In the morning, the spring sun shone brightly and the sound of a pipa could be heard.
The outing was not a formal literary conference, so there was no need for everyone to sit on the stage. The organizer would host the event on stage, and a group of scholars would sit in front as judges. Of course, there were many seats arranged on the grass. At the side of the grass, a girl danced leisurely under the gaze of the crowd. After the dance, a group of scholars clapped and cheered. Then, everyone talked and discussed poetry.
"Master Chen has found a good place. The sky is clear and the air is clear. From here, you can see the beautiful scenery of the Yangtze River. I think, why don't we use the Yangtze River as the theme and compose a few poems. Let the Zhuangyuan judge it, how about that …"
"That's perfect …"
It was easy to maintain the atmosphere of the literary conference under such relaxed conditions. A group of scholars would write a few lines when they had nothing to do. Now that they were all gathered together, it was hard to hide the poetic quality. Of course, there was no need to propose a strange topic at the beginning. With the Yangtze River as the theme, everyone could compose one or two poems. Once this was said, everyone agreed. A beauty picked up her instrument and said, "Little Yu is willing to sing for Master Xue." Master Xue felt honored and quickly wrote a poem. If the poem was good, if the other party could sing it well, it would naturally add to the atmosphere. Amidst the laughter of the crowd, the sound of a zither and singing could be heard.
At this time, on the grassland, not all the people were gathered together. Other than the group of people who were relatively loud, Li Shishi, Zhou Bangyan, and the others were also gathered not far away. Chen Luoyuan was also greeting them and looking over with a smile, listening to the poems they were singing. The others were also scattered in groups of twos and threes, chatting, but most of them were also watching the situation here.
Qin Shaohe was mixed in with the largest group of people. He was the Zhuangyuan, so once he was noticed, he couldn't escape. Moreover, he was also interested in the knowledge of this group of scholars in Jiangning. At this time, there was no harm in coming over to join in on the fun. It was just that when he was satisfied with appreciating poems, he would occasionally look in a certain direction. Since he came here today, he didn't greet Ning Yi and the others. At this time, Ning Yi and two girls dressed as men were squatting on one side of the grass, looking down.
"Oh, the grass is a little steep, and the slope is long enough. It looks really cool …"
This was the side of the grassland with the widest view. You could see the Yangtze River and Stone City in the distance. Going down the mountain, there was a long grassy slope that looked slightly steep. It was more than 45 degrees, the kind that a person could roll down in one go. There was also a forest below, which looked lush and green. Ning Yi heard someone singing a song over there and knew that the show hadn't started yet, so he ran over to this grassy slope. Anyway, the most important thing for him was to bring Yunzhu here to play.
A servant saw them at the edge and quickly came out to warn them of the danger. Ning Yi waved his hand and asked the servant to find some tools. Then, the Emperor's son-in-law, Kang Xian, also walked over. "Kid, what are you doing now?"
"Chen Gong found a good place. What kind of official did he become in the past? How could he buy such a good mountain?"
Ning Yi asked with a smile as he looked around.
"Chen Luoyuan was only a county magistrate. After that, it was just an idle job. However, he was originally famous for his knowledge and politeness. In fact, he wasn't that outstanding when it came to his work.
"Tsk." Ning Yi lowered his voice. "Three years as a county magistrate, a hundred thousand snowflakes of silver."
"Haha, you little brat, you're gauging the heart of a gentleman with your own mean measure. The Chen family is a big landlord in Jiangning. Although the Su family is rich now, they are still a family of merchants. They are like trees without roots. You can't compare to them."
Ning Yi shrugged and then raised his chin. "I'm going to slide down from here."
"Huh?" Kang Xian was stunned.
"There are a few stones in the middle, but I've already chosen the route. There won't be a problem. However, this kind of exercise is not suitable for the elderly. Prince Consort Kang, you can only watch."
"Haha …" Kang Xian laughed. "Nonsense. You're still as ridiculous as ever. Today is a gathering of talented people, yet you don't think about such elegant things. You actually want to play a naughty game here. No matter what, you're called the number one scholar of Jiangning. Today, students from the capital are here. Aren't you afraid of being laughed at?
"What's so funny? We're just going for a walk. If it was by the river, I would have brought a kite and some barbecued meat."
"That's true." Kang Xian thought for a while. "However, this exercise of yours is too dangerous. Since you guys want to play, let me tell you. You can walk up the mountain later. There's a hot spring up there. Your game is so dangerous. How can Miss Nie slide down with you?"
After the old man finished speaking, his face was full of smiles. Yunzhu's face turned slightly red. Ning Yi thought about it and agreed. After a while, the servant brought two wooden boards and two iron bars. Ning Yi looked at the iron bars and realized that they couldn't be used. They were too hard. If they fell into the ground, they would directly run through people. However, he had played in this area many times. He only tied the wooden boards to his shoes and used them as sleds.
