"The shadow of the pond makes black hair, and the moonlight ripples."
"Wonderful, really wonderful..."
"It's absolutely amazing. This poem by Miss Yanxu is absolutely amazing."
"In front of my eyes, I seem to see a woman combing three thousand love threads by the moonlight. The breeze blows, and the moonlight in the pool ripples."
"What do you think?"
Uh-huh.
Everyone looked towards the judging bench.
"good!"
Yu Zhining stroked his beard and said: "I have the rhymes and rhymes, and the most important thing is the artistic conception."
Gai Wenda also nodded: "The shadow of the pond is against the moonlight, the blue silk is against the ripples... seeing each other is a verb, it is a beautiful poem."
Su Xu smiled: "I don't need to say any more, right?"
"In the first round of oiran competition, Miss Yanxu wins!"
good.
The talented people applauded one after another!
Yanxu walked onto the center of the stage and gave a bow to everyone.
All the men were confused.
"Don't worry, everyone!"
The madam quickly stood up and presided over the meeting: "Now is the time for all the talented people."
"If anyone's poem can win the favor of Yan Xu, he can enter the private room and drink fine wine together."
Well, just drink!
As for having a good night together?
Give me a break.
Oiran is used to make money.
It’s been a good night, but I still earn a lot of money...
"Master Cui!"
Wei Shuyu's elegant room.
Cuixiang and Xiaolian continued to act coquettishly while holding Cui Shenji's arms.
"Afraid of Shenmu?"
Cui Shenji's eyes widened: "The cauldron is more important than the fight. I'll give you a golden Oiran with my money later!"
To make money.
Wanhua Pavilion not only has talented oirans, but also golden oirans who have spent money.
certainly……
In previous years, this type of oiran was usually held by talented female oirans.
"Master Cui has decided."
"That's right, we've had you since you were three years old."
"..."
When Wei Shuyu heard this, he couldn't help but glance at the two of them.
No wonder Xiaojiji has a soft spot for these two girls.
Emotion is the nanny...
"rest assured!"
Cui Shenji raised his head proudly.
on the stage.
Seeing that no one came forward, Liu Feiyan finally took the lead and recited a poem.
Won the appreciation of many people.
And after he came out, other talented people came out.
Finally, the brothers from the Imperial Academy's army just pretended to sing a few songs.
It can be regarded as an unwritten rule.
If a noble son recites poetry first, he may be regarded as a stepping stone for the poorer ones!
They will not allow themselves to be inferior to others.
But the children from poor families came first, and the children from noble families knew they were inferior, so they chose not to come forward...
"Yan Xu, whose poem do you think is better?" the madam asked with a smile.
The talents are not particularly outstanding.
Regarding the talents, the three bachelors only commented and did not rank them.
The Mid-Autumn Festival should be peaceful and peaceful.
Why do you offend others by making judgments?
And many of them are my nephews, so there is no need.
"The slave family..."
Yan Xu blushed and finally chose Wang Xiu's brother.
"good."
The madam was very satisfied.
Wang Xiu's elder brother was very talented, and the elders in his family were highly regarded as third-rank officials.
After arranging the two of them to the private room upstairs, the Madam continued to host...
"The next step is the competition between Young Master Wei and Young Master Changsun."
"I wonder which of the two young masters will come first?"
Above the attic.
Wei Shuyu and Changsun rushed to the handrail and stood facing each other.
"You first?"
Wei Shuyu was full of confidence.
This is the masterpiece of the poet Li Bai!
If I go first, will your eldest grandson Chong be able to show off?
"I'll go first!"
Changsun Chong snorted coldly.
Reciting poems first would be a disadvantage, but in order to build momentum, Changsun Chong resolutely stepped forward!
"Listen carefully!
"The cicada summer has gradually faded away, and the autumn evening is chilly around my neck."
"You asked when it was, the moon is half full!"
Everyone couldn't help but nodded when they heard this.
