Chapter 268 Wei Shuyu was lifted up
Writing about women?
I don't know anything!
Wei Shuyu was at a loss...
If the theme is the moon, we still have some in our pockets.
Prelude to Water Melody: When Will the Moon Be Clear and Bright?
Do you?
With this word, who can rival it?
Wei Shuyu was even planning to use it to show off...
But what the hell is a woman?
Even if the theme is women's poetry, I can at least say a few words about it.
Does the cloud yearn for her clothes, and the flower for her face?
A smile that could launch a thousand ships?
Isn't that amazing?
Even if we don't remember everything, we can still fill in the gaps, right?
But the words...
There seems to be a song or something like that?
How much sorrow can one have? It's like a river of spring water flowing eastward.
What else was there?
Wei Shuyu scratched his head, unable to put pen to paper for a long time.
On the side.
Wu Qiqi was unhappy.
snort!
Wei Shuyu hasn't written any poems for me yet, but I've written some for you guys first!
He stomped his foot in anger.
Unfortunately, he stepped on Yuan Tiangang's instep.
"Ouch."
Yuan Tiangang snapped out of his daze: "Hey apprentice, why are you stepping on me?"
"Who's your apprentice?" Wu Qiqi grumbled in dissatisfaction.
"Didn't you admit it yourself?"
Yuan Tiangang was speechless: "As the saying goes, 'A teacher for a day is a father for life.'"
"Before even a day had passed, our relationship was over."
"..."
Yuan Tiangang became withdrawn.
This Wu Qiqi might be awesome in the future.
Can't afford to mess with them, can't afford to mess with them...
Just turned around...
He saw the three guys staring intently at him.
"Why are you staring at me like that?" Yuan Tiangang felt uneasy under their gaze.
"Master Yuan, could you tell my fortune?"
"I want one too."
"Let me see it too..."
Are you dreaming?
Yuan Tiangang touched the swelling on his face.
"Forget it, this Taoist priest is incompetent."
"That's right, anyway, our older brother has already shown it to us."
"That's right, that's right!"
Um?
These words immediately caught Yuan Tiangang's attention.
Wei Shuyu has read it...
Can this humble Taoist priest verify just how big the gap is between himself and Wei Shuyu?
"Don't go... I'll show you!"
Upon hearing this, the three immediately ran to stand in front of Yuan Tiangang in a row.
Yuan Tiangang first focused his attention on Cui Shenji, then examined his bones and physiognomy... spending a long time on it.
"Hey, do you even know how to do it?"
"A big pot is fine at first glance, why do you need to do it yourself?"
Choi Shin-ki slapped Yuan Tian-gang's hand away while cursing.
"Cough cough..."
Yuan Tiangang withdrew his hand, pondered for a moment, and said, "Not bad, he has the potential to be a prime minister, but his future is limited."
"What do you mean?"
"It's possible you won't even last a month as prime minister!"
Thump.
Choi Shin-ki stepped on Yuan Tiangang's instep.
"Why did you step on me?" Yuan Tiangang winced in pain.
"A charlatan!"
Choi Shin-ki ran away.
"Haha, so Godbase is just a January prime minister!"
Fang Yi'ai burst into laughter, then said to Yuan Tiangang, "Take a look at me..."
Yuan Tiangang didn't want to watch.
But when he saw Fang Yi'ai pull out the imperial sack, he immediately cowered.
Soon, Yuan Tiangang's expression turned strange.
"What did Wei Shuyu say about you?" Yuan Tiangang couldn't help but ask.
"My older brother said I'll live on the grasslands in the future, where I'll never have to worry about cattle or horses!"
Grasslands? Cattle and horses?
What the hell is this?
Could it be that I miscalculated?
Seeing Yuan Tiangang in a daze, Fang Yi'ai urged him on.
"Hey, you still haven't told me what you figured out?"
"I advise you not to marry the princess."
What?
Why won't you let me marry the princess?
Thump.
Fang Yi'ai also stepped on it.
"A charlatan!"
Then he ran away.
"..."
Yuan Tiangang lifted his right foot and rubbed it.
They were stepped on three times.
Unconsciously, their gazes turned to Qin Shandao...
"you……"
Before he could finish speaking, Qin Shandao blurted out, "A charlatan!"
Brother Jiji and Brother Aiai have both called you a charlatan, so why would I need to have my fortune told?
Lift your foot...
Yuan Tiangang took a look.
Why?
My right foot is off the ground, you can't step on it now, right?
Thump.
Qin Shandao stepped on his left foot.
Yuan Tiangang cried out in pain and fell to the ground with a thud.
"Idiot."
Leaving behind a single sentence, Qin Shandao scurried away...
"..."
Yuan Tiangang sat on the ground, questioning the meaning of life.
I am Master Yuan...
Wei Ting and Wang Gui both revered them as deities!
Time slips away quietly...
While everyone was composing lyrics, Wan Hua Ge had already started warming up the atmosphere.
