Zhao Lin said calmly, "It seems that you trust your brother's literary talent."
The three words "your brother" were emphasized, and Zhao Mingya sneered in her heart, is this a grudge?
Zhao Mingya said proudly, "Do you think the nickname of Master Chenhan Fenghua was blown by the wind?"
Zhao Lin sneered.
Yun Zhiyi suddenly spoke up, "How about the two Young Masters Zhao each write a poem and let everyone critique it? Whoever writes the best, I'll play a piece specifically for him."
This immediately aroused the interest of many people.
"Miss Yun, we want to join too." someone shouted.
Yun Zhiyi smiled and said, "Everyone can participate."
Soon, six people stood up, and with Zhao Lin and Zhao Chenhan, there were eight people in total.
Bai Shicheng was ready to make a move, but he was frightened by the blow and didn't dare to say a word.
Zhao Lin said: "You guys can compete, I'm not interested."
Zhao Mingya sneered, "Are you afraid of losing face?"
Zhao Lin was about to make a sarcastic remark when Yun Zhiyi said, "Mr. Zhao, for Qing'er's sake, how about writing another poem for her?"
Fu Liqing glared at Yun Zhiyi in embarrassment and anger. What do you mean by "for my sake"?
Zhao Lin changed his words as soon as they came to his lips; "Since Miss Yun has asked, why not write another one?"
Seeing that Zhao Lin agreed to write it, Fu Liqing breathed a sigh of relief.
I am not afraid that he writes poorly, but I am afraid that he is eccentric and does not fit in, and is excluded by others.
Everyone present has a close relationship with someone, and it would be beneficial for Zhao Lin to establish good relationships with them.
Immediately, the maids and servants of the flower boat brought paper and pen and spread them on the table. The seven people all took up their pens and thought hard, occasionally writing a word and then making corrections.
Only Zhao Lin sat at the table, drinking and eating slowly, not at all like those people who were frowning and thinking hard.
Zhao Mingya couldn't bear to see Zhao Lin like this, so she deliberately said, "Zhao Lin, you look so relaxed, it seems you've already done it. Why don't you read it out loud for everyone to hear?"
Fu Liqing was very unhappy.
How could Zhao Mingya be so uneducated that she actually called Zhao Lin by his name? No wonder daddy looked down on Zhao Chenhan. The education in the Zhenbei Marquis Mansion was indeed not good.
Zhao Lin said calmly, "I'm afraid if I tell them, they won't dare to do it anymore."
Bai Shicheng's face was gloomy, and he took note of Zhao Lin in his heart.
Zhao Mingya said disdainfully: "Isn't this better? It saves them from wasting time."
Yun Zhiyi smiled and said, "It takes time for the gentlemen to compose poems. If Young Master Zhao has already finished his poem, why not read it out to us first so we can enjoy it?"
"Well, since Miss Yun has spoken, it's their luck."
Zhao Lin pondered for a moment and said, "The sound of silk pipes in the Qingxuan Pavilion is heard day and night, half of it disappears into the river wind and half disappears into the clouds.
This song should only exist in heaven, how many times can it be heard in the world?"
After a pause, Zhao Lin said, "This poem is titled 'Presented to Yunqing'."
Everyone in the room was shocked.
No one spoke!
The pen in Zhao Chenhan's hand broke with a snap, staining the fine rice paper in front of him.
Zhao Mingya looked at Zhao Chenhan, but found that Zhao Chenhan had a ferocious face, gnashing his teeth, and looked like he wanted to eat someone.
Zhao Mingya silently held Zhao Chenhan's hand and took down the broken pen. Zhao Chenhan suddenly came to his senses and quickly looked around. Finding that no one was paying attention, he quickly crumpled the rice paper into a ball and stuffed it into his sleeve, giving Zhao Mingya a grateful smile.
“This, this…”
After a long time, someone exclaimed that he didn't even notice that the food in his chopsticks had fallen.
Only then did the silence break.
With a loud bang, the entire cabin was boiling.
"Good poem! Good poem!"
"This song should only exist in heaven, how often can we hear it on earth? It's wonderful!"
“It’s truly worthy of the name of a poetry genre!”
"Whatever kind of poetry, I've already become a talent. I think even poetic talent is fine."
Some people said.
Everyone who can come here is talented. Yun Zhiyi will not let anyone on board who only has a good family background but no talent.
They can all appreciate the poetic meaning of the poem "Presented to Yunqing".
If the previous poem "Xijiangyue" was just a coincidence, then this poem "Presented to Yun Qing" was tailor-made for Yun Zhiyi.
Qingxuan is the name of the flower boat, and the original name of Jinshui River is Jinshui River. Every line of poetry and every word were written by her.
If you don’t look at Yun Zhiyi, you will be stupid.
"This song should only exist in heaven, how many times can it be heard in the world?"
Yun Zhiyi recited it several times, and her beautiful eyes shone with light as she looked at Zhao Lin, so bright that even Fu Liqing beside her felt something was wrong.
"Today, I am honored to receive this poem from Mr. Zhao. I offer you a toast and thank you for the poem."
Yun Zhiyi picked up the wine jug next to him and poured a glass of wine for Zhao Lin himself.
Fu Liqing said in a complicated tone: "This is the first time Sister Yun has poured wine for someone."
Yun Zhiyi chose to sell her art but not her body. She has always been famous for her talent and never does these things to serve others.
But today she took the initiative to pour wine for Zhao Lin herself, obviously expressing her heartfelt gratitude for the poem Zhao Lin gave her.
Zhao Lin smiled slightly, took the wine and drank it in one gulp, saying, "As long as Miss Yun likes it."
Yun Zhiyi said loudly, "Young Master Zhao won this competition. Do you have any opinions?"
She didn't even want to wait for those people to finish writing.
"well!"
Zhao Chenhan pretended to be distraught, then stood up and bowed to Zhao Lin, saying, "Young Master Zhao is incredibly talented. I'm not as good as him, so there's no shame in that."
"Yes, it would be embarrassing to write any more."
Another participant gave a wry laugh, crumpled up the rice paper and threw it into the trash can beside him, saying, "But with these two poems by Mr. Zhao, it's worth the trip."
Of course they didn't dare to compete.
This poem, originally titled "Presented to Hua Qing", was written by the great poet Du Fu. What can they compare it with?
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