Chapter 125 A day that dominated Kyoto’s poetry world (please subscribe)

As the night gets darker, on the Taochuan River and on the main building boat, the atmosphere of the poetry meeting reaches its climax.

Amidst the sounds of singing and dancing, poems were passed on through the servants and circulated among many literary judges. Everyone was whispering, criticizing and discussing.

Occasionally, someone stood up and recited aloud in a cadence, which attracted a lot of applause.

According to the experience of previous years, at this time, most of the talented people who have been holding back for a year have already released their masterpieces, although the poetry meeting will continue until midnight.

However, most of the heavyweights in the literary world are too old to stay up late, so what should be published is probably published at this time.

"Compared with last year, the level of this year's poetry meeting has improved. It seems that thanks to the power of the new engraving method, Kyoto's literary style is becoming more and more prosperous, which is a good thing."

The handsome Prince Jing, who was wearing a gorgeous robe, smiled.

"Your Majesty's promotion of this method will be a blessing to all people." Soon, it attracted a lot of literati to praise it.

"It's getting late, you should criticize the poet. Haha, if you delay it too late, you will be nagged by your children and grandchildren when you get home." An elder said with a smile.

Causing laughter.

Gao Pingce took a clear stand and still recommended Chu Zhixing's peach blossom poems.

The other great scholars also nominated a few pieces each, and collected a few good ones. If there is no accident, today's leader will be among them.

"Mr. Six, which song do you like?" One person looked at the curtain.

The latter was energetic and not tired, but a little absent-minded. In fact, many people noticed this.

Xi Lian is the best poet. According to everyone's past impressions, he must be the most active today. But for some reason, Mr. Six today is always out of shape.

"It seems that Jinfeng Tower didn't submit many poems." Xi Lian suddenly said.

Everyone was startled, and one person laughed and said:

"Indeed. I remember that at last year's poetry competition, Jinfeng Tower produced a few good poems. This year... it's probably because of the oiran that there is less support."

"Yes, if I remember correctly, Yiqingyuan is the best this year." Another person said.

Why did the six major brothels participate in the event?

Firstly, it is an order from the Ministry of Rites, and secondly, it is also an opportunity to become famous. If Shikui comes from any family, his reputation will naturally be great.

In the seat, Gao Pingce, wearing a feather fan and silk scarf, felt a little uneasy and urged:

"Everyone, hurry up and make your selections."

However, at this moment, not far away, there was a sudden commotion on the Jinfeng Tower ship.

The two ships were not far apart, and with the bright lights, it was vaguely visible what the maids on the ship had posted.

In the cabin, the readers who participated in the poetry meeting walked onto the deck, gathered around and exclaimed, which was a spectacle.

"Could something have happened?" A scholar was curious.

Then, I saw small boats coming from the other side, and the young man in Tsing Yi approached the main boat waving papers.

"Well, it looks like a good poem has been written." Yuan Mei, the elder of the Imperial Academy, said with a smile.

He reached out and took the poem that was presented to him, looked down at it, and thought about how he should comment on it.

After a moment, he actually murmured and frowned, causing everyone and even the dancer to look over.

"Yuan Jijiu, what do you think of this article? Don't try to sell it off." Someone urged beside him.

As a minister of the Imperial Academy, Yuan Mei was naturally very knowledgeable. Hearing this, he raised his head, paused briefly, glanced at the smiling man, who looked like an outsider, and laughed:

"This one... actually takes up the title of Peach Blossom Poetry."

With that said, Lao Jijiu stood up, holding the paper in his hand, and recited softly:

"On this day last year, in this door, the human face and the peach blossoms reflected each other's red color. I don't know where the human face went, but the peach blossoms still smiled in the spring breeze."

While the old man was reciting the wine, the crowd had already become quiet. When he finished reciting just four sentences, no one spoke.

The four sentences before and after describe two scenes, which reflect each other, but give rise to infinite sadness.

In particular, the artistic conception contained in the simple words. Last year today, the peach blossoms were still in full bloom, but the "human face" that the poet missed so much was nowhere to be found.

