After the first few seconds of silence, Zui Lai Lou burst into laughter.
Not one person, almost everyone.
Many readers laughed so hard that they fell to the ground.
Laughter endures, it is still the sound of laughter, the sound of laughter.
Chu Qing's face was full of disappointment.
The level of these scholars is not good either.
They all express their emotions from a female perspective, and they are also bursting out and inspiring after silence, full of positive energy. What's even more rare is that my "poetry" is also easy to understand and has the same rhyme and meaning. There is nothing ridiculous about it.
Qiu Wanshan was always embarrassed. He was so embarrassed that he could dig out an undersea tunnel with his feet. He could just get in and avoid being embarrassed for the rest of his life.
The one who laughed the loudest was Li Heming, baring his teeth and stroking his beard as he laughed wildly.
Otherwise, the shopkeeper must have received professional training. He bit his thick lips and didn't smile, but he was shaking and it was quite uncomfortable.
Chu Qing glanced at the shopkeeper: "Isn't it good?"
The shopkeeper said nothing and pointed to the laughing scholars below, which was self-evident.
Sighing, Chu Qing looked depressed and spoke again.
"Well, let's look at this one. There is a different appreciation for flowers when they bloom, and a different sadness for flowers when they fall. I want to ask where I miss you when the flowers bloom and fall. Is this the same type as Tao Yi's?"
The laughter disappeared. The scholars in the room were dumbfounded, and Li Heming's laughter also stopped abruptly.
Chu Qing frowned: "Isn't that the case? What about this, we gather the grass and form a united heart, and we will leave a message of friendship. The spring silk is being cut off, and the spring birds are mourning again, will this work?"
Inside the house, it was as quiet as a ghost movie shooting scene. Every scholar could not make a sound, and their expressions were all kinds of different.
Li Heming's mouth moved and his expression changed drastically: "This poem..."
Chu Qing thought that the old man's words were not consistent, so he quickly interrupted: "Then this one, that branch is full of flowers, it turns into two lovesickness, the jade hosta hangs towards the mirror, does the spring breeze know it?"
Li Heming took a breath: "This..."
"You are still not satisfied with your mother's size. She is looking for you. It is deserted and miserable. It is most difficult to catch your breath when it is warm and then cold. How can you defeat him with three cups and two glasses of light wine? The wind is blowing late at night.
, the wild geese are passing by, I am sad, but we are old acquaintances."
With a "buzz" sound, the first floor finally exploded.
Everyone is talking, but everyone doesn't even know what he or she is saying, because they need to say something, and it doesn't matter whether others hear it or not, because only in this way can they show that they understand and show that they understand.
Their level of appreciation is very high. It seems that the more excited they are, the higher their level is.
Chu Qing showed a satisfied smile.
I plagiarized it blindly, copied it wherever I thought, and finally found one that made everyone "satisfied".
A middle-aged scholar suddenly shouted: "On the literary list and the poetry list, on the poetry list, and on the poetry list, all of them should be Master Qiu's masterpieces!"
When he shouted, others echoed loudly.
"That's right, Mr. Qiu is a great talent. These poems will be remembered for generations to come!"
"Publish the list. The shopkeeper will do it now, make a copy of it, and send it to the place where other literati gather."
"Master Qiu's poems are enough to praise Changjing, Master Qiu is a great talent!"
Many people began to salute Qiu Wanshan. This is what Zhongzhou scholars are like. After hearing about the masterpieces, they feel as if their spirits have been sublimated, and they are happier than picking up money.
"What I did in my free time, it was just improvisation." Qiu Wanshan was obviously excited as if something was wrong. He was breathing heavily, but he tried his best to appear calm and calm: "I am busy with official duties, so it is just impromptu. Everyone.
Too much love."
Chu Qing only realized after watching it for a long time. It turned out that the few poems just now were enough. Instead, the last poem was mistakenly listed on the ranking list and ranked on the second list, which is the "ci" list.
The shopkeeper was quite sensible and quickly pressed his hands and saluted: "Gentlemen, Mr. Qiu has three poems, I don't know which one is the best. Besides, Mr. Li hasn't..."
