The grass is green, and the river breeze blows the drooping gauze curtains of the pavilion. The figure leaving behind the poems not far away is approaching the courtyard gate, and there are some people chasing after him, shouting: "Don't leave, let's figure this out."
..." "Ning Liheng, do you think it's over if you just leave like this!" "Stop trying to be so mysterious!" But then they also noticed something was wrong with the movement behind them, and some people stopped and looked back.
Xue Gongyuan's bad temper, holding the poem manuscript and preparing to chase him out, was also the confidence for others to prepare to keep Ning Yi. If you dare to run after the elders have spoken, the others can stop him in the name of guilty conscience. But then he came and appeared in
Xue Gongyuan's reaction really made people confused and confused. Not many people could guess what was written on that piece of paper that made him like this.
If Ning Yi is really talented, what he writes on the paper may be a good poem, but at this moment, writing a poem and running away is just deceiving himself and others. In the future, people will say that this person is too arrogant.
Do you think a poem can overwhelm the audience? How many people are present?
The old man had experienced many big events, so Xue Gongyuan was surprised at first sight. A few knowledgeable people in the crowd guessed that what was written on the paper was something involving secrets. Xue Gongyuan knew it clearly, but when he saw it,
The kind that needs to be sealed...
.
Ji Wanqing frowned. She immediately thought that Ning Liheng might have taken advantage of Xue Gongyuan and wrote it out in code, so that Xue Gongyuan did not dare to pursue it any further. In surprise, she shook her head in her heart, hiding Xue Gongyuan's secret.
I can't hide my mouth
The long talk of so many people would only ruin Xue Gongyuan's reputation at most. In Bianliang City, it was common for literary elders or officials who had finally managed to earn their reputations to end up in old age but were in danger of losing their reputation. She could see that.
Much more.
It's just that Ning Liheng was smart, knowing that the situation could not be reversed, so he dropped this kind of thing and left. If he could really involve Xue Gongyuan, even if many people questioned him after that, he would not be confirmed as a "liar" on the spot, so he would not
Being ruined and disgraced, it was difficult to move forward. Ji Wanqing thought about this possibility. She turned her head and glanced at her opponent, Li Shishi.
The other person sat there with a hand on his lips, not knowing what he was thinking. But no matter what, the person was her friend, and she brought him. Although his reputation would not be ruined this time, he was already linked to her.
She suffered a big loss in this collision before the Dragon Boat Festival. She must have thought of this. If she were her, she could only sit there and pretend to be calm.
The sun was shining, and it was a sunny summer noon after all. In the short period of noise and confusion, everyone had their own thoughts and guesses. Of course, more people just guessed what kind of poem it was and whispered:
"... Mulan's boat on the sand, with jade flutes and gold pipes sitting at both ends, what kind of sentence is this..."
"It's just neat, but... average?"
After only hearing a few sentences, I had no confidence to discuss it. Yan Lingzhong and others had already gathered around: "Mr. Xue..."
"Gongyuan, what's wrong?"
"Let me take a look. Let me take a look at what this guy wrote. Gongyuan, let me go..."
Pan Hongda, who was serious and straightforward, took the poem manuscript from Xue Gongyuan's hand. 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 without speaking. Pan Hongda was angry.
He started to read the poem, and after reading the first two sentences, his expression suddenly changed again. Under the strict order, Mo Gong and others also looked over.
They are all people who have been struggling in the literary world for so long. Ji Wanqing can think of it, and they are somewhat mentally prepared. In this kind of situation, if they want to force others to lose their reputation, they can do anything.
. They also thought, if there is really something fishy in this poem manuscript, they should take a look here first, so that they can choose to deal with it immediately, and think about whether they can cover it up. But after seeing each other's poem manuscript, their expressions were already suspicious.
Looking at each other: "This poem...this kind of poem..."
They looked uncertain, and Yu Shaoyuan, Fang Wenyang and others had gathered around curiously. Previously, Ning Yi put down Yu Shaoyuan's poem manuscript together with his own poem manuscript. At this time, Yu Shaoyuan smiled and said,
: "Fellow teachers, can you tell Mr. Ning
I would like to share with everyone the poems I have written." He suspected that there was something fishy in this, so he first wanted to reveal the matter. The poem "Nian Nujiao" he wrote today was the essence of what he had accumulated over the years. Could it be that it was really true?
I will be suppressed by others...
However, after he said this, Pan Hongda and others over there glanced at him, and someone helped Xue Gongyuan to sit next to him first. Yan ordered Zhong to look at the situation, then at Yu Shaoyuan, and finally sighed and handed over the poem manuscript.
