Bai Xuan held a roll of white paper in her hand, walked up calmly, handed it to two soldiers of the Musical House, and hung it on the last floating seat of poetry.
The leader of the troupe began to chant loudly.
"The poem of watching Hua Xiangrong dance alone under the moon, the poem says …"
As soon as the name of the poem was announced, the crowd on Liufang Street suddenly burst into an uproar.
Lu Xue on the VIP seat couldn't help laughing.
In the No. 1 Heaven private room of the Moon-hugging House, the second prince's eyes flashed a trace of contempt, while Liu Chenglong, the manager of the Musical House next to him, also laughed.
"He actually copied the name of the poem?"
"Is this Li Mu's level?"
"This poem is almost the same as the title of the century-old poem written by the second prince for Lu Hongxiu, but" Lu Hongxiu "is replaced by" Hua Xiangrong ". At least in terms of the title, it has been completely inferior."
"How can we compete?"
The leader continued to read, "When will the moon be bright? I ask the sky with a cup of wine …"
"Huh?"
"This sentence is different from the poem of watching Lu Hongxiu dance alone under the moon."
"Moreover, it seems a little straightforward, but it is not bad?"
When many people heard this sentence, they had such a reaction at the first time.
"I don't know what year it is in the heavenly palace. I want to go back with the wind, but I'm afraid that it's too cold in the jade palace. I dance with the clear shadow, which is not like in the human world."
After the first half of the poem was finished, the leader paused.
His voice was already trembling slightly.
Because he had already faintly sensed that … the poem that came out of his mouth seemed to be a little good.
The hustle and bustle on Liufang Street completely disappeared at this time.
On the VIP seat, the smile on Lu Xue's face was gradually frozen.
On the main stage, Lu Hongxiu's beautiful face showed a kind of shocked and unbelievable look.
In the No. 1 Heaven private room on the second floor of the Moon-hugging House, the second prince's beautiful eyebrows wrinkled, and there was a fine layer of cold sweat on Liu Chenglong's forehead.
It was just the first half of the poem, but it had already revealed its weight.
A poem that surpassed the hundred years of poetry was on the verge of appearing.
This was because too many things had been outlined in those short words. They were majestic and ethereal. The image of a quiet and lonely fairy dancing alone under the moonlight had been outlined.
The moonlight shone on the main stage, making it look like a dream.
They heard the leader recite the second half of the poem in a voice that sounded like he was talking in his sleep.
"Turn to the vermillion pavilion, lower the beautiful house, illuminating the sleepless night. There should be no hatred, why should things lean towards the circle of parting? People have joys and sorrows, the moon waxes and wanes, this is something that is difficult to achieve since ancient times. I hope that people can last a long time, a thousand miles together. "
After singing, the troupe leader covered his mouth and did not make another sound.
He was afraid that any more noise would ruin the mood of the poem.
In front of the main stage, on the VIP seats, there were many dumbfounded figures. After a specific order and combination, words had the power to shock people. Obviously, this poem of watching Hua Xiangrong's Dance Under the Moon belonged to this category, and it was a fine work of this category.
A poem that could really be passed down for thousands of years had the power to shock people. Even people who did not understand poetry could feel its charm. Obviously, this poem of watching Hua Xiangrong's Dance Under the Moon contained such a poem.
A poem that would last for thousands of years.
A real poem that would last for thousands of years was born.
There was no need to comment too much, and there was no need to analyze some details in this poem. This was a poem that would last for thousands of years. Every sentence and every line of it had the power to directly hit people's hearts and penetrate their souls.
On the VIP seats, Lu Xue was out of her wits, as if she had become silly.
On the main stage, Lu Hongxiu, who was ready to be crowned the Top Beauty, also lost all her brilliance in an instant. With a shocked and desperate look, she fell from the high clouds to the dust. She had such an experience once before, when she was overwhelmed by Hua Xiangrong in the number of flower baskets. Now, she was experiencing it for the second time.
This time, it was worse than the first time.
"Humph." In the private room, the second prince snorted coldly with a livid face.
The windowsill in his hand was directly crushed into fine powder that drifted down.
Liu Chenglong on the side was stunned and did not know what to say. The shock in his heart was simply indescribable.
"Li Mu really wrote a poem that would last for thousands of years?"
"Did he really do it?"
Carefully pondering over the poem, he found that some of the sentences in it were simply wonderful. The first half of the poem described the scenery and expressed the feelings, while the second half of the poem combined the feelings and the scenery. When Hua Xiangrong danced alone under the moon, she was like a fairy that could only be seen but could not be reached, and it seemed that she would fly away with the wind at any time, but finally stayed in the human world.
This description was from the perspective of a magnificent immortal, which was several times better than the detailed rhetorical description of the second prince's poem of watching Lu Hongxiu's dance under the moon.
It was no exaggeration to say that these two poems, one was the peak poem of mortals, and the other was the poem of immortals.
No matter how brilliant the poems of mortals were, how could they compare with the poems of immortals?
