Fanlou is still noisy and full of life.
The poetry plaques hanging high in the courtyard are all filled with the writings of literati and poets, but only one side is still empty, waiting for those who come.
Just under the stage, the dispute between Zhang Yue and He Qijian attracted a group of onlookers, including scholars and singing girls from Fanlou.
Seeing Zhang Yue's calm look, He Qi was a little worried at first, but when he saw the maidservant's nervous look, he felt relieved.
Now seeing Zhang Yue comforting him, he said that he really would not die without seeing the Yellow River.
At this time, Han Zhongyan saw the maid next to Zhang Yue and had already guessed the cause of the incident. Although he usually likes to embarrass others, he was very clear about it at this time: "Qi Lang, how could you do this? , since this maid doesn’t want you to read it, that’s all.”
Huang Lu on the side also said: "He Qi, this is our Zhai's business. You, a side Zhai, can't do this."
He Qi was filled with hatred when he saw Han Zhongyan standing up for Zhang Yue.
He dared to offend Zhang Yue, but he did not dare to offend Han Zhongyan. Just then Zhang Yue said: "Brother Han, Brother Huang, it's okay. Brother He, if he likes to read it, let him read it."
court death!
When He Qi saw Zhang Yue opening his mouth and seeing that everyone was trying to defend Zhang Yue, he immediately opened the scroll and glanced at it and said: "Sanlang is He's friend. I can't hide it for him if he has good poems. Sapphire Case, New Year’s Eve.”
Han Zhongyan and Huang Lu wanted to stop it but heard He Qi read out "Qingyu Case". This was really the name of the word brand, so they didn't say anything.
"The Sapphire Case?"
He Qi sneered in his heart, the name of this poem was taken from the poem "Four Sorrows" by Zhang Heng of the Eastern Han Dynasty, "The beauty gave me a beautiful piece, how can I repay the sapphire case".
He actually wrote obscene poems using the title of his poetry brand, The Sapphire Case?
The dexterous singing girl on the side heard that it was the name of Qingyu's Ci brand, and she was already brewing the popular song in her heart.
"The east wind blows thousands of flowers and trees at night, and even blows them down, and the stars are like rain. BMWs and carved cars fill the road with fragrance. The sound of phoenix and flute moves, the light of jade pots spins, and fish and dragons dance all night."
Halfway through the reading, someone already said, "Bring a pen and paper, I'll copy it down."
Many scholars have already started writing notes.
As for He Qi's expression, the more he thought about it, the worse he got.
Everyone has seen the scenery on New Year's Eve, and it's all explained in this sentence.
A bystander said: "'The east wind blows flowers on thousands of trees at night', does it mean 'Suddenly a spring breeze comes overnight, and thousands of pear blossoms bloom on the trees'?"
The man asked, but no one paid any attention.
Someone else said: "Just now I was talking about the scenery of the New Year's Eve. No one has come up with Su Wenwei's song 'Fire trees and silver flowers are closing, the iron locks of the star bridge are opening', and the upper bridge of the sapphire case is no less impressive."
Another person said: "The first half is well written, but the tone is too high. If there are no good sentences to connect the second half, I'm afraid it will end at the end."
"Just listen..."
There is no doubt that this first half of the palace alone has stunned everyone present.
Everyone saw that He Qi's expression was very bad. Han Zhongyan looked at He Qi and then at Zhang Yue, knowing that someone had shot him in the foot.
Han Zhongyan walked to He Qi and said, "I will recite the second half..."
After hearing this, everyone thought that the second half of the sentence was about people.
Han Zhongyan paused for a moment after thinking about this: "...That person is there, in the dimly lit place. Pucheng Chapter Three."
As the last sentence fell, several people couldn't help but sigh deeply. There were still some comments in the first half, but in the second half no one said a word.
Zhang Yue walked to the maid's side and asked, "Did you remember it?"
The maid tried her best to say: "I read it too fast, I can't remember it completely."
Zhang Yue said: "Wait a minute."
When Zhang Yue turned around, he met everyone's eyes and saw something was different for a moment.
Zhang Yue walked to He Qi and said, "Thank you so much, Brother He. I wonder if you can return it to me?"
He Qi's expression froze, and he racked his brains and asked: "Who is that person in the dim light?"
Zhang Yue took it without answering.
Han Zhongyan patted He Qi on the shoulder and said: "If I were Brother He, I would take a quick look at it and then change it to my own name for my own use. In the future, Guan will be able to use the name of this poem "The Sapphire Case" for the rest of his life.
He Qi looked ugly. Who knew, I thought it was full of obscene words, but it turned out to be such wonderful words.
He Qiqiang smiled and said: "Yes."
Huang Lu then said to Fan Zuyu: "This means we don't fight stupid people, we don't fight smart people, we just fight people who don't have a good idea. What does Brother Fan think?"
Fan Zuyu said: "We have been classmates with Du Zhi in recent years. Have you ever seen him write such words?"
Huang Lu said: "What does Brother Fan mean?"
Fan Zuyu concentrated for a long time and then said: "This is something deeply hidden."
The maid asked Zhang Yue to pick up the words behind her and left.
When everyone saw this scene, they thought, Zhang Yuezhen had no intention of using this word to make himself famous.
Doesn't he know how far this word has come?
Looking back at dusk, that person is there. Who is that person in the dimly lit place?
A scholar on the side had already finished copying and said: "I'm going to sign it up right away. I wonder what the three names of Uucheng Zhang are?"
"Zhang Yue, Zhang Duzhi." A classmate of Zhang Yue added.
The words just spread.