He handed it to him: "It's okay, Shaoyuan, you can have a thought with everyone..."
He sighed with an expression, and Yu Shaoyuan was slightly confused. He took the manuscript in his hand, unfolded it directly, and looked at the people around him. Someone was already saying: "Shaoyuan, read quickly." Fang Wenyang and others went to the side and started to look.
Yu Shaoyuan lowered his head and started to recite directly: "Mulan's Tangsha Tang boat, with jade flutes and gold pipes sitting on both ends. A thousand dendrobiums are placed in the middle of the wine statue, and the jade can be carried with the waves... Oh, let it go or stay."
At this time, poems all paid attention to rhythm. When Yu Shaoyuan read them directly, they were also cadenced and at a medium speed, which was enough time for people to criticize and remember. The first few sentences were just neat and excellent sentences, but when he read "Zaiji follows the wave",
Yu Shaoyuan also chuckled softly. Some people around him laughed and said: "It's just average." But that's not much to say, because the poem is actually very good, almost impeccable, but it's not going to shock people directly.
Just live.
Yu Shaoyuan then read the next sentence, which was "The immortals want to ride on the yellow crane, and the sea travelers have no intention of following the white gulls." By this time, his expression had changed slightly.
However, there were people all around who were listening. His face could not express anything for a moment, and he could not even stop the cadence in his mouth. He paused slightly, looked at the people next to him, and chanted on the paper.
Said: "... Qu Ping's poems and poems, hanging sun and moon, Chu Wangtai pavilion and empty hills... I am in high spirits and writing, shaking the five mountains, and the poem becomes Xiaoao! Ling Cangzhou..." At this time, the breathtaking spirit of the poem has been revealed.
, Yu Shaoyuan's tone followed the rhythm. When he got to "The five mountains are shaking with excitement, and the poem is smiling and proud of Ling Cangzhou", the whole tone was carried upward. This is also because at this time, the literati studied poetry since childhood and quite a lot of
To be particular about it, when the power of the poem came to him, he couldn't hold it back even when he read it with that power. But after all, he thought in his heart that he couldn't do this. He raised his tone and then deliberately lowered it, which became a bit weird.
He moved his lips and looked at the last two sentences. He couldn't read any more for a while, and his eyes scanned the people around him. Some of the literati who were listening to the poem were murmuring and repeating it, and some were lowering their heads and chanting in silence. Their fingers were still pressing the rhythm on their legs.
Beat. Failed to notice something wrong with Yu Shaoyuan
But while he was slightly absent-minded, Fang Wenyang next to him had finished reading the poem, shook his head, and turned around to leave. After a while, the crowd digested these two sentences, and there was no movement for a while, then he raised his head and said: "
Shaoyuan. Where is the back?"
"Later..." His words seemed to come out softly from his throat, but then he smiled: "...if fame and wealth last forever, the Han River should also flow northwest. Please appreciate this poem."
He recited the last two sentences as if his hands were a little hot, and handed the poem out directly. Someone immediately took it. Some people said: "This poem is just average... right." Others continued: "This poem...
..." Why didn't everyone present want to give this poem a compliment immediately?
An evaluation determines a personality, but looking at the expressions around them, no one dared to evaluate this poem and set a tone for a while. No one wanted to be the first one to be scolded for talking nonsense, but no one wanted to
I just said that this poem is very good, and I am waiting for others to speak.
Everyone had already listened to it once, and passed the poem manuscript around to read. Some had already read it once. They were often in the direction Ning Yi left. They lowered their heads and chewed for a while, then looked at the poem. If they didn't want to crowd in any more, they just went to the side and moved aside.
The poem was written on the paper beside him. In such a moment, the group of literati lost their composure. Princess Qing over there, Ji Wanqing and others here were somewhat left out.
Ji Wanqing listened to the poem once and decided in her heart that it might not be any good. She just looked at Yu Shaoyuan, but he was not far away, bowing his head and chanting bitterly, holding his own copy of "Niannujiao", his expression changed.
Not sure. Look next to me, Shishi is sitting on the futon there, covering his mouth with one hand, but he seems to be mumbling.
Mumbling something, her body swayed gently from side to side, her eyes were smiling, and her smile was elegant. The white fingers of her other hand were dipped in wine, and she was writing on the small table in front of her. It was obviously Ning Lihengliu.
She hummed to the rhythm of the poem below, feeling as if no one else was around and enjoying herself, and occasionally she would laugh again.
Ji Wanqing sat there with a gentle expression and a slight smile, but she did not expect such a result in her heart, and not many people guessed that the poem manuscript contained just such a poem. Theoretically speaking,
No matter how good the poem is, there is a limit to putting it here. Even if the poem written by Ning Yi is comparable to Yu Shaoyuan's "Niannujiao", there are still many words that can be mentioned. But this poem exceeds this category.
