Lu Chen didn't pay too much attention to the three great talents. He didn't care whether the reputation of this talent was unfounded or worthy of the name. He only took a fancy to Min Feng in the elegant seat.
Not only because Min Feng was famous among the students, even he had heard about it, but also because Min Feng had become a disciple of Xia Qing.
The reason why Lu Chen proposed this was firstly to watch the excitement, and secondly to give some face to Min Feng and Fu Yanshan over there.
No one objected to Lu Chen's proposal, and everyone applauded.
Gu Chengyu took a cold look at the surroundings. It seemed that at this moment, Lu Chen had the highest family background in Tianxiang Pavilion. Those with higher status might still look down on such a night banquet. After all, Tianxiang Pavilion is a brothel, and those dignitaries would not
Get in easily.
Hua Lian was very anxious. Although she had confidence in Mr. Gu, with so many students, it would be difficult to think first. She felt that she was really stupid.
When she came back from the cell that day, she asked for directions directly to Gu Mansion, intending to find Ming Mo. Unexpectedly, the concierge said that Ming Mo was not in the manor, so she wanted to go back to Tianxiang Pavilion first and come to find him tomorrow.
Mother Hua only promised her an hour, and she didn't dare to go back too late. For brothel girls like them, the deeds of prostitution were all in the hands of Mother Hua, and they were also filed with the government. If they wanted to eliminate their low status, they had to start from
Mother Hua got the deed of sale in her hand.
Unexpectedly, as soon as she returned to Tianxiang Pavilion, she was taken into custody by Mother Hua. She did not dare to take out the jade pendant. Mother Hua saw it and would definitely take it away. There was no one she trusted around her, no one
Can redeem her.
Hua Lian was worried about whether she could escape from the prison, but the other side was getting excited.
"The yellow flower has no owner and is left alone in the winding paths.
Just spend your money on makeup, and spend your whole life with the west wind.”
Lu Chen took a quick look at Jiang Cheng's hand and found that it was Fu Yanshan who did it. Who would have thought that the bookworm would still have his wits about him? But this poem obviously has nothing to do with women in brothels, but the mention of makeup and powder is barely there.
It’s a fitting moment!
"This poem is good, but it doesn't seem to match today's atmosphere. I guess it's a bit confusing, not to mention that there are many talented people here this time."
As soon as this poem was read out, other talented people commented one after another.
Lu Chen shook his head. A nerd is still a nerd. I am afraid that he has never had any reverie about women, so the poems he wrote have little to do with brothels. However, the poems are good poems, but it is a pity that they are not suitable for the occasion. Everyone thinks so too,
Naturally, it can only be ruled out.
"Liyu Fanglin faces the high pavilion, the new clothes are gorgeous and the quality is alluring
Yinghu Ningjiao didn't come in for a moment, but came out of the curtain and greeted him with a smile.
The face of the enchantress is like a flower with dew, and the jade trees illuminate the backyard
Flowers bloom and fall but they don’t last long, they fall red all over the ground and then return to silence!”
Jiang Cheng continued reading, and when he looked at the signature at the bottom, it turned out to be Min Feng. This was Min Feng's writing style. Min Feng had circulated many poems, and everyone was even familiar with them.
Lu Chen nodded. As a noble son, even if he didn't take the examination for merit, he was brought up under the guidance of famous masters. He is the second son of the eldest son, and his status is noble. He often goes to school with his eldest brother. The master's teachings are extremely strict.
He is strict, so his ability to appreciate poetry and poetry is very good.
Needless to say whether this poem is good or not, you can tell just by looking at everyone's expressions. Min Feng's poem made Lu Chen have to nod his head in praise, and everyone couldn't help but look forward to Gu Chengyu's poem.
Gu Chengyu couldn't help but admire him after hearing this. Min Feng made rapid progress and this poem was extremely well done.
"Chengyu! I think you are really a little confused this time! Min Feng's poems are really good. Didn't you see that everyone nodded and praised them? No one has seen your poems before, and I don't know if they will be accepted.
If I had known earlier, you would have written a poem and you would definitely be able to compare with Min Feng."
Zhu Pang was a little unsure about that poem. It was not that he thought it was not well written. On the contrary, he felt that it was very artistic. It was a pity that no one had ever seen the word card.
Among the remaining piles, I picked up the top one and found that it was the poem written by Gu Chengyu.
"The incense of the jade stove and the tears of red wax illuminate the autumn thoughts in the painting hall. The eyebrows are green and thin, the clouds are left on the temples, and the pillow is cold during the long night.
In the sycamore tree, it rains in the middle of the night, and it is not true that love is separated and it is suffering. Every leaf, every sound, drips on the empty steps until the dawn."
"Huh? What format is this? Isn't this a poem?" Before Jiang Cheng finished reading, a student questioned.
While Jiang Cheng was reading, he was also confused. What format is this?
After reading one song! Lu Chen was also very puzzled and asked what everyone present felt.
"Mr. Gu, what is the format of your poem? I'm afraid it doesn't match the seven-character and five-character formats? Please forgive me for being ignorant. I really haven't heard of it." Lu Chen didn't believe that Gu Chengyu even wrote the format wrong, but he
I am somewhat interested in this format.
"That's right, he even said that he wrote good poems. Look, what is he writing?" Some students couldn't help but judge. This is a poem but not really a poem. The format is very strange.
"I think this poem is very novel. We all follow the style of our predecessors in writing poems. Gu Chengyu can actually create a precedent. Isn't it much better than those of us who just copy others' wisdom?"
Some of them are still somewhat impressed, although it will take some time for everyone to accept a new format. But it is undeniable that even those great scholars who are pioneering in this way cannot do it.
Gu Chengyu smiled calmly, "This is a song that can also be used as a tune. It is a song and song that is different from poetry. As for its meaning, I don't need to go into details below, right?"
Lu Chen thought thoughtfully, "In other words, this can be sung as lyrics and music? Then this format was originally created by Mr. Gu?"
"Not really, this is what I saw in a book in my spare time. At that time, there was only one song in it, and I have been studying it with great concentration. Later, it was damaged when the Soldiers and Horses Division entered the mansion and inspected it."
In fact, what Gu Chengyu said was justified. At that time, the Military and Horse Division was inspecting the mansion and checked the books on the bookshelf very carefully. Many of the books were damaged. Although he had collected some ancient books, the bookshelves were damaged.
The book made him feel really sad.
Those people didn't take good care of books. After flipping through the book, they saw that there were no pages or any relevant evidence. After reading one book, they threw away the books and then they were trampled on and torn. When Gu Chengyu came back, the study was already there.
Mingmo and the others have sorted it out, but there are a lot of books missing, and the rest still needs to be repaired.
Not only that, there were also some slightly valuable items missing from the house, such as jade pendants, purses and smaller ornaments that he usually looked down on. It was like locusts passing through the border. It was true. Gu Chengyu couldn't help but feel proud of his previous wise actions.
give a like.
When everyone heard it, they couldn't help but feel sorry. This was the creation of another poetry style. Since it was a cipai, it could also be used as poetry for people to sing. It was the creation of a genre, which is really admirable.
Although some people are sarcastic, and some people don't know how to appreciate it, most of the people here are still knowledgeable, and they can accept this kind of word card.
"Since we have created a poetry style and school, I have to send this Ci tablet to the great Confucian scholars for their judgment. What do you think?"