Zhou Wenzhi saw Song Xin being led into the poetry meeting by Xia Houchong at the first sight. The two walked up to Cao Chong, bowed deeply and said, "Xia Houchong pays homage to the young master."
"Brother, you're welcome, why did Brother Song come in with you?"
Xia Houchong briefly explained what happened just now. After hearing this, Cao Chong smiled and thanked him, and then gave Zhou Wenzhi a cold look.
"Sir, Zhou Wenzhi doesn't know the rules and has made Brother Song feel wronged..." Zhou Wenzhi felt Cao Chong's dissatisfaction and explained with a look of fear.
"Okay, no need to say more." Cao Chong pressed his palm down and continued to listen attentively.
Song Xin looked around the poetry gathering. There were probably dozens of long tables, and the people sitting behind them were all disciples of Xudu's high-ranking officials and noble families, both men and women. Song Xin also saw some familiar people, including brothers and sisters Guo Miao, Guo Yi and Guo Mu.
There is a one-foot-high platform to the north, with four people sitting on it. The one sitting in the middle is an old man with a white beard. Song Xin knows this man. He is Zhong Yao, a master of calligraphy. He was invited by the Xiahou family to host the poetry meeting this year.
To Zhong Yao's left hand side, there are two women, both about fifteen or sixteen years old. One of them is wearing a red dark dress, and the other is wearing a light green dark dress. The makeup is exquisite, the figure is graceful, and the beauty is charming. Many young men seem to be attracted by their eyes and refuse to move away. On the other side of Zhong Yao, sat a middle-aged man about forty years old, with a band behind him.
"Who are these two women?" Song Xin was a little confused and couldn't help but murmured in a low voice.
Xia Houchong said: "They are newly trained singers from the Qing Commercial Department. The one in red dark clothes is Zheng Feipeng, who is good at pan drumming. The other one in light green clothes is Wei Sinu, who has outstanding singing skills. The other one is Zheng Feipeng. The best musician in this dynasty, his surname is Sun and his given name is Ying. He is the music official of the Qing Dynasty Commercial Department."
According to the rules of the poetry club, any work approved by Zhong Yao will be sung with live music by Sun Ying and singers Snu and Feipeng. After the poetry meeting, these poems will be sung by musicians from the Qing Commercial Department. Within a few days, they will become popular songs.
Song Xin listened to these strange names and seemed to have never heard of them in history books. Because musicians had a very low status in ancient times, it was difficult for them to gain traction among historians. However, he had heard about Sun Ying. On the way to Jingzhou, Cai Wenji's "Poem of Sorrow and Indignation" sung by the people on the way to Jingzhou was composed by Sun Ying.
Xia Houchong said: "Well, I heard that Feipeng and Sinu are the best musicians in the Qing Dynasty Commercial Department. I wonder which son's poems they will sing today."
Zhou Wenzhi said: "To be fair to Mr. Xiahou, what Mr. Zhong Yao is tasting now is his new work."
Cao Chong said: "I just came here to enjoy it today, and I made a stupid song to make me laugh."
Zhou Wenzhi looked at Song Xin again and said, "Brother Song, how about you compose a song now and send it for tasting?"
Song Xin shook his head and said with a smile: "I can't compose poetry, brother Zhou, don't make fun of me." Song Xin was indeed not modest. He had only memorized some Tang poetry and Song lyrics, but the pronunciation was very different between the Han and Tang dynasties. When the poems from the Tang Dynasty were brought to the Han Dynasty, not only did the pronunciation and rhythm not match, but the pronunciation and rhyme were also different.
"Alas, why be humble?" Zhou Wenzhi continued to persuade.
Cao Chong lowered his head and took a sip of wine and said, "Brother Song, how about you and I write a poem together, Brother Xiahou comes up with the topic, and Song Xin and I each write a sentence, how about that?"
"Together...?" Song Xin was a little confused. During this time, he had read some poems and essays with Cao Chong, but he was really unsure about writing by himself.
Zhou Wenzhi looked a bit unhappy. Cao Chong invited Song Xin to compose a poem together and asked Xia Houchong to come up with a topic, but he excluded himself. It was obviously because he was warning him about Song Xin being troubled just now.
"Haha, great." Xia Houchong was not stupid and could see what Cao Chong meant. "I think today is mostly themed around the Dragon Boat Festival. How about we use a farewell poem as the title and write down the meaning of farewell?"
Cao Chong smiled and said: "Very good, let's use this as the title."
Song Xin felt that he might not be able to escape today, so he thought about it and said, "Well, then Song Xin will have to show his shame..."
Cao Chong took up his pen and wrote the first sentence: "It's hard to meet friends again, and March is like a thousand years."
