Two great talents, Zhuang Shaocheng and Shang Shiheng, were composing their own verses when they suddenly saw Chai Yonghui's expression. They felt that it was incomparably gorgeous and charming, and couldn't help but lose consciousness. When they came back to their senses, they thought that they had been intoxicated by a man just now.
I was absent-minded and couldn't help but feel a chill in my heart. I didn't dare to look at Chai Yonghui anymore. I couldn't help but feel strange in my heart: 'He is obviously a man, but why is he more delicate and charming than a woman?' The charm of the glimpse just came to mind again, and I couldn't help but feel a twinge in my heart.
swing.
The talented people chanted poems about the moon one after another, either famous lines written by their predecessors, or poems they had racked their brains to write. Of course, the famous lines of the predecessors were beautiful in words and artistic conception, but the poems written by the talented people themselves were uneven.
Qi, both beauty and ugliness. The scene burst into laughter from time to time, because some talents had limited talent and knowledge, and the limericks they wrote were very funny. At this time, all the talents would make noises together and force them to drink.
Sun Tongfang stood up, and the originally noisy scene gradually became quiet. Everyone's eyes fell on him, and everyone felt that the time for the real competition had come.
Sun Tongfang looked at Zhao Xiangxiang, and then at Luo Yanran, who was wearing a gauze veil and had a hazy and fairy-like temperament. An impulse arose in her heart, and she bowed and said: "Xiao Ke just filled out a poem, and I'd like to invite the two ladies."
Appreciate it!" Li Qingzhao smiled and said: "Master Sun's masterpiece must be extraordinary!"
Sun Tongfang smiled slightly, looking confident and confident. After a pause, he chanted in a loud voice: "After the dream, the tower is locked high, and the curtains are drooped when drunk. When spring regret came last year, the fallen flower man became independent, and Wei Yuyan flew together.
.I remember when Xiao Pin first met, Luo Yi had two words for heart. The pipa string said lovesickness. The bright moon was there at that time, and it returned home with the colorful clouds."
Zhao Xiangxiang's eyes showed surprise, and then showed an expression of admiration; someone among the talented people praised loudly: "Master Sun's actions are extraordinary, this poem is probably comparable to that of famous people in the Tang and Song Dynasties!" Several talented people praised one after another:
Nodding in agreement, chanting in a low voice, expressions full of emotion, but more talented people had jealous looks on their faces, which according to today's terms is envy, jealousy and hatred. Sun Tongfang couldn't help but feel very proud when he saw that his move shocked the entire audience.
, when Gu Pan was proud, he couldn't help but look at Zhao Xiangxiang and Luo Yanran. Of course Zhao Xiangxiang sighed, and although Luo Yanran couldn't see his face, he must have been very moved.
"Mr. Zhuang, Mr. Shang, you two are more talented and famous than Mr. Sun. You must have more masterpieces, right?" Someone said loudly, and many people agreed. At this time, all the talents wanted to do was to rush Sun Tongfang.
The limelight has been suppressed, but they can't care about the limelight of others. Furthermore, Zhuang Shaocheng and Shang Shiheng are both great talents who are famous all over the world. To a certain extent, it is natural for them to be in the limelight, and they can accept it, but then
Sun Tongfang's reputation is average and not much different from his own. If he were to steal the limelight, it would be extremely depressing. People share this sentiment and hope that Zhuang Shaocheng and Shang Shiheng can overwhelm Sun Tongfang with a good sentence. Zhao Xiangxiang and Luo Yanran are also very fond of it.
Looking at the two people expectantly, looking forward to their performance. Sun Tongfang stared at the two of them, looking a little nervous. The most relaxed and comfortable people at the scene were probably Yang Peng and Chai Yonghui. Who would win and who would lose?
It was completely meaningless for the two of them. They drank a little wine and chatted quietly, completely treating these many talented people as nothing.
Zhuang Shaocheng looked at Shang Shiheng and said with a smile: "Master Shang is famous for his talents. I respectfully listen to your masterpieces."
Shang Shiheng thought to himself: "Humph, if you want to wait for work and attack others later! That's up to you. Even if you try hard to break your head, I'm afraid you won't be able to surpass my masterpiece." After thinking about this, he smiled and said: "Since Mr. Zhuang is humble, I will respect you." Why don't you obey your fate?" Yuluo stood up and saw everyone's eyes falling on him. He felt very good. He put one hand behind his back and raised his head to look at the bright moon. He looked a bit like Li Taibai of the Tang Dynasty. I saw him brooding for a moment, and then chanting loudly: "The lonely moon is full when the building is full, and the cold river is moving in the night. The wave of gold is uncertain, and the mat is covered with silk. The mountains are not empty, and the mountains are quiet, and there are few rows hanging high. Hometown The pines and osmanthus bloom, and the beauty spreads across thousands of miles."
