He cupped his hand and asked the maid to read his poem.
The maid did not refuse, picked up the rice paper and chanted sentence by sentence.
And this one is almost better than the one written by Ma Qingming!
Unfortunately, Ruyan still didn't nod.
When the man saw this, he could only sit down angrily.
After half an hour, most people had finished reading their poems.
Only Jiang Yihan and Yan Beiyun were left.
The two of them are quite confident in their poems, and they look like they are bound to win!
"Then I'll start with Master Yan's poems."
The maid smiled and spoke, and then said sentence by sentence: "The river is thousands of miles wide, and a lonely boat has no neighbors."
"Only the moon in the old building remains, and it will follow people far and near."
"When the wind blows in, it will be stunned first, and when the fog is discharged, it will turn around quickly."
"If the leader is like a fan, he can blow away the singing dust."
After the words fell, everyone was stunned for a moment, and then immediately applauded.
"What a poem! What a poem!"
"This poem is so wonderful!"
Even Ruyan in the attic frowned a little after listening.
This poem can be said to be extremely lonely and desolate, which is very suitable for her status as a brothel girl!
But Ruyan still didn't nod. In her opinion, although this poem was wonderful, it was not a masterpiece!
Yan Beiyun was a little angry: "Miss Ruyan, aren't you satisfied with this?"
When writing this poem, he felt almost no lag and finished it in one go, so he was quite confident.
But Ruyan in the attic was still indifferent, which made Yan Beiyun very depressed.
This poem can be said to be the best work he has written in so many years!
"Oh, it sounds good, but it's a pity that the level is still far behind!"
Lin Yiqiu is still so venomous.
Yan Beiyun glanced at him coldly, snorted and waved his hands.
"Brother Yan, why are you so angry? Since Miss Ruyan didn't like the poem just now, what about this one of mine?"
Jiang Yihan waved his hand and asked the maid to start chanting.
As the most eye-catching among all literati, he is also recognized as the number one talent.
He believed that his poems would surely make Miss Ruyan obsessed and intoxicated!
"In that case, I'll start reading."
The maid chuckled and said: "The jade ax has been built for many years, and I will celebrate the moon tonight."
"..."
The artistic conception of this poem is very different from the previous one by Yan Beiyun!
The infinite and unrestrained meaning makes people yearn for it!
Especially the last sentence, which describes the scene of stepping on the moon and entering Guanghan Palace to become an immortal, is even more amazing!
He is worthy of being the most famous talent! Such a poem is worthy of the feeling of a talent!
After finishing reading, the maid was also a little less interested and looked at Jiang Yihan with admiration in her eyes.
And the same goes for other people around!
"This poem has a wonderful artistic conception!"
Someone suddenly said this, which immediately aroused more agreement.
Although the writing and ink are not very gorgeous, the free and easy style and graceful artistic conception in it can be said to be the most perfect among all the poems written today!
Ruyan in the attic was also completely attracted, and then nodded.
She was extremely satisfied with this poem.
"Hahaha! It seems that my poetry is the best today! I'm going to spend the night with Miss Ruyan!"
Jiang Yihan said with a proud smile.
But this is what he expected. After all, in his opinion, no one can be his opponent when it comes to writing poetry!
The maid also said: "If this is the case, then Young Master Jiang is the winner of today's poetry competition! Please also invite Young Master Jiang to come with me to the Red Room!"
The so-called red room is the room where the oiran of Xiangyue Tower lives.
The meaning of the maid has already stated that Jiang Yihan can be in the red room tonight, lingering and sentimental with Ruyan.
Hearing this, Jiang Yihan's face couldn't help but be excited.
As for the others, although they are very envious and jealous, it is not a shame to lose to Jiang Yihan.
After all, it’s up to you to learn!
However, at this moment, Lin Yiqiu suddenly spoke.
"Wait a minute, I haven't tasted my poems yet."
Hearing this, everyone's eyes fell on him.
As for Jiang Yihan, he was even more disdainful.
"Haha, you said before that you need to use your talents to crush us, but now you can't write poetry at all."
"What? Do you feel dissatisfied? It's not like a scholar to be so embarrassed!"
"Who said I am a scholar?"
Lin Yiqiu complained speechlessly, thinking that I am obviously a eunuch, but also a powerful eunuch!
Then, he continued: "Your poem is pretentious and unrestrained, forcibly expressive without any foreshadowing. This is not a famous poem."
"At your level, I can write better than you with just my toes!"
"Stop talking nonsense! Since you are so powerful! Where is the poem?"
Jiang Yihan couldn't help but refute.
Everyone also followed him and asked coldly: "Yes, you have looked down on everyone's poems from the beginning, what about yours?"
"You didn't say half a word, you still have the nerve to talk nonsense, don't make me laugh to death!"
"This poem of mine is not only longer than yours, but in terms of artistic conception and beauty, it can kill all of you in an instant!"
Lin Yiqiu took a sip of wine.
At this time, the maid also came up.
"Sir, if you really have poetry, you can still write it now."
Lin Yiqiu's talent during the previous match made her very fond of him.
Lin Yiqiu waved his hand and said: "No need, I will read it and you can do it with a pen."
"Haha, it's such a big honor! You even let someone do the work for you with a pen!"
A few more taunts.
The maid didn't think anything of it. She sat in front of the case and already picked up her pen.
"Sir, please!"
And above the attic, Miss Ruyan was staring closely at Lin Yiqiu, her face full of expectation and curiosity!
What does it look like to have a poem that is better than anyone else here?
Soon, Lin Yiqiu's magnetic voice came slowly.
"The tide of the spring river reaches the level of the sea, and the bright moon on the sea rises with the tide!"
As soon as the first sentence was spoken, everyone present was stunned on the spot!
Just ten simple words have already sketched out the scene where the bright moon and the river merge!
Thinking of this, Ruyan in the attic was already moved.
“What a poem!”
These two sentences alone are enough to outshine most of the other people here today!
But Lin Yiqiu continued.
Next is the flow of the river and the scene of flowers blooming on the bank!
Then to the human world, and then to the emotions!
"...."
"Life is endless from generation to generation, but the river and the moon look alike every year!"
Wow!
As soon as this sentence came out, the whole place was in an uproar!
Everyone is as dumb as a puppet!
Even the maid who was writing was touched and her heartstrings couldn't stop trembling!
"Life is endless from generation to generation, but the river and the moon look alike every year!"
"It feels so vast. Although there are only ten words, it seems that it has been written for thousands of years!"
"Just to get here! This poem today is enough to overwhelm all others! Even celebrities in literature and history!"
She couldn't help but speak.
As for the girl Ruyan in the attic, she had already stood up and seemed to be completely captured by this sentence!
Lin Yiqiu chuckled and said: "It's not over yet, continue." This chapter has been completed!