"Everyone in the audience is looking at each other, and the color of the human world is like dust." A young man murmured, "How wonderful, how wonderful..."
His eyes were bright, "This poem... has different tunes and the same effect as Bai Juyi's Song of Everlasting Regret, and its artistic conception is no less than that of Song of Everlasting Regret."
"Looking back, you can smile and be charming, the pink and white in the Sixth Palace have no color.
When everyone in the crowd looks at each other, the color of the human world is like dust."
Someone was reciting two poems. Comparing the two poems, it was difficult to distinguish them both in terms of diction and artistic conception, which made me even more amazed.
Tang poetry, Song lyrics, Yuan opera, even in the fifteen years since the founding of the Ming Dynasty, there has never been such a high-level, representative poetry.
The eyes of those present who had read poetry and books were filled with brilliance, as if they saw that the literary world of the Ming Dynasty was about to be revived.
"A tree with its pavilion and its flowers blooming suddenly seems to be speechless except for the naturalness.
Wu Niang praises her dancing skills in front of her, but unfortunately she is always mistaken for her waist."
Everyone chanted it repeatedly, the more they tasted it, the more delicious it became, and at the same time they became more fascinated by the Wanling girl.
What kind of woman is it that makes that 'Mr. Li' speechless?
"Everyone!"
A man in his early twenties with extraordinary talent stood up and said, "I think Mr. Li's poem seems to be praising Miss Wanling, but in fact it is talking about me, the Ming Dynasty!"
Everyone was stunned for a moment, and then they thought about it and reinterpreted it.
The fifteenth year of Yao Yao Yan Ji, this year happens to be the fifteenth year of Hongwu. Does it mean the fifteenth year of the founding of the Ming Dynasty?
The trees sprouting flowers are a metaphor for the arrival of the Yuan Dynasty in the Central Plains. After a hundred years of suffering, the dead trees are finally springing up?
When everyone looks at each other, the color of the human world is like dust; are you saying that all dynasties will lose their color compared with the Ming Dynasty?
Wu Niang praises her good at dancing in front of her, but unfortunately she is always mistaken for her waist. On the surface, she praises her for being good at dancing, but unfortunately she is too delicate and has a fly in the ointment.
But if you think about it at a deeper level, it seems to imply that in the fifteen years since the founding of the Ming Dynasty, there are still many shortcomings and there is still a long way to go...
It’s shallow, the pattern is shallow…
A group of people began to speculate wildly and over-interpret.
It’s not surprising that they are like this. What the ancients, especially literati, liked most was metaphorical mapping, and swearing at others sounded like compliments.
The wonderful thing is that when interpreted in this way, there is no sense of inconsistency and everything is right.
A group of people felt that they had the solution right.
Mr. Li is a great talent~!
The innocent people on the stage have been reduced to green leaves, and no one pays attention to the beautiful music of the piano. They are all reading this poem.
As a result, after Xiuxiang finished playing, no one bid.
It is something that has never happened before in Zuixian Tower.
The Madam was also a little puzzled. There seemed to be something wrong with the script!
After thinking for a moment, she understood and said to her attendant, "Let Wanling come down and dance."
"Madam, today is not the day for Miss Wanling to receive guests. If she doesn't want to..."
"I'll tell you personally."
The Madam knows that whether Zuixian Tower can go further depends on today.
A quarter of an hour later, Wan Ling came to the center of the stage in the lobby under the gentle caress of the Madam.
Lingbo walks slightly, her waist is slender, delicate but not charming. The hazy beauty is enhanced through the gauze, and the atmosphere in the lobby is explosive.
With the blessing of poetry, it makes people feel even more incredible.
After the dance, there was an endless stream of bidders, and the price reached 300 taels in an instant, which was far more than usual.
In the past, at this time, almost no one would bid, but now there are many bidders, all wanting to catch a glimpse of the beauty.
There are many people among them who have already seen Wan Ling, but they all want to be the best among the others.
Romance and romantic affairs are a great source of conversation, but all you want to do is show off your face!
Wan Ling's net worth soared, finally stopping at 550 taels.
It was 50 taels higher than the price hiked up by the Eighth Prince the day before yesterday, which was almost three times the number of Wan Ling's usual guests.
The celebrity effect has initially achieved results.
The bustard was so happy that he could not help but smile, as if he had seen a lot of money rolling in.
As long as you build your reputation, are you worried that no guests will come?
Of course, she didn't originally plan to make money from Wan Ling alone, but just used Wan Ling's reputation to attract more customers.
