Chapter 313: The Pot-Throwing Ceremony, Looking at each other
With a bang, a bunch of fireworks lit up in the night sky, seven times in a row, and the rumbling sound echoed in all directions.
There was a commotion in the Turtle Garden.
Apart from the sound, there is nothing special about this firework, the main thing is its meaning.
The stars are shining outside the clouds, and the flying embers are falling in front of the steps.
After the fireworks dissipate, it’s time for the poetry session to begin.
Just listen to the sound of a gong, and the poetry meeting officially begins.
In Fulin Hall, Li Xuanzhuo cupped his hands towards Kong Jirui beside him: "Mr. Shaoting, please!"
Yan Shenggong returned the favor and said, "Mr. Tiantai, please come too."
The two laughed and left the table together.
Kong Jirui stood in front of a desk not far away, picked up a brush and wrote a few words on the rice paper that had been laid out.
At the same time, Li Xuanzhu was standing in the hall. Someone had already handed over four feather arrows, and Li Xuanzhu took them one by one and threw them towards the arrow pot in front.
Soon after the four arrows were thrown, the singer beside the arrow pot sang loudly: "Mr. Tiantai, the whole pot!"
"Full pot!"
"Full pot!"
After three calls, the sounds were transmitted one after another, and everyone in the garden could hear it clearly.
In Xiuzhu Pavilion, Changbai smiled at Jia Lan and said: "As expected of Mr. Tiantai, I am not as good as him."
The so-called full pot means that all the pots hit.
Immediately afterwards, the singing officer loudly said: "Four full pots, shoot the cross!"
Kong Jirui picked up a pen dipped in cinnabar and drew a circle on the rice paper. The waiter on the side lifted the rice paper and walked to the center to unfold it.
What is circled in red ink is the word "name".
The singing officer looked at it and immediately sang again: "Name, Ping Ba Geng."
The consistent rule of the Turtle Garden Poetry Society is that two highly respected scholars, one of whom randomly writes down ten characters with different rhymes, and the other throws a pot nearby, calculates the sequence from one to ten based on the number of hits, and then comes up with a rhyme for the participants.
Scholars from the Poetry Society composed a poem based on this, with any subject matter.
Pot throwing is not just a game, it is an extension of the shooting ceremony.
Lu Dalin, a great scholar of the Song Dynasty, wrote in the "Book of Rites": "Tossing a pot means shooting finely. During banquets, shooting is used to entertain the guests, and to teach skills by getting used to appearance." Sima Guang also wrote: "It must begin with
When Yan is drinking, he wants to entertain his guests, or he is sick and cannot shoot, so he raises the utensils between the banquets to send the shooting."
The throwing pot is an extension of the shooting ceremony and has many similarities in etiquette.
The three skills of archery, calligraphy, and counting were used in setting the title. Music was played at the beginning, and all the scholars sat down with courtesy. In the end, the first place in the poetry competition was decided and presented with a BMW.
A poetry meeting coincides with the six arts. This way of setting the title is really unique. No wonder the Guiyuan Poetry Meeting is famous all over the world, and there is no one like it.
The singing officer sang the rhyme of this poetry meeting one by one. In each pavilion, the scholars who had presented pens, inks, paper and inkstones all bowed their heads and thought hard. According to the rules, they need to burn a stick of incense (about thirty minutes).
He composed a poem within a certain period of time and handed it over to the boy to present it to the great scholars at Fulu Hall for comment.
Since the questions are randomly chosen, it is natural to eliminate those people who secretly find ghostwriters and bring them in.
Writing poetry has never been Jia Lan's strong point. He changed his mind and came to the poetry meeting more because he wanted to experience the various aspects of life. After thinking about it for a while, he wrote a poem and then pretended to think with a pen. In fact, he was silently observing his surroundings.
Changbai is sitting at attention, but has not yet started writing.
As for Chang Feng, Chang Shu, and the three girls Ming Lan, their attention was not on their brother, but their eyes were attracted by the stage on the lake.
At this time, the dancers in the studio were dancing the Hu Xuan dance happily.
Even though the stage is made of small boats, with only iron chains fixed around it, it floats on the lake after all. Every dance step will cause the stage to sway slightly.
The dancers in the studio on the stage all have graceful gaits, moving lightly without being affected at all.
It's exactly like "I raise my sleeves when I sing a string song, and the snow flutters and dances".
She is worthy of being a Jiaofang dancer. The Hu Xuan dance is delicate but not coquettish, elegant and refined.
The fifth master of the Xu family simply stood up, hugged his wife and leaned on the railing to watch. The poems in the poetry meeting had long been forgotten by him.
It seems that as he said, he came here solely to watch the show.
Many spectators also imitated Xu Lingkuan's example and leaned on the railings of the Xiuzhu Pavilion to enjoy the dance.