As he was busy, many people couldn't help but look over. Li Shishi, Qi Lan, Zhou Bangyan, Cao Guan, and Liu Qingdi were more or less paying attention to Ning Yi's situation. However, most of them knew that he had always been a little distant from these literary matters. This feeling was actually very strange. Some people in Jiangning actually hoped to see shocking poems, but some didn't want Ning Yi to do it. This feeling was especially strong for top scholars like Cao Guan and Liu Qingdi. No matter who it was, they might have to admit that they were a little afraid of the name Ning Liheng.
Generally, people like Cao Guan wrote many poems. Some were good, some were bad. Sometimes, they were brilliant, and sometimes, their poems were mediocre. Their fame was gradually spread through literary gatherings and discussions. Of course, when it came to representative works, there were only a few of them that stood at the top. Ning Yi usually didn't participate in literary meetings. He only made a name for himself with a few poems. Although this was a little unconventional, one had to admit that the three poems Ning Yi took out were not for discussion, but were simply used to make trouble.
It was obviously a masterpiece that was passed down from generation to generation. Whether it was' When the Bright Moon Appears', 'The Green Jade Case' or 'Calm the Storm', when these poems were written, it made one's heart surge with emotions. If there was a literary contest, one poem would determine the winner. However, if these poems were written, others wouldn't be able to write them. How could they write?
Previously, when they heard that Qi Lan had invited Ning Yi to compose poems, Cao Guan and the others were actually a little vigilant. They told themselves in their hearts that they had to bring out their best state. His level and Ning Liheng's were not that far apart. Moreover, Ning Liheng couldn't write good poems every time. But this time, seeing that Ning Liheng seemed to want to stay out of it, they couldn't help but feel relieved. Then, they became a little annoyed.
On the other hand, Zhou Bangyan and the others were wondering what Ning Yi was doing. They saw him tie a wooden plank to his shoes and slide down the grassy slope. "Wa wa wa … wa …" sounds came from there. Only then did they realize that he was playing such a childish game. They didn't know whether to laugh or to cry.
After a while, Ning Yi climbed up. He sat on the grassy slope for a while. Everyone saw Qi Lan carry the guqin over and squat down to talk to him. After that, Ning Yi seemed to be in a mood again and slid down the grassy slope.
Everyone felt a little helpless. Suddenly, they heard an "Ah" sound. Qi Lan was standing on the grassy slope with the guqin in her arms. Her beautiful face turned pale. Beside her, two men dressed like scholars were planning to climb down the grassy slope. They didn't know what happened. Then, they heard a shout from below, "It's okay, it's okay. The wooden plank is really not strong …" Many people surrounded them with concern. Ning Yi was climbing up from below. He probably rolled a few times on the grassy slope. His robe was slightly messy, but he wasn't injured. However, the wooden plank on one of his feet was broken.
When he came up, everyone smiled and asked him if he was okay. Chen Luoyuan also came over. Knowing his identity, he was concerned and asked him to go to the manor below to change his clothes. In fact, the robe was still clean, so he declined. At this time, the group was asking Qin Shaohe to compose a poem. Qin Shaohe agreed and wrote one. He laughed and said, "When it comes to poetry, it's not my strong point. Among all of you, there are many who can write better than me. For example, Liheng is very good. We are over there composing poems, but he is doing somersaults here. What a pity. Why don't you write three poems as punishment? "
Ning Yi patted the dust on his clothes and laughed, "I just fell and you want me to write poems. Do you want a limerick?" Yunzhu, who was at the side, had sharp eyes. She noticed that some threads had come off Ning Yi's clothes and there was a small tear on the corner of his clothes. She quickly pointed it out. Ning Yi frowned and tidied himself up. Qin Shaohe saw that he really had something to do. He laughed and let him go. After a while, they suddenly heard someone say, "I heard that Liheng and Miss Shishi were childhood friends?"
Just now, they wanted to see if Ning Yi was okay. The surrounding crowd had already gathered. Li Shishi, Zhou Bangyan, and the others were also mixed in with the crowd. At this time, they were chatting and laughing. When the person said this, Shishi was slightly stunned. Then, she smiled and looked at Ning Yi. Ning Yi also frowned slightly. Then, he heard someone say, "Such a thing actually happened?"
This news was out of everyone's expectations. There was a slight uproar among the crowd. Some were unhappy, some were envious, and some were jealous. In fact, just now, among the Jiangning students, there might have been some who had developed a favorable impression of Li Shishi. After all, the halo of being the top courtesan was really attractive. Li Shishi was not only beautiful, but also friendly. Earlier, when everyone was writing poems, she was also at the side. Although she did not personally sing for anyone, after the others wrote, she commented on it and said good things about it. Most of these people in Jiangning had a girl they liked. But today, it was the number one beauty in the capital. If they could win her favor, it would be a great honor.
No one was interested in hearing about the relationship between the girl they liked and others. At this time, Zhou Bangyan and the others were also slightly unhappy. This news was actually spread by Yu Ho-chung. He was unhappy with Zhou Bangyan and the others. He also knew that his knowledge of poetry was limited. This time, it concerned Shishi's reputation, and he did not want to mess it up. After hearing that Xiaoning was Ning Liheng, he was also stunned for a while. Then, he came up with a plan.
