As a military attache, Zalkucha naturally didn't know the poetic talent of Zhen Guohou, otherwise, he wouldn't think so.
Qin Sining didn't want everyone to continue arguing. He still had great confidence in Zhao Xiaole. If Zhao Xiaole's poems could be used, the position of leader today would not be given to anyone else.
"Since we are meeting friends with poems today, don't use your words anymore. Hong Ni, please bring out the poems written by Marquis Zhen Guo!"
After Qin Sining finished speaking, although many people were still dissatisfied, it was hard to say anything more, and Zalakucha also sat back in his seat.
Everyone looked on with cold eyes.
Some people don’t know how talented Zhao Xiaole is in poetry, while others know clearly.
But most people are not optimistic about it, and some even think that with Zheng Guohou's arrogant character, the song he will produce today will most likely be a mediocre one.
"yes!"
Hongni took the scroll and walked to the middle of Lihua Garden. She first bowed to the people around her and said, "You are so polite, little lady."
Another sneer came from below.
Hongni suddenly panicked and turned to look at Qin Sining, whose eyes were encouraging. She took a deep breath and slowly unfolded the scroll.
"The Sapphire Case, New Year's Eve..."
Wow!
As soon as the name came out, the whole place was in an uproar.
"Wait a moment!"
Zalkucha was the first to express his dissatisfaction, "What a great Zhenguohou. I can hear these lyrics. Isn't it plagiarized from us?"
"Even if the writing is good, I don't think it has any brilliance!"
The scholars in Jingyang didn't say anything, but they were discussing in low voices, speculating on this possibility.
If this is the case, then this is indeed a clever trick!
Why didn't I think of that?
That’s right, only the Marquis of Zhenguo can do such a thing with such shame!
Qin Sining's face doesn't look good either, but who cares, as long as he can win after a while, who cares whether he plagiarized or not?
So he shouted, "Everyone, please be quiet!"
"The name of the brand is the same, but the content may not be the same. Everyone, please continue to listen to it and then evaluate it!"
Then, at Qin Sining's signal, Hong Ni continued to read.
However, the vague idea of whether Zhao Xiaole had plagiarized from others cast a shadow over everyone's minds.
However, as Hong Ni read out the first sentence, many people breathed a sigh of relief.
"The east wind blooms thousands of trees at night..."
After reading this sentence, the expressions on everyone's faces immediately became very exciting, some were shocked, some were surprised, and some were worried!
The first sentence is amazing, but what about the second sentence?
Would it be better?
Or is it just this sentence?
"More blowing down, the stars are like rain...BMW cars are full of fragrance..."
"The sound of the phoenix flute moves, the light of the jade pot turns... a night of fish and dragon dancing!"
This is the end of the first chapter. When reading this, Hong Ni also paused deliberately.
At this time, everyone in the venue was quiet.
Many people are frowning and thinking, and some people are waiting for the second half of the poem. Just listening to the first sentence, it is indeed a good write-up.
But the more important thing is still in the lower part.
If Zhen Guohou only wrote about the prosperity of the Lantern Festival and the rest of the poem was empty and boring, it would be very difficult for it to become a rare masterpiece in the first hundred years.
In other words, Shangqiu is already very good, although compared to Dongyue's poem, the degree of polishing may be somewhat different.
But talent is the best!
Therefore, everyone was looking forward to the next meal very much, as if they were waiting for the birth of their own child, with their hearts in their throats.
The next paragraph must be written well!
Unknowingly, Zhao Xiaole didn't know that he would suddenly be burdened with such people's expectations.
Hong Ni glanced at everyone for a moment, then read the second half of the poem, "The moths are snowy and the willows are golden, and the laughter is full of secret fragrance."
"The public searched for him thousands of times..."
As soon as these words were read out, many people's hearts suddenly sank!
It’s over!
It’s over now!
There is a little eunuch in Zhenguo who likes to get together with a group of women every day. Even if he doesn't write some poems that reflect the ambitions of his family and country, he can't write some extravagant poems. How can he do it on such an occasion?
Even Qin Sining's expression changed.
Damn it!
She secretly regretted that she should have taken those maids away in the first place and not allowed Zhao Xiaole to lose his temper. Otherwise, he would never have been able to write such a poem about playing with things and losing one's spirit!
However, Hongni had already read out the next few sentences in one breath, but when he read them, his tone suddenly changed,
"Suddenly I looked back! That person was... in a dimly lit place!"
Finished downloading!
The whole place was silent.
No one spoke.
Finally, Zalakucha was the first to let out a low sneer, "Looking back suddenly, that person was in the dim light! Hahaha..."
“What bullshit poetry, I don’t know what to do!”
"Little maid, take your things and leave quickly! It's embarrassing to face you in this situation..."
However, before Zalkucha finished speaking, he was suddenly interrupted by a Confucian scholar shouting, "Absolutely!"
"The Yuanxiao Ci poems will be extinct from now on!"
The Confucian scholar recovered from the shock and couldn't help shouting to the sky.
Zalukucha was stunned when he heard this and asked doubtfully: "Absolutely? What absolute?"
At this time, another scholar from China stood up and said with excitement: "It's gone, the Yuanxiao Ci will be eliminated from now on!"
"The complexity is reduced to the simplicity, and the conception is so clever and neat that it is beyond the reach of human beings! Does God want to prosper my Jingyang?"
Immediately, another literati stood up and added excitedly: "Of course, of course, the poem "Zhen Guohou" is really wonderful. I think that Zhen Guohou has devoted his whole life to the country for many years, otherwise how could he write it?
Publish poetry like this?"
"What a sentence. In the dim light, I feel so ashamed to think that the Queen of the country is still working hard for the people!"
"It seems to be about the prosperity of the Lantern Festival, but in fact, we are always worried about the country and the people. We can't be as far away from the country as we are!"
Listening to the literati's compliments, Zalkucha was stunned and looked at the East Vietnamese literati behind him with a cold face.
"What's going on?"
The East Vietnamese scholar closed his eyes in pain and sighed, "Sir, we may... not be able to win this time!"
"Maybe? Why! Why can't you win?"
Zalkucha already felt something was wrong after seeing the other party's expression, but he was not willing to accept this fact at all.
The scholar explained: "The beauty of this poem is that it combines complexity with simplicity, and then contrasts complexity with simplicity. Its artistic conception transcends the scope of ordinary poetry and has reached a state of excellence. This is God's will, sir! We will wait.
How to stop..."
Before he finished speaking, Zalakucha slapped him on the head, interrupting his next words.
"Fuck you, uncle, God wants you to be big, I am the one who represents God's will!"
When he said the last sentence, Zalakuca couldn't help shouting loudly, which could be clearly heard in the whole audience.
When he realized something was wrong, he found that everyone was looking at him.
Those gazes are really like the distance between needles.
Naturally, this also included Qin Sining's eyes that turned from astonishment to indifference.