The East Wind blooms on a thousand trees in the night.
In the hall on the second floor of the Old Rain Building, Li Pin's clear voice came into everyone's ears. On the table beside her, Ning Yi was writing rapidly. As soon as the first sentence came out, many people's expressions changed. Some of them looked solemn and waited for the next sentence, while others frowned and had a bad feeling.
Among the people present, Su Chonghua was more inclined to believe that Ning Yi was only a talented person. He naturally did not believe that the Shuidiao Getou was written by a Daoist priest, but he had a good understanding of Ning Yi's daily practices in Yushan Academy. Ning Yi's teaching method was like a child's play. Perhaps he had read the basic classics and history, but it was hard for him to believe that he had learned anything. Even if Song Mao had personally said that Ning Yi had a knack for teaching, in Su Chonghua's opinion, it was nothing more than a cheap trick. It might be successful for a while, but after a long time, it would become improper.
In fact, he had no opinion on how Ning Yi spent his days, for he had been clear about Old Great Grandfather Su's plans from the beginning. As a person who had experienced officialdom, he had a strong tolerance for messy things. Buying a poem to become a talent was nothing more than buying a poem. If he could do that back then, he would not be so courteous. Therefore, he had never expressed his opinion on Ning Yi's teaching. But it was different when Song Mao praised him. On the first day of the new year, when Old Great Grandfather came to talk to him about teaching, he felt a strong threat.
Ning Yi had always kept a low profile and did not interact with too many people, so he was impeccable. As a member of the Su family, it was almost impossible to tear him down at home after Old Great Grandfather Su had spoken. But tonight was indeed a good opportunity. He wandered here by accident, and it was impossible to refuse. After thinking for a while, he immediately made a decision to ask Puyang Yi to call him up. As long as he came up, as an elder, he could ask him to compose a poem, and he would not be able to refuse. Moreover, Xue Jin was here to add fuel to the fire, and there were so many scholars around. As the saying goes, scholars despise each other. If you overshadow everyone with a poem on the Mid-Autumn Festival, and then there was no movement after that, who would really admire you?
His plan was actually similar to that of Su Wenxing and the others when Song Mao arrived at the Su Mansion. They both wanted others to expose him. Su Chonghua had already prepared to ruin Ning Yi's reputation that night. Everything that followed was just as he had thought. Amidst the whispers of the crowd, Ning Yi was indeed unwilling to let him go. Xue Jin's performance was exaggerated, but it was indeed appropriate here. And his words were like the last straw that broke the camel's back, falling just at the right time.
However, if Ning Yi's following gaze was said to have surprised him, then the other party's straightforward writing immediately made Su Chonghua's heart skip a beat. He realized that there was a mistake in his plan, and with the appearance of the first line, he already understood that when he was most pleased with his plan, he had been countered.
It was too straightforward.
Although the point of view might be different, but he and Xue Jin both felt the same. Ning Yi's calm attitude could only prove that he would not have any problems in this aspect. When the first line appeared, others did not have the time to really analyze it. Of course, a single line could at most be said to be impeccable, but it could not be said to be good or bad. However, after a moment, when Li Pin read "The wind blows down, the stars are like rain", the initial outline of this line had already appeared in front of everyone. The grand and magnificent atmosphere, along with the formation of this line, spread out.
Shua, shua, shua.
"Precious horses carving carts … the fragrance fills the road."
"The sound of the phoenix flute moves …"
"The jade pot light turns …"
"One night — fish and dragon dance …"
Su Chonghua sat there and sighed slightly. He raised the wine cup in front of him and drank a mouthful. He closed his eyes, knowing that tonight's plan had all gone to waste. This feeling was like scheming against someone in the officialdom and failed. The calculation was completely wrong, and it did not feel good. Right now, he really felt that he could not see through the lad in front of him. On the other hand, Xue Jin's mouth was slightly open, and his expression was one of surprise. He blinked his eyes and was speechless. The entire hall was silent. Someone was repeating the poem, and the noise from outside could be heard.