Finally, someone said: "The artistic conception of this poem is all in this lower half."
However, several Tai students who were familiar with Zhang Yue's poems said: "We have also read Sanlang's poems, and they are just average in the Imperial College. However, this one is too high, sometimes high and sometimes low. It’s really hard to see through.”
Zhang Yue's poems were presented to the third floor in person.
This has been talked about for a long time.
A young man asked an old man for advice: "Mr. Mei, I wrote all the Yuanxi poems all night long. It is inevitable that the Yuanxi poems will feel repetitive and stale. No matter how much we write, I'm afraid it will be unnecessary."
The Mei Gong said with a smile: "After Lao Du wrote "Jiangnan Meets the Year of Li Gui", I thought there would be no more poetry in the world, but I didn't know that there would be talented people in Jiangshan Dynasty."
"look."
Mei Gongchao saw a thick stack of Yuanxi Ci poems on the table and said: "Although these Yuanxi Ci poems are already good products, if they can break the old and bring out the new, it's not impossible, but I'm afraid you and I won't be able to see them."
Everyone here is a veteran of the poetry world, but they all feel deeply.
One person said: "The articles and poems of our predecessors are vast and boundless. Although I dare not read them all, I am afraid that I have read almost all of the best works. I don't know how many people will catch up with the predecessors."
"For example, people like Li Taibai and Du Gongbu will probably not appear again in a thousand years."
The man called Mei Gong on the third floor is Mei Yaochen, and brothers Wu Anshi and Wu Anchi are also present. They are just spectators. They are not qualified to say a word in such an occasion.
Mei Yaochen said: "It's almost the last one. It's hard to choose the last song. I have to choose one of these three songs. But it's still the regret of filling in the numbers."
"It's difficult to deal with it now. It's OK to wait a little longer, but it's almost midnight. I'm afraid it will be a pity to have passed the New Year's Eve."
"That's right. I don't think there are any good works below. Mr. Mei, please make your judgment!"
Everyone looked towards Mei Yaochen to ask him to make the final decision.
Mei Yaochen read these three poems, and while he was meditating, someone suddenly rushed up and said: "Mei Gong, there is a good poem, a good poem!"
"Perhaps some talented person deliberately made the finale?"
"You might as well give it a listen."
"Read it!"
One person recited it on the spot, and everyone listened for a while, speechless for a while.
Finally, Mei Yaochen said: "Although this song is good, it is not as good as these three. Besides, Wang Kui has already won one. We might as well give other talents some opportunities."
Others laughed and said: "Mr. Mei is right. I also think that although the lyrics of this poem are good, it feels more repetitive than his previous one. How can anyone write two New Year's Eve poems in a row overnight?"
"Haha, but if you can get the words of Mei Gong, this boy will be great in the future."
"Mei Gong, here is another song."
Mei Yaochen glanced at it and said, "It's even worse."
"Mr. Mei, there is a sapphire case here."
Mei Yaochen said: "Remember for me."
The other party, who is also a veteran of the poetry world, casually unfolded the scroll and read: "Thousands of flowers bloom on the east wind night... Good words, who wrote this? Even more, the stars are falling like rain... Good, good, good! Look, Mr. Mei..."
Mei Yaochen had already turned around, and others were listening. This sentence sounded so majestic.
"BMWs are carving cars and paving the road. The phoenix flutes are playing, the jade pots are spinning, and fish and dragons are dancing all night. This first half of the bridge is really good! Mr. Mei!" The old man was a little excited.
Mei Yaochen said: "It's quite lively."
On the side, Wu Anchi said to Wu An's poem: "Mei Gong has several lines of praise in other poems, but why does this poem say so?"
Wu Anshi said: "Mei Gong has a very high vision. Maybe he is picky when it comes to his eyes. I wonder who did it?"
Wu Anchi said: "The first half of Quesu's Resurrection is nothing more than this."
"There is still the second half of the palace."
"The moth is a golden wisp of snow and willows. The laughter is filled with the fragrance... This is about a woman... People are looking for him thousands of times. Suddenly I look back... I look back at dusk, but that person is there, in the dim light."
As soon as the second half came out, everyone was speechless.
The first half is about the bustling New Year's Eve, and the second half is about a woman. After searching for so long among many women, I finally saw her in a sparsely lit place.
At this point in the poem, everyone no longer knows how to evaluate it.
One person asked: "Mr. Mei, in my opinion, who does that person refer to?"
Mei Yaochen pondered: "I can't say, but I think this beauty refers to the city of Bianjing. The upper half of the building is as prosperous as brocade, and the lower half looks like a woman looking at a lamp. In fact, looking at the image, it seems like A woman who has taken off her heavy makeup is just her true self in ordinary times."
After listening to Mei Yaochen's words, everyone was so impressed that they said: "Congratulations, Mr. Mei!"
Another person said: "I don't think it is necessarily Bianjing. As the saying goes, the meaning of words is the highest, and Qu Yuan used beauty to describe the king. The person in this poem may not refer to your majesty, or even to the world."
"Of course."
Another person said: "Maybe this person is really the person I like?"
Others laughed and said: "How can words with such lofty imagery be used to express the love between men and women? It's really trivial."
He smiled and said, "I can't even tell you what I said. I'm afraid I'll have to ask the author of this Qingyu case, and I'm afraid I won't find out."
One person asked: "Yes, after talking for so long, I still haven't said who did it?"
One person read the poem and said, "It's Pucheng Zhang Duzhi."
Wu Anshi, who was listening to the excitement on the side, and Wu Anchi's expression changed instantly when he heard the name.