Before he finished speaking, Qiu Wanshan suddenly walked up to the stage with his hands behind his back, and gave a slight salute to Li Heming, who had a very complicated expression: "Qiu has made a fool of himself, and Mr. Li hasn't spoken yet. How dare Qiu say that he has come out on top?
I hope everyone can appreciate Mr. Li’s masterpiece.”
This time, it was Li Heming's turn to be embarrassed, his old face was just two words---so embarrassing!
He had prepared a few poems, that's true, but at best they were poems that would compete with Tao Yi, and he might not be able to win the competition.
Looking at the four poems Chu Qing just wrote, they are all masterpieces handed down from generation to generation. Once I read them out, would I be overestimating my abilities and making people laugh?
Seeing Li Heming hesitant and silent, Qiu Wanshan laughed: "Mr. Li just said that Qiu is a person who steals poems, but he doesn't know that these four poems that have won everyone's praise, no, let's just call them three poems.
I don’t know which famous artist it is?”
After finishing speaking, Qiu Wanshan turned his head and looked at everyone: "Everyone, has anyone heard of the poem that my worthy brother recited just now?"
"No, absolutely not!"
"Master Qiu is a great talent. If it had been done by someone else, how could we not have heard about it?"
"These two poems are very stylish, as if they were written by a woman. If you have heard them, you will never forget them."
There was a hint of depression in Qiu Wanshan's eyes.
He had just heard that what Chu Qing read seemed to be made by old women.
But it doesn’t matter, as long as it’s a masterpiece.
Qiu Wanshan turned around and looked at Li Heming again: "Mr. Li, why don't you recite it? You just said five poems, no, just one. We are fighting on the same stage, why don't you say anything."
"I..." Li Heming's face was as red as a pig's liver and he was speechless.
Qiu Wanshan is a man who doesn't show mercy to others when he has the advantage: "Read it, read it, didn't Mr. Li just take the lead on this stage to speak out his masterpiece? Read it quickly, I can't wait any longer."
Not to mention Li Heming, Chu Qing wanted to give Qiu Wanshan a slap in the face, this bastard was so good at talking.
"I..." Li Heming finally pretended to be brave, sneered, and then said loudly: "I have important things at home, so I can't delay, so I'll take my leave!"
Then, under the confused gaze of Chu Qing, Li Heming just left. His back looked like he had just slapped everyone in the face and left proudly and successfully.
No one really cares about Li Heming anymore. They all congratulated Qiu Wanshan on the stage and said that this month’s literary list must have been written by Mr. Qiu. Even if other literati gathered there, there would be no poems written by anyone.
It’s even better than Lord Qiu’s masterpiece.
Chu Qing also had nothing to do and was ranked third on the list out of pure curiosity.
It's a match. Chu Qing tilted his head and then said to the shopkeeper: "What the hell, come to me... Come to my Lord Qiu's house. I am lonely and cold and a widow with no window. All three of them are married to Lord Qiu. It's not bad."
One."
The shopkeeper Qi Chu didn't think anything was wrong when he heard it. He turned his head over it and his expression changed drastically: "Everyone, please be quiet. Mr. Qiu also has a couple. He also has a couple. He is a lonely widow with an empty window."
For the nth time, everyone became quiet again and looked at Qiu Wanshan, astonished.
It is worth mentioning that, in addition to being shocked, many people's eyes looked a little strange.
The poems she wrote were all from a woman's point of view. As for this couple, they were absolutely, absolutely, absolutely, but this couple was not an old woman who had never seen the old man in her eight lifetimes. She couldn't even think of it.
That's right, loneliness, coldness, window-less widowhood, originally came from a Jiangnan woman during the Ming and Qing dynasties. This Jiangnan woman was not only beautiful, but also extremely talented. She was full of disappointment in the world at that time. After becoming a nun, she became a nun in the temple.
This couplet was written on the wall, and she said that if anyone came out to her, she would marry him.
In short, the seven words in this couplet express one meaning: loneliness, getting lonely all the time, and you don’t want to be lonely anymore.
Therefore, everyone looked at Qiu Wanshan in a strange way.