The scene was silent, and everyone was lowering their heads to chant the artistic conception of this poem. I just felt that in terms of the rhythm of the words, this poem was very similar to Sun Tongfang's poem. The two had different charms, but they were like spring orchids and autumn chrysanthemums. Although he is good at winning, this poem by Shang Shiheng far surpasses Sun Tongfang in terms of artistic conception, and is not inferior to those famous writers in the Tang Dynasty! Many people immediately praised him, and some even said: "Master Shang Even if this piece of masterpiece is placed in the Tang Dynasty, it is enough to compete with the eternal famous works of Li Taibai and others!" Sun Tongfang, who had just been in the limelight, looked pale, and his eyes could not stop showing hatred, but his skills were not as good as others. There is nothing else to think about except empty anger.
Shang Shiheng felt proud, but the praises of the talented people were not what he valued most. His eyes fell on Luo Yanran, and he clasped his fists and asked, "I wonder if Miss Luo thinks whispering this poem can be pleasing to the eyes?" There was pride in his tone. , but there is also a hint of nervousness.
Luo Yanran did not answer Shang Shiheng's question immediately, but asked Zhao Xiangxiang: "Sister, what do you think of Mr. Shang's five unique skills?" Zhao Xiangxiang looked at Shang Shiheng and said, "Sister Shang's five unique skills. He has a profound artistic conception from a high position, and has transcended the personal relationship between his children and deeply cherishes the feelings of his family and country, which is very rare."
Luo Yanran nodded and said: "What my sister said is absolutely true, and my little sister thinks so too. The poem Mr. Sun just wrote is extraordinary, beautiful and pathos. It is already a rare masterpiece. However, the best among the best has its own best, Sun. Compared with Mr. Shang's five unique poems, Mr. Shang's poems are inferior by three points." Shang Shiheng felt proud, clasping his fists and saying, "Thank you so much, Miss Yanran, for your compliments!" Luo Yanran said calmly: "Why do you need to thank me, Mr. Shang? I It’s not that I’m partial to Young Master Shang, it’s just that Young Master Shang’s Five Arts are indeed very good!” When all the talented people heard Luo Yanran praise Shang Shiheng, they couldn’t help but feel sour in their hearts. But now when they heard Luo Yanran say this in a calm tone, they just felt Luo Yanran didn't look at Shang Shiheng in a different light, and her evaluation of the poems was just based on facts, so she couldn't help but feel happy, but Shang Shiheng was naturally depressed.
Zhuang Shaocheng said with a smile: "Young Master Shang's moves are extraordinary. I'm afraid it won't be easy for me to surpass Mr. Shang. But now that the tea order is here, I have to show my shame!" Everyone's eyes immediately focused on him.
Zhuang Shaocheng stood up, glanced at Luo Yanran, with deep affection in his eyes, and chanted: "Visitors come from the south of the Yangtze River, and the moon is waxing when they arrive. During the leisurely journey, I see clear light three times. Dawn follows the waning moon, and evening follows the new moon. Stay. Who said the moon is ruthless, chasing each other thousands of miles away. In the morning, we go to the Weishui Bridge, and in the evening we enter Chang'an Street. I don't know whose guest I am when the moon is tonight." As soon as Zhuang Shaocheng chanted, people immediately cheered. Zhao Xiangxiang said in appreciation. "Young Master Zhuang's five unique poems are indistinguishable from those of Young Master Shang!" Luo Yanran also said: "It's like two peaks confronting each other. It's really hard to tell the difference. The two of them are truly the best in the world today. Famous talent!"
Zhuang Shaocheng smiled and bowed and said: "Thank you, Miss!" and then sat back in his seat.
Someone among the talents said loudly: "Although the two gentlemen are very talented, I'm afraid they are far inferior to the two ladies! I wonder if we are lucky enough to be able to listen to the two ladies' masterpieces?" All the talents were shocked.
