Chapter 41 Mid-Autumn Festival and Fox Demon (Part 2)
The room fell into silence.
Although it is not the Mid-Autumn Festival poem that everyone expected, this topic is not difficult to write.
Of course, whether it is good to write or not is the business of scholars. As for those young masters, they just need to wait for their followers to present poems to them.
If you do well, you will definitely be rewarded handsomely. If you do not do well, you will be beaten at best, or even have your head chopped off at worst.
It's that simple.
A group of scholars and guests looked at the willow poem in front of them, which seemed a little sleepy but had a kind of lazy and charming feeling. Suddenly, their inspiration flowed like a stream, and all kinds of words of praise jumped into their minds, just waiting for them to arrange and combine.
Soon, someone finished a poem.
He was seen leaning over and whispering a few words in his master's ear. He must have been reciting a poem he had just composed so that his master could win first place.
But Mr. He, who ran a money shop, frowned and hesitated after listening, as if he was unable to memorize it.
After repeating this several times, he simply became too lazy to recite it anymore. With a glance, the servant immediately understood and said loudly: "Miss Liu Shi, my son has composed a poem and asked me to recite it to you."
"Thank you, Master He. I am listening."
Of course Yang Liushi would not expose it. She looked at Mr. He with a smile, as if the poem was really written by him.
The doorman's voice rang out clearly in the house.
"There is no more beautiful thing in the world,"
"A beautiful woman is pleasing to the eye."
"A stunning beauty,"
"It shocked the world."
The five-character quatrain, with a total of twenty words, was recited quickly.
Some people's eyes lit up, but most people just curled their lips.
A beauty unrivaled in the ages, a pleasing beauty, a stunning beauty, and a stunning goddess.
This poem is composed by adding one word to each of four idioms. It can be seen as a clever idea or as a trick.
What’s more important is that the second and fourth sentences end with the same word, which strictly speaking does not conform to the rules.
So overall it can only be considered as lower-middle level.
Yang Liushi smiled and praised the poem for a few words before stopping talking. It was obvious that he was not very satisfied with the poem.
Mr. He's face turned ugly in an instant, while the others became more confident, and soon a second person stepped forward to offer a poem.
"Miss Liu Shi, how about listening to my young master's song again?"
"Listen, slave."
“…”
One poem after another, soon there were more than ten poems.
Although the subsequent poems are better than the first one, they can only be considered so-so.
Although it is a new poem, it has no new ideas and is just a few words repeated over and over again.
Wei Changtian was almost falling asleep while listening, but Liu Zongliang suddenly stood up at this moment.
Because he was a member of the Liu family, everyone fell silent as soon as he stood up.
Liu Zongliang was not like the others who would start with politeness. He shook his sleeves and then recited loudly: "The lotus is not as good as the beauty's makeup."
"The wind from the water palace brings the fragrance of pearls and jade."
"Who will share the autumn fan with tears in his eyes?"
"The bright moon hangs in the sky, waiting for the king."
“…”
The room was silent for a few seconds, and then someone slapped the table and praised with a red face: "Good poem!!"
After he shouted, others also reacted and cheered at the same time.
Most of the young masters wanted to curry favor with Liu Zongliang, while the literati truly thought the poem was good.
The first two sentences use lotus, pearls and jade to describe the beauty's appearance. Although the idea is ordinary, the writing style is natural and not at all artificial.
The next two sentences directly raise the level of the entire poem to several levels.
Who is crying and covering her autumn fan, waiting for the king with the bright moon hanging in the sky?
Comparing people to the bright moon waiting for the king implies that even the emperor or a prince would be impressed by Yang Liushi's poems... This is undoubtedly a great honor for a brothel girl.
If this poem was not prepared in advance, it can only mean one thing:
The poet's talent is extraordinary.
Liu Zongliang was very pleased to hear everyone's praises, and at the same time looked at Yang Liushi with a little pride.
"Mr. Liu..."
Yang Liushi was stunned for a moment, then smiled charmingly: "It seems that I am yours tonight."
There was a commotion in the audience, but no one had any objections.
Although it is said that there is no best in literature, that is only true when the articles and poems are almost the same.
Today, Liu Zongliang's poems are obviously several levels higher than others, so naturally no one would jump out to humiliate themselves.