The talented women of Wanhua Pavilion took turns composing poems.
Then it was time for the talented men to show off.
However……
No talented individuals stepped forward in this round.
"Since no one is stepping forward, let's proceed with the duel between Young Master Wei and Young Master Changsun!"
The madam looked regretful.
The fact that no talented scholar wrote a eulogy for the women of Wanhua Pavilion is a major stain on their reputation.
We can only rely on Wei Shuyu now...
"Young masters, which one would like to go first?"
The madam inquired according to procedure.
"Wei Shuyu, I went first in the poetry contest, now it's your turn," Changsun Chong shouted.
"First come, first served, you go first," Wei Shuyu shamelessly refused.
Anyway, I can't write lyrics for women, so you write them first.
"Nonsense!"
Changsun Chong rebuked, "It's only fair if each person gets one turn!"
"Fair my ass."
Wei Shuyu rebuked, "You are several years older than me, why don't you talk about whether the age difference is fair or not?"
"I've already gone through once, now it's your turn."
The two started exchanging barbs.
Everyone was stunned.
It seems you two are both completely ignorant.
"If you're not going to cause trouble, then forget it."
Wei Shuyu said nonchalantly, "Anyway, I won the poetry contest, so I'm already in an unbeatable position!"
“After three rounds of competition, with one win, one draw, and one loss, you still cannot defeat me and therefore cannot marry the princess.”
What?
Changsun Chong was stunned.
It seems that's really the case.
He immediately started scratching his head in frustration.
"How about it?"
Wei Shuyu chuckled and teased, "If you can't figure it out, don't waste your brain cells. It's not the first time you've lost to me anyway."
Changsun Chong's cheeks turned bright red.
Unlike poetry, which can be accomplished in just a few words, lyrics are not like poems.
It should generally be written according to a specific format...
The rhyme and format of each word are extremely strict.
As for Wei Shuyu's previous work, "Qinyuanchun Snow," the early stages were perfect...
The second half has some flaws because it was revised.
However, this very flaw has actually attracted a lot of attention.
Firstly, the format of the ci poem "Qinyuanchun" had not yet been established; Wei Shuyu was the first to create it.
Secondly, the words about snow are very evocative.
Thirdly, Wei Shuyu was still young, so it's understandable that he had some flaws.
Considering the above points, the great talents and officials of the Tang Dynasty did not feel any resentment.
Instead, they want to improve it!
Once the changes are perfected, they can take the opportunity to leave their mark in history.
Just as Changsun Chong was getting desperate, someone whispered a few words in his ear...
Changsun Chong's eyes lit up immediately!
“Wei Shuyu, considering your youth, I'll go first…”
Changsun Chong held his head high, surprisingly displaying a confident demeanor.
"Listen carefully, the title of this poem is 'Shuidiao Getou'."
Prelude to Water Melody?
You idiot, are you also a time traveler?
"The lyrics and melody of 'Shuidiao Getou' originated from the 'Shuidiao' melody, a piece of music composed by Yang Guang when he was building the Grand Canal."
Wu Qiqi offered a few explanations from the side.
“Oh, it was Yang Guang who did it…” Wei Shuyu nodded.
"now……"
Changsun Wuji spoke.
One breath, two breaths, ten breaths passed, and it was still just one word.
"Jangsun, you trash, are you mute? Keep spitting it out!" Choi Shin-ki couldn't help but urge him on.
"Sorry, I've already said everything."
Changsun Chong laughed shamelessly, "Next it's Wei Shuyu's turn. If he can't write a better poem than me, then I win."
What the heck?
Your word is only one word?
Everyone quickly realized what was happening...
Regardless of how many words were in it, Changsun Chong wrote it.
He even wrote lyrics for a pile of shit.
Conversely, if Wei Shuyu didn't act, he would lose...
"Wei Shuyu, why aren't you saying anything?"
Changsun Chong laughed wildly: "You're right, anyway, this isn't the first time I've lost to you."
"I can't come up with any good words either!"
"But I dare to admit it, do you?"
Changsun Chong's move effectively put Wei Shuyu in a difficult position.
We cannot act recklessly.
If he were to write something carelessly, people would question his previous work, "Qinyuanchun: Snow".
You can't act like a scoundrel.
If, like Changsun Chong, one only utters a few words, "Quiet Night Thoughts" would not be included in a children's primer poetry collection. Inclusion in a children's primer poetry collection requires a high level of reputation and talent from the author.
There's only one way: admit defeat!
It's understandable that you can't come up with lyrics in a short time.
But if you make Wei Shuyu admit defeat to Changsun Chong, look at those three...
"The big pot is mighty."
"Big brother is so domineering."
"Big pot is awesome."
"Big brother is so cool."
So, the question is, in this situation, can we admit defeat?
Once they admit defeat, how will those three ever be able to hold their heads up again?
so……
What other words are there for describing women?
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