Still water poetry meeting.
Kang Xian suddenly shouted, and the hall suddenly quietened down. Yu Zixing had studied under Kang Xian for a short period of time, and seeing this strict teacher suddenly lose his temper for some reason, he was startled, hurriedly bowed his head and cupped his hands in salute, "Master, Master — —"
Kang Xian was a master of Confucianism, and had a strong background. Although he did not have many disciples, but most of the people present were well aware of his reputation. At this time, his gaze swept across the hall, and stopped on Yu Zixing, as if he was teaching a disciple, "Such words, do you think you can casually say!?"
There was a moment of silence, Kang Xian put down his brush, and looked over. "Let me ask you, there are hundreds of poems today, if this poem is a mess, unsightly, and has no redeeming qualities, what will you do?"
When he said this, Yu Zixing had already understood the meaning. His body trembled, and he dryly bowed, "Disciple — — disciple will naturally put it aside and not care about it."
"Then — — have you seen this Ning Liheng before? Do you know this person, have you heard of his name, have you seen his appearance, has there been any bad comments about him or his character that have passed into your ears? "
"Disciple — — disciple understands."
Having said this, it was enough. Kang Xian smiled, "Since you know the reason, then sit down — — Everyone, there are many excellent works in today's poetry meeting, I just evaluated them with Duke Qin, such as Ming Yi's poem — —" He raised his voice, and began to evaluate the excellent works of the poetry meeting, sentence by sentence highlighting the highlights. He was originally knowledgeable, and at this time he deliberately did not flatter, but really speaking, these poems were indeed excellent, and Yu Zixing's two poems also received high enough praise.
This speech took a lot of time, and in the end, Kang Xian placed the Shuidiao Getou paper on the table again, "Now — — Everyone, let's evaluate this Shuidiao Getou, what do you think?"
When he finished, Cao Guan stood up from his seat, "Duke Ming's warning, disciple understands. I am ashamed to say this, but this poem is indeed exquisite, the literary talent is brilliant, the concept is profound, the disciple is far inferior to it. Just now in my heart, I had the intention to compare myself with him, only after receiving Ming Gong's teachings did I wake up. To be able to witness such a beautiful poem in such a grand occasion was truly a fortunate thing. However, everyone, I have just heard a few sentences, and I would like to comment on them with everyone. Haha, although there are pearls and jade in front of me, but everyone here is talented, I wonder who is willing to complete this poem for me, it cannot ruin the reputation of my Still water poetry meeting. "
After he finished speaking, Kang Xian laughed. "That's how a gentleman should behave." Everyone laughed, and the atmosphere became lively again. Someone laughed and said, "Zong Chen, you only have a few lines and you dare to talk nonsense. I already have a poem. The task of saving face for the poetry meet should fall on me."
After that, it was another intense poetry competition. No one was willing to lose, and it seemed that the competition was even more intense than before. When Kang Xian saw this scene, he smiled and raised his teacup to drink. Old Qin, who was beside him, also smiled.
"Haha, why is Duke Ming laughing?"
"Oh, Duke Ming is not kind. Usually, little friend Liheng only won a few rounds against you, but you want to put him on the fire to roast. It is not good for a gentleman to hold a grudge. When you see him in the future, he will find you to settle the score. "
Although that was what he said, but Elder Qin was smiling happily, looking forward to watching the show. There is no first in the original text, and there is no standard to evaluate a poem. After reaching a certain height, human words take up a large part. Although the beginning of the Shuidiao poem was really good, but it was impossible to make everyone else feel that it was' not as good '. This would make' the rest of the poem useless'. However, Kang Xian's words had directly confirmed a hint: When you see a work that is not as good, the first thing you think of is to slander the character of others. This is not the conduct of a gentleman.
In the night of Qinhuai, it was not only the poem that spread out. When Kang Xian's reprimand at the poetry meeting spread out, the result could be imagined. After being reprimanded by Duke Qin, Kang Xian's smile did not change, and he was still quite happy.
"Hey. I appreciate his talent and helped him to become famous. If he sees me, he should be grateful to me. Duke Qin, aren't you a little too vile to think like that? As the saying goes, a gentleman is magnanimous, a vile person is sorrowful. Haha, be careful to be open-minded. "
Before this, both of them had not seen how talented Ning Yi was, but in terms of evaluation, it was definitely not simple. At this moment, they were quite amazed by the poem, but also had some understanding. As they chatted and joked, an elder beside them also came over. "This Ning Liheng, could it be …" He had also gone to the river to play chess with Elder Qin, and had only met Ning Yi once. He knew that his surname was Ning, and now he could guess. Pan Guangyan also came over with a smile. When he heard this, he smiled and said, "This Ning Yi, could it be that Duke Ming and Ning Yi …"
Kang Xian laughed and said softly, "It is about the poem between me, Duke Du, and Duke Qin. I believe it is not fake. However, this person is low-key, and being friends with him is like water. We do not have much to do with each other. Old Crane, please keep it a secret and not spread it too much. "
Pan Guangyan came to a sudden realization and laughed.
"… I see."
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If Ning Yi could foresee everything that happened in Jiangning City, would he still look for Xiaochan to learn how to sing in order to find a sense of modernity? Anyway, because of the cold, he was always groggy and tired. He had never participated in these poetry meetings, so naturally he did not think too much.
