Soon, a dozen or so people went up one after another and wrote their own poems on the table. However, their standard was not as good as the arrogant scholar from before. Not only did they fail to gain fame, they even attracted the ridicule of others. With their faces covered in dirt, they left dejectedly.
None of the poems of these dozen people could be selected to be hung. They were all regarded as waste paper, directly crumpled and thrown into the wastebasket on the side.
About half an hour later, another person who looked like a foreign businessman wrote a poem about a beauty, which was quite artistic. Although it was not as good as the "Beauty Poem" written by the slovenly and arrogant man, it was also catchy, so it was selected and hung on the second floor.
That foreign businessman was overjoyed.
But the slovenly madman snorted coldly and directly said, "Associating with you is an insult to my, Song Qingfei's, Beauty Poem …"
The foreign businessman was suddenly stunned, and his face became embarrassed.
This was just a small episode.
After a while, more than 20 people's poems were eliminated.
Lin Qiushui, the chief disciple of Hanshan Academy, stood up, smiled slightly, came to the table with a proud look, picked up the pen, and began to write vigorously.
Many people's eyes fell on the table.
The literary reputation of the chief disciple of Hanshan Academy was quite powerful.
Lin Qiushui wrote on the paper, "The mountains surround the old city, and the rain beats Chang 'an lonely. The smoke weaves the old moon in the east, and the night passes the high wall. " After he finished writing, he smiled faintly. Without waiting for Madam Mulberry to speak, he walked straight to the table where he had been selected.
"Good poem."
"There are no female characters in the whole poem, but the girl's thoughts are vividly written on the paper. Senior Brother Lin's poetry skills have been perfect."
"Haha, once this poem is out, he will definitely be the champion tonight. It fits the occasion. "
There was a burst of praise around, and other disciples of Hanshan Academy played the role of flattery well and praised him.
Li Mu did not have a deep attainment in poetry, nor did he have a deep understanding of the history of Chang 'an City, but he could roughly see that this poem was indeed good, and the chief disciple of an academy did have some skills.
Sure enough, the result of the evaluation was this poem selected.
Lin Qiushui was full of pride.
At this moment, a sneer sounded. Liu Muyang, the chief disciple of Fengming Academy, stood up and said, "Just so-so." He strode to the table, picked up the brush and began to write. It was a poem with a completely different style. It said: In the silent night, the courtyard door was half closed, and beauties stood side by side in the Moon Pavilion. She wanted to talk about her own affairs, but her maid didn't dare to say anything.
As soon as the poem came out, the scholars of Fengming Academy cheered loudly, and their consciousness of flattering him was no less than that of the people of Hanshan Academy. Some people around were also praising him loudly.
This was a poem about a beauty in the moonlight. It was very picturesque. Different from Lin Qiushui's poem, which did not mention the word "woman" but wrote about the thoughts of a daughter, Liu Muyang's poem clearly described the lovesickness of a beauty standing under the moonlight and the shyness of saying her thoughts.
Two poems, two different styles.
After Liu Muyang finished writing, he looked at Lin Qiushui with a provocative smile and walked directly to his seat.
Sure enough, when the madams announced the result of the evaluation, this poem was also selected.
Later, dozens of people submitted their poems one after another, but their level was really not at the same level. Master Hua Xiangrong on the third floor did not even participate in the evaluation of the poems. It was several madams of the Holy House who made the evaluation and barely selected five poems, which were temporarily selected and hung on the wall.
That was because the poems of the arrogant scholar named Song Qingfei, Lin Qiushui, and Liu Muyang had raised the overall level of tonight's poetry, which could be said to be excellent. Even if those who came later performed beyond their level, it was difficult to satisfy the audience, especially Mama Mulberry of the Holy House, who were all beauties with a very good foundation of poetry and prose. Their comments on poetry were naturally very fair, so some people who still wanted to have a try did not dare to go up and make a fool of themselves.
In the end, there should have been ten poems selected to enter the final, but only nine were selected, and no one could be selected without a poem.
The scene was a little quiet.
"Young Master, why not compose a poem to show your talent?" Zheng Cunjian "instigated" Li Mu intentionally or unintentionally, saying, "With your talent, you will definitely win the first prize, and don't let those useless people be complacent."
He did not lower his voice when he said that.
Immediately, many people in the hall heard it, and turned their heads to look at it.
The madam who had been warned by Bai Xuan looked at Li Mu and walked over with a smile, saying, "Why don't you show your poem, Young Master?" She did that out of kindness. It was a kind reminder. With Bai Xuan's advice, even if Li Mu couldn't write any good poems, he could still be shortlisted and fill the last spot. That was a way to show respect to Li Mu in secret.
But the others did not think so.
The scholars of the Fengming Academy and the Hanshan Academy were the first to laugh and jeer.
