As soon as Song Wenze's words came out, the people below him applauded. He was worthy of being a scholar. His hand was extremely beautiful even in Su Yan's eyes.
Song Wenze himself was the organizer of the Poetry Society, and he was also recognized as the number one talent. The so-called Poet Master was nothing to him. He simply went along with the flow as a favor, which not only won the favor of the two talented women, but also helped
To improve one's reputation and appear generous.
The two girls also nodded. When the talents below were starting to judge, Song Wenze suddenly spoke again: "Hey, by the way, Miss Qiao, did you know Mr. Su is here?"
Everyone present was astonished. They didn’t know who Master Su was, but Song Wenze specifically mentioned him. Qiao Junyao was also surprised, saying: “He’s here, what’s wrong?”
"Haha, if that's the case, then why didn't I see Mr. Su's masterpiece when I was reviewing the papers just now?" Song Wenze obviously knew that Su Yan was here, so he looked elsewhere.
"Uh... this" Qiao Junyao was asked and didn't know how to answer, feeling a little embarrassed.
At this time, the eyes of the people present also began to converge on Su Yan, who was sitting next to Qiao Junyao. Their eyes were different for a moment, either envious or jealous.
"Well? Now that I'm here, I wonder why Mr. Su doesn't take part in it? Doesn't he dislike our little fights?" Song Wenze said with a smile. The seemingly harmless smile made Su Yan feel sick.
"Damn, this pretty boy is trying to embarrass me on purpose." Su Yan secretly gritted his teeth, but still smiled, cupped his hands and said, "Brother Song is serious, I don't know how to do this."
"Haha, Mr. Su, are you joking? Everyone in the world doesn't know that those who can enter the general palace are the best among men, so why should Mr. Su be humble? Let's write a song to open our eyes." Song Wenze smiled brightly.
"He is from the general's palace? No wonder." Song Wenze's words caused a burst of uproar and pushed Su Yan to the forefront. If he didn't take over, I'm afraid it would not be him alone, but the general's palace.
Qiao Junyao was also a little angry. He naturally knew what Song Wenze meant and wanted to make Su Yan look embarrassed. After thinking about it for a while, he wanted to leave directly and make Song Wenze look bad.
Unexpectedly, Su Yan grabbed him, stood up slowly, looked at Song Wenze, and said with a smile: "Since you asked, I will tell you that I don't bother to come to this kind of poetry meeting, let alone write these poems."
A poem that sings about the wind and the moon, and is free from illness."
"Wow..."
Su Yan's words immediately caused a stir in the field. His words offended the organizers and even everyone. Everyone looked at Su Yan in shock, not knowing why.
Song Wenze was also startled, but a smile broke out at the corner of his mouth, thinking that Su Yan had been angered by him, and said: "Then Mr. Su, please tell me, what kind of poem is not chanting the wind and making the moon, and is free from illness?
"
Su Yan put his hands behind his hands, smiled and said nothing, looking at Song Wenze coldly.
"Haha, birds of a feather flock together, here is another grandstanding person." A burst of sneer came from Ling Tian'er, who was looking at Su Yan and Qiao Junyao with disdain.
"You..." Qiao Junyao was furious. She was clearly scolding herself indirectly. She pointed her finger at Ling Tian'er, and her face turned blue with anger.
Su Yan grabbed her and said with a chuckle: "A girl's family doesn't stay at home well, and is exposed all day long. You are in such a mess, and you are ashamed of your talk of grandstanding."
"You..." Ling Tian'er was startled at first, and then trembled with anger from Su Yan. She had been a princess in everyone's eyes since she was a child. How had she ever suffered such humiliation?
Song Wenze snorted coldly and said: "Young master Su, there is no need to use your words. Since we are not worth mentioning in your eyes, then please make a so-called song that is not without disease. If you do it, this matter will
Forget it, otherwise, based on what you just said, I don’t think everyone present would agree.
"Haha..." Su Yan laughed, and then said softly: "When I am in my prime years, I don't want to win glory for the country, fight on the battlefield, and waste time and money all day long to be arty. Doesn't it seem to make sense? Okay, then I will do it.
Whether the previous song is good or bad, I’ll let you decide.”
Although Qiao Junyao was angry, she knew that Su Yan didn't seem to be good at composing poetry, but how could he dare to say what he just said, and she was secretly worried about him.
Everyone in the arena focused their attention on Su Yan, wanting to see how he would do it, while Song Wenze and Ling Tianer sneered on the sidelines, waiting to see him make a fool of himself.
Su Yan was pacing on the ground with his hands behind his back, his expression was peaceful, he looked up at the sky, and after a moment, he began to chant.
"I am so angry that I stand in the corner, and the mist of rain stops. I look up, look up to the sky and roar, strong and fierce. Thirty years of success and fame, dust and dirt, eight thousand miles of clouds and moon. Don't wait for it, your young head will turn white, and you will feel empty and sad.
Tian Yuan is ashamed, but it has not yet snowed; the ministers are regretful, when will they be destroyed? They drove a long chariot and trampled through it, and the Boqin Mountain was missing. The ambitious people are hungry and eat the meat of barbarians, and laugh and talk about thirsty and drink the blood of barbarian slaves. Let’s start from the beginning, clean up the old mountains and rivers, and face the sky."
Su Yan's tone was calm, and then suddenly he became excited and his voice was high-pitched, as if thousands of troops were galloping in front of him, with a magnificent momentum.
The whole place was silent and you could hear a pin drop.
The face of the talented man below was full of shock, and then he suddenly became excited. He was moved by Su Yan's voice and words, and his heart was surging.
After a long time, there was a round of applause, and then the applause spread throughout the audience, sounding like thunder and lasting for a long time.
The expressions of the talented man and woman were full of shock, and they looked at Su Yan in awe. They were all proficient in poetry, so they could naturally feel the meaning of Su Yan's poems.
Although Su Yan was not reciting poems, but Song lyrics, it seemed to the people present to have a certain flavor. Su Yan was also a little worried. After all, he plagiarized Yue Fei's Manjianghong, but he thought it could be considered as being in another world.
Having achieved a great reputation, General Yue probably wouldn't blame him.
"Three words in one word, a hammer blow, can crack rocks and collapse clouds. This mind that takes the world as its own responsibility is heart-wrenching. The liver and gallbladder are pouring, and the poems are like rivers pouring down, twists and turns, and the inspiration is as resounding as gold and stone. It is really shocking to the world and makes us cry.
Ghosts, Su Yan, we are not as good as you. Our poetry is not as good as yours, and our feelings for the country and the people are not as good as yours." Li Zhiyuan suddenly said, sighing endlessly.
Because the world has changed, some of the allusions in the poem are not suitable for the present, so Su Yan slightly changed them, such as Tian Yuan Shai. In the first year of Tianyuan, Gu Yu was almost destroyed by the Horqin Dynasty, and he had to pay compensation and cede territory in the end.
ended, so these changes can arouse the anger of those present.