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As everyone handed in their poems one after another, the scene suddenly became noisy, with people talking among themselves.
Just when Yang Fan was about to refuse, he looked up and saw the strange looks in Fang Yiai's and others' eyes, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart.
"Oh, forget it, one sheep is herding, two sheep are herding, let's just copy another song."
But how did he know that just like cheating, there is only a difference between zero and countless times.
I went through all the poems in my memory and finally decided to use "Pipa Xing" written by Bai Juyi. I just had to pick out a part of the poem.
After all, Bai Juyi's Pipa Xing also describes the helplessness, dissatisfaction and resentment of a mortal woman, which is quite appropriate for the situation.
He came out after calling for thousands of times, still holding the pipa and half covering his face.
There are three or two sounds when the string is plucked by the rotating shaft, and there is emotion before the tune is formed.
The strings muffle the sounds and thoughts, as if complaining of a life of failure.
The formalities of the letter were continued with a low eyebrow, telling all the infinite things in one's heart.
The big strings are noisy like the rain, and the small strings are like whispers.
Noisy and jumbled bullets, big and small beads falling onto the jade plate.
Tonight, hearing your pipa music makes my ears suddenly bright as if listening to fairy music.
Mo Cigeng sat down to play a piece of music and translated it into a pipa line for you.
With the flick of a pen, a castrated version of "Pipa Line" appeared on the rice paper. Bai Juyi's "Pipa Line" had a total of 88 lines in the original poem, and Yang Fan selected 16 of them.
After every sentence he wrote, Li Jinghuan always read it out softly. Although Cheng Chumo and others knew nothing about poetry, they still felt it was full of charm.
Looking at the thin gold calligraphy on the rice paper, Yang Fan was quite satisfied. He took two years of elective courses when he was in college, but he didn't expect that he would have room to develop after time travel.
When I took calligraphy as an elective in school, I copied Song Huizong's thin gold calligraphy. At that time, I only learned it to show off and attract girls. In the end, the girl didn't get it, but she developed good calligraphy skills, so he was considered to be on the list. It was an unexpected bonus in college.
However, his thin gold brush calligraphy has not reached a great level. It can only be regarded as a small success. If he wants to reach the state of a master who founded a sect, he will have to immerse himself in it for at least ten years. But he does not want to be a calligrapher, so of course he will not. If you practice hard, your life will be basically hopeless.
Seeing that Yang Fan could easily write such gorgeous poems that fit the occasion, the few prostitutes had some appreciation, and their eyes were full of admiration.
As prostitutes in a brothel, they are usually very lonely and lonely. They often use some poems that suit the occasion to reflect on the Spring and Autumn Period.
This poem pirated by Yang Fan happened to describe the dissatisfaction and helplessness of a daughter in the world of mortals. It even made several prostitutes feel the same and even sobbed softly.
Yang Fan didn't know how to comfort this situation, and even talking about it couldn't change the fate of these people.
As a legal place in this era, brothels have no ability to change this status quo. This is determined by the background of the times. In the end, I can only sigh slightly.
The mood that was still a little joyful suddenly turned dull.
"Good... what a good poem." As soon as she finished writing it, Fang Yiai praised it with a smile on her face.
Putting down the pen, Yang Fan picked up the wet wipe on the side and wiped his hands and asked: "Brother Yiai actually understands poetry? Then tell me, what's so good about this poem?"
With her face flushed from holding back, Fang Yiai hesitated and didn't know how to answer, which made several prostitutes beside her burst into laughter.
Fang Yiai rolled his eyes and pretended to be incomprehensible: "Brother, you are looking down on me. Although I can't write poetry, I can still tell the quality of poetry from bad."
Cheng Chumo and others on the side laughed and joked: "Who can believe that you can tell the quality of poems even if you don't know a few Chinese characters?"
Fang Yiai suddenly became anxious and said angrily: "Of course I know. I just finished reading Brother Yishan's poem and these women cried like hell. Isn't this a good poem? I have never seen it before.
Whoever writes poetry can make people cry immediately after reading it."
His answer left Cheng Chu speechless.
Well, Yang Fan was a little surprised. Fang Yiai, who seemed to be straightforward and naive, could observe so carefully and react so quickly, which is rare!
Yes, no matter what kind of poem it is, it is a good poem that can resonate with people. This is the simplest truth.
If writing poetry is just for rigorous wording and gorgeous lyrics, then what is the point of writing poetry?
Changsun Chong and Dou Fengjie, who had been paying attention to them, certainly knew about the strangeness on Yang Fan's side.
Under Chang Sun Chong's hint, Dou Fengjie acted as a thorn again and retorted to Fang Yiai: "Fang Lao Er, I didn't expect that after seeing you for a few days, you have become more capable. There is no one who can't write poems."
