The grass was green, and the river breeze blew the curtain hanging down from the pavilion. Not far away, the figure who threw down the poem and left was already close to the courtyard gate. Beside him, some people chased after him, shouting, "Don't go! Get to the bottom of this …" "Ning Liheng, do you think it's over just like that?!" "Don't play tricks here!" But soon after, they sensed that something was wrong behind them. Some of them stopped and turned back.
Xue Gongyuan's irritable temper, holding the poem draft and preparing to chase after him, was also the reason why the others were prepared to keep Ning Yi here. The elders had spoken, yet you still dared to run. Only then would the others be able to block it with a guilty conscience. However, the reaction that appeared on Xue Gongyuan's body was truly puzzling and confusing. Not many people could guess what was written on that piece of paper that caused a person to become like this.
If that Ning Yi was truly talented, then what he wrote on the paper might be a good poem. But at this moment, if he wrote a poem and ran away, he would only be deceiving himself. In the future, if word got out, he would say that this person was too arrogant, thinking that he could suppress the entire audience with a single poem. The few old men present were all people who had experienced many big scenes. To be able to surprise Xue Gongyuan with a single glance, a few knowledgeable people in the crowd guessed that the contents of the paper were related to some secret. Xue Gongyuan knew about it, but the moment he saw it, he had to keep his mouth shut.
Ji Xianqing frowned. The first thing she felt was that Ning Liheng might have taken some information from Xue Gongyuan and wrote it in code, causing Xue Gongyuan to not dare to pursue the matter any further. In his bewilderment, he shook his head in his heart. He could cover Xue Gongyuan's mouth, but he couldn't cover the mouths of so many people. At most, he would only ruin Xue Gongyuan's reputation. In the city of Bianliang, it was not uncommon for old literary figures or retired officials to lose their chastity in old age to build up their reputation. She had seen a lot of such cases.
However, that Ning Liheng was smart. He knew that he could not turn the situation around, so he threw this thing down and left. If he could really drag Xue Gongyuan into this, then even if many people questioned him, he would not be labeled as a "liar" on the spot. At the very least, his reputation would not be ruined. Ji Xianqing thought about this possibility and turned her head to look at her opponent, Li Shishi. She sat there with one hand on her lips, and no one knew what she was thinking. But no matter what, this person was her friend, and she had brought him here. Although this time, her reputation was not ruined, she was already involved with her. In the confrontation before the Dragon Boat Festival, she had suffered a great loss. Presumably, she had already thought of this. If she were her, she could only sit there and pretend to be calm.
The sun shone down. After all, it was a sunny summer noon. Amidst the short period of noise and bewilderment, everyone had their own thoughts and guesses. Most of them, of course, were just guessing what poem it was. They whispered, "… Mulan's Boat, Sha Tang Zhou, the jade flute and golden pipe sit at both ends. What kind of sentence is this …"
"It's just neat, but … it's also average?"
After listening to two sentences, he didn't have much confidence in his discussion. Yan Lingzhong and the others had already surrounded him, "Master Xue …"
"Gongyuan, what's wrong?"
"Let me see, let me see what this fellow has written. Gongyuan, let go …"
The serious and straightforward Pan Hongda took the poem from Xue Gongyuan's hands. Only then did Xue Gongyuan come back to his senses. He put down the rice paper and swallowed his saliva. He looked at the people around him with a complicated expression. Pan Hongda began to read the poem angrily. After reading the first two sentences, his expression changed again. Yan Lingzhong, Master Mo, and the others also looked over.
