After putting so much effort into it, the Qinhuai Landscape Painting, which even I thought was a masterpiece, was not ranked high in the eyes of these old scholars and the talented Jiangdu girl Yan Mengdie. The first place was actually given to Shang Junxie and his gang.
Man, Meng Xinghe was as if he had taken a sip of old wine and was instantly on fire from head to toe.
Just when Meng Xinghe was about to rush up to argue with the judges, his clothes were pulled by someone. When he turned around, he heard Lu Yan said seriously: "Brother Meng, our skills are indeed inferior. That Shang Junxie is indeed the best in Jiangnan."
A talented man's picture of misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River is actually misty rain, but it actually hides a mystery. If Brother Meng carefully turns the picture upside down and looks at it, you will know why Miss Mengdie and all the masters chose it to win."
As a painter, of course he dare not easily admit that his skills are inferior, but given the current strength of his opponent, Lu Yan can only accept defeat. Even Lu Yan, who was born in the painting major, commented like this. Only Meng Xinghe, a half-time painter, is serious.
Appreciate the painting in Yan Mengdie's hand.
Everyone present, like Meng Xinghe, felt that the artistry of this painting was not the best, but they still could not see what was special about it that led to the first place. When Yan Mengdie turned the painting in his hand and hung it upside down, everyone's eyes were drawn to it.
As soon as the light came on, the scene that was originally filled with mist and rain suddenly became clear and beautiful, and the drizzle, because of the light, looked like a ray of sunshine at first glance.
Damn it! So talented? Shang Junxie’s paintings didn’t put much effort into the painting skills, but he put a lot of thought into the layout. It seems that he made a mistake. There are still three more games. For the thousands of taels of colored silver, Master Meng
I decided to go out in person and meet these Jiangnan talents for a while.
The discussion below became much quieter. They saw the mystery in the painting. They all secretly lamented that they had made a mistake. They blindly pursued painting skills but lost their new ideas. Shang Junxie and others took advantage of it. Those who came to Jiangdu from other counties to take the exam
Students naturally want to challenge themselves and try to prove their ability to refuse to admit defeat in front of everyone.
Of course Shang Junxie was very happy to have his painting selected by Yan Mengdie. The three companions around him, especially Ma Wencai and Su Mubai, saw Master Meng deflated for the first time, and their hearts were sweeter than eating honey.
.A few people proudly unfolded their folding fans and looked down upon all the scholars present. Their gazes fell provocatively on Master Meng, telling him that this was Jiangdu, a land of hidden dragons and crouching tigers, and that a small paradise like Yuen Long could not cause much trouble.
"It doesn't matter, failure is success. Everyone here is a gentleman. There is no cleverness, and there is no shame in losing. Let us shout loudly, I am Xiaoqiang, who should I be afraid of, I am a gangster, I am rampant." Meng Xinghe shook his head towards the opposite side.
The four people who slapped the pretense gave him a middle finger, not caring about winning or losing in the first game. On the contrary, it only aroused his ambition to fight.
Get ready and be energetic to welcome the second competition. The judges above have announced the title of the second competition. Choose any object in front of you to compose a poem. You are all talented scholars here, and you are good at reciting poems correctly.
When the questions for the second competition appeared, the talented people in each group immediately began to discuss them in twos and threes. Some even looked at the Qinhuai River in front of them with their hands on their backs, shaking the folding fans in their hands and drawing circles, constantly looking for good inspiration to strive for the second competition.
of victory.
"Brother, have you thought about how to solve the problem?" Hearing the soft chanting of poetry around him, Meng Xinghe was very concerned about what the poem his eldest brother was writing.
Zhao Haoran was slightly distressed. This third brother was really troublesome. He already had some good words in his heart, but when he asked him, they disappeared completely. "Third brother, this matter cannot be rushed. Let me think about it carefully."
It’s not like the third brother plays two games, anyway, there is no restriction in Miao Yufang that one person cannot play more than one game.”
During the discussion, Shang Junxie walked across the street with charming steps and walked up to Yan Mengdie in a graceful manner. His demeanor was modest and his eyes were shining. Even an idiot could see that he had an admiration for Yan Mengdie. He was close.
After being in close contact with each other and seeing the talented woman he had been pursuing all day long descending in front of him like a white swan, Shang Junxie immediately became extremely gentle and said: "Miss Mengdie, I was lucky enough to invite you to travel to Qinhuai that day. I wanted to write a poem for you."
First of all, I didn’t know that Miss Mengdie, you’re going to go ahead and you’re lucky enough to have your long-cherished wish come true today, so please don’t take it too personally, Miss, and show your shame.”