Liu Zongliang was also ecstatic when he heard this, but then he heard Yang Liushi continue to say: "But I don't know which guest in your mansion wrote this poem. I beg you to tell me..."
The tone was still soft and gentle, but Liu Zongliang's face suddenly changed from white to red, and from red to blue. He was completely caught in a dilemma.
If he said that he wrote the poem, not only would no one believe him, but he would also appear to be a hypocrite.
But if I admit that I didn't do it, it would be too embarrassing...
After thinking for a long time, Liu Zongliang finally pointed to a young man standing in the crowd and forced a smile.
"Miss Liu Shi, this person wrote it."
"oh?"
Yang Liushi turned her head and looked at him, her eyes full of tenderness and spring: "I wonder what this gentleman's name is? How can he have such a talent for poetry?"
"You are too kind, girl."
The young man stepped out of the crowd and said calmly, "I am just a guest of Liu Mansion."
"Sir, you're not willing to tell me your name?" Yang Liushi said in a sad voice.
"this……"
The young man glanced at Liu Zongliang, whose face was livid. He could not resist the temptation of the beauty after all. He answered with a bit of pride: "My name is Qin Yu, and I learned from Su Wu!"
“Wow!”
Everyone was in an uproar.
Who is Su Wu? The poet saint!
So this plain-looking young man in front of him was actually a disciple of the poet? No wonder he had such poetic talent! Amid the clamor, Yang Liushi showed a hint of surprise for the first time, and the look in his eyes when he looked at Qin Yu seemed to soften a little.
Liu Zongliang felt something was wrong, fearing that if things continued like this, Yang Liushi would change her mind and sleep with Qin Yu, so he hurriedly asked loudly: "Do you have any more poems to take out?"
“…”
The noise stopped and no one spoke.
Although half of the people had not yet recited their poems, everyone knew that since there was such a good example before, it would be a shame to recite poems now.
"Well, since there is no ..."
Liu Zongliang could no longer wait, and after waiting for a few moments, he was ready to take over and announce the end of the tea party.
But at this moment, Wei Changtian, who had remained silent from beginning to end, finally spoke.
"Why are you in such a hurry? Are you rushing to be reborn?"
"you!"
Liu Zongliang looked over with great anger. If he hadn't known that he couldn't beat Wei Changtian, he would have rushed over and fought to the death.
He stared without saying anything. Others did not dare to interfere in the feud between the Liu and Wei families. At this time, only Yang Liushi could come out to smooth things over.
"Master Wei, do you have any poems?"
"yes."
"But I didn't see you bringing any guests here..."
Yang Liushi glanced at Wang Er, who was obviously a warrior, and asked with a smile, "Then this poem must have been written by you, young master?"
"yes."
Wei Changtian was very frugal with his words, and Liu Zongliang finally found an opportunity to quickly mock him, "Hahahaha, today I finally understand what it means to be ignorant of the immensity of the world and the depths of the well..."
"If you say another word, believe it or not, I will let you walk out of here lying down?" Wei Changtian interrupted coldly.
“…”
It was as if there was a piece of phlegm stuck in his throat. Liu Zongliang's face turned red for an instant, but he didn't dare to say anything in the end.
Wei Changtian ignored him and glanced at everyone in the room before slowly standing up.
He picked up the wine jug, tilted his head back and took a big gulp of wine, looking straight at Yang Liushi.
"Listen carefully, this is poetry."
Beauty, enemies, onlookers...
After traveling through time for so long, I have finally waited for this moment!
Li Bai! Since so many people have used your poems, I'll borrow them today to use as well! "Gulp~Gulp~"
A sip of wine, a line of poetry.
After four sips of wine, the poem is completed.
The silver pot fell to the ground with a crisp "clang" sound.
In addition, you can hear a pin drop on and off the stage.
Everyone stared at Wei Changtian in amazement, their minds empty except for the twenty-eight words that were enough to make Yang Liu's poem famous from then on.
"The clouds are like clothes, the flowers are like faces,"
"The spring breeze blows the flowers on the threshold."
"If we hadn't met on the top of the Qunyu Mountain,"
"We will meet under the moon on Yaotai..."
“Plop!”
A figure staggered and fell to the ground. It was the disciple of the great poet, Qin Yu.
He murmured the four lines of poetry several times in disbelief, and finally summed them up in one sentence.
"I can't do that..."
(End of this chapter)
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