"I'm really anxious. It's already been a stick of incense when the top three candidates will be announced for the first round of the final selection of the Wangyou Lake Poetry Association."
"Look at your impatience. Even if you want to announce the top three choices, you have to comment first. Each person will write two poems, regardless of genre. These are fourteen poems or lyrics. How can you choose so quickly?
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"Speaking of which, don't you think it's strange that the first round of the final selection is not conducted by a scholar from the Seven Colleges? Isn't the Lake Wangyou Poetry Meeting proposed by the Seven Colleges?"
"It's already the time, so many dignitaries and dignitaries are going to Wangyou Lake, haven't you seen it yet? The noble person who was rumored earlier will be..."
"No way, the emperor is really here in person?!"
"Please keep your voice down. Don't lose the face of our Imperial College during such a grand event. You are obviously stupid at reading. You can't understand this situation."
The many scholars gathered on the high platform of Heart Island in Wangyou Lake had no intention of enjoying the songs and dances performed by the musicians and dancers in front of the Babao Mingtang. They crowded on the high platform and whispered to each other.
As students of the Imperial College or the Seven Colleges, they are respected scholars outside Wangyou Lake. However, in such a special environment, even though they are treated with due courtesy, there are too many people coming here.
As a result, they could only squeeze together.
After all, Babao Lake, where Wangyou Lake is located, is so large. There are so many groups coming to the Wangyou Lake Poetry Contest for the final selection that it would be impossible for a single-person unit to queue up.
Things like Heart Island are also happening in other places.
"Uncle Zong, it's already here, don't you want to let the air out?"
On the high platform of Ji Zhi Dao, a middle-aged man wearing a crimson official robe put down his wine glass, leaned on his table and said to Zuo Guangxian, the Minister of Etiquette, who was enjoying the song and dance: "This comment is the final selection of the first performance.
Who are the writers of poetry?"
"Otsuka Zai, I told you, I don't know."
Zuo Guangxian looked helpless, lifted up the sleeves of his robe, looked around, and said to Guo Sheng, the Minister of Civil Affairs: "Why is this Wangyou Lake Poetry Meeting held? What changes have happened between the government and the public recently? It's not that Otsuka Zai doesn't know about it.
Your Majesty, you have always been accustomed to being arbitrary, and the Ministry of Rites is important, but your Majesty does not listen to advice, what can I do?"
"That's all, don't mention these anymore."
Guo Sheng waved his hand and said: "I am becoming more and more unpredictable in this court now. I don't know whether the prime minister is really sick in the future at Wangyou Lake or is pretending to be sick."
Zuo Guangxian frowned slightly. He had some idea of Guo Sheng's intention. He could hear it, but he didn't say much else. It was true that he was the Minister of Rites, but there were some things that he could not get involved in.
came in.
"Look, it's the Yan family!"
I don't know who shouted, and many people turned their attention to it. They saw Yan Yutang, followed by several palace officials, holding a beam-shaped qin, and his green shirt was moving in the wind.
"Sir, isn't that the Yan family who held a cultural banquet in Longshou Garden and was highly praised by others?" Xiang Yannian, with a slightly red face, saw the appearance of Yan Yu Hall clearly and said in surprise: "I didn't expect that in
I can still see him in the final selection of the Wangyou Lake Poetry Club."
"Speaking of this Yan family, his life is nothing short of legendary."
Su Shisan was holding a wine flask and said with a serious expression: "I lost my father when I was young. I remarried with my mother and was forced to take my stepfather's surname. I was quite bumpy when I was young. I was kidnapped by bandits at the age of eleven. Fortunately, I was blessed by a knight.
After the rescue, he was able to save his life. After that, the Yan family followed the knights around the world. At the age of fifteen, he came to Xanadu. By chance, he showed amazing talent in piano skills and was accepted as a disciple by the master of piano skills Li Zhihu. At the age of thirty,
It was also in that year that the Yan family changed their surname back to their original names..."
It's quite legendary.
Chu Ling sat cross-legged on the brocade cushion and looked at Yan Yu Tang who was playing the piano. Although they were far apart, Chu Ling could feel a momentum, which was unique to Yan Yu Tang.
"I don't know what the Yan family will play tonight." Yunchuan was quite curious and said with some expectation: "Listening to the Yan family's music is really a pleasure."
The atmosphere here became subtle.
"It seems that His Majesty is quite dissatisfied with the matter of Longshou Bieyuan." Somewhere, Shangguan Hong of Qin Zhuguo leaned on his desk, looked at Yanyu Hall with a half-smile, and said majestically to King Qi Zhu beside him, "On
Yangmou, Dugu Sheng is a good old fox, but it also depends on who he is competing with."
As he spoke, Shangguan Hong glanced in one direction.
Not far away, Dugu Sheng, who was originally smiling, had no smile at this moment. He never thought that Yan Yutang would appear in Wangyou Lake.
"That is."
Wang Wei, who also saw this scene, said with a half-smile but not a smile: "Your Majesty is such a heroic lord. Even the old thief Sima is afraid of you. Even if your Majesty's dragon body is not in good condition, it does not mean that your Majesty cannot control the court. There are some people like this.
I always feel that I am an exception, interesting and interesting.”
Having said this, Wang Wei reached out to pick up the wine glass and started drinking heavily.
The many groups gathered in the Babao Mingtang had different thoughts in their hearts at this moment, and some people's expressions began to become unnatural.
"When will the bright moon come..."
Accompanied by the sound of the piano played by Yan Yutang, an ethereal voice followed closely behind. Under the gaze of countless people, several palace people were seen walking up carrying a sedan chair. On the sedan chair, a man was sitting.
The young girl held the pipa in her arms, her face covered by gauze, but the familiar voice shocked many people.
"Sir, you made the words."
Xiang Yannian's face was surprised, and he looked at Chu Ling excitedly, "It's the song "Water Melody Songtou: When Will the Bright Moon Come" written by you in the preliminary selection of the Wangyou Lake Poetry Society."
Um?
Chu Ling frowned slightly and stared at the young girl.
"She is actually the daughter of the current prime minister."
Su Shisan, who was standing aside, said in surprise, then looked at Chu Ling, "Brother Chu, you will definitely be able to enter the second round of the final selection this time."
The prime minister Su Shisan mentioned was Sima Shuo, and his youngest daughter Sima Yutang was only twenty-eight years old and had not yet left the cabinet. She was proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting.
"Your Majesty, what exactly do you want to do?"
Jiang Zhongzi, who was sitting not far away, frowned when he saw this scene and muttered to himself, "Sima Shuo is already willing to bow his head, do you still want to force me like this?"
During the final selection of the Wangyou Lake Poetry Competition, the Prime Minister Sima Shuo fell ill and was unable to come. Logically speaking, his daughter Sima Yutang should not have appeared, but she did.
For those who know some of the inside story, when they see Sima Yutang, they are bound to think of other things. Although the song "Shui Tiao Ge Tou·When Will the Bright Moon Come" sung by Sima Yutang is indeed quite amazing.
, especially the repertoire played by Yan Yutang, a master of piano skills, the combination of the two makes people intoxicated, but some people can't focus their thoughts here...