As soon as the words came out of her mouth, Feng Ziying knew that it was terrible. Why did she steal Daiyu's role?
However, seeing Daiyu's surprised look, Feng Ziying realized that Daiyu could no longer compose a poem with such a state of mind. Only she, a time traveler, could come up with such a poem.
With Daiyu's current mentality, she can only happily look forward to marrying into the Feng family next year. She has never been afraid of the marriage partner. Moreover, she is also loved and respected in the Rongguo Mansion, and she is in an extremely relaxed and happy mood. With the money to build the Grand View Garden, she
Almost half of the Lin family has grown up, and no one is qualified to live in this garden like her.
Seeing that all the girls' eyes were on her, Feng Ziying couldn't help but coughed, "What's wrong? It's just a poem, why are you looking at me like this?"
"This couplet of poems by Mr. Xian is indeed exquisite, but the artistic conception is a bit colder." Baochai is also a master of this art, and said with a smile: "On this Mid-Autumn Festival, the whole family is officially reunited to enjoy the moon. Yun Yatou will say it first, and Mr. Xian will say it again.
To put it another way, this artistic conception goes in a sentimental direction and is inappropriate."
Feng Ziying also knew that her sentence was not appropriate for the occasion, but she was able to successfully prove that she was also accomplished in poetry, which could be regarded as something worthwhile.
Others also echoed the comments, saying that Feng Ziying's line of dialogue was excellent, but the mood was sad and inappropriate for the time. They asked Feng Ziying to simply compose a poem about admiring the moon, which suddenly made Feng Ziying's head as big as a bucket.
It was just a casual statement, but suddenly it was elevated to the level of a poet. This was really forcing someone to commit murder.
"Yeah, it's not easy to get together. So many sisters hope that Brother Feng can show off his talents, lest people outside say that Brother Feng is bad at poetry, but the younger sister doesn't believe it." Tan Chun took the lead and said, "Lin
Sister, Girl Yun, do you think so?"
"Yes, as soon as the little sister speaks a word, Brother Feng can immediately confront me. Even though Brother Feng is diligent in court affairs, you can't let those boring scholars in the capital say that you don't even know poetry, lyrics, and songs. You have long been
It’s time to fight back.”
Shi Xiangyun was also very curious about Feng Ziying's poetry skills. In these days, he was a second-level Jinshi and a common scholar, and he was still a compilator at the Hanlin Academy. How could he not be proficient in poetry?
It’s just that Feng Ziying has always been resistant to poetry and poetry, so no one looked into it too deeply. However, they more or less saw Feng Ziying’s handwriting in Lin Daiyu’s two paintings, and realized that Feng Ziying was not incapable of writing poetry, but disdainful of it.
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But for the girls of this era, who doesn’t want the husband in their mind to be a man with both civil and military talents? A prosperous official career is of course the most important, but if he can surpass others in poetry and prose, then
It's really perfect.
Looking at the girls Daiyu, Tanchun, Xiangyun, Yingchun, Xichun, and Xiuyan, their faces were filled with anticipation. Baochai, Baoqin, and even Li Wan and Miaoyu also showed unprecedented curiosity and expectation. The people around them
The girls were also curious, and Feng Ziying felt that it would be a disappointment if she really ran away.
He also remembered a lot of poems about moon appreciation, but most of them were famous lines from Tang and Song dynasties, such as "The bright moon rises from the Tianshan Mountains, between the vast sea of clouds" and "The bright moon rises on the sea, and we share this moment with the world." Such poems only
He was afraid that the girls were more familiar with them than him, so there was no chance for him to plagiarize them. However, he could not remember any of the moon-appreciation poems written after the Qing Dynasty. What should he do?
She wanted to show off in front of the girls, but she didn't have the guts to do it. This made Feng Ziying very embarrassed.
However, in the eyes of a group of girls, Feng Ziying was extremely tall at this time. She was stroking her chin and was silent, her eyes were solemn, and she was obviously thinking about it. Everyone subconsciously calmed down, expecting Feng Ziying to write a poem in seven steps.
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Feng Ziying searched her guts, and Nalan Xingde's and Wang Guowei's poems seemed to have no poems in this area. Even if they did, they seemed to be so sad and melancholy, out of place.
"Sisters and sisters-in-law, Brother Yu is really a little anxious in this moment..." Feng Ziying bit her head and wanted to retreat, but she saw Daiyu, Baochai and Tanchun, the ladies welcoming the spring, full of expectations and emotions.
Looking at him, he couldn't say anything anymore, so he could only cough dryly and said: "Brother Yu can only have a few sentences, but I'm afraid that you sisters will say that you are inappropriate."
"Brother Feng, please stop hesitating. We are all impatient." Shi Xiangyun laughed, "It is said that Brother Feng's fragments must be classics and are widely circulated. There is a saying in Beijing and China. We are all very fond of it.
expect,……"
"Oh, the moonlight is very beautiful today, the west window is white, the moon is shining coldly, and the whole courtyard is covered with lilac snow." This was plagiarized from Wang Guowei, and Feng Ziying had no choice but to squeeze this sentence out of her mind.
All the girls are savoring this sentence carefully. It is really too short and has no upper or lower parts. How can I savor it?