If one were to say that the Mid-Autumn Festival Shuidiao Song was a gradual progression, starting from a plain start, and using a superb technique that did not make people feel abrupt, then this song in front of them was unequivocally unrestrained from the start, like splashing ink on a landscape. From the very beginning, it used the most magnificent style to unfold the atmosphere. "The East Wind blooms on a thousand trees at night. The wind blew down, and stars fell like rain. The road was filled with the fragrance of horses and carts. The sound of the phoenix flute moves, the light of the jade pot spins, a night of dancing fish and dragons. " With just this, the constantly mentioned metaphors had vividly and vividly described the entire night scene of Shangyuan Academy. It was as if the liveliness had been condensed dozens of times and then replayed in front of everyone's eyes.
The atmosphere in the hall became a little solemn. Ning Yi paused and looked back. On the surface, it seemed that he was looking at everyone's reaction, but in fact, he was still paying attention to the maid in green who was walking around. Just now, when he was writing, he also glanced at the actions of this woman. She only glanced at him in confusion, and then focused on walking around, pouring wine, and so on. At this time, she stood slightly sideways beside a pillar, and looked out of the window at the corridor. In the entire hall, except for Ning Yi, probably no one would pay attention to her.
Ning Yi turned back, and his brush turned in the inkstone. He murmured, "Golden thread of moth snow willow …" On the other side, Li Pin did not hear it clearly. "Hmm?" Seeing Ning Yi's brush fall, she then understood.
"Golden thread of moth snow willow …"
He was still writing. Ning Yi looked to the side and saw that the maid in green turned around again to pour wine for another person. His eyes quietly turned to the other side. In the corridor, two men in blue had also turned around and were looking inside. Puyang Yi seemed to have noticed this. One of the participants, who seemed to have some status, went to inquire and negotiate. He whispered at the door, and the others were focused on the poem, so no one paid attention to him.
Ning Yi raised his brush and wrote the next sentence, "Laughter and hidden fragrance go away."
The two soldiers in blue did not dare to disturb the gathering of so many literati. They also kept their voices low, and then finally turned to the other end of the corridor. On the way, they also looked in through the window. After writing this sentence, Ning Yi stopped, and the two disappeared from the other side of the window. The woman in green also walked along the circular path, carrying the wine pot to the door. She poured wine for others at the table near the door, and waited for a while, probably calculating the time when the two men went up to the third floor.
"Searching for him thousands of times in the crowd …"
In the voice of Li Pin, Ning Yi paid attention to the movement of the woman from the corner of his eyes. At this time, she finally walked out of the door quietly. She looked at the other end of the corridor, and perhaps the man in blue was no longer there. She was about to walk away, and then the sentence "Suddenly looking back" just sounded. The woman seemed to notice something, and stopped. She looked over, and seemed to frown slightly. After a glimpse, Ning Yi quietly withdrew his gaze, and focused on writing the last sentence of the poem.
After finishing the last stroke, Li Pin also sighed, and looked around, "Suddenly looking back … that person is in the dim light."
After finishing this sentence, someone sighed in the silence, "Good …". On the other side of the hall, Qi Lan and the others had already heard it with eyes full of splendor. After listening to the sentence "Searching for him thousands of times in the crowd, suddenly looking back, that person is in the dim light", they could not help but stand up, and wanted to say something or walk over, but then realized that it was not appropriate. She gently bit her lower lip, and with both hands holding onto her handkerchief, she turned her head to look to the side. Even more people were still chewing over the artistic conception of this poem. Ning Yi put down his brush. Li Pin carefully picked up the xuan paper and shook it. She carefully read it again before handing it over to Pu Yangyi at her side. Looking at Ning Yi, her gaze was hard to describe as she sighed. Soon after, she took a step back and clasped her hands in front of her.
This poem was extremely prosperous, and described the prosperity of the Upper Yuan Dynasty with admirable strokes. Even if it was only half a poem, it was already an amazing poem. However, when it came to the last poem, it actually pulled out a meaning from the most prosperous depiction. The front part of the poem entered the world, and the back part was refined. When the two corresponded, the huge impact was indescribable. Among the people present, some were still trying to figure it out, and some understood, but only faintly sighed, and their gazes were complicated. This meaning was, after all, pointed at the current situation.
