The poetry cards are full of poems in the patio, leaving the writing of the literati and Mo Ke. The only one is still empty, waiting for the coming.
Just below the stage, the dispute between Zhang Yue and He Qijian attracted a group of onlookers, including scholars and singing girls from Fanlou.
He Qi was a little worried when he saw Zhang Yue looking so calm, but when he saw the maidservant looking nervous, he felt relieved in his heart.
Now that Zhang Yue is seeing him, he still comforts him and says, "This man is really determined not to die until he sees the Yellow River."
At this time, Han Zhongyan saw the maid next to Zhang Yue and had already guessed the cause of the incident. Although he usually liked to embarrass others, at this time he was very clear about it: "Qilang, how could you do this?
, since this maid doesn’t want you to read it, that’s all.”
Huang Lu on the side also said: "He Qi, this is our fasting matter, you can't do this as a side faster."
When He Qi saw Han Zhongyan standing up for Zhang Yue, he felt great hatred in his heart.
He dared to offend Zhang Yue, but he did not dare to offend Han Zhongyan. Just then Zhang Yue said: "Brother Han, Brother Huang, it's okay. Brother He, if he likes to read it, let him read it."
Looking for death!
When He Qi saw Zhang Yue opening his mouth and seeing that everyone was trying to defend Zhang Yue, he immediately opened his scroll and glanced at it and said: "Sanlang is He's friend. I can't help him hide the good poems. Qingyu
Case, New Year’s Eve.”
Han Zhongyan, Huang Lu wanted to stop it, but He Qi had already read out that it was Qingyu Case. This was really the name of the card, so he didn't say it anymore.
“The Sapphire Case?”
He Qi sneered in his heart. The name of this poem is taken from the poem "Four Sorrows" by Zhang Heng of the Eastern Han Dynasty, "The beauty gave me a beautiful piece, how can I repay the sapphire case".
He actually wrote obscene poems using the title of Qingyu Case?
The nimble singing girl on the side heard that it was the name of Qingyuan's Ci brand, and she was already brewing the popular song in her heart.
“The east wind blows thousands of flowers and trees at night, and even blows them down, and the stars are like rain. BMWs and carriages fill the road with fragrance. The phoenix flutes sound, the jade pots turn with light, and fish and dragons dance all night long.”
Halfway through the reading, someone already said: "Bring me a pen and paper, I will copy it down."
Many scholars have already started writing records.
As for He Qi’s complexion, the more he thought about it, the worse he got.
Everyone has seen the scenery of the New Year’s Eve, and all of them are explained in this sentence.
Someone else said: "'The east wind blows flowers on thousands of trees at night', does it mean 'Suddenly a spring breeze comes overnight, and thousands of trees bloom with pear blossoms'?"
This person asked a question, but no one paid attention.
Someone else said: "Just now I was talking about the scenery of the New Year's Eve. No one has come up with Su Wenwei's song "Fire trees and silver flowers bloom together, the iron locks of the star bridge open", and the top of the sapphire case seems to be no less good."
Another person said: "The first half is well written, but the tone is too high. If there are no good sentences to connect the second half, I'm afraid it will end in an anticlimax."
“Let’s hear it…”
There is no doubt that the upper half of the palace alone has stunned everyone present.
Everyone saw that He Qi's expression was already very bad. Han Zhongyan looked at He Qi and then at Zhang Yue, knowing that someone had shot him in the foot.
Han Zhongyan walked to He Qi and said, "I'll read it in the second half..."
Everyone heard what they thought, and the second half of the sentence was written about people.
Han Zhongyan paused for a moment after thinking about this: "...The man is there, in a dimly lit place. Pucheng Chapter 3."
As the last sentence fell, several people couldn't help but sigh deeply. There were still some people commenting on the first half of the sentence, but by the second half of the sentence no one said a word.
Zhang Yue walked to the maid's side and asked, "Have you written it down?"
The maid tried her best to say: "I read it too fast and I can't remember it completely."
Zhang Yue said: “Wait a minute.”
When Zhang Yue turned around, he met everyone's eyes and saw something was different for a moment.
Zhang Yue walked to He Qi and said, "Thank you so much, Brother He. I wonder if you can return it to me?"
He Qi's expression froze, and he racked his brains and asked: "Who is that man in the dim light?"
Zhang Yue didn’t answer and just took it.
Han Zhongyan patted He Qi on the shoulder and said: "If I were Brother He, I would take a look at it first, and then change it to my own name and steal it for my own use. In the future, Guan will use the name of this Qingyu Case for his whole life."
He Qi looked ugly. Who knew, I thought it was full of obscene words, but it turned out to be such wonderful words.
He Qiqiang smiled and said: "Yes."
Huang Luze said to Fan Zuyu: "This means that we don't fight stupid people, we don't fight smart people, we just fight people who don't have a good sense. What does Brother Fan think?"
Fan Zuyu said: "We have been classmates with Du Zhi in recent years. Have you ever seen him write such words?"
Huang Ludao: "What does Brother Fan mean?"
Fan Zuyu concentrated for a while and then said: "This is something deeply hidden."
The maid asked Zhang Yueqian behind to pick up the words and leave.
When everyone saw this scene, they thought, Zhang Yuezhen had no intention of using this word to make himself famous.
Does he not know how far this word has come?
Looking back at dusk, that person is there. Who is that person in the dim light?
A scholar on the side had already finished copying and said: "I'm going to sign it up right away. I wonder what the three names of Uucheng Zhang are?"
“Zhang Yue, Zhang Duzhi.” A classmate of Zhang Yue added.
The words were passed on like this.
Finally, someone said: "The artistic conception of this poem is all in this lower half."