People whispered to each other and pointed, which was a pity for the scholars who composed the poems.
Jia Lan clearly saw that some of them were biting their lips, some were sweating on their foreheads, and some were glancing at the lake with expressions of yearning and helplessness.
Continuous singing and dancing during poetry writing is also a major feature of the Turtle Garden Poetry Society. It is said that a businessman put forward the idea at a certain poetry conference, saying that it can not only provide great visual and auditory entertainment for visitors to the garden, but also exercise the emotions of scholars.
, but people think he is just trying to promote his music camp.
People originally thought that such an out-of-touch suggestion would definitely be rejected, but they didn’t expect Xiandai Yanshenggong to laugh loudly after hearing it and actually agreed.
Eleven Niang and Wu Niang were the very few who were still sitting in their seats, and Jia Lan only discovered them at this moment.
He once heard Eleven Niang mention that there was a sister who came to Beijing with her. Now that he saw her, Jia Lan couldn't help but take a closer look at the fifth Niang of the Luo family.
Luo Shiniang has an outstanding appearance, and her appearance is somewhat similar to Shiniang, but upon closer inspection, there are differences in temperament between the two.
She has a face that is both angry and happy, but there is an unconcealable melancholy on her eyebrows, which overlaps with the agarwood beads she is constantly rubbing in her hand to form an unclear picture.
How strange.
At this moment, in Jia Lan's eyes, whether it is the fifth or eleventh mother of the Luo family, their eyebrows are full of sorrow and anxiety. Among the happy and enthusiastic audience, the two depressed people seem particularly abrupt.
Suddenly, Eleven Niang, who was feeling something, raised her head and met Jialan's searching eyes.
Jia Lan smiled friendly at Eleven Niang and nodded, but she was so frightened that the other party looked away in panic.
Jialan scratched his head in confusion.
For Eleven Niang, time seems to have stopped at this moment.
The sounds disappeared, and everyone around them stopped moving.
She never expected that at such a moment, Jia Lan would stop writing and look around, and even look at herself. It was clear that she and Wu Niang had already sat as far as possible to the edge.
She wanted to look away, but she couldn't help it. Eleven Niang couldn't help but think of her experience of going north with Jialan, and that burning, blood-filled night, and her face slowly became incomprehensible.
Eleven Niang glanced at Wu Niang, who was also a little distracted, and smiled bitterly to herself.
Even Wu Niang, who is so favored by the eldest wife, cannot resist, let alone herself?
A dispensable concubine...
The eldest sister Yuan Niang's illness has been recurring. She was in good spirits a few days ago. During the Chinese New Year, she accidentally caught some cold and fell ill again. It took her more than ten days to get better. Before this poetry meeting, Eleven Niang
She had already expressed her wish to serve Yuanniang's soup and medicine in the palace, but Yuanniang was right, and instead tried her best to persuade Yongping Marquis Xu Lingyi to bring her two sisters to attend.
Although Luo Yuanniang and Xu Lingyi were at odds, Marquis Yongping was a man of honor and would keep his word when he promised. However, before leaving, an angel came to the palace and summoned Marquis Yongping to the palace to discuss the military affairs. So the old lady took the decision and let the five members of the Xu family
I and the head of Danyang County attended on my behalf, and also brought two girls from the Luo family with me.
The old lady of the Xu family spoke, and Luo Yuanniang couldn't object even though she was depressed inside. Her condition became a little worse, which made the Eleven Niang sisters even more anxious. The situation in the Xu family was far more complicated than they expected.
Since Yuqiuyi, Jialan has become like a white moonlight in the eyes of Shiyiniang.
Seeing this, Eleven Niang's heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and she had thousands of words stuck in her chest. She wanted to say something, but she couldn't.
She just wanted to find someone to rely on, and Jialan's figure appeared in her mind inexplicably.
[Alas, no matter how powerful Jie Yuanlang is, he can't control what happens to him.]
Eleven Niang sighed.
After all, reality is reality. No matter how powerful Jia Lan is, he cannot change the plan of the eldest wife of the Luo family. In the end, he can only become a pawn in the hands of others.
[But... I still want to take a look... Yes, I just want to have someone to rely on, even if it is just an illusion.]
Eleven Niang calmed down her emotions slightly and began to move her eyes.
Soon, something surprising happened to her.
Jia Lan actually kept looking at her.
Seeing the surprise in Eleven Niang's eyes, Jia Lan smiled at her again.
At this time, Eleven Niang felt that all the anxiety and anguish in her heart suddenly disappeared, leaving only warmth and satisfaction.
Clang!
"The gong sounds, it's time!"
The singing officer shouted loudly, and the scholars had no choice but to stop writing no matter how unwilling they were. A row of boys who had already stood outside the pavilion filed in, stood in front of the scholars, bowed to them, and then picked them up.
The works were submitted one by one to the judges of Fufeng Hall.