"Since you're here, I'll give you a chance to compose a poem on the stage." Lin Qiushui gloated.
Liu Muyang also narrowed his eyes and said, "Yes, little guy, I'll give you a chance to show yourself. Haha, don't worry, even if your poem is bad, no one will laugh at you, because no one has expectations for you, haha!"
His words caused another roar of laughter.
Many people were waiting to see Li Mu's performance, and some people sympathized with him. Poor little guy, he was unlucky tonight to provoke the scholars of the two academies, and he was destined to be the joke tonight.
And the disciples of the Heaven Sword Martial Club who sat at the same table with Li Mu and Liu Muyang did not hide their gloating, slapping the table and laughing.
But Li Mu looked calm, nodded to the madam, and said, "Well, when there is no tiger in the mountain, the monkey is king … It's good to write a poem to suppress them."
He went straight to the table.
At this moment, the laughter from the crowd stopped.
Many people cast their eyes on Li Mu, for they did not expect that this poor boy really dared to compose a poem on the stage, and even dared to say such arrogant words.
Lin Qiushui and Liu Muyang were both stunned, and then snorted.
But Song Qingfei, the unkempt and arrogant scholar, was dismissive, for he could not stand others who were more arrogant than him.
Only Zheng Cunjian was curious about what kind of poem this time, which was regarded as a golden scale by Li Gang, the magistrate of the prefecture, would write.
Under the gaze of countless people, Li Mu picked up the brush and began to write.
On the earth, in primary school and junior high school, students were required to practice calligraphy. Li Mu had a good foundation in calligraphy, and he followed the old faker to perform religious rites everywhere, so many things needed to be written with a brush. Li Mu's regular script was very good, and he was once praised by the old faker. Although the characters in this world were not the same as those on the earth, they were generally similar, so after Li Mu adapted to it, his handwriting was quite good.
The first sentence he wrote on the paper was "There is a beauty in Chang 'an."
As soon as this sentence came out, there was a burst of laughter around. Lin Qiushui, Liu Muyang, and Song Qingfei also showed a contemptuous look. Such a shallow sentence almost like the vernacular could be written by ten scholars, which was really not elegant. Just with this level, it was really vulnerable.
The madam who suggested Li Mu to write a poem also showed disappointment on her face, and thought to herself, "I made a mistake. I shouldn't have made such a proposal, but let this young man come to the stage to embarrass himself."
However, when Li Mu wrote the second sentence, more than half of the laughter in the field immediately disappeared.
He wrote: "Peerless and independent."
This sentence seemed to have some kind of magical power. In an instant, it made the previous sentence full of meaning and flavor, giving people a feeling of boundless emptiness and richness. Especially the word "absolute" and the word "independent", it was the most exquisite.
Then Li Mu continued to write: "A glance can make a city fall …"
The expressions on the faces of Lin Qiushui, Liu Muyang, and Song Qingfei suddenly became dignified.
The better the literary talent, the more they could understand the charm of the three sentences that had been written.
At this time, all the laughter in the hall had disappeared.
Li Mu wrote the next sentence unhurriedly: "A glance can make a country fall …"
Then, the last sentence: "It is better not to know the beauty of a city fall than to know the beauty of a country fall."
After finishing the poem, Li Mu did not throw the writing brush to the ground as the others did. Instead, he gently put the writing brush on the brush holder, smiled at Madam Mulberry, who was already completely dumbfounded, and said, "Can this Beauty Poem be selected?"
"Ah? Oh, this … Yes, yes, come on, copy the poem quickly, let Miss Hua have a look. "The madam who invited Li Mu to write a poem on the stage before was immediately overjoyed.
She had already seen that this poem was definitely a famous poem that could be sung all over the world.
Immediately, a maid copied the poem and sent it to the third floor.
At this time, the poem had been spread throughout the hall.
"There is a beauty in Chang 'an, peerless and independent. A glance can make a city fall, another glance can make a country fall. It is better not to know the beauty of a city fall than to know the beauty of a country fall, because it is hard to know the beauty of a country fall."
This poem had a unique style, but the meaning contained within it was as pure as a fine wine. It could be said that the beauty of a beauty had been written to the extreme. How many people in the world could have a beauty that could cause the downfall of a city and a country? No matter which woman it was used to describe, it was enough to make that woman famous overnight.
This poem was not complicated and delicate, and the words were simple and straightforward, but it had a kind of touching power. It was definitely a famous poem that could be sung all over the world. There was no doubt that it would be spread in the whole Chang 'an City.
And the expressions on the faces of Liu Muyang, Lin Qiushui, and Song Qingfei had been completely stiff at this time. They could not imagine that this poor boy, who was ridiculed and despised by them, could really write a famous poem that could be sung all over the world and be passed down for hundreds of generations. This poem could definitely beat their works.
"Damn it, why did this happen?"
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