Now that the next round of written examinations on Su Qian's side was about to begin, she was a little unable to move away at this time.
If I had known that the little princess in the palace was so playful, I would not have brought Xu Qing here.
This way he wouldn't be in such a situation.
Thinking of this, Su Qian felt a little guilty. Just because she wanted to leave quickly, she accidentally pulled Xu Qing into the water...
She doesn't want to see this situation now.
But how can you not follow the rules of the palace when you are in the palace?
She could only wait until she left before giving Xu Qing some compensation.
Xu Qing, who was in a remote corner, was already full of food and wine... ahem... full of tea and cakes...
"belch--"
Xu Qing burped casually. He didn't expect that this prince's poem would be so good, and he could still get enough cakes while fishing.
This is extremely generous for the prince!
Thinking of this, Xu Qing couldn't help but feel a little fond of this prince whom he had never met before.
How could a prince be so bad who is willing to spend all this money on making pastries to satisfy his guests?
Just as Xu Qing was thanking the wise king in his heart, a voice suddenly came to his ears: "Master, please write the poems you have finished on paper so that I can sort them out."
"Poetry?"
Didn’t you say in the previous rounds that everyone should write poetry?
How come in this round, I can come here and ask for it?
What poems do you know how to write?
Not to mention knowing how to write, he didn't even know what the title was and didn't even pay attention to it.
He just came here to eat and drink...
Xu Qing asked doubtfully: "Does it have to be written?"
The book boy shook his head and said, "You don't have to write..."
Xu Qing said matter-of-factly: "Oh, no..."
The boy said: "If you don't write, you will be punished by making faces in public..."
Xu Qing couldn't help but widen his eyes: "When will the punishment be given? Who decided it! Why was everything okay in the first four rounds?"
The book boy said with some embarrassment: "Just now... Master, you should write a poem or fill in a line, otherwise you will be embarrassed later..."
Shutong felt bad, too. He had participated in many poetry gatherings with his family members, but this was the first time he could not write anything and made faces in public...
Is poetry something you can have if you want it?
Doesn't this depend on inspiration?
Even Shen Xubai, who had outstanding literary talent and was known as the most talented scholar in Yongzhou, did not always contribute poems.
Isn’t this forcing others to do something difficult?
Xu Qing asked again: "Is there anything written?"
The book boy shook his head and said: "There is no one else but the young master..."
At this time, Xu Qing suddenly saw a head sticking out from behind a big tree, looking at him as if watching a good show.
His face already showed the joy of getting revenge in advance.
Does it have something to do with her?
Is she setting herself up?
She actually increased the poem punishment at will?
This girl’s identity doesn’t look simple!
But regardless of whether it was related to this girl or not, Xu Qing must come up with a poem or lyrics today.
Otherwise, the entire palace will just make faces by itself...
Although no one in the palace except Su Qian knows him now, he is also a face-saving person!
Xu Qing looked at the book boy and asked awkwardly: "What is the title of this round of poetry?"
The book boy couldn't help but widen his eyes when he heard this sentence!
I don’t even know the title of the poem!
So what is he doing here?
The book boy looked at the empty plates on the table...well, this one is here to eat and drink...
No wonder I'm sitting in such a remote place...
Thinking of this, the book boy couldn't help but have a bit of contempt for Xu Qing in his eyes.
At such an important time as the Wangfu Poetry Festival, there are still people who are so dismissive!
This is really unreasonable!
But the book boy still said: "This round's topic is Dragon Boat Festival."
The title of the poetry meeting was decided by drawing lots by Sun Xuezheng. With so many lots, any title could be included.
And now the topic of this round is Dragon Boat Festival.
But even though the book boy told him the title, he still didn't believe that the young man in front of him who had been eating and drinking all the time, and who didn't even know the title if he hadn't told him, could write something good about the Dragon Boat Festival in this short period of time.
Poetry comes.
If you can't do it then, you will have to make faces in public.
To be honest, he has seen people making faces, but he has never seen a scholar make faces in front of all the respectable men in Yongzhou...
Speaking of the Dragon Boat Festival, Xu Qing immediately thought of a poem, but only this one!
Alas, Xu Qing sighed in his heart, Mr. Dongpo, I didn’t mean to copy your poems. Please understand me.
This is not my intention!
Originally, Xu Qing only planned to do business and had no plans to become a copywriter, but today's situation is pressing...
I can only do it as a last resort...
He took off the paper and pen from the tray in the book boy's hand, dipped some ink on it, and Xu Qing picked up the pen and wrote:
Light sweat slightly penetrates the blue sky, and I bathe in fragrant orchids during the Dragon Boat Festival in the Ming Dynasty. The fragrance fills the Qingchuan.
The colorful thread is lightly wrapped around the ruby arm, and the small talisman hangs diagonally on the green cloud servant girl. The beautiful lady has been meeting each other for a thousand years.
The book boy watched from the side. Every word Xu Qing wrote changed from contempt at first to surprise. Seeing Xu Qing write the last sentence, the book boy's eyes turned into deep admiration!
Although he is a book boy and cannot write any good poems or lyrics, he has been with the academic master for many years and his appreciation ability is still very good.
And the young man in front of me, who just didn't know the title, was able to complete such a masterpiece in an instant... No! Just saying it is a masterpiece is an insult to this poem, it should be said to be a masterpiece handed down from generation to generation!
This word is enough to be remembered for generations to come!
Xu Qing shamelessly wrote his name next to the song "Huanxisha Dragon Boat Festival"...
Oops, this poem made both sides of his face feel a little hot.
Taking other people's things as your own really makes you feel a little uncomfortable...
The book boy watched Xu Qing finish writing and consciously bowed down so that Xu Qing could more conveniently place the poem on the tray in his hand.
After releasing it, Xu Qing waved his hand casually, "Oh, I'm too embarrassed to see anyone..."
However, if you don't copy the poem, you will have to make a face, and Su Qian in the attic will probably see it...
Su Qian might have to see Su Qian every day in the future. Xu Qing could clearly distinguish between temporary embarrassment and lifelong embarrassment.
Fortunately, Xu Qing still practiced calligraphy for two years.
It’s not too bad to write today.
As for why you practice calligraphy?
There is a thought that your mother thinks you want to...
Although Xu Qing had no emotions about calligraphy at the time, Xu Qing's mother was interested in calligraphy and enrolled Xu Qing in a two-month soft-pen calligraphy crash course.
My mother also said at that time that I would always use it after I practice calligraphy!
Now Xu Qing looks back on what happened back then and feels that her mother was really prescient!
Isn’t this useful?!
If I hadn’t practiced calligraphy so hard back then, I would now be able to draw out lines of earthworms with just a few words...
It is estimated that Xu Qing can be despised by the talented people in the entire poetry meeting...