Their eyes lit up, and they all started cheering excitedly. Someone shouted: "We need to set a new reward and punishment! If the two ladies win, the two gentlemen will have to punish themselves with a bowl of tea. If the two gentlemen win by luck,
, Miss Li just punished herself with tea, Miss Yanran please take off your face and show her true face!" Everyone was very excited when they heard these words, and they all cheered. Li Qingzhao punished himself with tea. It was nothing, but Luo Yanran's cloud
Everyone has been longing for Li Yuerong for a long time.
Shang Shiheng and Zhuang Shaocheng were naturally eager to see Luo Yanran's moonlight appearance. At the same time, they were also very happy that everyone compared them with Miss Yanran and Miss Zhao. They immediately looked at Luo Yanran and Zhao Xiangxiang without saying anything.
Zhao Xiangxiang looked at Luo Yanran and said with a smile: "Sister, sister is nothing, I just know you..." Luo Yanran smiled indifferently and said: "Since sister is nothing, of course being a sister is nothing either." Then she turned to look at everyone.
The scholar said: "The reason why the little girl wears a veil on her head is not to be mysterious, but because she is weak and is used to resist the wind and cold. If you want to bet on the little girl's true appearance, it doesn't matter. If the little girl
The poems and poems I wrote with my sister are indeed not as good as those of the two young masters, so I should take off my cover."
When everyone heard that Luo Yanran agreed, they couldn't help but be excited.
Luo Yanran looked at Zhao Xiangxiang and said with a smile: "Sister, who of us will come first?" Zhao Xiangxiang said with a smile: "Let my sister do the talking." Yuluo then stood up, took small steps, and walked to the pavilion.
Facing the rippling moonlight in the water, he softly chanted: "At night, I am too drunk to remove my makeup, and the plum calyx is inserted into the broken branches. When I wake up, my spring sleep is broken, and my dream is broken. People are quiet, the moon is still hanging, and the green curtain is hanging. I move the remaining pistils.
, the more you pick up the lingering fragrance, the more time you will have."
Everyone showed a look of obsession, as if they saw an infatuated woman who gave her true love, feeling pity for herself under the moonlit night. It really hurt her heart and moved her face. Sun Tongfang couldn't help but said: "Miss Zhao, this scene
The poems are so touching and touching! Even if they cannot surpass the five unique skills of Mr. Shang and Mr. Zhuang, they are not inferior!" All the talents nodded, and then looked at Luo Yanran together. Now it depends on her. If her works can be
If it is as good as Zhao Xiangxiang's work, it can at least be a draw, otherwise it will be lost, because this competition is between two talented men and two talented women, and the victory or defeat of any one person is related to the overall victory or defeat.
At this time, a gust of breeze blew up and stirred up Luo Yanran's face. In an instant, everyone got a startled look. Although they could only see the tip of the iceberg, they couldn't help but be amazed by it.
While everyone was in a trance, they only heard Luo Yanran's soft and melodious voice: "The embroidered hibiscus smiled and leaned against the precious duck to kiss her fragrant cheeks. Only then did her eyes move and people guessed. One side is charming and charming, and the other side is charming.
Hate is conveyed in my heart, and the moon moves away and the shadow of the flowers promises to come back again." Everyone felt their hearts fluttering, and then they couldn't help but feel jealous. Luo Yanran's poem clearly expressed the feelings of her first love. Who could actually make this woman of both sex and art?
The peerlessly enchanting woman was moved. At this thought, everyone's eyes were scanning each other, and finally fixed on Zhuang Shaocheng and Shang Shiheng, with extremely jealous expressions in their eyes. Zhuang Shaocheng and Shang Shiheng each
His cells were all excited. He puffed up his chest and looked at Luo Yanran, just like a male peacock displaying his beautiful feathers in front of a female peacock.
As for Luo Yanran herself, she was extremely shy and secretly regretted it. She just couldn't help but recite such a poem because of something she felt in her heart. She didn't even know how she could compose such a poem. Now she sees everyone looking at her with burning eyes.
Looking at myself, I was really ashamed, but fortunately there was a gauze to cover my shame. I accidentally saw Zhao Xiangxiang looking at me, half-smiling but not smiling, which made me even more shy.
Zhao Xiangxiang looked away, smiled and asked Zhuang Shaocheng and Shang Shiheng, "Two young masters, how do you like this poem about sister Yanran?" Luo Yanran's poem can be said to be touching and touching, but it is a little lacking in expression.
It is not subtle. Judging from the aesthetics of people of this era, it is not as good as the previous three poems. However, both Zhuang Shaocheng and Shang Shiheng were wholeheartedly trying to please Luo Yanran, so how could they say that her poems were inferior?