They were all people who had been in the literary world for a long time. What Ji Xianqing could think of, they were more or less mentally prepared. In this kind of situation, if one wanted to force others to lose their reputation, others would do anything. They also thought that if there really was something fishy about this poem, they would first take a look and then choose to deal with it immediately. They thought about whether they could cover it up. However, after reading the poem, their expressions were already bewildered. They looked at each other and said, "This poem … This kind of poem …"
Their expressions were uncertain. Yu Shaoyuan, Fang Wenyang, and the others had already surrounded them curiously. Earlier, Ning Yi had put down Yu Shaoyuan's poem along with his own. Now, Yu Shaoyuan smiled and cupped his hands, "Teachers, can you tell us about the Young Master Ning's poem for everyone to appraise?" He was sure that there was something fishy about this. First, he had to unravel the matter. The poem he wrote today, "Remembering Your Charming", was the essence of many years of accumulation. Could it really be suppressed by someone else …
However, after he said this, Pan Hongda and the others glanced at him. Someone helped Xue Gongyuan to sit down. Yan Lingzhong looked at the situation, then at Yu Shaoyuan. Finally, he sighed and handed the poem to him, "That's good. Shaoyuan, you read it with everyone …"
He sighed. Yu Shaoyuan felt slightly puzzled. He took the manuscript and opened it, looking at the people around him. Someone was already saying, "Shaoyuan, quickly read it." Fang Wenyang and the others went to the side to look. Yu Shaoyuan lowered his head and read, "Magnolia's boat, jade flute's golden pipe sits on both ends. The fine wine's center is a thousand bushels, carrying a prostitute along the waves … Ah, go or stay. "
At this time, poems were all about rhythm. Yu Shaoyuan read it directly, and it was also in cadence. His speed was average, enough to give people time to evaluate and remember. The first few lines were neat and outstanding, but when he read "carrying a prostitute along the waves", Yu Shaoyuan even laughed softly. The people around him laughed, "It's just so-so." But not many people said this, because the poem was actually very good, almost impeccable. It was just that it was not to the extent of directly shocking people.
Yu Shaoyuan continued to read the next line, which was "Immortals wait to ride the yellow crane, seafarers have no heart to follow the white gull". At this time, his expression had already changed slightly.
However, everyone around him was listening, so he could not show anything on his face. Even the cadence of his words was not easy to stop. He paused slightly, looked at the people around him, and recited according to the paper, "… Qu Ping's Fu, hanging the sun and moon, the King of Chu's pavilion empty the hills … Excited to write, shaking the five mountains, the poem becomes proud! Ling Cang Zhou … "At this time, the intimidating spirit of the poem had already come out, and Yu Shaoyuan's tone followed the rhythm. When it came to "excited to write, shaking the five mountains, the poem becomes proud and smiles at Ling Cang Zhou", the whole tone was brought up. This was also because the scholars of this time had been studying poetry since young, and were rather particular about it. When the spirit of the poem rushed over, he could not control himself when he recited it according to the momentum. But he knew that he could not do this, and after raising his tone, he tried to suppress it, and it became rather strange.
His lips moved, looking at the last two lines, and for a moment, he could not continue. His gaze swept across the people around him. Listening to this poem, some of the scholars repeated it, some of them lowered their heads and muttered, their fingers still tapping on their thighs according to the rhythm, and did not notice Yu Shaoyuan's abnormality. But in the moment he was slightly absent-minded, Fang Wenyang, who was beside him, had already finished reading the manuscript. He actually shook his head and turned to leave. After a while, the people in the crowd slightly digested the two lines, and after a while, there was no movement. Then they raised their heads and said, "Shaoyuan, what's next?"
"Next …" His words seemed to come out from his throat, but then he smiled, "… If fame and wealth remain, the Han River should flow northwest. Everyone, please appraise this poem."
He recited the last two lines as if it was burning his hand, and directly handed the manuscript out. Immediately, someone took it. Someone else said, "This poem is also average … right?" Someone else continued, "This poem …" Everyone present also wanted to immediately give an evaluation of the poem, but looking at the expressions of the people around them, no one dared to give an evaluation of the poem. No one wanted to be the first to speak nonsense and be scolded, but no one was willing to directly say that the poem was good. They were all waiting for someone else to speak.
Everyone had already heard it once, and then they took the manuscript and looked at it. Some of them had already read it once, and they would often lower their heads and chew in the direction that Ning Yi had left, then look at the poem again. Feeling that he didn't want to squeeze anymore, he simply went to the side and wrote the poem on the paper beside him. In such a short moment, only the group of scholars lost their composure. On the other side, Princess Qing, on the other side, Ji Xianqing and the others were left out in the cold.
Ji Xianqing listened to the poem once and was certain that it might not be any better. However, she looked at Yu Shaoyuan, who was not far away with his head lowered and muttering bitterly. He was holding his own poem, "Remembering Your Charm", and his expression was uncertain. Looking at the side, Shishi was sitting on a praying mat with one hand covering her mouth, but she also seemed to be muttering something. Her body gently swayed from side to side, her eyes smiling, her smile elegant. The other hand was dipped in wine as she wrote on the small table in front of her. It was obvious that it was also a poem left behind by Ning Liheng. She hummed along with the rhythm, feeling as if there was no one else around and enjoying herself. Occasionally, she would laugh again.