However, several Tai students who were familiar with Zhang Yue's poems said: "We have also read Sanlang's poems, and they are just average in the Imperial College. But this one is too high, sometimes high and sometimes low.
It’s really hard to see through.”
Zhang Yue's poems were presented to the third floor in person.
It has been discussed for a long time at this time.
A young man asked an old man for advice: "Mei Gong, I wrote all the Yuanxi poems all night long. It is inevitable that the Yuanxi poems will feel repetitive and stale. No matter how much we write, I'm afraid it will be unnecessary."
Mei Gong said with a smile: "After Lao Du wrote a poem called "The Year of Li Gui in the South of the Yangtze River", I thought there would be no more poetry in the world, but I didn't know that there would be talented people in the Jiangshan Dynasty."
"look."
Mei Gongchao had a thick stack of Yuanxi Ci poems on the table and said: "Although these Yuanxi Ci poems are already excellent, they need to be able to break the old and bring out the new. It's not that there are none, but I'm afraid you and I won't be able to see them."
Everyone here is a veteran of the poetry world, but they all feel deeply about it.
One person said: "The articles and poems of our predecessors are vast and boundless. Although I dare not read them all, I am afraid that I have read almost all the good works. I don't know how many people will catch up to the ankles of the predecessors."
“For example, people like Li Taibai and Du Gongbu will not be able to appear again in a thousand years.”
The person on the third floor who was called Mei Gong was actually Mei Yaochen, and brothers Wu Anshi and Wu Anchi were also present. They were just spectators, and they were not qualified to say a word on such an occasion.
Mei Yaochen said: "It's almost the last song. It's hard to choose the last song. I have to choose one of these three songs. But it's still the regret of making up the number."
“It’s hard to deal with it now. It’s okay to wait a little longer, but it’s almost midnight. I’m afraid it will be a pity to have passed the New Year’s Eve.”
“That’s right, I don’t think there are any good works below. Please judge, Mr. Mei!”
Everyone turned to Mei Yaochen to ask him to make the final judgment.
Mei Yaochen read these three poems and was meditating when suddenly someone rushed up and said: "Mei Gong, you have a good poem, a good poem!"
“Perhaps there is a talented person who deliberately makes the finale?”
“You might as well give it a listen.”
“Read it!”
One person recited it on the spot, and everyone listened for a while and were speechless for a while.
Finally, Mei Yaochen said: "Although this song is good, it is not as good as these three. Besides, Wang Kui has already won one. We might as well give other talents some opportunities."
Others laughed and said: "Mei Gong is right. I also think that although the lyrics of this poem are good, it feels more repetitive than his previous one. How can anyone write two New Year's Eve poems in a row overnight?"
“Haha, if you can get the name Mei Gong, this kid will be great in the future.”
“Mei Gong, here is another song.”
Mei Yaochen glanced at it and said, "It's even worse."
“Mr. Mei, there is a sapphire case here.”
Mei Yaochen said: "Read a thought for me."
The other party, who is also an old poet in the world of poetry, casually unfolded the scroll and read: "Thousands of flowers bloom on the east wind night... Good words, who wrote this? It even blows down, the stars are like rain... Good, good, good! Look, Mr. Mei..."
Mei Yaochen had already turned around, and others were listening. This sentence sounded so majestic.
“BMWs and car-carvings are paving the road. The phoenix flute is playing, the jade pot is spinning, and the fish and dragons are dancing all night long. The first half of the palace is so wonderful! Mr. Mei!” The old man was a little excited.
Mei Yaochen said: "It's quite lively."
On the sidelines, Wu Anchi said to Wu An's poem: "Mei Gong has several lines of praise in other poems, but why does this poem say so?"
Wu An wrote in a poem: "Mei Gong has a very high vision. Maybe he is picky when it comes to his eyes. I wonder who did it?"
Wu Anchi said: "The first half of Quesu's taste is resurrected and it can only be written like this."
“There is still the second half of the palace.”
"The moth is like a golden wisp of snow and willow. The laughter is filled with the dark fragrance... This is about a woman... I have searched for him a thousand times in the crowd. Suddenly I look back... I look back at dusk, but that person is there, in the dim light."
As soon as the second half came out, everyone was speechless.
The first half of the story is about the bustling New Year's Eve, and the second half is about a woman. After searching for so long among many women, I finally saw her in a sparsely lit place.
At this point in the poem, no one knows how to evaluate it.
One person asked: "Mr. Mei, in my opinion, who does that person refer to?"
Mei Yaochen pondered: "I can't say, but I think this beauty refers to Bianjing City. The upper half of the tower is bustling like brocade, and the lower half of the tower looks like a woman looking at a lamp. In fact, looking at the image, it seems like
A woman who has taken off her heavy makeup is just her true self in ordinary times."
After hearing Mei Yaochen’s words, everyone was so impressed that they expressed their admiration and said: “Goodbye, Mr. Mei!”
Another person said: "I don't think it is necessarily Bianjing. As the saying goes, the meaning of words is the highest, and Qu Yuan used beauty to describe the king. The person in this poem may not refer to your majesty, or even to the world."
“Ran Ye.”
Another person said: “Maybe this person is really the author’s favorite?”
Others laughed and said: "How can such a word with such lofty imagery be used to express the love between men and women? It's really trivial."
He smiled and said: "We can't even say it. I'm afraid I have to ask the author of this sapphire case. I'm afraid I won't find out."
One person asked: "Yes, after talking about it for so long, I still haven't said who did it?"
One person read the poem's inscription and said: "It's Pucheng Zhangdu."
Wu Anchi, who was listening to the excitement on the side, suddenly changed his expression when he heard the name.