Therefore, as soon as the two of them heard Zhao Xiangxiang's question, they nodded hurriedly and said: "What a poem! What a poem!" They stared at Luo Yanran with burning eyes. They must have regarded themselves as the person implicit in Luo Yanran's poem.
People.
Zhao Xiangxiang naturally knew that the two of them intended to flatter Luo Yanran, but she did not expose it and said with a smile: "Since the poems written by the young lady and sister Yanran are as good as those of the two young masters, then this competition is a draw. Since there is no
Win or lose, there will be no reward or punishment."
Shang Shiheng and Zhuang Shaocheng reacted, and couldn't help but feel a little depressed, and said to themselves: "If this happens, wouldn't it mean that we won't be able to see Miss Yanran's beautiful face in the clouds?" However, although they were a little regretful, they did not dare to offend Luo Yanran at all.
He hurriedly said: "The talents of the two ladies are astonishing, and we are willing to bow down! We are so lucky to be able to listen to the masterpieces of the two ladies today!" Other talented people also agreed. Although these people know that in Shang Shiheng and Zhuang Shaocheng's works,
In front of them, they most likely have little chance, but they still have hope in their hearts to express themselves. They are all thinking in their hearts: Who can say for sure about feelings? Although my appearance is as good as that of Zhuang Shang
It's a little inferior in comparison, but no one can guarantee that Miss Yanran won't fall in love with me at first sight!
Luo Yanran turned to look at Yang Peng, who had been silent just now, and said: "I heard that although King Yan is a warrior on the battlefield, he is also a talented man with many talents. Many of his poems are widely circulated and popular. As a general,
The subordinates of King Yan must have learned some skills from King Yan, and they asked the general for advice!" Yang Peng muttered to himself: "You know that I am not a scholar, but you still come to ask me for advice. Could it be that you want me to make a fool of myself?" Just as he was about to speak,
Chai Yonghui on the side said: "I'm here." Everyone's eyes couldn't help but fall on Chai Yonghui's face. They all looked weird, thinking: 'How come this man is so handsome? Miss Zhao on the side is also incredible.
There are many beautiful women, but compared with her, they are much inferior. I am afraid that there are not many women in the world who can be more beautiful than him. Hey, I can't help but pity a man who looks like this. It is really a waste.
ah!'
Several talented people who had had a relationship with Chai Yonghui had expressions of surprise and uncertainty on their faces. They had naturally recognized Chai Yonghui at this time. Since she was Chai Yonghui, then the man whom he fell in love with was probably...
That was that person! When several people thought of this, they all felt a little scared, and then they made up their minds to stop talking. Didn't the saint say that trouble comes from the mouth? If they didn't speak, they would definitely not get into trouble.
Chai Yonghui looked at Yang Peng with gentle and affectionate eyes. The affectionate look in his eyes was very enviable. But when he thought that he was a man, the envious mood disappeared and a shiver ran through his body. I don’t know if Yang Peng couldn’t help it.
, still determined to stimulate the people present, he actually stretched out his hand to hold the back of Chai Yonghui's hand and looked back affectionately. Everyone was shocked. Although it was still autumn weather, everyone felt as if it was snowing in the middle of winter.
Thousands of miles of ice seemed to be frozen, and the ground was booming obediently. These two people were too bold, and they actually played this Longyang habit in public in full view! However, some people were envious of Yang Peng and secretly said: "Such a beautiful man is comparable to a woman."
It's much stronger!' Thinking this, I couldn't help but swallow my saliva.
Chai Yonghui smiled sweetly, then frowned slightly, feeling worried. When everyone saw this scene, their hearts swayed. At this moment, they almost thought she was a peerless beauty. Chai Yonghui said softly: "Brother
, Just now, I filled in a poem for you." After a pause, he chanted softly: "The fragrance of red lotus roots lingers in the jade mat in autumn. I undressed my clothes lightly and got on the orchid boat alone. Who in the clouds sent me a brocade book?
When the wild goose returns, the moon is full on the west tower. The flowers are floating and the water is flowing. A kind of lovesickness and two idle worries. There is no way to eliminate this feeling, so I lower my brows, but it is in my heart."
Everyone showed surprise. Except for Zhao Xiangxiang, no one expected that this sissy who had never heard of it could actually write such good words. Even compared with the two great talents and the two great talented women, it was not at all.
It’s not inferior, and the love in it is something that the other four people don’t have. It’s unforgettable and touching! It’s just that he, a man, wrote such a sentimental poem about a man. Really, really...
