Everyone looked at Yan Xiao, who pulled Qiao Yun to the bottom of the ring and looked at Hao Fugui above.
Hao Fugui said: "Sir, the first round of our poetry competition has ended. If you come to participate now, I'm afraid everyone will not agree!"
As soon as Hao Fugui said this, the people below all started chattering, expressing dissatisfaction with Yan Xiao's sudden appearance and saying that he wanted to participate in the poetry meeting.
"Although I did not participate in the competition with everyone, I can guarantee that I am not suspected of cheating. Moreover, everyone can participate in this poetry competition. Now that the poetry competition is not over, I have not broken the rules!" Yan Xiao looked at it
The people below debate.
Su Junyuan, who was sitting in the main seat on the ring, also saw Yan Xiao who suddenly rushed out. He motioned to Hao Fugui to appease the crowd, and then said: "This Chinese Valentine's Day Poetry Festival is originally held for young talents from this state. Since there are people coming to participate, we
You were welcome at that time. This history now allows you to participate in this poetry meeting, but as a punishment for your tardiness, I only have time for one stick of incense. If you can finish eight poems in one stick of incense, all the poems will be combined.
question, then you are qualified to participate. Do you have any objections?"
Seeing that Su Junyuan had stood up to speak for him, Yan Xiao immediately saluted and said, "I don't have any objections from ordinary people. However, I can't write well, so I would like to ask my friend to write for me."
"Okay, let's start!"
The boy in charge of burning incense quickly prepared a new incense, and when the gong sounded, he lit it.
Yan Xiao took Qiaoyun's hand, walked to the desk, and said, "I will say something later, and you will write something."
Qiaoyun asked uncertainly: "Can you do it?"
Yan Xiao said firmly: "Just trust me and you'll be fine."
Yan Xiao took the ink stick and polished it for Qiao Yun, and said: "The first poem, there is a bright moonlight in front of the bed, I suspect it is frost on the ground. Look up at the bright moon, lower your head and miss your hometown."
When everyone heard this poem, they all felt that Yan Xiao was a bit off. But some people felt that Yan Xiao was just mediocre. When the four young masters sitting on the ring heard Yan Xiao's poem, they lowered their heads and started talking about it to each other.
"The second poem, if I write about a festival, then I will write about the most festive festival of the year. The sound of firecrackers marks the end of the year, and the spring breeze brings warmth to Tusu. Thousands of households always exchange new peaches for old ones
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Qiaoyun originally didn't believe Yan Xiao could compose poetry, but after hearing Yan Xiao compose two poems, she gained confidence and her writing became more beautiful.
"The third miscellaneous poem, life has no roots, floating like dust on the road. Scattered and driven by the wind, this is no longer the same body. We are brothers, why should we be close to each other by flesh and blood. We can have fun and have fun, fight and drink with neighbors. We will never come back in our prime.
"Every day's trouble comes in the morning. Timely encouragement should be given. Time waits for no one."
"After I was admitted to the imperial examination in the fifth chapter, I couldn't boast that I was dirty in the past, but now I have no limit to my debauched thoughts. I am proud of the spring breeze and my horses are hoofed, and I can see all the flowers in Chang'an in one day."
"Sixth song, I'm going to tell you the date of my return. I want to say something but swallow it hard first. There is love and infatuation in life, and this hatred has nothing to do with the wind and the moon. Don't reinvent the song when you leave. One song can teach you how to feel tight.
You must see all the flowers in Luocheng before the spring breeze makes it easy to say goodbye."
"All the fragrances are falling and blooming alone, occupying the charming scenery of the small garden. The sparse shadows are slanting across the clear water, and the dark fragrance floats in the dusk. The frost birds steal their eyes when they want to come down, and the pink butterflies seem to know how to join together and break their souls. Fortunately, I can sing slightly.
Hey, there is no need to share the golden statue with the sandalwood board."
"The flowers in Geling bloom in February and spring, and people come and go talking about gods. My heart is different from that of tourists. I don't envy gods and young men."
Qiaoyun wrote a poem, and a servant took the poem and passed it to the four people sitting in the main seat on the ring. The eight people sitting below also stretched their necks to take a look at the poem, but at present
The format is such that they won’t have a chance to see it in the short term.
The four people were holding Yan Xiao's poems, all stroking their beards and laughing from ear to ear.
