Kang Xian suddenly shouted, and the place suddenly became quiet. Yu Zixing had studied under Kang Xian for a short period of time. When he saw that the always strict teacher suddenly lost his temper for some reason, he was shocked and quickly lowered his head and handed his hands. : "Ming, Ming Master..."
Kang Xian was a master of Neo-Confucianism and had a strong background. Although he did not have many disciples, his reputation was well known to most of the people present. At this time, his eyes swept across the audience and stopped on Yu Zixing. It seemed that he was just teaching his disciples: "Can you say this casually?"
There was silence for a moment. Kang Xian put down his brush and looked over again: "Let me ask you, there are hundreds of poems today. If this poem is messy, unsightly, and has no merit whatsoever, what will you do?"
When he said these words, Yu Zixing actually understood what they meant. His body trembled, and he saluted dryly: "Disciple... I will naturally put it aside and ignore it."
"So...have you ever seen this Ning Liheng before? Have you ever known him, heard his name, seen his appearance, and are there any bad reputations about him before? , has it ever reached your ears?”
"Disciple...disciple is taught."
Having said this, it was enough. Kang Xian smiled and said: "Now that you know the truth, sit down... Everyone, there are many excellent works in today's poetry meeting. I have just commented with Duke Qin, such as this poem by Ming Yi... ..." He raised his voice and began to comment on the masterpieces at the poetry meeting one by one, telling the highlights sentence by sentence. He was already knowledgeable, but at this time he deliberately let go of his comments and did not praise them, but he really talked about them. , these poems are indeed excellent, and the two poems by Yu Zixing have also been highly praised.
This conversation took a lot of time, and at the end, Kang Xiancai put the paper of the water tune song on the table again: "At this time... how about you guys comment on the water tune song again? "
After he finished speaking, Cao Guan stood up from his seat: "Ming Gong gave me a heads-up, and my disciples have learned from it. I am ashamed to say that this word is indeed wonderful, with brilliant literary talent and profound artistic conception. The disciples are not as good as far away, and I have started to compare in my mind just now." Only with the guidance of Ming Gong can we wake up. It is a blessing to see such wonderful lines during today's poetry meeting. However, you guys have just gotten a few more lines below, and I would like to comment with you. Haha, although I have Zhuyu in front of me, but all of you here are talented. I don’t know who is willing to complete this poem for me, but you can’t ruin the reputation of my Zhishui Poetry Society.”
After he said this, Kang Xian laughed: "This is how a gentleman should behave." Everyone also laughed, and the atmosphere in the venue suddenly became lively again. Someone laughed and said: "Zongchen, you only have a few words. I dare to say that I have a poem, and I think the poem will save face, so it should be me."
Then there was another fierce poetry competition. No one wanted to lose, and it seemed to be even more lively than before. Kang Xian looked at this scene and raised his teacup to drink tea with a smile. Mr. Qin on the side also smiled.
"Haha, why is Mr. Qin laughing?"
"Oh, Mr. Ming is not being kind in this matter. Little Li Heng can only beat you a few games on weekdays, but you want to put him on the fire. It is not good for a gentleman to hold grudges. When we meet again one day, he will be indispensable. I want to settle a score with you."
Although he said this, Mr. Qin smiled happily, as if he was just looking forward to watching the fun. Originally, there was no first place in the poem, and there was no standard for judging poetry. After reaching a certain height, human words accounted for a large part, and this water poem
Although Tiao Ge Tou is really good, it is impossible to make everyone else "not as good as far", which will make "the rest of the words useless". However, Kang Xian's few words directly confirmed a hint
: When you see incomparable masterpieces, your first thought is to slander others’ character. This is not the behavior of a gentleman.
One night in Qinhuai, poetry was not the only thing that spread. When the news of Kang Xian's reprimand to everyone at the poetry meeting was spread, one can imagine the result. After Qin Gong said this, Kang Xian's smile did not change.
, still quite happy.
"Hey. I cherish his talent and help him become famous. If he sees me, he should be grateful to me. Mr. Qin, if you think like this, you are a little bit of a villain. As the saying goes, a gentleman is magnanimous and a villain has a long-term relationship, haha
, just be open-minded."
The two of them had never seen Ning Yi's talent with their own eyes before, but in terms of evaluation, it was definitely not simple. At this time, they were quite surprised by the poem, but they also understood it a little bit. Let's make a few jokes here,
An old man next to him also came over: "This Ning Liheng, could it be..." He also went to the river to play chess with Mr. Qin, and only met Ning Yi once. He knew that his surname was Ning, so he guessed at this time
He came out, and Pan Guangyan also walked over with a smile. Hearing this sentence, he smiled and said: "Is this Ning Yi and Ming Gong..."
Kang Xian laughed loudly and said in a low voice: "I am a friend of Qin Gong and Du Gong, and I don't think I am lying about my poems. However, this person is low-key and he is my friend. He is also a gentleman's acquaintance and does not involve too much."
, please also ask Mr. He to keep it a secret and not to publicize it more."
Pan Guangyan suddenly understood and laughed.
"……I see."
If he could foresee everything that happened in Jiangning City that night, I wonder if Ning Yi would ask Xiaochan to learn singing in order to find a sense of modernity. Anyway, because of the cold, he was always a little groggy and lazy in his thoughts and spirits.
