The Zhuyuan Poetry Club is located in the west mountains of Beijing. It is a beautiful place with beautiful scenery and full of aura. It is one of the most beautiful places in Beijing.
When Lin Ping'an and the others arrived, Jiang Xingzhou was already waiting outside Zhuzhuyuan. When he saw Lin Ping'an coming, he immediately raised his hands and saluted: "I met Dean Lin when I was on the boat in Xiajiang."
Lin Ping'an also returned the gift with his hand. He took a look at Jiang Xingzhou and saw that he was in his twenties, wearing a blue robe, and had a rather bookish air.
Lin Ping'an and Jiang Xingzhou exchanged pleasantries, and then Jiang Xingzhou invited him into the bamboo garden.
The bamboos in the bamboo garden are lush and green, blocking out the sky and the sun. The paths are paved with bluestones, and there are various flowers and plants on both sides of the paths.
The breeze blows slowly, rustling the bamboo leaves, which is really refreshing.
Lin Pingan was admiring the beautiful scenery of the Bamboo Garden while listening to Jiang Xingzhou talking about the origin of the Bamboo Garden and interesting stories about the four great talents.
While the two were talking, they suddenly heard the sound of silk and bamboo coming from the distance.
Lin Ping'an turned around and saw a group of women walking in the distance. They were all wearing colorful long skirts. They were the talented women from all walks of life who came to participate in this poetry meeting.
"Sixteen girls are here this time, all of whom are daughters of prominent families."
Jiang Xingzhou introduced Lin Pingan in a low voice.
Lin Ping'an nodded. He didn't know much about these noble families.
"The girl in white is the daughter of the Shangshu family of the Ministry of Justice. Her name is Liu Yiyi. She is top-notch in music, chess, calligraphy and painting."
"This girl in Tsing Yi is the daughter of the household minister's family, her name is Su Mei'er. Although she is young, only seventeen years old, she is the leader among the other girls. Her poetry, lyrics and songs are all top-notch. "
Jiang Xingzhou introduced Lin Pingan one by one.
Lin Ping'an could only keep nodding.
It wasn't that he didn't want to know more about these girls, it was just that he wasn't good at poetry and poetry, so he didn't listen to Jiang Xingzhou's introduction.
In the middle of the bamboo garden is a main hall, where the poetry meeting was held.
Lin Ping'an followed Jiang Xingzhou to the main hall and found a seat to sit down.
At this moment, the hall was already full of people.
Jiang Xingzhou whispered to Lin Ping'an, "Two talented people are coming soon."
Lin Ping'an nodded. At this moment, bursts of applause came from the distance, and a group of young men wearing brocade clothes walked into the hall.
Among the two people walking in the front, one was wearing blue clothes and had a face like a crown jewel, it was Liu Wushuang.
The other one was wearing red clothes, his face was slightly dark, but his eyes were like cold stars. He was Wei Wuya.
These two people are both among the four most talented people in the capital. Now that they appeared at the same time, they naturally attracted the attention of everyone present.
Lin Ping'an looked at the two people and said secretly in his heart: "Liu Wushuang and Wei Wuya are indeed the best among people, especially Wei Wuya. Although his appearance is not good, his eyes are like cold stars. He is not angry and has power in the future. It must be extraordinary.”
Just when everyone was paying attention, Song Zhice also arrived.
This talented man is dressed like a scholar. He looks elegant, but there is a heroic spirit between his eyebrows.
Although he looks younger than Liu Wushuang and Wei Wuya, his demeanor is not inferior to the two.
"This must be Song Zhice."
Lin Ping'an whispered to Jiang Xingzhou.
Jiang Xingzhou nodded.
After the four great talents gathered, the poetry meeting was about to begin.
As the host, Jiang Xingzhou first took the stage and recited one of his own poems. His brilliant literary talent impressed everyone present.
Next, Liu Wushuang, one of the four great talents, took the stage to recite poetry.
This Liu Wushuang's poetry is also extremely outstanding. His poetry style is different from other talents in the hall, and he pays more attention to the expression of emotions.
After reciting a poem, there was thunderous applause in the hall.
Next, Wei Wuya and Song Zhice took the stage to recite poems.
The poetry styles of these two talents are relatively bold and unrestrained. After reciting a poem, many people in the hall were moved by it.
Although Lin Ping'an didn't know much about poetry, he was quite good at listening to poetry. He thought to himself:
"It seems that the poetry attainments of these four people are indeed quite high, but why are the names of these four people never recorded in history?"
Sylvia Lin has also been familiar with poetry since she was a child. After listening to the four people's poems, she couldn't help but nod her head and said to Lin Pingan
"Master, these are indeed the four most talented men in the capital. Are you confident that you can surpass them?"
As long as they are free prostitutes, capturing them is a matter of seconds... Lin Ping'an deliberately looked embarrassed and said to Sylvia Lin:
"Writing poems and lyrics requires a state of mind. When you are in a state of mind, you can easily pick it up. But if you don't have a state of mind, you can't even think of a sentence even if you scratch your head."
