Qilin son from a poor family, the son is unparalleled in the world Chapter 83: A beautiful woman dances with a sword and enjoys a banquet. She gets drunk and calls herself a fairy in poetry.
Chapter 83: A beautiful woman dances with a sword and enjoys a banquet. She gets drunk and calls herself a fairy in poetry.
A year ago, Zhang Xiuran came to Huaiyang City.
To put it nicely, it means avoiding the edge and keeping a low profile. To put it badly, it means being cowarded and hiding.
Just now, after what Ye Qing said.
He murmured: "A man brings a Wu hook, and it rains blood to find a prince."
He looked at Ye Qing with an appraising look and said:
"What you said about me makes my blood boil."
"A man was born between heaven and earth, how can he live in a state of depression for a long time?"
"I have been hiding for more than a year. After more than a year of leisure, my body and bones also want to move."
"Since I have been found by those people, let's play with them."
The next moment, Zhang Xiuran's eyes looked tenderly at the frosty Mo Wanqing standing behind Shangguan Lanxi on the third deck.
"Wanqing has suffered too much for me and has resisted too many things for me. It's time for me to stand up and do something for her."
Ye Qing's lips raised as he watched the arrogance and domineering dissipate, the bohemian and uninhibited young master was gone, leaving only the wise and calm affectionate young man.
At this time.
Shangguan Lanxi, who had been reciting the poem for a long time without any fluctuation, suddenly shrank his eyes.
Rou Cat, who was holding the rice paper, instantly trembled.
Under the veil, her lips were full of admiration and she said:
"Huaiyang is beautiful late in the day, the spring breeze is fragrant with flowers and grass. The mud melts and swallows fly, and the sand is warm and the mandarin ducks sleep."
"The spring breeze is about to rest on the boat, who can hold the mirror and look at the black hair."
"God knows that I remember him, so that I can see him in my dreams on earth."
"It is important to discuss the Tao to promote peace, but what can we ask for in literature and ink?"
"The sky is open and the trees are low, the river is clear and the moon is close to the people."
"Drinking in the capital city, Minglou is so drunk that I can't sleep."
Reciting faster and faster, just like the hearts of everyone on the boat, they were shocked by these poems.
Everyone was amazed, amazed, and ashamed to hear Shangguan Lanxi finish reading these six poems.
"What a poem, what a poem, I am ashamed of myself."
"God knows that I remember this person, so that I can see him in my dream on earth. Such an infatuated poem, I wonder which talented man could not love it!"
"Such an excellent poem. I think that except for Mr. Gong, no one else has such talent."
"For each of these poems, I may spend my whole life unable to write even a single word."
.......
among the crowd.
Gong Yuxiu clasped her hands behind her back, and her lavender gauze dress shone brightly under the red clouds and fluttered in the wind.
He usually looks gentle and humble, but now he seems to be invincible in the world, lonely and arrogant.
Ye Qing narrowed his eyes, looked at Gong Yuxiu and said:
"Mr. Zhang, he has a talent for enlightening poetry. This Gong family Linzi really has seven battles all to himself."
Zhang Xiuran, who was also filled with admiration, heard Ye Qing's comments.
He said with a playful smile:
"So what, he has seven poetic talents, but you can become one with one stone."
The unstinting praise made Ye Qing smile humbly and said:
"You are really putting me off by comparing me to a stone's throw of poetry."
Zhang Xiuran's Shanshui Silver Fan was slightly dotted, and he said strangely:
"Ye Qing, we really can't see through you."
"You are said to be bold and bold, but sometimes you are so humble that people believe it."
Ye Qing smiled gently, and a sentence came to his mind. He smiled and said:
"Low-key life, high-profile work."
Zhang Xiuran's eyes lit up and he said carefully:
"Being low-key and doing things high-key? Well said, well said!"
At this time.
On the third deck.
Shangguan Lanxi saw the signature and subconsciously looked at Gong Yuxiu.
When you meet the other person's doting, loving, and unabashed eyes of admiration.
Suddenly, my heart was in confusion, I didn't dare to look at each other at the same time, and looked away.
Her tone remained unchanged and she said:
"Your guess is correct. These six poems were written by Gong Yuxiu Gongzi."
"The diction is exquisite, unconventional, and the artistic conception is elegant. It should be the leader of today's poetry meeting."
"Do you agree with the little woman's judgment?"
Everyone who was impressed by the poem naturally agreed with sincerity.
"It is indeed the work of Mr. Gong, I am convinced."
"I am willing to bow down to you. Mr. Gong is truly a talented poet."
"Only Mr. Gong has such talent. He can make all six sentences right, and his guess is really good."
"According to my opinion, these six poems are not only the top picks at this moment, but also the top picks of this poetry competition."
"Yes, we definitely have no hope of winning the championship."
...
Listening to everyone's praise of Gong Yuxiu.
Zhang Xiuran curled his lips and said without hesitation:
"Oh, what a bunch of short-sighted people. The people who are inspired by my God are as numerous as the carps crossing the river."
"Everyone thinks that others can't beat Gong Yuxiu because they don't have the ability. It's really sad."
moment.
A group of young men and scholars all blushed with embarrassment and looked for the source of the sound with indignation.
Several talented scholars near Zhang Xiuran pointed at Zhang Xiuran angrily and started scolding him.
"You are an arrogant and domineering person, how dare you despise me, all the talented people in Jinling!"
"Who are you? If you dare to say such big words, your poems can be compared to Gong Gongzi's half a sentence?"
"Those who are rude and disrespectful, please report your name and have the courage to compete with me!"
...
The tense atmosphere instantly shattered the elegance and harmony of the poetry meeting.
Three decks above.
Gong Yuli, who was about to help her brother say something nice to Shangguan Lanxi, felt unhappy.
She took a step forward and looked at Zhang Xiuran, who was being verbally criticized by everyone on the second floor, her dark eyebrows frowning under her hat.
She sighed helplessly and saw Zhang Xiuran's expression becoming more and more impatient.
The attendant Qi Heng beside him dropped his hand on his waist and said quickly:
"Everyone, please be patient."
The words of Gong's legitimate daughter made everyone less angry, but they still scratched Zhang Xiuran back and forth with eyes that could kill.
Cut~
Zhang Xiuran rolled his eyes, raised his voice and said:
"Brother Ye, do you see that this is a literati? He is useless but a scholar."
"I really look down on you."
All the talented scholars were furious at this moment.
Those who were not good at nourishing qi began to roll up their loose sleeves, revealing their thin arms, as if they wanted to gesticulate with Zhang Xiuran.
But Qi Heng, who took a step forward and stood in front of Zhang Xiuran, scanned the entire audience with his indifferent eyes.
One by one, they all stopped and stood angrily, not daring to take action.
Don't wait for them to speak.
Ye Qing bowed his hands gently to everyone and said, "Everyone, Mr. Zhang made a mistake in his words. Please forgive me."
Someone is trying to smooth things over.
The faces of all the talented scholars looked better again.
Shangguan Lanxi looked at the gentle Ye Qing with a smile in her almond-shaped eyes.
But the next moment.
Ye Qing held his head high, scanned the audience, and said with a faint smile:
"Actually, what he wants to say is..."
"Fine wine and delicacies are my pleasure, and I will write three hundred poems and essays."
"The beautiful woman dances with the sword and feasts on the music, and drinks drunkenly and calls herself the fairy in poetry!"
Everyone's expressions instantly turned green.
But none of them dared to say a word and looked at Ye Qing with complicated eyes.
Look again at Zhang Xiuran who is smiling wantonly.