Song Xin thought about the scene he saw by the Youshui River, and wrote: "The water washes my long lapel, and I feel sad and worried when I say goodbye."
Xia Houchong's eyes lit up and he nodded approvingly. Cao Chong only glanced at it and already wrote the next sentence, "Looking at the hurricane approaching from afar, I can't repay you with wine."
Song Xin thought for a while and wrote: "How can a traveler comfort me when I am thinking about my return journey?"
Zhou Wenzhi did not expect that Song Xin could write such a poem, and his expression became even more unhappy.
Cao Chong was very
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Satisfied, he handed the pen to Song Xin and said, "This last sentence, Song Xin, how about you finish it?"
Song Xin thought for a while and wrote: "It is unique to have a full cup of wine, and prepare for it with your son."
Cao Chong showed a joyful expression, "Brother Song is really smart, 'It is the only way to fill the wine cup with your wife.' Good sentence, good sentence. Brother Xiahou, do you think there are any words that need to be changed?"
Xia Houchong took it over and looked at it, read it several times, shook his head and said, "I feel that the water washes my long lapel, and I feel sad and worried when I say goodbye." "It's better to change it to "Farewell and longing for you." "How about it? Apart from that, there is nothing to change. How about sending it to Mr. Yuanchang for tasting?"
Cao Chong nodded and changed the sentence casually.
After receiving Cao Chong's approval, the poem was sent to Zhong Yao.
After reading it several times, Zhong Yao exclaimed: "Well, although this poem is simple and unpretentious, its emotions are sincere. Mr. Sun Ying, why don't you come and take a look."
Sun Ying took it and read it several times and said, "Mr. Yuan Chang, do you want to sing?"
Zhong Yao nodded, and Sun Ying stood up and walked to Feipeng and Snu, handing them the poem.
The young masters who were drinking and discussing poetry below saw Sun Ying moving and knew that he had produced another masterpiece, so they all kept silent and listened.
When the music started, the flying poncho jumped up lightly. Snu picked up the pan drum and sang softly to the music. The singing voices of the two women were like the sounds of nature, so sweet and beautiful that even Song Xin was stunned.
It seems that he has returned to his own world, reunited with his parents and friends...
"It's hard to meet friends again, and March is like a thousand years. The water washes away the long lapels, and it's long and sad to say goodbye. ..."
"Song Xin?"
Cao Chong called out and found that Song Xin was still distracted.
He called out again, and Song Xin came back to his senses and asked, "Master, did you call me?"
Cao Chong pointed to the stage and said with a smile: "Mr. Zhong Yao wants to see you and sign your name."
"Song Xin didn't dare." He also knew that Cao Chong contributed half of this poem, so how could he monopolize it.
Zhou Wenzhi also immediately advised: "Yes, this is a poem written by the Young Master and Brother Song. You should sign the Young Master's name first."
Cao Chong waved his hand and interrupted Zhou Wenzhi. His tone was a little cold, with a sense that he could not refuse, "This is Song Xin's masterpiece."
Zhou Wenzhi lowered his head in embarrassment. It was the first time that Song Xin saw Cao Chong showing this attitude, and he even looked a little like Cao Cao. He said no more and walked up. Guo Miao didn't expect that this poem was written by Song Xin. Her eyes lit up immediately and she whispered something to Guo Yi. Guo Mu was even more surprised. He didn't expect Song Xin to be able to write poems.
As soon as he went up, the young men below started talking.
"who is this?"
"It seems like one of Mr. Chong's attendants?"
"How can a servant write such a poem?"
"Hmph, what kind of background does he have, and he dares to show off here?" Someone saw Song Xin's clothes and guessed that he was not from a high background.
Song Xin listened to these discussions and looked at Cao Chong again. He was smiling and nodding to himself.
Zhong Yao was a little surprised when he saw Song Xin walking up in casual clothes.
"Is this what I did?"
Song Xin lowered his head and whispered: "To be honest, sir, this is half written by the young master and myself... but the young master does not want to sign..."
Zhong Yao glanced at Cao Chong, who was drinking with his head down, and instantly understood what he meant. He also whispered to Song Xin: "Don't you know the meaning of Master Rang's poem?"
Song Xin was startled: "Sir, please make it clear."
Zhong Yao laughed, stood up, patted Song Xin on the shoulder, and said loudly: "This poem was written by Song Xin. It is a rare masterpiece."
"Sir, who is this?" someone asked immediately.
Zhong Yao said: "This person is Song Xin. He made meritorious service in the Jiangling battle and is now serving as the attendant of Young Master Cao Chong."
The singer Zheng Feipeng next to Zhong Yao heard Song Xin's name and looked up. She seemed to have heard of this name, because traveling artists had long made the war into a ditty and sang it everywhere. But he didn't expect that Song Xin had such a handsome face, and he also had an indescribable mysterious temperament that attracted him.
