Li Tianlan sat opposite Tang Ning and had been looking at him for a long time.
No one loses, so Tangning also looked up at her.
After a while, Li Tianlan finally couldn't help but asked: "What exactly do you want to do?"
He had just written ten poems, and she also watched him write ten. When she wrote the first poem, she felt that his poems were indeed well-deserved. When she wrote the second poem, she felt that his poetry was better than rumored.
Even more impressive, when she was writing the third poem, she thought he was the best person she knew at writing poetry.
When she wrote the tenth song, she thought he was crazy.
To throw out ten excellent Shangyuan poems in such a high-profile manner is not something that someone who often talks about "somewhat understanding" would do.
"I just came to the capital, and I'm almost running out of money. I'm going to use this method to make some money." Tang Ning looked at her and explained, "Write a few more songs, it's safe."
Li Tianlan looked at him and asked, "Do you think I will believe it?"
Tang Ning pointed out the window and pointed to another Accord and said: "I have a blood feud with the Tang family of the capital. The second young master of the Tang family is sitting there. That shameless person bought ten poems and wanted to win the first prize tonight. I
If you don’t want to see him get proud, just use these poems to crush him to death, it’s that simple.”
Li Tianlan looked at him for a long time, and then said: "If you don't have enough money, just tell me and I will give it to you. What you do is an insult to politeness."
When a man encounters difficulties, he should face them head on and solve his own problems.
If he even needs a woman to provide him with living expenses, what has he become?
Since ancient times, the Lantern Festival has been a very important festival. There are countless poems about the Lantern Festival. Even the ancients such as Su Shi, Qin Guan, Xin Qiji, and Ouyang Xiu could not copy them, but there are still less than half of the Tang Dynasty.
There is a girl from Qingzhao who has never appeared. How many poems can be copied during the 300th anniversary of the Ming Dynasty?
I'm sorry, Cui Ye, Cui Yushi, I'm sorry, Miss Qingzhao, I'm sorry, Miss Shuzhen, I'm sorry, Bachelor of Dongyang...
Throwing out the works of different dynasties and poets with different styles at once, it is an understatement to say that they are insulting to elegance. This is a ten-fold personality split, which in popular terms is neurosis.
But since you have decided to make a decision, you must make it absolutely foolproof.
Li Tianlan looked at him, without asking any more questions, and looked in the direction of the Accord he just pointed at.
…
Natural residence, on the high platform of the main hall.
An old man with white hair took a sip of tea and asked, "Are there any more poems to send?"
"No more." The old man in green looked around and said, "It's almost time. Why don't we settle on these ten songs and ask Miss Su Mei to come out."
"That's what I meant." The white-haired old man nodded. Just as he stood up, someone suddenly ran up to the high platform and placed a stack of papers on the table in front of him.
"You just took it out now, what did you do just now?" The white-haired old man looked at him, frowned and said: "Today's poetry meeting will no longer accept new works, you can take it away."
Xiao Fu thought for a while, looked at him and said, "Then I will tell Mr. Xiao when I get back that today's poetry meeting will not accept new works."
The white-haired old man was stunned for a moment, then looked at him again, pursed his lips, and said: "The Lantern Festival Poetry Festival only happens once a year. The opportunity is not easy, so I will make an exception today."
He could not afford to offend Xiao Jue, Young Master Xiao. He even thought that as long as the poem was not too bad, he would give him face and put it among these ten poems to prevent Young Master Xiao from causing trouble to him in the future.
He lowered his head and looked slightly strange. He sat down again, looked at the people around him, and said, "Come and take a look..."
"Don't push the jade leaking silver pot, the iron gate and the golden lock are clearly open. Who can sit idle when they see the moon? Where can I hear the lamp but not look at it?" One person stroked his beard and said: "Yes, this is the first thing I have seen today.
A quatrain and a few words describe the grand occasion of the Lantern Festival in the capital in one sentence. Young Master Xiao bought... This poem is not bad."
"In the Tang Dynasty, Cui Ye composed five poems called "Shangyuan Night", which were his last poems. They are also seven unique poems. This poem seems to be even better."