Ji Xianqing sat there with a gentle expression and a faint smile on her face. However, she had never expected such an outcome, and not many people would have guessed that there was only such a poem on the manuscript. In theory, no matter how good the poem was, there was still a limit to it. Even if the poem written by Ning Yi was comparable to Yu Shaoyuan's "Remembering Your Charm", there were still a lot of them that could be taken out. But this poem was beyond this category.
If it wasn't for the scheming and aggressiveness of this group of people, Ning Yi wouldn't have wanted to take out this poem to deal with the situation. At most, Su Shi's love poem, "Huan Xi Sha", would have been enough to suppress the crowd. But now that things had developed to this point, the meaning of taking out this poem was different. Li Bai's "Song on the River". If one were to use a sentence to describe it, this was one of the works that represented the thoughts of the Immortal Poet in his prime.
Li Taibai, a man of all ages.
In terms of impassioned and passionate expression, Li Taibai's poems were the ones that could immediately strike a person's heart and shock others, especially in front of these people who had spent their entire lives with poems. "Qu Ping's poems hang in the sun and moon, and the Chu King's pavilion is empty. When he writes, he shakes the five mountains, and his poems laugh proudly at Ling Cangzhou! " There was almost no need for any complicated research or analysis. Not many people could take it.
Although this poem was not selected into any textbooks in later generations, perhaps due to the reason of 'carrying a prostitute to stay or leave with the waves', it was not as famous as' Bringing in the wine '. However, it was still Li Taibai's masterpiece when he was in his thirties or forties. It was relatively standard, but majestic and smooth, like a great river flowing in one breath. If it was placed in this poetry competition, it would not be the Five Mountains that were shaking, and it would not only be Cangzhou that was shaking. It was simply imposing in front of the people of the poetry competition. If not, Xue Gongyuan wouldn't have been left speechless.
No one thought that this slap would be so fierce and exaggerated. At this moment, groups of scholars were still whispering to each other. On Commandery Princess Qing's side, the nobles were whispering to each other. They had joined in the fun because Zhou Pei had praised her teacher too much. They had grown up in Bianliang, so there was no way they would be convinced by others. However, they had come to watch the fun and had never thought of becoming enemies. At this moment, they whispered, "I didn't expect her teacher to be so exaggerated …"
On the other side, Ji Xianqing was sitting next to Shishi and was in a dilemma. She deliberated over her words and said, "I never thought that this Ning Liheng would actually be able to write such a good poem. Compared to Shaoyuan, it would be hard to tell who is better. Junior Sister …" She calmly looked forward, turned her head, and seemed to be casually and affectionately talking to Shishi. She heard Shishi laugh twice, which was a little strange, and turned her head to look. Although Shishi covered her mouth and occasionally laughed, she still had her usual elegant and attractive appearance, but at this time, her fingers were still writing on the table, and she did not look at her.
"Phew …" Sister Xianqing, I don't even know what you guys are doing … "
"Hmm?"
"Do you know how powerful this brother of mine is …" "Phew …"
"Junior Sister …" "Why do you say that …"
"I've been laughing ever since I sat down … Seeing you guys force him …" Hehe, Sister Xianqing … "
"Err …"
"I don't know how powerful he is either …" But, I only know … "Shishi laughed until she lowered her head and put her hand on her forehead for a moment," Zhou Meicheng once admitted that if he was in front of him, he wouldn't dare to write a poem … Sister Xianqing, why do you all … "You have to force him, hmph hmph …" I'm sorry, it's too funny … "
Although the two of them had always been harmonious on the surface, they had already torn apart a few times in private when they were fighting for their reputation as Courtesan Belle. Shishi had always been known to be elegant and intelligent. However, when she harbored evil intentions, her words were often sharp. Usually, a simple sentence could stab people to the point where they could not move up or down. She was not the kind of person who would submit to adversity. At this time, the crowd had yet to pay attention to her. She was laughing heartily, and Ji Xianqing's face was flushed red and white. Zhou Meicheng didn't dare to write a poem in front of him? If that was really the case, she could clearly see what kind of clown she and the others had become in the other party's eyes when she recalled the development of the situation …
Her expression was gloomy and indescribable. However, in Shishi's heart, she did not care about the miserable state of her opponent after being slapped in the face. What she was thinking more about was the entire process of the matter.
To be honest, even she was a little frightened by Ning Yi's words. It was to the point that the image of Ning Yi, which seemed to be a little clearer in her heart, became a little blurry and mysterious again.
Carrying a prostitute as she pleases … Although it was indeed very cool, what was he thinking … What exactly was he thinking …
Just as Shishi was thinking about these things, Ning Yi had already brought Zhou Pei out of the manor and onto the tree-lined path outside.
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