Chu Ling smiled and shook her head. Xiang Yannian was too simple. He looked at everything in the world based on the good side. This simplicity is good, but it is not suitable for the current situation.
There is silence here.
Huangfu Jingyu, who was on stage, was keenly aware of the strange expressions displayed by these great scholars.
One like this.
Two like this.
Maybe Huangfu Jingyu won't think too much about anything else.
However, all the scholars gathered here were like this, and things became unusual.
Thinking of this, Huangfu Jingyu turned to look at Chu Ling standing under the stage, and saw Chu Ling staring at him, his phoenix eyes narrowed slightly.
"Gentlemen, why haven't you commented yet?"
Huangfu Jingyu rolled up his sleeves and turned to look at the scholars in front of him, "Is there some mystery behind these nine poems?"
Many scholars turned around and saw that the person who spoke was Huangfu Jingyu. The displeasure between his brows disappeared in an instant.
"The third princess is right. There is a mystery in these nine poems in front of you."
Jiang Zhongzi in the crowd glanced at Dugu Sheng and said in a sonorous tone: "The third princess is also proficient in poetry, why don't you come and taste it first?"
yes!
Many scholars with strange expressions had a flash of light in their eyes after hearing what Jiang Zhongzi said, and their expressions changed when they looked at Huangfu Jingyu.
"How can I do such a thing in front of all the princes?"
Huangfu Jingyu was not an ignorant person. Seeing the demeanor of many great scholars, he became wary and said, "I just want to ask about the situation. The poems decided by this literary battle still need to be decided by the princes."
"The third princess is too modest."
Qi Luanchuan stepped forward and said: "I have heard about the talent of the third princess. If the third princess does not read these nine poems, she will definitely regret it."
"Second."
"Second."
Wu Jingzhi followed up with the four sages of Zhushan guarding him.
What the hell is going on?
The crowd gathered on the terrace had different expressions when they saw the scene in front of them.
It is strange in itself that the poems that so many great scholars find difficult to comment on require the third princess to come forward and appreciate them.
However, the more this happens, the more it arouses curiosity.
Dugu Sheng frowned.
The situation that appeared in front of him was something he had not expected before.
The uneasiness in my heart, for some reason, became stronger and stronger.
"Since the four sages of Zhushan have said so, it would be disrespectful if I didn't come to appreciate it."
Facing countless gazes, Huangfu Jingyu smiled slightly and said, "I would like to see what the mystery of these nine poems is."
After saying this, Huangfu Jingyu stepped forward, and many great scholars stepped aside.
This poem...
When he saw the first poem, Huangfu Jingyu frowned slightly and his smile disappeared.
The poem is a good poem. According to Huangfu Jingyu's opinion, it is no wonder that it was included in the "Qinglong Collection".
But why does this poem feel so familiar?
It's like that...
Thinking of this, Huangfu Jingyu made up his mind and glanced at the scholars standing on both sides. No wonder, no wonder they were like this.
The first poem.
The second poem.
The third poem.
The fourth poem.
The fifth poem.
As Huangfu Jingyu tasted the songs one by one, his thoughts became stronger and stronger, and he was even more surprised in his heart, Dugu Sheng, what on earth do you want to do!
However, when he saw the sixth poem, Huangfu Jingyu stopped.
It seems that the third princess has noticed.
Qi Luanchuan, Fu Shou, Wu Jingzhi, Jiang Zhongzi, Zheng Zhixin and other great scholars who saw this scene all spoke secretly in tacit understanding at this moment.
As great Confucians who are famous all over the world, they may have achieved fame at different times, but they still possess the same qualities.
In their eyes, words are alive!
It’s definitely not a dead thing!
Those poems that can be included in the "Qinglong Collection", no matter which one they are, have their own unique charm.
This is something that ordinary people cannot taste.
But they can taste it!
As far as today's world is concerned, among the famous Confucian scholars, each one of them has his own style of poetry. Even if he deliberately conceals it, he can still appreciate it.
"What a poem."
The words Huangfu Jingyu blurted out made many great scholars smile, and even some great scholars became excited. With these words of approval coming from Huangfu Jingyu's mouth, the blockage in his heart was slightly relieved.
"What the princess said is very good!"
Jiang Zhongzi put his hands on his hands and laughed loudly and said: "The artistic conception of this poem is flowing and elegant, but it is not artificially carved. It follows one's will and is natural. It is a rare masterpiece."
Of course!
The corners of Chu Ling's mouth curled up slightly. Jiang Zhongzi's words made Chu Ling guess what he was talking about.
"Third Princess, what is the poem you approve of?"
In the crowd, one person couldn't help but raised his head and asked: "Can you read out the poem so that we can have a look?"
"yes."
Li Qian, who was waiting impatiently, followed closely and said: "We have all been waiting for a long time. Since it is a literary competition, we should also explain the poetry. What's the point of being so exciting!"
"Well said."
"It's time to light up..."
The originally quiet crowd became lively again at this moment. This scene aroused deep curiosity in many groups everywhere.
Faced with this situation, Huangfu Jingyu picked up the poem and turned around slowly. The noisy crowd became quiet at this moment.
"Those who can write such poems are relegated to immortals."
Faced with countless gazes, Huangfu Jingyu said with a complex expression: "It is undoubtedly blasphemy for me to recite this poem. However, I feel that it is most appropriate for Rongzhu Kingdom to recite this poem. Rongzhu Kingdom is my Feng Dynasty."
One of the Nine Pillars, it can be said to be the pillar supporting the sky!"
good!
wonderful!
As soon as Huangfu Jingyu said these words, all the scholars gathered on the stage secretly thought that it was the third princess of the Feng Dynasty who was the most difficult to decipher in just a few words.
Qi Luanchuan, Fu Shou, and Wu Jing looked at each other and showed faint smiles.
"Straight bitch, it's so uncomfortable."
In the Tianjing Pavilion, the old man in white slapped the table and said, "What kind of poem is it? I'm really worried. Dugu Sheng is really moving."
"I'm afraid things are not simple."
The old man in purple robe muttered: "If you can call the third princess a banished immortal, I'm afraid that poem will be hard to find."
"I know."
The old man in white glared and said, "I just want to see what kind of poems this banished immortal has written."
Huangfu Jingyu's sentence of banishing immortals made many people find it strange, especially when Dugu Sheng came to recite it. They intuitively told them that the matter was probably not simple.
"Brother Chu, who did you say this poem held by the third princess was written by?" Su Shisan, who was impatient and impatient, whispered to Chu Ling: "How can the third princess be called an immortal? This literary fight, Chu
Are you really sure of winning?"
"Let's just wait and see what happens."
Chu Ling smiled faintly and said, "When Rong Zhuguo recites this poem in public, won't Brother Su know about it?"
Um?
The calmness shown by Chu Ling made Su Shisan look surprised. At a certain moment, an idea came to his mind that could not subside for a long time, and even the look in his eyes towards Chu Ling changed.