"What a poem..." A great scholar's eyes lit up: "What a poem. Just now we were saying that Jinfeng Tower's performance was mediocre, but now a strange one has appeared."

"Wonderful, this poem is naturally pure, clear and mellow, with endless aftertaste. It is much better than that of Chu Zhixing." Another literati praised and asked:

"Who did it?"

Yuan Mei handed him the paper with a smile. The latter scanned it and said in surprise: "Qi Ping..."

It was the school captain...the academy disciples...everyone immediately woke up.

Looking at the smiling and silent Xi Lan, I cursed in my heart, it turned out that he was waiting here.

"Haha, once this peach blossom poem comes out, it's hard to say who will be the top poet." King Jing said with a smile.

Gao Pingce heard this and couldn't sit still. He was about to speak when suddenly he saw another boy running towards him: "Jinfeng Tower Qi Gongzi's new work..."

Reported an error?

Yuan Mei waved her hand and said: "We have already read it. Don't submit it again."

But the boy gasped: "It's new! New!"

One more song?

The mat curtain was no longer calm. With a move of his hand, he took in the paper and chanted:

"The fragrance of April in the human world is gone, and the peach blossoms in the mountain temple are beginning to bloom. I always regret that I can't find a place to return to spring, and I don't know where to turn..."

Hey, it's a Wing Chun song, but it also has some peach blossoms.

The level was as superb as ever. Gao Pingce choked. With these two poems, he might be the leader of poems...

"Jinfenglou Qi Gongzi's new work..." At this time, another report came.

The nearest Confucian scholar had quick eyes and quick hands and snatched them away:

"A moment of spring night is worth a thousand pieces of gold. The flowers are fragrant and the moon is cloudy. The singing pipes are singing softly on the balcony, and the night is deep in the swing courtyard."

Well, this song... does match the scene tonight. Well, to be precise, it is the scene after the poetry meeting.

Scored three times, a sure win!

However, before everyone could recover, the fourth one came to retaliate again. At this time, Yuan Mei finally couldn't help it, grabbed the boy and asked:

"How many songs did Qi Ping compose? How come they are so many in succession?"

The latter looked excited and said:

"Sir, there are so many, so many. The entire Jinfenglou ship is covered with them. I am afraid there are more than a hundred poems. They are all made by Mr. Qi. Each one is so good that the young masters on the boat are going crazy...

"

What?

At this moment, no one in the audience could maintain their composure, and Xi Lian's eyes were even red.

Qi Ping only told him that he would write poems tonight and ask him to lead the great scholars in Kyoto to Jinfeng Tower, but who could have imagined that it would be like this.

"More than a hundred poems...more than a hundred poems...hahahaha."

Xi Lian suddenly laughed wildly, rolled up his big sleeves, and fled towards the Jinfeng Tower against the wind.

"I'll go take a look, too." A great scholar came to his senses and said hurriedly.

"Go together! Go together!"

In an instant, there was no one at the judges' table on the main ship. Gao Pingce opened his mouth, but suddenly stamped his feet:

"Wait for me."

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On board the Yiqingyuan painting boat.

There were lots of singing and dancing, and it was very lively.

In the compartment on the second floor, Xu Mingyuan stood in front of the window with his hands behind his hands, looking at the lively scene on the deck, especially the scholars surrounding the sample book stall, and smiled:

“Well done.”

Behind him, a shopkeeper smiled and said: "It's my boss who has the ability to convince all the literati to support him."

Xu Mingyuan twirled his beard and said with a smile:

"Literature men must be distinguished by their character in words, but this is not the case on the inside. Most of them are only interested in profit, and a little profit will be enough.

Since we were comparing poems, I bought all the talented and learned ones, and with the help of Gao Shanzhang, the "Chief of Poems" was like picking out things from a bag.

Tomorrow, when the news spreads, we will look for Chu Zhixing and cooperate with the bookstore to promote it... Haha, Hexagonal Bookstore? As long as the red building is defiled, everyone will be ashamed, let's see what happens to it."

"My boss is wise," the shopkeeper boasted.

At this moment, suddenly, something happened outside.
To be continued...