Instead of letting Zhou Bangyan and the others steal the limelight for Shishi, it was better to let Liheng steal all of their limelight. After all, everyone was old friends. In his opinion, Liheng would definitely help.
Therefore, as soon as they arrived, Yu Ho-chung asked around for news of Ning Liheng. Then, he pretended to casually mention the old story between Shishi and Ning Liheng. After some hype, Ning and Li became the focus of the crowd.
"Liheng …" Li Shishi thought for a while, then lowered her head and smiled. "He is indeed an old friend of mine. Back then, Shishi followed Mama Lee to Jiangning to learn music and happened to live at the entrance of Sanlian Alley. Liheng's family also lived at Sanlian Alley, so we got to know each other at that time. I just didn't expect that Xiaoning would become the Young Master Ning today. I only confirmed it when I saw her today."
"Really? I'm afraid it's been many years, right? "asked someone who was interested.
Ning Yi nodded. "Indeed … that's right."
The crowd was in an uproar again. Liu Qingdi stood among the crowd. He was originally very unhappy, but now he slightly narrowed his eyes. He looked at Li Shishi and then looked at Yuan Jin 'er on the other side. He thought of something and then walked out with a smile.
"Childhood sweethearts, both young and innocent. Back then, Liheng probably never thought that the little girl would become Miss Shishi today and become famous throughout the capital. Back then, Miss Shishi probably never thought that Brother Ning would become famous throughout Jiangning today and become the number one scholar praised by everyone. Brother Ning and Miss Shishi's looks are both the best of the best. As the Buddhists say, this is fate. From what I see, the two of you must be feeling a lot of emotions right now. If today's literary conference is going to be a good story, why not let Li Heng compose a poem for Miss Shishi and let Miss Shishi sing for him. What does everyone think?
He had just quarreled with Yun Zhu and Jin 'er in the morning. At this time, he was like a rival in love. His eyes were burning with hatred and he obviously didn't have any good intentions. Ning Yi looked at him with a faint smile. Liu Qingdi also looked back at him with equal harshness. Jin 'er curled her lips disdainfully at the back. This Liu Qingdi was too childish. If she really liked Ning Yi and saw that his literary talent could easily subdue everyone and make Hua Kui fall in love with him, it was inevitable that she would have a grudge. At this time, she was afraid that it would only make Sister Yunzhu feel uncomfortable. But it was fine. She could take advantage of the situation and steal Sister Yunzhu's heart.
At this time, if Ning Yi really took out some masterpiece and subdued Li Shishi on the spot, he would be the only one in the limelight. Cao Guan wouldn't be happy, Zhou Bangyan and the others wouldn't be happy either. But in the crowd, there were more people who had nothing to do with personal interests. They wanted this matter to be as big as possible. They couldn't be the main character, but as a participant, they could also benefit from it. After Liu Qingdi finished speaking, there was immediately a response. Kang Xian also chimed in, "I think this matter is interesting." On Qin Shaoqian's side, he hurriedly started to make a ruckus. "Young couple, childhood sweethearts, must write, must write!" Even the shy Xu Xiaohu kept nodding. "That's right, that's right." He was a martial artist, so he was quite looking forward to this kind of gathering of literati. He was eager to witness a romantic love affair with literary talent.
Li Shishi's eyes swayed and her face was slightly red. She didn't speak, playing her role perfectly. Ning Yi's eyes swept around the crowd several times. Yunzhu was behind him, but he couldn't see her face. After a long silence, he finally nodded and opened his mouth.
"… Okay." Ning Yi thought for a moment, then directly walked to a desk not far away. He took out a piece of paper and a pen and dipped it in ink. "A limerick. Don't laugh, everyone."
Looking at his current expression, it was obvious that he wasn't writing a limerick. The crowd gathered around the desk. Some were laughing, while others began to quiet down. Around the grassland, the people who were alone also gathered around in a scattered manner. They were all somewhat concerned. Cao Guan, Zhou Bangyan, and the others frowned, their gazes quiet. This Youth Outing had just begun, but if there was already a masterpiece that would be passed down through generations, the rest of the Youth Outing would be dull and boring. Everyone's brilliance would be overshadowed by this poem. As for Li Shishi, she smiled at the side, but there was also some anticipation in her eyes. This poem was related to her, so she really wanted to see what kind of poem this old friend of hers, who was already known as the number one talent of Jiangning, could write.
The tip of the pen fell. The words were still very good, and … it was not a limerick.
However, the crowd's expression gradually changed from a smile to silence, as if there was some incomprehension, then doubt, and then, gradually, it became strange …
There were a total of eight lines on that piece of paper …
"Some people are in tall buildings, some people are in deep ditches, some people are full of light, some people are covered in rust, there are thousands of kinds of people in the world, don't ask for floating clouds, this person is like a rainbow, meet him and know that he exists."
This … what kind of poem was this?
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Poking his head out: modern poem …
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