With the appearance of Miss Qiuyue, the poetry fight officially began.
Jiang Ning did not rush to show off, choosing to wait and see the situation before reacting.
He was not in a hurry. There were many people in the venue who wanted to show off. He saw an elegantly dressed young man holding a paper fan and stood up first. After saying a few polite words to everyone, he just shook his head and slowly wrote the poem he had prepared.
I moaned out.
Jiang Ning didn't understand poetry. His confidence in coming here was based on the famous works of Tang and Song Dynasties that he had heard in his previous life, and the poems written by young people. He could only say that the rhyme and rhyme fit, and the contrast was neat, but it was also eye-catching.
But there is none.
Sure enough, after the young man finished reciting the poem, someone immediately commented.
Compared to Jiang Ning's poetry contest on the Guanshan Cliff, the comments here are much gentler. They first praised "Brother, your literary talent is so good, how is this poem?" and then expressed the shortcomings euphemistically, and then introduced:
A poem composed by myself.
It has to be said that literati sometimes like this. If they speak bluntly and sarcastically, they will only fall behind and appear not generous enough.
Under the influence of the two men, more and more people started to show their talents. Even those wealthy businessmen who only had money to spend their money would throw out the poems they bought. If one poem failed, they would try another one. Anyway,
Buying ten songs only costs twenty taels of silver.
They have plenty of money!
Qian Ji, who was standing next to him, saw that Jiang Ning was still not getting up, so he laughed and said, "Brother Jiang, why don't you also compose a song, and whether it succeeds or not, how about just adding to the fun?"
Jiang Ning tried his best to recall the demeanor that a disciple of an aristocratic family should have. He shook the wine glass twice and Feng Qingyun said calmly: "Don't worry, let them take out the poems they composed first, so that no one dares to comment after I write them.
Offended someone."
The tone sounds modest, but underneath the words, they are simply arrogant!
His voice was not loud, but those who were nearby could still hear it clearly. Some people immediately became unhappy and sneered: "Hey, your tone is quite loud. Why don't you do it? If you want it to be true,
We also admit it."
"That's right, who doesn't know how to brag? Show your real skills and show everyone."
"Shuzi is arrogant."
"Who is this person? Does he understand the rules? He opens his mouth like I am invincible in the world."
When someone spoke, someone started booing. For a time, Jiang Ning became the target of everyone's criticism. Even the several members of the Qian family who came with Qian Ji also expressed their disapproval.
Qianji scolded him in a low voice, smiled apologetically at Jiang Ning, stood up and helped him out, saying, "Everyone, this person is my friend Qianji. Today is my first time visiting Zi County. Please give Qianji a piece of noodles." Qianji's methods are so clever that he can make the younger generation of the family follow his own lead.
In just two sentences, Jiang Ning's identity was not only hinted, but his face was also preserved. Qianji was the first to reveal his identity. With the Qianjia's power in Zi County, it was enough to shut up everyone present, and then nodded.
Ming Jiangning is his friend.
Anyone who can be friends with Qian’s eldest son must be rich or noble!
In the end, he did not deliberately praise Jiang Ning for his great talent, just to prevent him from writing bland poems later, which would inevitably lead to loss of face. With such goodwill, even Jiang Ning couldn't help but feel a little fondness for him.
Favorable points.
The people around him were chatting, and instead of sarcastic remarks to Jiang Ning, the pretty figure behind the screen seemed to be sizing up this unfamiliar young man because of Qianji's words.
Jiang Ning clasped his fists at Qianji and said: "Brother Qian came to my rescue, and I can't let you down. In this case, I will first take out the poems for everyone to evaluate, but your poems will not be able to enter the autumn moon by then.
Don’t blame the girl’s eyes.”
Since Qianji has created such a good opportunity for himself, if he doesn't seize it and show off his dignity in front of others, tonight's money will be wasted.
Seeing that no one dared to say anything, Jiang Ning secretly thought to himself, "Don't be surprised," and chanted: "Since spring, the green is sad and the red is red, the heart is beautiful."
"It's lyrics!"
"It sounds like there's some charm in it."
"Let's hear what happens next."
As soon as Jiang Ning said his first sentence, the talented young men in the court started talking, and Qianji was no exception.
He stared at Jiang Ning and praised: "Compared with poems, lyrics are more popular among singers. As long as the lyrics are good and the music is composed, the singers can become famous through lyrics and music. Qiuyue is afraid that she will find a treasure this time.
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Ignoring everyone's comments, Jiang Ning continued: "In the sun, orioles are wearing willow belts, and they are still lying under incense quilts. The warmth is gone, the clouds are greasy, and I am tired of combing and wrapping myself all day long. Nothing like that. Once the hatred and love are gone, the music is written
None."
There were scholars and scholars in the field who closed their eyes and swayed, carefully appreciating the charm.
The tribesmen who came with Qianji were unhappy when they saw this, and said in a low voice: "I think his lyrics are just average, there are no soul-stirring words in them. Young Master, I'm afraid you may miss him this time."
At first glance, this person is probably someone who is seeking fame and reputation."
No answer.
At this moment, the surrounding rooms in the attic were opened from the inside, but it was the girls from Yanshui Pavilion who heard Jiang Ning's words and ran out to see him. There were even older girls among them, with hidden expressions in their eyes.
There are tears shining.
"This..." The Qian family members were stunned.
In the past, when poetry contests were held, the girls would just join in the fun and come over to make noise. Why are they crying today...
Jiang Ning sneered in his heart when he heard this, but frowned with a sad look on his face, and finished the second half of the sentence in one breath.
"Had I known it earlier, I regret that I didn't lock the carved saddle. I turned to the chicken window, and only kept the barbarian paper elephant in charge, and restrained me from teaching chanting lessons. I stayed with you, don't throw away, and sat with me while I was leisurely spinning my needle and thread.
It makes you young and your time passes by in vain."
When Jiang Ning finished his last sentence, the figure behind the screen suddenly stood up and trotted forward for two steps. If the maid next to her hadn't stopped her with quick eyes and hands, I'm afraid she would have broken the rules and walked directly around the screen to the stage.
Meet this young man.
The girls watching also had tears in their eyes, or covered their faces with silk scarves.
Everyone noticed Qiuyue's gaffe, and their eyes were full of confusion. Only Qianji's eyes narrowed slightly, and he shook his head helplessly, sighing to himself.
"Brother Jiang's poem expresses the pain in his heart in the tone of missing his wife. Every line of the words is full of deep sympathy and sympathy for the singers. No wonder it can lead to the scene of hundreds of flowers blooming. This poem is not as good as mine."
Following Qian Ji’s words, everyone finally understood.
Jiang Ning's words may sound plain, but they express the helplessness and bitterness of the singers. No wonder it can cause all the girls in Yanshui Pavilion to rush here just to catch a glimpse of their true appearance.
He really complied with Jiang Ning's words. Once he spoke his words, everyone else could shut up.
Fighting poems, fighting lyrics, fighting poems, etc. are all good. The purpose of the picture is nothing more than to touch people's hearts. As long as it can move Miss Qiuyue, this poem is a well-deserved leader!
"Friends of a thousand brothers, you are really talented, I feel inferior to you." Someone shook his head and smiled bitterly, stood up and said flatteringly.
Jiang Ning smiled lightly, his expression showing no trace of pride.
This poem was written by the founder of brothel poetry. At that time, with his lyrics, he attracted many fireworks women to fall in love with him, and some were even willing to pay him money to support him. The lyrics written by such a person would be a Kyushu singer.