When they first heard the first two poems mentioned by Yan Xiao, they thought they were good poems, but they also felt that it was a bit difficult to write eight poems in one stick of incense. Even Ye Amano, the most famous scholar in Honshu, may not necessarily be the same.
Zhuixiangli was able to finish eight poems, and when I saw Yanxiao, I wrote eight poems in one breath, and each one was so exquisite that I called it wonderful.
The master of Fengtai Academy, Lan Shuxia, was even more excited, and her gray beard was shaking so much.
"Good poems, good poems. None of the poems I have written in my life are as exquisite as these poems! As he spoke, he actually stood up from his seat and said to Yan Xiao: "Boy, come here!"
Yanxiao didn't understand the meaning, so he looked at Qiaoyun. Qiaoyun was writing poems very enthusiastically at the moment, and he didn't understand what the old master meant.
Helpless, Yan Xiao had no choice but to walk up to the old master and face the four people sitting above him one by one.
Lan Shuxia is now about to enter her seventies. Although she has recruited two disciples who are good in the eyes of the world, compared with the one in front of her, they are really far behind.
"Young man, what's your name?"
Yan Xiao bent down and said, "My name is Zhu Yao."
After hearing this, Lan Shuxia looked at Yan Xiao with a discerning eye, clearly saying that I know this name is not your real name. Yan Xiao lowered his head and said nothing. As long as he refused to admit it, they would not be able to test him.
Lan Shuxia looked at Yan Xiao, looked her up and down, walked up to Yan Xiao and said, "Hey, I'm looking for someone to copy books for me now. I think you have good qualifications, so I'll accept you as my apprentice."
When Yan Xiao heard this, he was so frightened that he almost said "no!" on the spot.
Everyone was shocked when they heard that Lan Shuxia was going to accept Yanxiao as her disciple. The fourth young master sitting in the eighth seat was also surprised, especially Lan Shuxia's two disciples. Lan Shuxia was a famous gentleman in the state, and he accepted Yanxiao as his disciple.
The two disciples were both recruited from Fengtai Academy. Those who could enter Fengtai Academy had to go through various examinations. Needless to say, they had qualifications.
Because those who wanted to be Lan Shuxia's disciples could only balk when they saw the threshold of Fengtai College, and a few years ago Lan Shuxia also said that she would no longer accept disciples. Everyone had to give up.
With this thought, now that Lan Shuxia actually proposed to take Yanxiao as a disciple, they seemed to have hope again.
She lowered her head and saluted and said, "I'm afraid I will let you down, sir."
"This is not fair!" I don't know who in the audience said this. For a moment, everyone was looking for this voice.
A vague-looking man in copper-green clothes squeezed his way to the front from the crowd and said: "I don't agree to let this person participate in the poetry meeting. We are all over and this person came to participate in the poetry meeting. Although Su Changshi asked him to participate in the poetry meeting
Composing eight poems shows fairness, but it also shows that there is something wrong with this person."
The people next to him heard what this man said and said: "Didn't this Master Zhuyao compose eight poems in a stick of incense? Are you saying that there is something wrong with Su Changshi's decision?"
The man hurriedly said: "Of course it's not that Su Changshi's decision is wrong, but that this person is wrong. I want to ask everyone sitting here, who can write eight poems in one stick of incense? He wrote eight poems so easily , who knows if he had someone write it for him before and then show it off at a poetry festival?"
When everyone heard that what this man said made sense, they all started talking, and some even shouted to Lan Shuxia not to be deceived by this hypocritical person like Zhu Yao.
"I wonder who you are?"
The man held his head high and said, "You're just visiting Anfu."
When everyone heard this, they all thought that this person was You Anfu, who had been challenging others in poetry and essays in various places, and they suddenly felt that what was coming next was interesting.
Yan Xiao looked at each of these people like hungry wolves wishing to eat him alive. He pointed at the person below who was the leader of the clamor and said: "Since you suspect that I am cheating, let me have a competition with you. It is also a stick of incense." Time, how about we see which of us writes more poems?"
"It's a competition, am I still afraid of you? If you lose, you have to admit that you cheated, get out of Xunyang, and you can't write poems from now on." You Anfu looked at Yan Xiao with disdain.
Yan Xiao asked: "Okay, what if you lose?"
"I'll let you do whatever you want if I lose." You Anfu is also a tough man.
"If you lose, you have to apologize to me in front of everyone and agree to my request, how about that?"