Upon hearing this, Su Jinyun nodded in agreement.

This was also her first time meeting Qimeng, and the first time she had ever seen a drinking game on a pleasure boat. She thought this must be an elegant game, which was truly novel and interesting.

Su Jinyun was in high spirits, listening to the sounds of the nearby cruise ships, her expression gentle and serene.

It's as if you're immersed in this unique atmosphere, enjoying this special kind of liveliness and novelty.

At this time, a good-for-nothing playboy who spent his days eating, drinking, having fun, and causing trouble in the streets and alleys of the capital was found.

He shouted in his hoarse voice, "I really don't understand. What exactly are the rules of poetry? I hope someone can explain them to me in detail."

The sudden and jarring sound instantly drew the attention of everyone around, like a boulder thrown into a calm lake.

In fact, he was not the only one with doubts. Among this group, only a very small minority could be well-versed in poetry and literature and proficient in the rules of prosody.

Most people only have a superficial understanding, or even just a half-baked knowledge.

They were simply too embarrassed to ask in public, feeling that it would make them seem ignorant.

Those who had some knowledge of the poem did not offer any explanation at this moment, but instead immersed themselves in deep thought and contemplation of the verses.

He was determined to win the competition and earn the chance to spend time alone with the beautiful girl.

Moreover, if one can compose an excellent poem today, not only will one win the heart of a beautiful woman, but one might also gain widespread fame.

To distinguish oneself in the capital and gain a reputation as a talented scholar could lead to entry into the social circles of high-ranking officials and nobles, and perhaps even a meteoric rise to power.

Upon hearing the call, the madam of Linglong Pavilion smiled broadly and stepped forward gracefully, her figure swaying with captivating charm.

She said gently, "It was I who failed to consider things thoroughly."

If the first line of a poem begins with an oblique tone and does not rhyme, the metrical pattern is 'oblique oblique level level level oblique oblique, level level oblique oblique oblique level level'.

The pattern is: level-level-oblique-oblique-level-level-oblique, oblique-oblique-level-level-oblique-oblique-level.

仄仄平平平仄仄，平平仄仄仄平平.

The pattern is: level-level-oblique-oblique-level-level-oblique, oblique-oblique-level-level-oblique-oblique-level.

If the first line does not rhyme, the metrical pattern is '平平仄仄平平仄，仄仄平平仄仄平'.

仄仄平平平仄仄，平平仄仄仄平平.

The pattern is: level-level-oblique-oblique-level-level-oblique, oblique-oblique-level-level-oblique-oblique-level.

仄仄平平平仄仄，平平仄仄仄平平'.

As for the rhyme scheme, it simply needs to be selected according to the Pingshui rhyme group.

No sooner had the madam finished speaking than a quick-witted person recited a poem.

This man was a young scholar dressed in a blue robe. He tilted his head slightly, his eyes revealing confidence and pride.

He recited aloud: "The lake glistens in the clear sky, the mountains are verdant and hidden in the mist..."

With this person taking the lead, the others were not to be outdone, and they all eagerly recited the verses they had painstakingly come up with.

For a time, the lake was bustling with activity, and the sound of reciting poems rose and fell, never ceasing.

Qin Qianluo sat quietly on the boat beside her, listening attentively to the poems and nodding slightly.

He secretly marveled at how talented the Tianxuan Kingdom truly was, with a remarkable number of gifted individuals.

A faint smile graced her beautiful face, as if she had blended into a harmonious humanistic painting amidst the spring scenery of the lake and mountains.

Su Jinyun was also standing to the side, quietly memorizing the faces and verses of several people who had composed excellent lines.

Thinking to himself, he could keep an eye on these people in the future. Perhaps when the imperial examinations came around, he could recruit a group of pillars of the court, which would make the trip worthwhile.

Her eyes revealed a shrewdness and wisdom, as if she could already see these talented men displaying their abilities in the imperial court.

On the painted boat, Qi Meng's expression was slightly complicated, with a hint of doubt in her eyes.

She had assumed that Qin Qianluo would definitely participate in the poetry competition, but to her surprise, she made no move. Could it be that the information she had received earlier was incorrect?

Could it be that Qin Qianluo doesn't enjoy composing poems, or that she has already seen through his intentions?

Qi Meng pondered this to herself, but quickly dismissed the latter possibility.

After all, he had never shown himself in front of her, so she shouldn't be wary of him.

Judging from this, her not participating at this time must be because she thought that the Linglong Pavilion was only open to men.

It seems I need to think of another way. If I directly ask her to compose a poem now, my purpose might be too obvious and easily arouse her suspicion.

"Never mind, I'll explain after everyone's on the pleasure boat," Qi Meng thought, raising her eyes to look at the madam.

The madam understood immediately, stepped forward again, gave a slight curtsy, and said loudly, "It is truly my great honor to see His Highness Prince Jinrui Zhao's face today."

Your Highness's exceptional talent is renowned throughout the capital, and I admire you greatly.

Now, with such a beautiful scene before us, the lake and mountains reflect each other, creating a natural painting.

Such a beautiful scene would be a real shame without Your Highness's exquisite verses to complement it.

This humble servant dares to request Your Highness to bestow upon a seven-character regulated poem, so that we may have the honor of appreciating Your Highness's outstanding literary talent and feast our eyes on it.

"Your Highness, please just treat this as a casual pastime and do me this favor, okay?"

Qin Qianluo was holding a teacup, about to take a sip, when she paused. The delicate teacup wobbled slightly in her hand, almost spilling the tea.

She raised her eyebrows slightly, thinking to herself: Could it really be aimed at me?

She looked up and saw that Qimeng was also looking at her expectantly, her eyes seeming to hold a thousand unspoken words.

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