He obviously wanted to pick up girls, and he spoke so grandly, and his face was not much thinner than mine. Seeing that Shang Junxie was able to take part in several competitions, Meng Xinghe accepted Zhao Haoran's task without hesitation and decided to participate.
After being humble in front of Yan Mengdie, Shang Junxie took a few steps back. Holding his golden fan in his hand, his expression was full of love, just like a thunderstorm in March that was out of control. After performing a handsome move,
Shang Junxie looked at Yan Mengdie in front of him affectionately and silently, and murmured:
There is a beautiful woman in the southern country, as beautiful as a peach or a plum.
The charming eyes are closed shyly, and the red lips are smiling.
The eyes cut the autumn water, and the fingers pluck the spring onions.
The grape belt is blown by the wind, and the pleated skirt is illuminated by the sun.
As soon as Shang Caizi's poem came out, even Lu Ning, who was standing in Meng Xinghe's formation, was stunned and secretly praised that this most talented man in Jiangdu was indeed talented and learned, and he was not just a liar. Even those who had not yet generals
The talented scholars who composed and recited their own poems all lowered their heads secretly and silently thought about whether their poems could surpass Shang Junxie's poem "Ode to Beauty".
After Shang Junxie finished reciting a beautiful poem, he was like a young brother who had just confessed his love to his sweetheart. He smiled nervously and said: "I have made a fool of myself. Please forgive me, Miss Mengdie. I didn't compose a poem for the girl that day."
, has become a lifelong regret. Today, I have exhausted my whole life and finally got a song, which I dedicated to Miss Mengdie."
Yan Mengdie did not expect that Shang Junxie would compose a poem on her own name, and it was a good poem. Her face was like the spring breeze blowing, and she said with a bright smile: "Young Master Shang is so talented.
A fireworks woman like Mengdie can match her." After simply rejecting Shang Junxie, Yan Mengdie glanced at Meng Xinghe and said lightly: "There is still a talented man who is willing to come forward to perform."
There was a sudden silence in the field. Shang Junxie's poem can be said to have won all the limelight. I went up to read the poem at this time to find someone to attack. Everyone stood there hesitantly, watching helplessly as Shang Jun fell to Shang Jun again in the second round.
In the arms of evil.
"In this world of beauty, beauties are like songs. If you are talking about coquettishness, who else would it be me?" While Yan Mengdie was waiting anxiously, a sharp voice suddenly sounded from among the hundreds of talented people. Then she saw Master Meng shaking a paper fan.
, imitating the steps of the talented man, he walked towards the center of the deck step by step. Before the evil smile on his face faded, Master Meng had already arrived in front of Yan Mengdie.
Seeing the smile on his face, Yan Mengdie recalled the rather evil green-shirted scholar in the boudoir, who was staring at her with that kind of aggressive look. As soon as her face became hot, two pink clouds floated up.
Afraid of the villain in front of her, Yan Mengdie hurriedly asked: "Does Mr. Meng have any masterpieces that he wants to read?"
"Oh~~ By the way, I'm here to get wet, not to watch the beauty take a bath." Master Meng put away the folding fan in his hand and turned to face the hundreds of scholars on the deck. His unruly temperament made him
He looked like a romantic and talented man. All the talented scholars and maids in the audience stretched their necks to see what great work Mr. Hualiu of Taoyuan had come to this world. Meng Xinghe smiled and said lightly.
"Up, up, and up."
"Up to the high mountain."
Phew~~ As soon as the four of them came up, all the people present who were expecting him to compose a poem burst into laughter. Is this also called a poem? It was simply a limerick read by a child on the street. Compared with Shang Junxie's beautiful poems, there was a huge difference.
I don’t know if there is something wrong with this Meng Hualiu’s head. If you read such a low-grade poem, you will only slap yourself in the face.
Meng Xinghe is not ashamed at all. This was the effect that the Ming Dynasty genius Tang Bohu used to tease the literati in his quatrains. Let you be happy for a while, and later you will know what it feels like to be short-sighted. Regardless of the tide of ridicule around him, Meng Xinghe
Xinghe then read happily again.
"The sun is red and the clouds are low."
"You can see it from all over the world."
After reciting the last two sentences, Master Meng opened his paper fan coquettishly. His eyes were fixed on the majestic mountains beside the Qinhuai River, and the unruly look on his face was extremely eye-catching. Even though the wind was strong at this time, he still looked far into the distance.
Whether it was poetry or momentum, they all achieved the bold and heroic spirit of overlooking the world and seeing the mountains. The laughter around them suddenly extinguished and was replaced by a kind of deathly silence.