The grass was green, and the river breeze blew the drooping gauze curtains from the long pavilion. Not far away, the figure who left the poem was already approaching the gate of the courtyard. Some people were chasing him and shouting, "Don't leave, figure it out..." "Ning Liheng, do you think it's over if you leave like this!" "Stop making a fool of yourself!" But then he noticed something wrong in the back, and some people stopped and looked back.

Xue Gongyuan's irritable temper was about to follow up with the poem, which was also the confidence that others were about to retain Ning Yi. When the elders spoke, you dare to run away, so that the rest could block the people with guilt. But then, the reaction that appeared on Xue Gongyuan was really confusing and confused. What was written on that piece of paper made people like this, and not many people could guess.

If Ning Yi was really talented, it might be a good poem written on paper, but at this moment, he would run away after writing a poem, which was just a self-deception. When it was spread out, he would say that this person was too arrogant and thought that a poem could overwhelm the whole audience. The elderly present were all people who had experienced many big scenes, which made Xue Gongyuan surprised when he saw it. The few knowledgeable people in the crowd guessed in their hearts that there was something about secrets on paper. Xue Gongyuan knew that, but he had to keep his mouth shut at first sight...

Ji Wanqing frowned, and at the first time she felt that Ning Liheng might have taken some handle from Xue Gongyuan and wrote it in a code language, which made Xue Gongyuan dare not pursue it again. In amazement, she shook her head in her heart, covering Xue Gongyuan's mouth, but not covering the long mouths of so many people. At most, Xue Gongyuan was ruined. In the city of Bianliang, there were many old people in the literary world or retired officials who finally saved their reputation, but they were also unsuccessful in their later years. She had seen a lot.

But Ning Liheng was smart. He knew that the situation could not be restored, so he threw away such things. If Xue Gongyuan could be brought in, even if many people questioned it from now on, he would not be confirmed as a "scammer" on the spot and would not be disgraced. Ji Wanqing thought about this possibility in her mind. She turned her head and looked at her opponent Li Shishi. The other party sat there with one hand on her lips, and didn't know what she was thinking. But in any case, the person was her friend, and she brought it. Although she would not be disgraced this time, she had already gotten involved with her. This time she collided before the Dragon Boat Festival. She suffered a great loss, and probably had already thought about this. If she were her, she could only sit there and pretend to be calm.

The sunlight shines, and it is a clear summer noon. In the short period of noise and suspicion, everyone has their own thoughts and guesses. Of course, more people just guess what poem it was, and whispered in a low voice: "...Mulan's slabs of sand and tangerine boats, jade flute and golden tubes sit at both ends, what sentence is this..."

"It's just neat, but... it's also average?"

After listening to a few words, he had no confidence in talking. Yan Lingzhong and others had already surrounded him: "Mr. Xue..."

"Kongyuan, what's wrong?"

"I'll take a look. I'll take a look at what this guy has written. Gong Yuan, let it go..."

Pan Hongda, who was serious and straight, read the poem draft from Xue Gongyuan. Only then did Xue Gongyuan react, put down the rice paper, swallowed, and looked at the people around him, his expression was still complicated, and he stared at him without saying anything. Pan Hongda started reading the poem with anger. After reading the first few sentences, his expression gradually changed. After the order was strict, Mo Gong and others looked over.

They are all people who have been struggling in the literary world for so long. What Ji Wanqing can think of is that they are mentally prepared. In such an occasion, if others are to be defeated, they can do everything. They also thought about it. If there is something strange in this manuscript, they can take a look here and choose to deal with it as soon as possible and think about whether they can cover it up. But after reading the manuscript of the manuscript, they were already surprised and looked at each other: "This poem... this kind of poem..."

They looked unstable, and Yu Shaoyuan, Fang Wenyang and others were already curiously surrounded. Ning Yi had put down Yu Shaoyuan's poems with his own writings. At this time, Yu Shaoyuan smiled and bowed: "Sir, can you please appreciate the poems of Prince Ning with everyone?" He was sure that there was something strange about this, so he had to spread the matter out of it. The song "Nian Nujiao" he wrote today is the essence of his accumulated strength over the years. Could it be that he would really be suppressed by others...

However, after he finished speaking, Pan Hongda and others over there looked at him, and someone helped Xue Gongyuan to sit down next to him. After the stern order, he looked at the situation and then looked at Yu Shaoyuan. Finally, he sighed and handed him the manuscript of the poem: "Okay, Shaoyuan, you can recite with everyone... it's okay."