"You have also thought of this. If you put this one together, I would have thought that Cui Ye's "Shangyuan Night" composed six poems..."
"So, this poem should be among the top ten?"
"Come in."
“It can be ranked first among the top ten.”
The white-haired old man nodded and said: "If this poem is accepted, one must be eliminated from the ten..."
He thought for a while and said: "Tang Zhao's last song "Yuan Ri" was ranked at the bottom of the top ten. Do you have any objections to replacing his "Yuan Ri" with "Shang Yuan Ye"?"
Everyone nodded.
The old man in green shirt glanced in the direction of a certain Accord and responded: "As it should be."
"Then..." The white-haired old man handed over the poem and was about to speak when his expression was startled. He looked at his hand and said in surprise: "Any more?"
He looked at a poem written on the second piece of paper with a stunned expression.
As if he realized something, he put the second piece of paper aside and looked at the third one.
Then the fourth one.
The fifth picture.
…
The tenth picture.
Exactly ten.
After coming back to his senses, he sat down with his hands on the table and couldn't help but look at a certain accordion upstairs.
In the pavilion, Xiao Jue looked at Xiao Fu who came in from the outside and asked, "What have you been doing?"
Xiao Fu immediately said: "Go back to the young master, I will send some poems to Mr. Tang."
Xiao Jue looked at Tangning in surprise and asked, "Are you also interested in Tiantianju's prize this time?"
Nonsense, who is not interested in money? He is not Tang Yaoyao, who has such a rich father, nor is he Xiao Jue, who has a rich family and has no worries about food and drink.
He looked at Xiao Jue and asked, "How much will they give you if you can win the title?"
"How much?" Xiao Jue glanced at him in surprise and said, "It seems to be a thousand taels."
Tiantian Juhui offered one thousand taels of silver to the leader of the Poetry Society. This was mainly aimed at those students from poor families. Children from aristocratic families like Tang Zhao must be interested in the opportunity to be alone with Su Mei and to have a good relationship with her.
Tiantianju has been based in the capital for so many years, and its network of relationships is extremely complicated. Being able to be connected with Tiantianju's apparent shopkeeper Su Mei is not something that can be measured with just a thousand taels or ten thousand taels of silver.
"One thousand taels?"
Tang Ning originally thought that the silver reward would be 10,000 taels, but he didn't expect that he would only be given 1,000 taels, which was far from what he expected.
He underestimated the stinginess of Tian Tianju and overestimated the pursuit of the children of the aristocratic families in the capital.
However, he was not originally thinking about the so-called reward.
No matter how small a mosquito is, it is still meat, and one thousand taels is still a huge sum of money for him.
Another Accord.
The young man named Tang Zhao frowned and asked: "Only two songs left?"
Liu Li said with some embarrassment: "It was originally three songs, but at the last moment, Mr. Xiao also sent one. Those people probably didn't want to disgrace him and sent him up to make up the number..."
He smiled and continued: "What's more, I bought most of the selected people. If Miss Su Mei chooses them, they will also give the opportunity to us."
When Tang Zhao heard this, his expression softened slightly.
On the high platform below, the faces of several judges were particularly complicated.
The white-haired old man pursed his dry lips and asked, "What should I do?"
A person next to him smiled bitterly and said, "I don't know."
They had already selected the final ten works.
But at the last moment, Young Master Xiao sent ten more poems. Although none of them were signed, could the ones sent from Young Master Xiao's room belong to someone else?
These ten poems were all Shangyuan poems, and the quality of each poem was extremely high, making them unable to choose between them.
The poems include pastoral and frontier fortresses, the lyrics are bold and graceful, the ambitions of men and the love of women, simple descriptions of scenes, and both sceneries and lyricism, impassioned descriptions of the grand sceneries of the Yuan Dynasty, praises of great rivers and mountains, and others.
The sadness and desolation of being alone reveal the mourning for her deceased husband.
When did Mr. Xiao go to the border?
When did his husband die?
Even if you are just making it up, you can't make it up like this...
They thought that the second young master of the Tang family was shameless enough, but they didn't expect that when Young Master Xiao came out, the second young master of the Tang family was not even qualified to carry his shoes.
He is not only shameless, he is extremely shameless!
