His eyes returned to their former clarity, and his body returned to its former humility and gentleness. He smiled and bowed to Ye Qing, saying:
"Mr. Ye, Yu Xiu was rude just now. I would like to be taught a lesson."
Ye Qing smiled gently and returned the greeting with his hands raised:
"Mr. Gong, your words are serious. You should not say that."
Gong Yuxiu was sincerely convinced and said: "Young Master's poetic talents are rare in my life. Only these four poems should be the leaders of today's poetry meeting."
"Can Mr. Ye please continue and let me listen to the second question of Shui and Cheng?"
The talented scholars around him were unwilling to admit defeat when they saw Gong Yuxiu, but facts speak louder than words.
At the same time, I have deep admiration for Gong Yuxiu, who is truly a magnanimous young man.
Ye Qing smiled and said: "The Yingshui flows eastward and washes away all the blood from the mustache and beard."
Another war poem with a sense of injustice.
Gong Yuli's heart felt again.
Under the moon-white curtain, beautiful eyes are shining.
And this time.
Shangguan Lanxi had already taken out the rice paper signed Ye Qing.
She looked at the wonderful calligraphy on the skinny body.
Look at the poems above that may be majestic, exquisite, or profound.
The atrium of my heart was hit crazily by the little deer in my heart.
Don’t wait for Gong Yuxiu and others to appreciate this poem.
Ye Qing bowed his hands and said apologetically:
"As for the city title, I have already racked my brains for the first five questions. After much thought, I decided to replace it with a poem based on the city title."
Everyone's eyes showed disappointment, but they were also convinced.
"But the flying generals of Longcheng are here, and I don't want to call Beiyuan to visit Yinshan."
This poem is full of dissatisfaction with the current situation and expectations for home and country, which is comparable to Gong Yuxiu's "Drinking in the capital city, drunk in the bright building and sleepless".
Even for those literati who are passionate about serving their country, Ye Qing's poems are even better.
Gong Yuxiu felt bitter in her heart.
How could Ye Qing, who was able to compose five masterpieces, not be able to come up with the word "city" and use the word "general" instead?
This leaves room for him to prevent Gong Yuxiu from losing so miserably.
"There are people outside the world, and there is a sky outside the world." Gong Yuxiu said sincerely, bowing to Ye Qing and saying: "Master Zhang is right, my god is right, the number of people who have a spring of literary thoughts is like a carp crossing the river. The jade is beautiful, but the mouse's eyes are short-sighted."
God inspires poetry with only one stone, and Jinling alone has eight buckets.
Among the eight talented men, the unmatched Jinling Linzi was defeated, completely defeated.
The talented scholars around him sighed and sighed, but everyone was really convinced.
At this time.
One person suddenly said: "Before I leave, I overheard that Mr. Ye once said that your poetic talent is much worse than Mr. Zhang. I wonder if you can let us admire Mr. Zhang's literary talent."
moment.
A group of talented scholars all looked at Zhang Xiuran expectantly.
Zhang Xiuran heard the sound and went away, but there were so many people around him that he couldn't be sure who was causing the fire.
Ye Qing listened to this somewhat familiar voice and thought to himself:
"Fortunately, I was prepared."
He turned around and said to Zhang Xiuran: "Mr. Zhang, do you think you should recite it, or should I invite Miss Shangguan to come?"
The unruly Zhang Xiuran looked down on everyone and said:
"Poetry party, meeting friends through literature, I will recite the inscription with the word 'city' written by me."
"Let you know that this young master is not an arrogant and arrogant person."