Yang Peng held Chai Yonghui's delicate hand and said apologetically: "Brother has nothing to do, the world is not peaceful yet, so he must fight in all directions!" Chai Yonghui saw that he couldn't help but express the full affection that had been hidden in his heart for a long time in front of everyone.
, couldn't help but feel infinite shame. At this time, after hearing Yang Peng's apologetic words, he couldn't help but said softly: "I don't blame the eldest brother. The eldest brother is a great hero. Naturally, he should dominate the world! I just feel a little lovesick." Yang Peng.
Sighed.
Luo Yanran suddenly said: "This young master is really talented and knowledgeable. I was so blind just now!" Chai Yonghui glanced at her, smiled slightly, and said lightly: "This kind of talent is of no use. It can neither feed nor feed people.
Resisting foreign enemies is nothing more than entertainment after dinner. In fact, it is not much different from a singer and a dancer!"
Everyone present is a person who is conceited about his talent and knowledge. They are usually proud of this and look down on others. When they heard Chai Yonghui's words, they were naturally very unhappy. However, Chai Yonghui just showed his extraordinary talent. Everyone
I wanted to criticize him but couldn't.
Luo Yanran looked at Yang Peng and said to herself: "You are his, so naturally you should follow his lead in everything!" Then she said: "Master Chai hides everything, we finally see it, and the little girl admires it very much!" Then she rushed
Yang Peng said: "But the general hasn't finished the tea order yet!" Everyone's eyes fell on Yang Peng. Some people gloated and sneered in their hearts: This person despises us scholars, he must not have real talent and learning, wait a moment
See how he makes a fool of himself.
Seeing that everyone was eagerly waiting for him to make a fool of himself, Yang Peng laughed and said: "I'm not very good at poetry..." As soon as he said this, all the talents showed that they were indeed like this, and their expressions became even more contemptuous. Zhuang Shaocheng mocked
He said as if: "General, if you really can't do it, it would be a good idea to write a limerick." All the talented people laughed.
Yang Peng said with a smile: "Aren't you writing poems and poems just to express your love for Miss Luo Yanran? But you are all secretive. It is really not a man's style! I will teach you today!"
Everyone first heard Yang Peng reveal what they were thinking, and couldn't help but feel slightly embarrassed. Then they heard Yang Peng say that he wanted to teach them, and couldn't help being very angry. They all thought to themselves: Who are you? How dare you make such big statements?
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Sun Tongfang sneered and said: "It seems that the general is hiding his secrets well. I'll wait and see for myself!" All the talented people booed with mocking expressions, waiting to see him make a fool of himself.
Yang Peng didn't care, and asked Zhao Xiangxiang: "Sister Xiangxiang, do you have a flute?" Zhao Xiangxiang knew that Yang Peng was going to show off his skills, and was very excited, and quickly said: "Yes, yes!" Then he said to the maid next to him.
Ju'er gave the order once, and the latter quickly agreed and hurried down.
A moment later, Ju'er came back with a crystal clear jade flute. When Zhao Xiangxiang saw that Ju'er brought the jade flute that she usually used, her face blushed, but she didn't say anything.
Ju'er ran to Yang Peng, held up the jade flute with both hands, and said respectfully: "Brother." Yang Peng took the jade flute and said to Ju'er, "Thank you." Ju'er smiled brightly, and then ran shyly.
Arriving behind the lady.
Yang Peng sat on the stone bench and put the jade flute to his mouth. Zhao Xiangxiang couldn't help but feel excited when she saw this scene. Yang Peng tried the sound quality of the jade flute and nodded. He raised his head and looked at Chai Yonghui, smiling.
: "This song was given to you by my eldest brother." Chai Yonghui's eyes lit up, and he couldn't help but feel emotional and expectant.
Yang Peng started to play skillfully, and the melodious music immediately rippled out. All the talented people who were waiting to see Yang Peng make a fool of themselves couldn't help but express shock. This piece of music was unheard of. It was completely different from ordinary flute music, but it was extremely melodious and moving.
, people's emotions can't help but ripple with the music. Luo Yanran let out a cry of surprise, obviously very surprised by Yang Peng's performance. In fact, the music played by Yang Peng is not unusual in modern society.
, it is the classic love song, "The Trouble Caused by the Moon". Since the title is the moon, it is the trouble caused by the moon.
What happened after all? Let’s look at the breakdown next time.