If it weren't for the deliberate and aggressive behavior of this group of people, Ning Yi would not have wanted to put this poem out to suit the occasion. At most, Su Shi's love poem "Huanxisha" would have been enough to hold the scene. But things have developed to this point.
, when I take out this poem, the meaning is different. Li Bai's "Yin on the River". If you want to describe it in one sentence, this is one of the works that best represents the thoughts of the poet when he was in his prime.
Li Taibai is one person through the ages.
When it comes to being impassioned and expressing one's heart, Li Taibai's poems are the things that can impact people's hearts and shock others at the first moment, especially in front of those who have been with poetry all their lives. "Qu Ping's poems are about hanging over the sun and the moon,
Chuwangtai is surrounded by empty hills. The five mountains are shaken when the pen is written in high spirits, and the poem is made into a smiling and proud Ling Cangzhou!" It hardly requires any complicated in-depth research and analysis. If it hits here, not many people can bear it.
Although in later generations, this poem may not have been selected into any textbooks because of the reason of "carrying Ji and following the waves, whether he will stay or leave", and its reputation does not seem to be as good as that of famous poems such as "Jian Jin Jiu", but it is still Li Taibai's
A masterpiece created when I was thirty or forty years old, it is relatively decent.
, but majestic and smooth, like the coming of a great river, completed in one go. If it were placed in this poetry meeting, the five mountains would be shaken, and it would not only be Cangzhou. It would simply be taking advantage of the general situation and overwhelming everyone in the poetry meeting. If it were not like this
, and it would not leave Xue Gongyuan speechless.
No one thought that this slap would be so severe and exaggerated. At this time, groups of literati were still talking in low voices, and the wealthy children from Princess Qing were whispering. They joined in the fun because Zhou Pei praised her as a teacher.
It was too much. People who grew up in Bianliang would never be convinced. But they came to watch the excitement and never thought about making enemies. At this time, they whispered: "I didn't expect her teacher to be so exaggerated..."
Over there, Ji Wanqing was sitting next to her master. She was struggling with herself, thinking about her sentences and said: "I never thought that Ning Liheng could really write such a good poem. It's hard to compare with Shao Yuan. Sister, master...
..." She looked forward calmly and turned her head sideways, seemingly casually.
While talking to Shishi cordially, I heard Shishi laughing twice, "huhu" and "huhu", which was a little weird. I turned my head and looked at him. Although Shishi covered his mouth and smiled occasionally, he was always beautiful and attractive.
But at this time, his fingers were still writing on the table and his eyes were not looking at her.
"Huh...Sister Wanqing, I don't even know what you are doing..."
"Um?"
"Do you know how powerful this brother of mine is... Phew..."
"Sister sister...Why do you say this..."
"I've been laughing since I sat down just now... and saw you forcing him... haha, Sister Wanqing..."
"Well……"
"I don't know how powerful he is...but, little sister only knows..." Shishi smiled and lowered his head, holding his hand on his forehead for a moment: "Zhou Meicheng once admitted that if he was in front of him, some would not dare to write poems.
...Sister Wan Qing, why...you have to force him, huh...I'm sorry, it's so funny..."
Although the two of them have always been harmonious on the surface, the courtesans competed for fame, and in fact they had been at odds several times in private. The master always showed his intellectual elegance and wisdom to others, but if he harbored evil thoughts,
Often his words are sharp, and often his indifferent words can stab people to the point of being stabbed. It is not the kind of rebellious one.
She was the one who came to accept it. At this time, no one had paid attention to her. She was laughing heartily here, and Ji Wanqing's face was suddenly red and white. Zhou Meicheng didn't dare to write a poem in front of him? If
If this really happened, when she recalled the entire development of the situation, she could clearly see what kind of clowns she and others had become in the eyes of the other party...
Her face was gloomy and complicated. However, in Shishi's mind at this moment, she did not care about the miserable condition of her opponent after being slapped in the face. What she was thinking more about was the whole process of the matter.
To be honest, even she was a little frightened by Ning Yi's words, so that the image of Ning Yi that seemed to be clear in her mind now became a little vague and mysterious.
Zai Ji follows the waves wherever he goes... Although it is really cool, what on earth is he thinking...
While Shishi was thinking about these things in his mind, Ning Yi had already taken Zhou Pei out of the manor and onto the tree-lined path outside.
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OK, I picked up my regular notebook, my breasts are in place, I’m 14!
The 22nd person in the monthly ticket, thank you all, let’s go within the 20th place first ^_^ To be continued...)