Chapter 269 Like a Dream

"Woman...woman..."

Wei Shuyu muttered to himself, as if he had vaguely grasped some key point!

What is it?

at the same time.

The madam was extremely anxious when she saw this.

If Wei Shuyu fails to produce the work, the reputation of Wanhua Pavilion will also be damaged.

He immediately spoke up in support...

"Gentlemen, it seems that Young Master Wei has already had an inspiration. Should we give him a little more time?"

"Someone come here..."

"Girls, let's start with a song and dance to liven things up!"

As soon as the madam finished speaking, a group of women rushed up from below the stage.

What's going on?

Changsun Chong roared angrily, "Didn't we agree on half an hour? He's already exceeded that time."

"Young Master Changsun..."

The madam replied through teary eyes, "This humble woman has not read many books and does not know that writing lyrics is more difficult than writing poetry. I hope Young Master Changsun will understand."

There's a saying that one can compose a poem in seven steps, but who has ever heard of composing lyrics in seven steps?

"..."

Changsun Chong harbored resentment.

Even favoritism isn't this extreme.

Don't think I don't know you used to be a courtesan. Nobody believes you're uneducated!

However, the madam ignored it all...

At Wan Hua Ge, our rules are the rules!

If Wei Shuyu fails to produce the work, our reputation will also be damaged...

They immediately summoned dancers to the stage.

The others did not stop them.

That's the truth.

Writing lyrics is a bit difficult, so giving it a little more time is perfectly reasonable.

Moreover, if you come to Wanhua Pavilion and don't watch women singing and dancing, are you going to watch Changsun Chong?

"Knock knock..."

As the guzheng, pipa, and other instruments began to play, everyone watched as the dancers began their graceful movements…

And the moment you hear the music.

Wei Shuyu seemed to have grasped something...

Then a song surged from my heart like a tsunami...

"Got it!"

Wei Shuyu shouted loudly.

woman!

So which woman is the most famous?

Li Qingzhao, the greatest female talent of all time!

There are lyrics about women!

It was even made into a TV series and covered as a song!

Coincidentally, it's very popular!

Coincidentally, Wei Shuyu could also sing!

"Wei Shuyu, have you finished making it?" Wu Qiqi asked.

"It's done!"

Wei Shuyu smiled.

"Don't praise women!"

Wu Qiqi pouted: "Praising a woman will get me scolded, and I won't be happy either."

Well……

Wei Shuyu was taken aback.

He quickly grinned and said, "Okay!"

"whee……"

Wu Qiqi immediately beamed with joy and took out a lollipop for Wei Shuyu: "Want some?"

"I won't eat."

"oh……"

In a good mood, Wu Qiqi handed it to Yuan Tiangang again: "Want some?"

No one would eat that!

What if what you gave me is poisonous?

But soon...

The three scoundrels shamelessly fawned over Wu Qiqi.

Wu Qiqi was in a good mood and gave one to each person...

Seeing the three scoundrels licking so enthusiastically, Yuan Tiangang couldn't help but swallow hard.

What is this?

Can they really eat that much?

He wanted to ask, but was too embarrassed to ask Wu Qiqi.

I immediately regretted it to death...

The song ended.

The musicians and dancers withdrew.

"Wei Shuyu, it's getting late, we can't delay any longer," Changsun Chong urged again.

Now, everyone else nodded in agreement.

If the Tang Dynasty didn't have a curfew, then it would be fine.

If there is a curfew, it must end as soon as possible.

"Then listen carefully!"

Wei Shuyu swiftly unfolded his folding fan and began to recite the poem…

Last night, the rain was sparse and the wind was strong; even a deep sleep could not dispel the lingering effects of the wine.

"I asked the person rolling up the curtain, but they said the crabapple blossoms were still the same."

Do you know? Do you know?

"It should be a scene of lush greenery and faded red blossoms..."

Wow!

Everyone was shocked!

First-person perspective...

Wei Shuyu doesn't praise women; instead, he describes them from a woman's first-person perspective!

It was as if a scene was unfolding before everyone's eyes.

Last night, the rain was sparse and the wind was strong.

I slept soundly all night, but I was still lingering from the alcohol.