Many of the young masters have heard that during the Battle of Jiangling, a brave young man followed Cao Ren and broke into Zhou Yu's army, and was later selected by Cao Chong as an attendant. They all thought that Song Xin was a rough and powerful man, but it turned out that he had this appearance
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A handsome and elegant person.
But there are also people who are dissatisfied, "Isn't this just a matter of finding someone to write for you in advance and then showing off!?"
Song Xin took a look and saw that the person speaking was one of the guests sitting on the west side of the banquet at Zhou Wenzhi's house that day.
"Yes, what is his background?"
"I heard he was born as a commoner."
"Common people? How can common people come here!?" Some young masters immediately became dissatisfied.
"Yes, how can I have a banquet with a commoner when I'm from such a background!"
Zhong Yao saw that Song Xin had no displeasure on his face and was still sitting calmly. He secretly admired and said to Song Xin: "This is the rule of the poetry club. Just listen and accept it. They will argue for a while and they will understand." It’s quiet.”
Song Xin bowed. These discussions were an integral part of the poetry meeting. Even if Cao Chong came up, he would still be discussed. Moreover, when arguing here, regardless of status, the person who is justified wins, and the voice is often very harsh. This is somewhat similar to later writers being criticized by readers.
At this time, a voice suddenly shouted: "Mr. Yuan Chang, how can this poem be written by Song Xin? I don't believe it!"
When everyone saw it, it turned out to be Zheng Yue. He had sneaked in at some point. He had been sitting in a corner and only appeared at this time.
"This guy didn't leave?" Song Xin was quite surprised. When he looked again, Li Chun, whom he had beaten, was also there. He was staring at Song Xin resentfully.
"Mr. Zheng, what evidence do you have?" someone asked.
"This man is just a martial artist from a commoner background. How can he write such a poem? Someone must be ghostwriting it!" Zheng Yue said loudly.
When many young masters heard about Song Xin's background, they couldn't help but despise him. In their minds, poetry demonstrated the privileges of the nobility, and people like Song Xin were not qualified to participate in criticism with them.
"That's right, he's just a servant born from a commoner, just a hawk and a dog, and he still comes here to write and write, so shameless!" Someone immediately echoed.
"Commoner origin..." Fei Peng was a little surprised when she heard this sentence. She thought Song Xin was a young man from a noble family.
At this time, Song Yu whispered: "Master, that little girl named Fei Peng has been secretly watching you."
Only then did Song Xin notice that the woman next to Zhong Yao looked in his direction from time to time.
Song Xin responded casually: "Maybe he's just curious."
"Hey, sir, I don't think it's that simple." Song Yu chuckled.
Song Xin didn't pay attention to the following debate at all. At this time, some people also supported Song Xin. They retorted: "You are shallow people. People's origins are divided into high and low. But how can the quality of poetry and writing be divided into high and low?"
"Yes, in ancient times Baili Xi, Sun Shu'ao, and Guan Yiwu all came from humble backgrounds. The great ancestor of this dynasty was just a pavilion chief, and all of our ancestors were not necessarily from famous families. Why did we have trouble with the Song Dynasty because of people's nonsense? Xin!" Guo Mu stood up and loudly supported Song Xin.
Guo Miao couldn't stand listening anymore and immediately snorted: "You're right! What about common people? Which of your ancestors was not a common person!?"
She was so excited that she couldn't help but cough a few times.
Guo Yi asked: "Sister, do you still feel uncomfortable in your throat?"
"Well, I don't know what's going on these days. I always feel itchy in my throat, as if something is blocked. I'll feel better after coughing. Don't worry, brother."
Guo Mu said with concern: "It's better to wait until the poetry meeting is over and go back to find a doctor."
Guo Miao shook her head and said: "Maybe it's just because of the wind and cold, it doesn't matter."
At this time, there were only a minority of people supporting Song Xin in the venue, and most of them still cared about their background.
Zheng Yue saw that the time was ripe and immediately said: "I think this person must have plagiarized other people's poems!"
Xia Houchong said: "I wrote the title of this poem on the spot and completed it on the spot. How can I plagiarize it? Zheng Yue, are you saying that Song Xin and I conspired to deceive the public!?"
Zheng Yue did not show weakness at this time: "It's hard to say. I think Mr. Chong was also writing at his desk just now. He must have stolen the master's poems."
At this time, everyone looked at Cao Chong. He was still calm and relaxed, drinking with his eyes slightly lowered, and had no intention of participating in the argument.
The venue was quiet for a while.
Cao Chong slowly put down his wine cup and said calmly: "This poem was indeed written by Song Xin and written by Brother Xiahou."
Zheng Yue, who was so proud just now, suddenly lost his temper...
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