He sighed with emotion. Yu Shaoyuan was slightly confused. He took the manuscript in his hand and expanded it directly to look at the people around him. Someone was already saying, "Shaoyuan, read it quickly." Fang Wenyang and others started to look at it from the side. Yu Shaoyuan lowered his head and read it directly: "Mulan's slab of sand and Tangzhou, and the jade flute and gold tube sit at both ends. The wine lord is placed in a thousand hu of water, and the ji is carried with you... Oh, let's go and leave."

At this time, poetry is all about rhythm. Yu Shaoyuan reads it directly, which is also ups and downs and slows, which is medium speed, which is enough to give people a time to remember. The first few sentences are just neat and outstanding sentences. When he read "Carrying with the waves", Yu Shaoyuan laughed softly. Someone around him laughed and said, "It's average." But he didn't say much, because the poem is actually very good and almost impeccable, but it just doesn't just shock people directly.

Yu Shaoyuan then read the next sentence, which was "The immortal is waiting to ride on the yellow crane, and the seaguard has no intention of following the white gull." At this time, his expression has changed slightly.

However, there were people around him who were listening, and his face could not show anything for a moment, and even the ups and downs in his mouth were not easy to stop. He paused slightly, looked at the person next to him, and chanted on the paper: "...Qu Ping's poems, hanging the sun and the moon, the King of Chu's terraces and the hills... He was excited and shaking the Five Mountains, and the poem became a sarcastic pride! Ling Cangzhou..." At this time, the intimidating spirit of the poem had already come out, and Yu Shaoyuan's tone followed the rhythm. When he was at the time, "He was excited and shaking the Five Mountains, and the poem became a sarcastic pride, and the whole tone was led upward, which was also because the literati had been studying poetry since childhood. He was quite particular. When the spirit of poetry came, he could not suppress it according to the momentum, but after all, he thought that he could not do this. After his tone was raised, he felt a little weird.

His lips moved, and he looked at the last two sentences, but he couldn't read them again for a while, and his eyes swept across the people around him. Some of the literati who listened to the poem muttered and repeated, while others bowed their heads and pondered. His fingers were still beating on his legs in rhythm. He couldn't notice what Yu Shaoyuan was wrong. But while his slight loss of mind, Fang Wenyang next to him had already read the manuscript of the poem, shook his head, and turned around and left. After a while, the crowd had digested these two sentences slightly, and there was no movement, then he looked up and said, "Shaoyuan. What's behind?"

"Back..." His words seemed to be coming from his throat, but then he smiled: "...If fame and fortune are there, the Han River should also flow northwest. Please appreciate this poem."

He recited the last two sentences as if he was a little hot, and handed out the manuscript of the poem. Immediately, someone took it. Someone said, "This poem is also average... right." Others continued, "This poem..." Everyone present wanted to immediately set an evaluation and personality of the poem, but looking at the expressions around him, no one dared to set the tone for a moment to evaluate the poem, and no one wanted to be the first to be scolded for being scolded. But no one wanted to say that the poem was very good, and they were waiting for others to speak.

Everyone had heard it once, and read it with the manuscript of the poem, and some had read it once. Often, Ning Yi left the direction and chewed it down and then went to read the poem. He felt that he didn't want to squeeze it anymore, so he simply went to the side to write the poem on the paper beside him. In such a moment, the group of literati lost their composure, and Princess Qing, who was there, Ji Wanqing and others were a little ignored.

Ji Wanqing listened to the poem and thought in her heart that it might not be much better. She just looked at Yu Shaoyuan, but he was lowering his head and pondering hard, holding his own song "Nian Nujiao", with his expression changing. Then look at the side, Shishi was sitting on the cushion there, covering her mouth with one hand, but she seemed to be muttering something. Her body gently swayed from side to side, her eyes were smiling, and her smile was elegant. The white fingers of the other hand were dipped in wine, and she just wrote on the small table in front of her, which was obviously the poem left by Ning Liheng. She hummed lightly with the rhythm, and felt as if she was no one else and was happy, and occasionally she laughed again.