I have never participated in any of these poetry gatherings, so naturally I can’t think of much.
It was past midnight, and Ning Yi was still sleeping at this time and knew nothing about everything. The carriage was driving on the streets where the excitement had faded slightly, and the speed was still very slow. The crowds of people on the streets were still crowded, and the firelight shone from the carriage.
When the external video came in, Su Tan'er looked at Xiao Chan in front of her, still holding the piece of paper with the title of the water tune song written on it in her hand. Xiao Chan lowered her head and blinked, not daring to speak, and pursed her mouth tightly.
What happened tonight even seemed a bit bizarre to her, and she still feels a little confused. How important is the poem in her hand? Her ability to appreciate poetry is not at the top.
Although I was shocked and amazed when I first read it and couldn't believe that it was actually received from Xiao Chan, subsequent developments proved that she still underestimated this poem.
It was indeed a pleasure to see the shocked and surprised expression of Xue Jin who had become evil-minded. Later, when Puyang Yu and the ladies who were invited to the poetry meeting came to talk, she felt a certain sense of comfort.
The feeling of attention. As the daughter of a businessman, she can understand the weight of this kind of attention.
Everyone in the world says that businessmen are profit-seeking and have always been at the bottom of society. Although money can solve many problems and improve their status, all kinds of discrimination still exist. Every year, there are major and minor disasters, and they often have to pay for their efforts.
Not a good name. Grandpa spent a lot of money to go to the school, just to let the Su family produce a group of literati. Even if they spend money, they can at least join the ranks of scholars. She has seen this eagerness since she was a child.
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The same is true for the Puyang family. They have achieved some results. They put in a lot of effort every year to organize the Puyuan Poetry Festival, and now they have achieved certain results. They have half a foot in the class of scholars, but they also want to have the other half.
There is still some distance to go up. When someone mentions the Puyuan Poetry Club, they may first think of the aura of the nouveau riche. From the importance they attach to this sudden poem, we can probably understand the benefits of this poem. However... there are...
A few people actually said that this word is even better than Cao Guan, Li Pin and others. How is this possible?
Her level was not yet up to par, and she only liked and admired poetry. Since the distance was a bit far away, she felt like an idol. When she was not married, she also participated in several other poetry gatherings, and saw several top students in person.
The scene of writing a poem to denounce Fang Qiu, I just think the poem is good, and the feeling is really fascinating. Today, people like Cao Guan and Li Pin are the representatives of Jiangning scholars. Grandpa thought that there would be some talented people in the family, but there was no such thing.
I thought that someone like them would appear, and the poem in my hand... was written by Xiao Chan. It is said that it was written by the husband in the family who obviously had no talent. He had written "Three Lotus Roots and Flowing Blue" before.
"The pond, the raft can be thought of by you" is such an inexplicable poem. Although the current poem is good, it cannot be like this. Or... there is a hidden meaning in it.
One side of his heart was a little uneasy due to his admiration for the literati, Cao Guan, and Li Pin, but the other side of the businessman was still sober and could deal with everything unexpected as usual. Until
After getting off the boat, she could start to delve into all this amid doubts. She looked at Xiao Chan, who seemed to have shrunk in size, for a moment, and then she laughed: "Is it really written by my uncle?" Of course, she couldn't have anything against Xiao Chan.
Of doubtful mind.
"Um."
"Then...Xiaochan, please tell me everything about your time with my uncle that night, please?"
"oh."
Xiaochan nodded, and then began to talk about what happened after they left. First he told stories, and the specific content of Journey to the West was mentioned in a few sentences. He only said that it was about a monster monkey, and then he sang, danced, and did tricks.
Category.
"Now, that's how it works... hide this bead in your hand first..." Xiaochan said and repeated the magic trick. She had already failed to show it off in front of the two sisters on the boat.
I failed again and was very frustrated, but after a while, I still talked about singing and writing poems.
"...Another singing method?" Su Tan'er asked with a frown.
"Yes, it sounds very good." Chan'er nodded, and then whispered, "My uncle told me not to go out and sing randomly, otherwise Xiaochan, a little girl, will randomly change the way she sings on the lyrics, and they will say she is ignorant..."
In fact, what others said may not be ignorant, and Xiao Chan actually understood this, but there was nothing to hide in front of the young lady. Soon after, at Su Tan'er's request, the little girl cleared her throat and started speaking word by word.
Singing this water-melody song with a "new" singing method, the music echoed in the carriage and echoed gracefully.
When the music stopped, Juan'er and Xing'er were still in a state of intoxication: "It sounds very good..." Su Tan'er leaned on the carriage and remained silent for a long time, and then asked: "Xiaochan, follow me.
My uncle is the oldest, what do you think...what kind of person is he..."
Xiao Chan thought for a long time: "My uncle, my uncle... Xiao Chan thinks that my uncle is not like a nerd who studies hard. He is... very funny. He likes to joke sometimes, but he gives people a very calm feeling, as if something is wrong.
It seemed like it didn't matter...but he didn't talk like those masters, who said it was nothing, and then...well, then nothing, anyway, it seems different from what I heard before..."
After Su Tan'er listened, she nodded slightly.
Turning around the street ahead, Su Mansion is about to arrive...