"The flowers in the courtyard fall by themselves, and no one is around anymore."
"I wish to turn into a pair of flying swallows and follow you till dawn."
When everyone heard it, they realized that there was indeed another song, and this one was about a woman's longing for a man. It seemed that Xie Chen wanted to defeat Pei Yun from a different angle.
We are all men, so it is not difficult for him to write about a man's longing for a woman. But now he writes about a woman's longing for a man, and his writing is also very vivid, which makes him worthy of being a talented man.
Pei Yun saw Xie Chen glaring at him with red eyes and knew that the other party was getting anxious. To be honest, he didn't want to make things too awkward with the gentry.
But the other party's relentlessness made Pei Yun feel disgusted. If he lost, he lost. He couldn't afford to lose. He was writing about a woman's lovesickness. I'm not afraid of you.
Today I will take your ten thousand taels of silver.
The folding fan opened again with a swish, and the nobles' hearts jumped again. This trick again, is there any magic in this fan? Every time I open it, I feel that nothing good will happen.
But Pei Yun said in a clear voice: "The fragrance of the red lotus has faded, the jade mat is cold in autumn, I take off my silk dress and go on the orchid boat alone..."
Everyone held their breath again and instantly forgot the poem Xie Chen had just written.
"There is no way to get rid of this feeling. It has just left my brow, but it is still on my mind."
boom!
Xie Chen felt as if he was struck by lightning. He staggered and fell to the ground. Although he was a little crazy now, he could still tell the difference between good and bad poems.
Pei Yun is also written from a woman's perspective. Her emotions are even more delicate than his, and her lovesickness is many times stronger than his.
Lost! Completely lost!
He wanted to write more poems, but his mind was in turmoil at the moment, and writing two poems in such a short time was almost his limit, and he could not write any more.
He looked at Pei Yun waving a folding fan, and a huge shadow arose in his heart. From then on, this was a mountain that he could never cross.
Seeing this, Xie Zhaoyun sighed. Staying any longer would only make him a laughing stock, so he helped Xie Chen up and was about to leave.
Pei Yun hurriedly said, "My money."
Everyone was still immersed in the artistic conception of Li Qingzhao's poems, but when they heard Pei Yun shouting for money, their faces twitched and all the artistic conception disappeared.
It’s hard to imagine that someone who loves money so much can write such good poems.
These nobles have complicated expressions. Who is the real Pei Yun?
"I will have someone deliver it to the palace tomorrow. Your Majesty, we will take our leave now."
After Xie Zhaoyun replied, he took Xie Chen away.
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