When Yan Xiaoxiao heard this, she asked strangely:
"Then how can you be in the right mood?"
Lin Ping'an spread his hands and said, "The state of mind comes naturally, how can you force it?"
When Jiang Xingzhou, who had been accompanying him, heard this, he nodded in sympathy and said:
"Dean Lin's words are very pertinent. Poetry is not as rigid as the eight-legged essay. It has rules and regulations. What is important is free expression and writing from the heart. Good works are often the flash of inspiration in the mind, rather than the result of hard thinking. of."
As soon as these words came out, there was a burst of applause around him, and everyone agreed with Jiang Xingzhou's words.
Liu Wushuang, Song Zhice, and Wei Wuya came to Lin Pingan, raised their hands to Lin Pingan and said:
"Dean Lin's poem "Butterflies in Love with Flowers. Send Xu Buddha to the Forbidden City" is an eternal masterpiece. We are ashamed of it. Dean's presence at the Bamboo Garden Poetry Meeting today really adds a lot of color to this poetry meeting. I look forward to it. I’m still looking forward to hearing Dean Lin’s next masterpiece.”
Lin Ping'an waved his hands repeatedly and said with a wry smile: "I really have no mood at the moment, and my mind is completely blank."
Wei Wuya hurriedly said: "It doesn't matter, why not listen to the masterpieces of other talented people and beauties first. Maybe Dean Lin will have some inspiration in his mind."
So he turned around and said to all the talented people and beauties:
"Just now, the four of us were just trying to attract others. We also invite all the talented and beautiful ladies to present their masterpieces."
At this time, I saw Liu Yiyi, the daughter of the Minister of Punishment, coming to Lin Pingan, bowed Yingying, and said:
"Dean Lin, your "Die Lian Hua: Send Xu Fo from the Forbidden City" impressed the little girl so much that she couldn't help but show off her shame."
With that said, she turned around and took the pipa from the maid's hand, and sang while playing:
"Beside the Forbidden City, flowers are blooming and falling. I send you to Nanpu, and the love is hard to retain.
I hope you will come back soon and see you again in the imperial capital.
Long black hair, beautiful face, lovesickness is hard to stay. "
The singing is so tearful that it makes people unconsciously intoxicated.
After singing the song, there was thunderous applause in the hall.
Liu Yiyi bowed to Lin Pingan Yingying and said:
"The little girl has made a fool of herself."
Lin Pingan nodded and praised:
"A beautiful work by a beautiful woman. It's really admirable."
At this time, Su Meier, the daughter of the Minister of Household Affairs, also came to Lin Pingan and said:
"Dean Lin, I'm here to show my shame too."
As she spoke, she waved her fan and recited a poem of her own.
Her poetry style is completely different from Liu Yiyi's, focusing more on describing scenery and expressing emotions.
The poem depicts a beautiful landscape painting, which makes people feel as if they are actually there.
Lin Pingan was full of praise after hearing this.
At this time, other talented people and beauties also came on stage to perform, and the hall was filled with the sound of poetry and applause.
Lin Pingan looked at the scene in front of him and thought to himself:
"These talented men and beauties are really talented and can be called the pride of heaven. However, if they encounter my free prostitutes, they will probably have no choice but to be defeated."
Yan Xiaoxiao glanced at Lin Ping'an and asked in a low voice: "How is it? Are you in a good mood yet?"
Lin Ping'an shook his head and said: "Not even close."
Sylvia Lin blinked her beautiful eyes and muttered to herself: "What kind of state of mind does my young master want?"
At this time, the hall fell into silence. Everyone looked at Lin Ping'an. Some people couldn't help but mutter in their hearts:
"Is that song "Die Lian Hua, Presented to Xu Fo by the Forbidden City" written by this young master? Why doesn't it look like it!"
And Liu Yiyi, Su Meier and other women also stared at Lin Pingan with their beautiful eyes, and they couldn't help but feel a little doubt in their hearts.
"Sister Liu, was that song sung in the capital really written by Dean Lin?"
Su Meier asked softly in Liu Yiyi's ear.
Liu Yiyi shook her head: "I don't know. It is said that the poem came from which brothel, and many people witnessed it on the spot. I guess it can't be wrong."
"Then why hasn't he been able to compose a song for so long?"
Another woman couldn't help but ask.
"It's not that easy to write lyrics. You think it's just a business."
Liu Yiyi rolled her eyes at the woman and said:
"Especially the kind of masterpieces that have been passed down through the ages. They are even more meticulously crafted and the result of a lot of thought. Dean Lin must be still in the process of brewing them."
Su Meier also nodded in agreement: "Dean Lin just said that he is not in a good mood at the moment, so we might as well wait."
Although the four great talents did not rush Lin Pingan, a trace of doubt gradually arose in their hearts. Logically speaking, Jiang Xingzhou's invitation was sent three days ago. If Lin Pingan was coming, he would have prepared it early. How could he arrive at the scene before he arrived? time to think?
Lin Ping'an saw that the fire was almost done, and was about to speak when he heard a voice coming from outside the hall.