I’m talking about you, but there’s no need to vent your anger on these cowards, right? If you’re really afraid of losing face, why don’t I write a song for you, and treat it like giving alms to beggars.”
Hearing Dou Fengjie's weird words, he would have just paid it back if he had done it before. Now that he had the poem in hand, Fang Yiai felt confident, so he refused to be outdone and replied: "It's really a dog worrying about a mouse. Who said we didn't write a poem?"
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Dou Fengjie was stunned for a moment, then laughed loudly and said, "You must have written a nonsense limerick, right? Lord Chu and the others don't have time to read your messy stuff."
Fang Yiai was furious, and said with a dissatisfied look on her face: "Who wrote limericks? If you have the ability, make a bet, and whoever loses will be called grandpa..."
Seeing that Fang Yi was so confident, Dou Fengjie was afraid of being cheated again and was a little hesitant.
At this time, Changsun Chong glanced at Fang Yiai with some surprise, and said contemptuously: "You are the only ones who can write poems. I'm afraid that the sun will really rise from the west, so you can't ask someone to write it for you, right?"
"Haha, what you said is wrong, brother Zhangsun. You are a wise man and you should look at each other with admiration after seeing each other for three days. Maybe these idiots have suddenly become enlightened?" Xu Zhang stood up from Zhangsun Chong and teased with a smile.
"It's okay for these guys to fight..."
Immediately, many people nearby laughed out loud.
Fang Yiai had an angry look on her face, slapped the table and stood up, saying: "Children, please don't be embarrassed. Others are afraid of you, but I am not. Believe it or not, I will make you cry mother and call me father."
Xiao Shiyun obviously noticed the situation on their side. Seeing Changsun Chong and others deliberately looking for trouble, she couldn't help but frown slightly. However, seeing that Chu Suiliang didn't say anything, she certainly couldn't say anything.
Yang Fan raised his eyebrows and was a little displeased. He really didn't expect Changsun Chong to be so stingy. Since he wanted to find trouble, Yang Fan certainly wouldn't be polite.
He stopped Fang Yiai, who was about to rush out, with his hand, and said unhurriedly: "Brother Yiai, don't get angry. If a dog bites you, will you bite the dog back?"
These words caused Xiao Shiyun to cover her mouth and suppress her laughter, while Changsun Chong and others turned pale.
Changsun Chong had always pretended to be a gentleman, and of course he was not very good at swearing. He could only point at Yang Fan tremblingly and cursed: "Shuzi, you are so vulgar! We have read poetry and books since we were young, and we have been restrained by the behavior of a gentleman from beginning to end.
I am no match for you when it comes to wielding swords and guns."
This is a beautiful statement. It means that we are scholars and what we talk about is truth. If we have the ability, let’s compare poems.
Yang Fan was amused by these words. There must be something wrong with this kid. He has learned hundreds of Tang poems and Song lyrics, not to mention a thousand. Isn't that asking for abuse?
Seeing Yang Fan's smile, Changsun Chong thought he was feeling guilty. Just when he was feeling proud, he saw Yang Fan's face turned solemn and he replied in a deep voice: "As you wish..."
Looking at the scene, which was tense, Zhu Suiliang whispered to the madam next to him.
The old bustard nodded understandingly and stood up and said: "Since all the talented people have a dispute, in order not to hurt the harmony, we should follow the old rules and open a stall so that all the talented people can participate. I don't know what everyone thinks."
Of course, everyone cheered loudly, as if they were just watching the excitement and not doing anything else. Of course, this is also a way for literati to deal with disputes.
To put it simply, opening a stall is actually gambling, a bit like horse buying in modern society, but different.
In addition to writing all the names of the favored people and indicating the payout ratio, this kind of stall also allows people with disputes to bet individually.
For the sake of fairness, the banker is usually elected by everyone. Here, of course, it is Piaoxianglou.
This made Changsun Chong extremely vigilant, but at this time he was already riding a tiger and could not get off. As soon as the old bustard finished speaking, he rushed to say: "Poems can only be competed with poems that have just been written, and they cannot be plagiarized or ghostwritten, otherwise they will be counted as losers!"
After hearing the explanation, Yang Fan secretly laughed. Isn't this a gift to himself? But in the ancient times when gambling was not allowed, this kind of stall was indeed a bit interesting.
Finally, Piaoxianglou calculated the compensation ratio.
Changsun Chong: 1 pays 0.5 times
Cui Pu: Pay 0.5 times for 1
Lu Kangping: 1 loss 0.5 times
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Yang Fan: 1 pays 20 times.
Changsun Chong, Cui Pu, and Lu Kangping topped the list, while Yang Fan ranked at the bottom.
Seeing this ranking, Changsun smiled proudly at them.