However, all the girls know that Feng Ziying is always like this when it comes to poetry, and often only speaks a few words, but this is enough to prove that Brother Feng's literary talent is beyond the reach of ordinary people.
"Not enough, not enough, Brother Feng, just these two or three sentences, they have a little meaning, but they are hard to fill your stomach." Shi Xiangyun was the first to applaud, but refused to give up: "With such a melting moonlight, isn't Brother Feng right?
Sister Bao, Sister Lin, Second Sister and Girl Qin, do they want to express something?"
This girl, Feng Ziying glared at Shi Xiangyun. It was this girl who always stirred up trouble, but the time was chosen well. On the Mid-Autumn Festival night, all the girls were there, and Baochai and Baoqin were already his concubines, Daiyu and Yingchun.
They are about to become their wives and concubines, and if they don't show any signs of it, they may indeed be a little disappointed.
"Girl Yun, in such a hurry, Brother Yu doesn't have Cao Zijian's ability to write a poem in seven steps..." Feng Ziying scratched her head with a grimace on her face.
All the girls were happy, but it was rare to see Feng Ziying in such a stumped situation. Tan Chun also joined in the fun: "Brother Feng, in this scene, we all believe that Brother Feng will be able to touch the scene and perform extraordinary. You
Just play one quickly."
Feng Ziying sighed, can this thing be forced? The problem is that as a second-class Jinshi, he is a bit partial to the subject, and his poetry is even worse. There is nothing he can do about it, but suddenly he saw Xichun
She smiled faintly, but her appearance was somewhat similar to that of Xiaoqian in the movie "A Chinese Ghost Story" in her previous life. Her heart moved slightly: "The sky is covered with frost over the ten-mile flat lake, and every inch of blue hair is filled with worry about the past. Looking at the moon to protect each other,
I only envy mandarin ducks but not immortals."
As soon as this poem came out, the whole place suddenly became quiet. Everyone was savoring the strong emotions contained in this poem. At the same time, combined with today's happy gathering, we don't know how many years it will take to get together again in the future.
Maybe at that time we will no longer have hair all over our heads. No matter where we go in the future, as long as it is a full moon night in the Mid-Autumn Festival, we will look at the moon as if we are facing each other. But if we want to be together forever like mandarin ducks, it is better than gods.
This is a lyric adapted from the movie "A Chinese Ghost Story". The exact origin is different, but it is more likely to be adapted and mixed from some poems. But by this time, when Feng Ziying took it out, it must be Feng Ziying's original work.
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The artistic conception of this poem is a bit popular, but it fits the situation and the scene, especially the "fun" of Xiangyun and Tanchun, which gives this poem a different meaning, and both Tanchun and Xiangyun are also attracted by it.
I was moved and asked myself whether Brother Feng was expressing something in this poem.
And Xichun, who was attracted by Feng Ziying's appearance and appearance, was even more frightened by the sparkling light in Feng Ziying's eyes. Her heart couldn't help but beat fiercely. She was very sure that Brother Feng was exhausted when he saw her suddenly.
Only after a burst of inspiration could he recite such a passionate quatrain. The question is why did Brother Feng have such a wonderful idea after seeing himself?
Could it be...? Xichun couldn't believe it. She was extremely panicked for a moment. She lowered her head and was afraid that someone would notice this. You must know that Brother Feng was looking at her before, and someone would definitely find out.
But Brother Feng doesn't have much contact with me at ordinary times, and there are few opportunities to talk. Maybe the only contact he has is when he goes to Sister Lin's place and sees several paintings that Sister Lin has collected that are said to be hand-painted by Brother Feng for Sister Lin. They are said to be made of charcoal.
I made a few more comments on the painting, which made Sister Lin and Zijuan both tease me and ask me to be a student of Brother Feng, so that Brother Feng could teach me this painting skill.
Next to Xichun was Xing Xiuyan. She was also upset, thinking that Feng Ziying was looking at her and suddenly her thoughts began to flow and her words came out.
When she met Jia Rui at noon, she was originally in a bad mood. In the past, he always wanted to repay his father's debts with a shameless face and was entangled in trouble. However, she didn't expect that this time Jia Rui stopped her but looked kindly and just said that he would let her.
She persuaded her father not to gamble anymore, but she didn't even mention the gambling debts her father owed, which surprised Xiuyan.
Looking at the direction in which Jia Rui came, Xing Xiuyan understood that the other party must have just come from the guest room, and who lived in the guest room, besides Brother Feng?
Xing Xiuyan also understood that it was probably Brother Feng who had specially summoned Jia Rui to say hello for his own matters, and his heart felt warm. Which man would ask about these things again and again, and only Brother Feng would be so concerned about it, and Brother Feng
Now that he is the Prime Minister of Shuntian, he has to deal with many things every day, but he still has not forgotten this little thing about himself.
If he didn't take special care of himself, why would Brother Feng do this?
So looking at it today, Xing Xiuyan felt even more intoxicated, not knowing what night it was.
Li Wan was also touched. Although Feng Ziying's eyes were clear and she didn't seem to have any other meaning, thinking about the scene on the rocky mountain in the morning, Li Wan was convinced that the other party's poem must have a special purpose. Could it be that this last sentence was just
Is it a reminder to myself to envy mandarin ducks but not immortals?