Of course, there were also a few people who paid attention to the movements of the people around them. For example, Xue Jin noticed that Qi Lan and the others had stood up at the first instance. What he said just now was directly turned into a joke by a poem. Of course, no one was in the mood to pay attention to him, but for a moment, he was a little resentful. After all, it was just him and Ning Yi who were confronting each other. After a moment, he could not help but say, "Then … then why did you tell the elders in your family that Shuidiao Getou was made by a Taoist?"
Ning Yi put down his brush, and in his heart, he calculated the time that the maidservant in green disappeared outside the window. He did not have any feelings for people like Xue Jin, and now that he heard him speak, he smiled and looked at him, "Brother Xue, where did you hear this from?"
Xue Jin was stunned. "Although it's hearsay, it's vivid and vivid. You … did you say it or not?"
Ning Yi looked at him for a few seconds, blinked, and smiled, "I did, but rumors stop at the wise. Brother Xue, you might have missed out on half a sentence."
As the two of them conversed, Xue Jin's tone was slightly higher, but Ning Yi spoke indifferently. His voice probably didn't travel as far as Li Pin's. However, when these words came out, Su Chonghua also widened his eyes. Clearly, he didn't expect Ning Yi to actually say this. Xue Jin's face was filled with astonishment. Before he could speak, Ning Yi cupped his hands towards the surroundings and said, "I indeed have important matters to attend to. I'm not deceiving you. I'll take my leave now. See you again."
This time, no one dared to stop him, and some even cupped their hands, saying, "Brother Ning, if you have something to do, please go quickly." Or "It's alright, it's alright."
On the other side, Xue Jin widened his eyes, "You …" As soon as he finished speaking, Ning Yi patted his shoulder, as if he wanted to say something. Li Pin, Wu Qihao, Puyang Yi, and the others all listened attentively. Two seconds later, "That day, that Taoist …" Ning Yi said, "… recited two songs."
He did not really lower his voice when he said this. After Ning Yi finished speaking in a serious manner, he nodded and turned to leave. Xue Jin's face suddenly turned red, and he was speechless. Xiaochan, who had been silently memorizing the poem behind the others, hurriedly followed him with a smile, and the two disappeared in the corridor one after the other.
The scene was quiet for a moment, and the others could not find many topics to talk about. Li Pin looked at the poem, and said with a smile, "With this poem, I'm afraid it will not be easy to write a Upper Yuan poem."
Puyang Yi nodded, flicked the rice paper, and sighed, "Good poem …" Then he passed it around with the others. On the other side, Qi Lan turned her head to look at the window where Ning Yi and Xiaochan disappeared, and sat down with some disappointment. After a while, she laughed again, and talked to the others as usual, to liven up the atmosphere. She waited for the poem to spread, and it was time for her to perform.
An hour later, the poem "Green Jade Case" spread all over Jiangning …
*****
Speaking of eating century eggs, bananas have been eating them directly since they were young. Dipping them in vinegar, soy sauce, or mixing them in various ways is not my cup of tea. I really can't eat them. Everyone I know seems to eat them the same way. Only if they are not salted well will they taste alkaline. But I can understand that everyone has different ways of eating them. What I can't understand is that it is impossible to eat them directly, or that eating them directly will kill you … There are all kinds of things in the world, and there are all kinds of ways to live, and there are all kinds of lives and happiness. It seems that eating a century egg when you were young was also quite happy.
It is the same with MSG. Some people can choose not to eat it, but there are people who eat it, and it seems that it is understandable, isn't it? Many shops still use MSG to make the taste. When I went back to the village during the Qingming Festival, the food there was always very fishy, but the people in my hometown thought it was delicious, and they got used to it. In ancient times, there were not as many seasonings as there are now. What would it be like? In the book review section, there are also people saying that in ancient times, someone became a royal chef with spoon worms, and that spoon worms are 90% MSG. Let's not discuss this matter further.
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