"The poem written by Ding Zuo is entitled Spring Breeze." Li Han paused, then smiled and said: "The winning poem is as follows: Ping Ping curls up for more than thirteen years, and the cardamom leaves are in early February. The spring breeze is ten miles away from Yangzhou Road, and the bead curtains are rolled up. Not as good as that.”
After finishing reading, he looked at the talented people in Table Ding. However, what surprised him was that the talented people in Table Ding had the same reaction as Table Xin. Everyone looked at each other and then shook their heads slightly. Obviously the author was not among them.
Li Han looked at the talented man at Table Ding suspiciously again, and then a timid voice shouted: "Master Li."
Li Han looked around and saw Zhuyu looking at him hesitantly.
"What's up?"
Zhuyu seemed to dare not make eye contact with him, lowered her head and said, "Back to Mr. Li, this poem was also written by Mr. Su."
"What did you say?" Li Han seemed to have heard the most ridiculous thing in the world. His face no longer looked free and easy, and he looked at Zhuyu blankly.
Not only Li Han, but also Sun Chengyi, Xie Ning'an and all the talented people seemed to be petrified. Everyone looked at Zhuyu blankly.
Although Zhuyu did not raise her head, she knew that her words had caused an uproar, but she couldn't help but smile secretly because she knew that a bigger disturbance was still to come.
She sighed softly and said, "This poem was also copied by Miss Nangong. You can tell it after you take out the original poem."
I don't know how long it took before Li Han slowly came back to his senses. Seeing that no one had come forward to admit it, he believed Zhu Yu's words in his heart.
He rubbed his forehead and murmured to himself: "This Su Shi..."
However, as soon as he said two words, he kept shaking his head and smiling bitterly, really unable to comment on this matter.
Because Su Shi did not bring his poems to the poetry meeting. Instead, it was because of Nangong Jing's troubles that this happened.
Did Nangong Jing do anything wrong?
of course not.
Since it is a poetry meeting, the original intention is to use poetry to make friends, so when Nangong Jing heard about the masterpieces, she copied them and put them into the poetry room. This behavior was not wrong.
I can only blame this Su Shi for being too evil. Others may rack their brains at poetry gatherings and may not be able to come up with a single line.
Fortunately for him, he released two stunning works as soon as he released them.
Zhuyu raised her head again and looked at Li Han but hesitated to speak.
Li Han was shocked, so he didn't notice Zhuyu's expression.
Xie Ning'an caught her expression in his eyes and couldn't help but ask: "Do you have anything else to say?"
Zhuyu hesitated for a moment and finally made up her mind, because the long-term pain was worse than the short-term pain, and she really couldn't bear these people to endure this kind of torture anymore.
So she said quickly: "As far as I know, Mr. Su composed a total of eight poems."
"Eight songs?"
"He really made eight songs?" Sun Chengyi couldn't help but ask.
Zhuyu nodded affirmatively.
"Did he write one for every poem title?" Sun Chengyi could hardly believe his ears.
"yes."
The three great scholars looked at each other, and a bad feeling suddenly arose in their hearts.
"How many songs do you remember?" Li Han asked.
Zhuyu said: "I have a good memory, and Master Su's poems are easy to understand, so I can still remember these eight poems."
"Except for the two songs just now, read the rest one by one." Li Han ordered.
Zhuyu replied: "Yes."
Then she cleared her throat and read: "No one cares about the fallen flowers outside the door, the green shade slowly spreads all over the world. The orioles crow in a silent place, and the frogs listen alone in the green grass ponds."
As soon as she finished reading, Xie Ningan was shocked because the poem was in his hands at the moment.
Every time Zhuyu recited a poem, the expressions of the three great scholars became froze, and the hearts of all the talented people became despairing.
After Zhuyu finished reciting eight poems, no one spoke, and the entire deck was so quiet that it was as if everyone's heartbeat could be heard.
After Zhuyu finished reciting, she lowered her head because she really couldn't bear to see the desperate expressions of these talented people.
Qin Yue's eyes were confused, and then he murmured to himself: "Is this Su Shi really going to challenge the talents in the entire capital?"
It was originally rumored that Su Shi would challenge the talents of the capital with a couplet. Although the literati in the capital said that Su Shi was arrogant, no one might take Su Shi seriously, so this rumor was naturally regarded as a joke.
But at this poetry meeting, Su Shi wrote eight poems in one breath, and the first one was amazing. It can be regarded as the brilliance of the eight poems. What's even more terrifying is that Su Shi completed these eight poems in one stick of incense. Take practical actions to challenge Kyoto literati.
I wonder how the literary world in Beijing will view this person after this poetry meeting?
Li Zhonghong was completely desperate, and all his wishful thinking could not be carried out at this moment.
He originally wanted to play Yansuo Pochiliu's second line in the second round to increase his momentum. However, Su Shi's eight poems came out so that he had no chance of advancing to the second round.
Although he could also complain, saying that Su Shi violated the rules of the poetry society and the poem he wrote should be invalid.
But in this case, Li Zhonghong will definitely be accused of being narrow-minded, and his reputation will plummet.
After all, this rule takes into account the large number of people participating in the poetry meeting and the limited energy of each talent, so the questions are divided into groups. Who would have thought that a monster like Su Shi would appear and complete all the poetry questions by himself.
What's more important is that even if the three great scholars are willing to re-evaluate and select eight more people to win the championship, I'm afraid these people would rather tear up their own poems than play.
Because no one can surpass these eight poems, so even if someone wins the top poem in the end, it will only add to the laughing stock.
Of course, he can also go on stage and play the second line at this time, but what's the point?
At this time, Su Shi brought the power of the eight poems and his momentum soared to the sky. If he came on stage at this time and said an absolute second line against Chu Su, it would only make people laugh.
Couplets are just a game for literati, while poetry is the expression of talent. The two are not the same.
Since he can't beat Su Shi in poetry, what's the use of just writing a second line.
In the face of Su Shi's absolute talent, all Li Zhonghong's methods were in vain.
Li Zhonghong suddenly felt a heavy feeling in his chest, making it difficult for him to breathe. At the same time, he was filled with infinite resentment towards Su Shi.
Because the Jinghu Poetry Club that he had put so much thought and effort into organizing was to make Su Shi's wedding clothes, how could he understand this, and how could he tolerate it.
Everyone else looked at the three great scholars in confusion, and the three great scholars didn't know what to do at this time.
After holding so many Jinghu Poetry Festivals, they have never encountered this situation.
At this time, a head popped out from the window on the second floor. She looked at the dull-looking scholars and talented people on the deck, and couldn't help but let out a burst of laughter. After laughing, she murmured: "It should be Let you enjoy this feeling of despair."
This person was naturally Nangong Jing. At this time, she sighed: "It seems that the Jinghu Poetry Club should also be over."