The two were not at the same level at all.
Even if Liu Chenglong wanted to say something to save a little face for the second prince, he tried to speak several times in a row, but when the words came to the tip of his tongue, he could not say them at all.
He had nothing to say at all.
Moreover, the most important thing was that at this time, Liu Chenglong suddenly understood why the title of Li Mu's poem was almost the same as that of the second prince's poem of watching Lu Hongxiu's dance under the moon.
This was not plagiarism because Li Mu had exhausted his talent. It was clear that he wanted to use the same title to completely trample on the second prince. In the future, as long as the topic of watching Lu Hongxiu's dance under the moon was mentioned, people would first think of Li Mu's poem, and would not mention the second prince's poem — even if it was mentioned, it would be in a mocking tone.
"This Li Mu is really crazy and ruthless."
However, at this time and in this way, the second prince had no way to refute.
"Unless the second prince also wrote a poem that will last for thousands of years?"
However, this was absolutely impossible.
No matter how much Liu Chenglong admired the second prince for his proficiency in both the pen and the sword, he would not think that the second prince could do it.
The atmosphere in the private room was terribly depressing.
The Second Prince's devilishly handsome face was covered with frost, and the atmosphere in the room suddenly dropped. Layers of white frost began to spread along the wall that the Second Prince was holding. In the blink of an eye, the whole room was like an ice cave.
The Western Qin Empire was located in the northwest of the Divine Land. Even in Qin City, it was a bitterly cold place in winter. Although the Dragon-commanding Chop, the supreme unique skill of the royal family of the Western Qin Empire, could be developed invisibly, most of the royal disciples focused on visualizing wind, snow, and ice to cultivate the coldest qi. The natural qi of the second prince was of ice attribute.
Liu Chenglong was trembling with fear and did not dare to operate his martial arts to resist the cold.
However, in his heart, the content of the poem of watching Hua Xiangrong's dance under the moon still flashed through involuntarily.
"It's really … an extremely exquisite poem."
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…
Even Liu Chenglong was like this, how could those so-called celebrities on the VIP seats say anything to refute it?
"This poem should be the best tonight."
"Absolutely a poem that will last for thousands of years."
"Li Mu's poetic talent is unprecedented."
"Once this poem is published, Hua Xiangrong will be famous throughout the Western Qin Empire … No, throughout the Divine Land."
"The first beauty in the world is definitely Hua Xiangrong."
"No need to comment. Tonight, the Top Beauty is Hua Xiangrong."
Different voices with the same content came from everywhere.
Even those celebrities of the "judging panel" who received Liu Chenglong's hint could not lie through their teeth at this time, because the poem invited by Hua Xiangrong was a poem that would last for thousands of years. A poem that would last for thousands of years was enough to be praised all over the world and become famous on the continent. This was already unstoppable.
If at this time, they still dared to say that the poem "Watching Hua Xiangrong Dance Alone Under the Moon" was not as good as the poem invited by Lu Hongxiu, then in the next thousand years, whenever people mentioned this poem, the names of these so-called celebrities would be brought out to be whipped, ridiculed, humiliated, and blamed. They and their families would be nailed to the pillar of shame because of this, and they would become the stepping stones, footnotes, and decorations of this poem on the legendary road.
They dared not to take this risk.
Because scholars attached great importance to fame, even if it was a false reputation, for them, it was extremely important.
Once they lost their fame or their fame became bad, then they would not be able to survive in this world.
"This poem should be the best, no doubt a poem that will last for thousands of years." Tie Zhan, the dean of the Hanshan Academy, had to pinch his nose and admit it, with a bitter and unwilling face.
"Hua Xiangrong is the best."
"No need to compete. Once this poem is published, the dust is settled."
The celebrities on the VIP seats spoke one after another and made their judgment.
If they did not want to lose their reputation for a thousand years, then they had to admit it. Even if they offended Liu Chenglong of the Musical House because of this, they had no choice.
Sang Luxue, the mother of the Yi Cui House, looked like an old sow that had been cut, which was as wonderful as it could be. The previous arrogance disappeared, and the corner of her mouth was twitching, but she could not say a word for a long time.
Lu Hongxiu, who was brilliant before, at this time, like a defeated hen, also lowered her head, and carefully hid all the unwillingness, jealousy, and anger on her face. In her heart, there was a strong sense of powerlessness. There was no way, because the person standing behind Hua Xiangrong was called Li Mu, who was excellent in both poetry and martial arts. Who could compete with him?
Beside her, Si Yuhua of the Soft Jade House, Xue Rui of Fufeng, and other famous prostitutes were also indescribably envious and jealous.
Why? Why could Hua Xiangrong win Li Mu's favor?
Without Li Mu, Hua Xiangrong would definitely be trampled into the dust tonight, and she would not be famous again.
Therefore, it was actually Li Mu who decided everything.
All the famous prostitutes could not help but have a sense of hidden bitterness in their hearts.
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