So he asked the maid behind the curtain what the situation was like outside.

Do you know, do you know...

These two words, like the finishing touch on a painting, brought the entire poem to a climax...

At this time of year, the green leaves should be lush and the red flowers should be withered!

"wrong!"

Changsun Chong shook his head frantically: "You've gone off-topic! This poem doesn't describe a woman at all!"

Have we gone off-topic?

However, when faced with this question...

Everyone fell silent.

The moment they heard this poem, the image that appeared in their minds was of a woman waking up from a deep sleep.

"Who told you I went off-topic?"

Wei Shuyu countered with a question: "The madam's requirement is to write a poem for the women of Wan Hua Ge..."

"It didn't say we had to praise them!"

Um?

These words seemed to awaken everyone!

It seems there isn't that much restraint.

"Ah, right, right, right..."

The madam was incredibly excited!

These words were written by Wei Shuyu, and specifically for them...

The scene was vivid and lifelike.

That's incredible!

Especially the hazy, waking feeling after drinking...

This languid posture is perfect for their Wan Hua Ge!

Crabapple!

From today onwards, Wanhua Pavilion must be planted with crabapple blossoms!

"What do the three Grand Secretaries think?"

Ignoring the bouncing Changsun Chong, the madam looked at Yu Zhining and the other two.

"Incredibly wonderful."

Yu Zhining was the first to comment: "Forgive my ignorance, but I never imagined that poetry could be written from a woman's first-person perspective. It's simply amazing!"

"That's right."

Su Xu nodded: "This poem doesn't name any women throughout, it seems to express pity and tenderness for the flowers, but do those two know, do they know..."

"It perfectly captures the woman's distress!"

"The scene perfectly complements the emotions; with just a few words, the character's psychology is vividly portrayed..."

Gavinda sighed, "I just tried writing a poem myself, and it was all praise. The difference in content, meaning, and artistic conception is immediately apparent."

"I, an old man, am ashamed to admit my inferiority!"

Everyone was shocked by the comments from the three scholars.

They thought the poem was good.

I never expected it to be this amazing...

"I wonder what the title of this poem is?" Yu Zhining suddenly asked.

"Like a Dream"!

Wei Shuyu replied.

The title of the ci poem "Ru Meng Ling" originates from the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms period, specifically from Emperor Zhuangzong of the Later Tang Dynasty, Li Cunxu.

To the tune of "Like a Dream": Last night the rain was sparse and the wind was strong.

No one had ever heard of it.

However, the rhyme and format of this word are perfect.

They couldn't find a single flaw.

Most importantly...

Wei Shuyu did not praise the prostitute; instead, he immersed himself in the story from a first-person perspective.

No one can even get a chance to criticize Wei Shuyu...

"Changsun Chong, are you still composing your 'Shuidiao Getou'?" Gavinda asked.

The judgment is fair.

Wei Shuyu finished it, but Changsun Chong didn't.

They still need to ask.

What if... Changsun Chong does a better job than Wei Shuyu?

"..."

What a load of nonsense!

You're fucking ashamed of yourself.

Should I still act like this?

Changsun Chong became withdrawn and didn't want to talk.

Another day of defeat...

Private room!

Li Shimin stared wide-eyed.

"Xuancheng, do you have a curtain-roller in your household?" Li Shimin couldn't help but ask.

"No!"

"So what did he do?"

"possible……"

Wei Zheng glanced at Wang De and said, "Perhaps he's seen Chief Steward Wang so many times that this was a sudden inspiration."

Li Shimin glanced at Wang De.

You know what...

Whenever Li Shimin went out, Wang De was always the first to bow and open the door and roll up the curtain for him.

"Cough cough..."

Wang De coughed and said, "Minister Wei, you must tell Shuyu that this inspiration came from the Miscellaneous School."

"..."

You bastard.

You rebelled for a little fame, didn't you?

"You'll have to ask Uncle Yu about that, since I'm just guessing."

Wei Zheng squinted and chuckled.

A poem of quiet thoughts on a quiet night.

A poem titled "Like a Dream".

Another day of worldwide fame.

well.

This is so annoying, it means I can keep showing off for a long time to come...