It was past midnight. At this time, Ning Yi was still sleeping, unaware of everything that happened. The carriage was still very slow on the streets that were gradually quieting down. The streets were still crowded with people, and the light from the fire shone in from outside the carriage. Su Tan'er looked at Xiaochan in front of her, still holding the piece of paper with Shuidiao Getou in her hand. Xiaochan lowered her head and blinked. She did not dare to speak, and her lips were tightly pursed.
Even she felt that what happened tonight was a little strange. Until now, she still could not make sense of it. How much weight could the poem in her hand carry? Her ability to appreciate poetry was not the best. Although she was shocked when she first read it, and could not believe that it actually came from Xiaochan, the subsequent developments proved that she still underestimated the poem.
It was indeed a very happy thing to be able to see the shocked expression of the evil Xue Jin. Later, when Pu Yangyu and the teachers who were invited to the poetry meeting came over to speak, she also felt that she was being valued. As the daughter of a merchant, she could understand the weight of this kind of importance.
It was said that merchants pursued profits, and their status had always been at the bottom of society. Although money could solve many problems and raise their status, all kinds of discrimination still existed. Every year, they would contribute money and effort to deal with big and small disasters, but often they would not get a good reputation. Her grandfather spent a lot of money on the school, hoping that the Su family would produce a batch of scholars. Even if they had to spend money, they would at least be able to enter the ranks of scholars. She had seen this kind of urgency since she was young.
It was the same for the Pu Yangyu family. They had some results. Every year, they spent a lot of effort to organize the Pu Yuan Poetry Meet. Now that they had some results, they could be considered to have half a foot into the ranks of scholars. However, if they wanted to take the other half foot, there was still a distance to go. When the Pu Yuan Poetry Meet was mentioned, perhaps the first thing that came to mind was the aura of the nouveau riche. From the importance that they attached to this poem that came out of nowhere, one could roughly understand the benefits of this poem. However … some people actually said that this poem was even better than Cao Guan, Li Pin, and the others. How could that be possible?
She had not reached that level. She only liked and admired poetry. Because of the distance, she felt like she was looking at an idol. Before she got married, she had also participated in other poetry meets a few times. She had seen the scene of top scholars composing poems on the spot. She only felt that the poem was good, and that kind of feeling was really fascinating. Today, Cao Guan, Li Pin, and the others were the representatives of the scholars in Jiangning. Her grandfather had thought that there would be some scholars in the family, but he did not think that there would be people like them. As for the poem in his hand … it was brought out by Xiaochan. It was said that it was written by her husband, who clearly had no talent in learning. In the past, he had clearly written a strange poem like "Three lotus roots floating in a jade pond, the raft can be thought of". Now, although this poem was good, it could not be like this. Or … there must be a hidden story.
One side of her heart was a little unsettled because of her admiration for people like the scholars, Cao Guan, and Li Pin. However, the other side of her as a businessman was still clear. She could calmly deal with all the unexpected things as usual. Only when she got off the boat could she start to investigate all of this in doubt. She looked at Xiaochan, whose body seemed to have shrunk by a size, for a moment and laughed. "Was it really written by the son-in-law?" She naturally did not have any doubts about Xiaochan.
"Yes."
"Then … Xiaochan, can you tell us everything that happened between you and the son-in-law that night?"
"Oh."
Xiaochan nodded and then began to talk about what happened after they left. First, she told the story. The specific content of the Journey to the West was skipped in a few sentences. She only talked about the monster monkey. Then, she talked about singing, dancing, and magic tricks.
"Hey, that's how it was done … First, hide this bead in your hand …" Xiaochan said and repeated the magic trick. Originally, she wanted to show off in front of the two sisters on the boat, but she had already failed. Now that she failed again, she was very depressed. However, after a moment, she still talked about singing and writing poems.
"… Another way of singing?" Su Tan'er asked with a frown.
"Yes, it sounds very good." Xiaochan nodded and then said in a low voice, "The son-in-law told me not to go out and sing this. Otherwise, if Xiaochan, a little girl, changes the lyrics and the way of singing, they will say that she is not sensible …"
In fact, others might say that she was not sensible. Xiaochan actually understood this, but there was no need to hide it in front of the miss. Not long after, under the request of Su Tan'er, the little girl cleared her throat and began to sing the beginning of the song using the "new" way of singing. The music echoed in the carriage.
When the music stopped, Juan'er and Xing'er were still in a state of intoxication. "It sounds very good …" Su Tan'er leaned against the carriage and was silent for a long time. Then, she asked, "Xiaochan, you have been with the son-in-law for the longest time. What kind of person do you think he is …"
Xiaochan thought for a while and said, "The son-in-law, the son-in-law, he … Xiaochan thinks that the son-in-law doesn't look like a bookworm. He … is very funny. Sometimes he likes to joke, but he gives people the feeling that he is very calm, as if nothing is wrong … But when he talks, he is not like those masters. He doesn't say anything important, and … uh, that's it. Anyway, he seems to be different from what I have heard before …"
After listening to her, Su Tan'er nodded slightly.
After turning around the street in front, they would arrive at the Su Mansion …
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