Just like a supermarket promotion, the customers attracted may not necessarily need the products on sale, but if they come, they will buy some other things.
The role of Wanling is to improve the brand value and take a high-end route, but the real success depends on the red-blooded ladies in the front hall, front hall, and backyard.
"It's done, it's going to happen now."
The Madam's eyes shone, and her years of experience told her that after tonight, the reputation of Zuixian Tower would completely surpass that of its competitors.
Even with the Jiaofang Secretary, you can have a good fight.
"Xiu'er, let me know, we will start building momentum for Wan Ling early tomorrow morning." Madam said, "Also, change the plaque in the back hall to "Wan Ling Pavilion" and let the best masters in the capital do it.
, be sure to hang it up tomorrow night.”
…
In just one day, thanks to the momentum created by Zuixianlou and the encouragement of the guests that night, "Gift Wanling" spread throughout the capital.
Literary men, talented men and beauties were all amazed, and even alarmed the Hanlin Academy.
The literary world of the Ming Dynasty was completely boiling!
A group of old scholars who have read poetry and books gave another in-depth interpretation and were amazed.
The poem changed hands several times, and finally, together with the translation, several bachelors from the Hanlin Academy submitted it to Zhu Yuanzhang's court.
"The graceful Yan Ji is fifteen years old. She is used to dragging her long train instead of taking slender steps.
When everyone in the crowd looks at each other, the color of the world is like dust.
The flowers blooming in the pavilions of a tree are all natural and speechless.
Wu Niang praises her dancing skills in front of her, but unfortunately she is always mistaken for her waist."
While Zhu Yuanzhang was reading, he looked at the annotations written by Hanlin scholars. The poem was only a few words long, but the translation was as high as three thousand. Even the author's mood when he wrote the lyrics was written down.
Zhu Yuanzhang muttered: "It's just a poem for a geisha. Does it have so much knowledge?"
He is educated, but not much.
He can also write two poems and songs, but he is not good at it after all. He cannot read whether this poem expresses this meaning, but it is not easy to refute it directly.
After all, everyone from the literati to the Hanlin bachelors said that he was praising the Ming Dynasty. If he refuted it, it would make him look like he was uneducated.
"Biao'er, look at this poem."
Zhu Biao took it and read it again, and was amazed: "This talent is truly rare in the world..."
"No need to say anything about talent, just look at the Hanlin Academy's annotations." Zhu Yuanzhang said, "I think it's a bit over-interpreted."
Zhu Biao lowered his head and read the translation again. After a long time, he said, "Maybe it's a bit over-interpreted, but the direction is definitely correct."
"Oh?" Zhu Yuanzhang said in surprise, "Do you think so too?"
"Father, poetry is all about subtlety. This poem is right in every aspect. It must have been intentional by the person who wrote the lyrics."
Zhu Yuanzhang nodded slowly and said with a cold face: "In other words, this person really used the name of praising geisha to metaphorically reflect the Ming Dynasty. He is so brave, come..."
"Father, calm down." Zhu Biao said quickly, "This person did not mean to blaspheme the Ming Dynasty when he wrote this poem. On the contrary, it has a sad and sorrowful meaning. It can be seen that this person still wants to make the Ming Dynasty better."
"Where does this sadness come from?" Zhu Yuanzhang looked confused, "Where did you see it?"
Zhu Biao handed the poem to Zhu Yuanzhang, "Father, look at the last sentence, how pitiful you are always mistaken by your waist!
According to Biao'er, the so-called waist refers to corrupt officials or the unreasonable policies of the court.
Since that person said this, he must have a reasonable strategy, at least one that he thinks is reasonable. Why not call this person into the palace and give him a lesson."
Zhu Biao said happily, "If he really has the strategy to govern and secure the country, it will be a great blessing for the country of Ming Dynasty. On the contrary, he can be punished slightly to let him put away his pride and study with peace of mind, so that he can serve the country in the future.
"
"Haha..." Zhu Yuanzhang smiled happily, "Biaoer is still thoughtful, so I will do as you say."
"Xiao Guizi, go to the Zhenfu Division to pass on our oral instructions, and ask Mao Xiang to bring him here early tomorrow morning."
"Yes, I obey your order."
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Zhenfu Division.
After receiving the imperial edict, Mao Xiang immediately took action. To show his concern, he directly sent out all the imperial guards on hand.
All of a sudden, all the Jinyiwei spies came out and searched for Mr. Li all over the city.