Ji Wanqing sat there with a gentle expression and a slight smile, but she could not have expected such a result in her heart. Not many people guessed that the manuscript of the poem was simply such a poem. Theoretically, no matter how good the poem is, there are limits to it. Even if the poem written by Ning Yi is enough to compare with Yu Shaoyuan's "Nian Nujiao", there are still many things to say. But this poem exceeds this category.

If it weren't for the deliberate and aggressiveness of these people, Ning Yi would not want to take this poem out to suit the situation. At most, Su Shi's love poem "Huanxisha" would be enough to keep things calm. But when things develop to this point, the meaning of this poem is different. Li Bai's "Song of the River". If you want to describe it in one sentence, this is one of the works that best represents his thoughts when the poet was in his prime.

Li Taibai, the only one who has ever lived.

When it comes to being passionate and expressing one's feelings, Li Taibai's poems are the things that can impact people's hearts and shock others at the first time, especially in front of these people who have been with poetry for life. "Qu Ping's poems hang on the sun and the moon, and the King of Chu's terraces are empty hills. He is excited and writes shake the five mountains, and the poems become a sarcastic and arrogant shining on Cangzhou!" There is almost no complicated in-depth investigation and analysis. If you spend your entire life, not many people can bear it.

Although in later generations, this poem was not selected into any textbook because of "carrying and following the waves and staying", and its fame seemed to be less than a famous piece like "wine", it was also a masterpiece by Li Taibai when he was thirty or forty years old. It was relatively regular, but magnificent and smooth, like a river coming, and it was completed in one go. At this poetry meeting, the five mountains were shook, and it was not just Cangzhou. It was simply a thunderous momentum that was forced to the people of the poetry meeting. If it were not for this, Xue Gongyuan would not be speechless.

No one thought that the slap would be so sharp and exaggerated. At this time, a group of literati were still talking in a low voice. Princess Qing was whispering to the fun. They joined in the fun because Zhou Pei praised her teacher too much. Everyone grew up in Bianliang and would not convince people, but when they came to see the fun, they never thought about making enemies. At this time, they whispered: "I didn't expect that her teacher was so exaggerated..."

On the other side, Ji Wanqing was sitting next to Shishi, thinking about the sentence, saying, "I didn't expect that Ning Liheng could really write such a good poem. It's hard to compare with Shaoyuan, Shishi's sister..." She looked ahead calmly and turned her head, and seemed to talk to Shishi casually and affectionately. When Shishi heard Shishi laughing twice, she turned her head and looked at her. Although Shishi covered her mouth and smiled occasionally, she still looked beautiful and attractive. However, her fingers were still writing on the table at this time, and her eyes didn't look at her.

"Huh...Sister Wanqing, I don't know what you are doing..."

"Um?"

"Do you know how powerful my brother is...huh..."

"Sister Master... Why did you say this..."

"I've been laughing since I just sat down...I saw you forcing him...haha, Sister Wanqing..."

"Well……"

"I don't know how powerful he is... But, my little sister only knows..." Shishi lowered her head with a smile, and held her hands on her forehead for a moment: "Zhou Meicheng once admitted that if she was in front of him, she would be afraid to write poetry... Sister Wanqing, why... have to force him? Hum... I'm sorry, it's so funny..."

Although the two have always been harmonious on the surface, the courtesans have actually been fighting for fame. In fact, they have already tear their faces a few times in private. Shishi has always shown people with an elegant and clear sense of wisdom, but if they have evil thoughts, they often speak sharply. Often, one word can make people unable to get up and down, not the kind of person who obeys. At this time, everyone has not yet relaxed their attention. She smiled happily here, and Ji Wanqing's face was depressed for a while. Zhou Meicheng dared not write poems in front of him? If this is true, she would think back on the development of the whole situation and could clearly see what kind of clown she and others have become in the eyes of the other party...

Her face was gloomy and complex. However, in Shishi's heart at this moment, she did not care about the tragic situation of her opponent after being slapped in the face. What she was thinking more about was the whole process.

To be honest, Ning Yi's word breaks out, even she was a little scared, so that the image of Ning Yi, which seemed to be clear in her heart, became a little blurred and mysterious again.

Zaiji stayed with Bo Ren to stay... Although he was really casual, what he was thinking...

While Shishi was thinking about these things in his heart, Ning Yi had already taken Zhou Pei out of the manor and went to the tree-lined path outside.

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OK, I can get a normal book and I can ride my breasts in place, 14!
Chapter completed!