The chirping of the cicadas has gradually died down, but some can still be heard, proving that summer is over.
Autumn is coming, and the evening breeze blows through my neck, giving me a slight chill.
Ask you what time it is now.
Half a month, August 15th, the moon in the sky is very round!
"Excellent."
Gavinda stroked his beard and expressed satisfaction.
"Can."
Su Xu also nodded.
"good."
Yu Zhining also nodded.
All three judges gave it favorable reviews.
Not only that, many talented people also recited a few lines of poetry repeatedly.
I agree that this is a great article!
"now you!"
Changsun Chong sneered.
"Then keep your ears straight..."
Wei Shuyu pretended to be profound and pondered for a while.
Before he saw many talented people reciting poems, he would pretend to be cool.
Then we can’t do without it, right?
Then he cleared his throat again...
"There is bright moonlight in front of the bed, I suspect it is frost on the ground."
"Raise your head to look at the bright moon, lower your head to miss your hometown."
There was silence.
What the hell kind of poem is this?
So white?
The three major judges were also stunned!
In the private room.
Wei Zheng supported his forehead.
My son's old habit has returned.
I started writing in vernacular again.
"What? This poem doesn't work?"
Wei Shuyu saw the disbelief in everyone's eyes.
Jingyesi is a big killer!
In Li Bai's poems, there is also the presence of top.
I'm so panicked by your expressions...
Little did I know.
Poems about quiet night thoughts.
You need to sit still to feel the meaning.
And this poem is not Li Bai’s original work!
It was a verse that was finally finalized after being revised three times by later generations.
The original poem is...
Looking at the moonlight in front of the bed,
Suspected to be frost on the ground.
Look up at the mountain and the moon.
Lower your head and miss your hometown.
As for why it was changed, there is naturally controversy.
"Ha ha……"
Changsun Chong laughed wildly: "Wei Shuyu, have you exhausted your talent as a master of martial arts?"
"Are you worthy of being called a poem?"
Wei Shuyu's expression darkened.
From the looks of everyone, he felt that he might have done something really bad.
"The king sighed!"
Cui Shenji immediately stood up: "What you wrote is shit!"
"Cui Shenji!"
Changsun Chong immediately broke through his guard, the smile on his face disappeared, revealing a look of gnashed teeth.
"Ouch."
Seeing this, the madam had no choice but to come out and continue to smooth things over and host: "Guys, please calm down and let's first listen to what the three bachelors have to say..."
However……
Su Xu and the others either frowned or shook their heads.
"This poem is too simple and too straightforward, giving people a feeling that it is unclear and unclear..." Gavinda commented with a frown.
"No, no..."
Su Xu also shook his head: "It's too simple. Women and children can do it."
Everyone looked at Yu Zhining.
However, Yu Zhining frowned and said nothing.
Elegant room.
Li Shimin raised his eyebrows.
Something is wrong, something is wrong.
It seems that Xiao Wei is going to lose.
That must not be...
"Xuancheng."
Li Shimin pretended to cough: "What's the matter with Shu Yu? Is he not in good condition today? This poem has regressed a bit..."
Wei Zheng frowned.
It seems to be acquiescence to this fact.
"Your Majesty, poetry is a small way of doing things."
Wei Zheng solemnly replied: "Although Shu Yu's poetry has declined, his words have become increasingly sophisticated."
"..."
what? What do you want to do?
Kind of make it clear.
What do you want to do with your talk?
snort.
Anyway, Shuyu will lose.
Let you enjoy your mouth first...
"Three of you, it's time to decide the winner."
On the stage, the madam saw that the three of them had not decided who was better, and couldn't help but remind them.
"Changsun Chongsheng!"
"Changsun Chongsheng!"
Gai Wenda and Su Xu spoke successively.
But when it was Yu Zhining's turn, he paused...
"wrong."
Yu Zhining suddenly shook his head and said: "Although Wei Shuyu's poems are white, the homesickness in them is extremely strong and can arouse the resonance of everyone!"
