Zhao Mengqi looked a little strange, but he didn't expect that it was really his own words.
To be precise, it was a Sanqu he copied.
This time, Qian Duo was injured, and Zhao Mengqi responded to every request.
Wanwan had a Mulan poem, which made her feel a little unbalanced. It was rare that Zhao Mengqi was talkative, so she made a small mention.
This kind of thing that can make a woman happy without paying money is rare in future generations. Zhao Mengqi had no reason to refuse, so he "copied" a few songs to her.
Now that the title-winning order appears in Yan Ran'er's hands, it is naturally written by Qian Duo.
Most likely, the news about Tang An'an touching Porcelain Wanwan reached her ears, and then she wanted to use this method to hit Tang An'an and vent her anger on Wanwan's behalf.
This little girl is very kind...
Zhao Mengqi shook his head and smiled. When he first heard the rumors, he realized that someone was going to make a fuss about Wanwan's reputation and thereby smear his image.
In addition, he also felt that there might be a shadow of the Qian family in this, and the purpose was of course his position as the head wife.
Alas, it turns out that nothing is trivial in the Tian family, and there are always countless little actions, both overt and covert, surrounding the imperial power.
Now it seems that although the Qian family's suspicion cannot be ruled out, there is a high probability that Qian Duo himself is unaware of it.
Thinking of this, Zhao Mengqi felt a little lucky. It would really be a headache if people around him started to fight in the palace, and he had no interest in being the "Fourth Master".
After feeling slightly relaxed, Zhao Mengqi was still unsure whether Tang Anan had set a trap for himself.
Well, let's see. At most, it will only be covered by water and soil, and blocked by soldiers.
Zhao Mengqi touched his chin and turned his attention to the stage.
At this time, Tang An'an, Yan Ran'er, and Ji Ni stood on the stage together, and then Zhang Yi, one of the judges, walked onto the stage.
"Congratulations to the three leaders. Seeing that you are so dazzling and far better than us back then, I can't help but admire you. It's really the waves behind the Yangtze River that push the waves ahead..."
After explaining some scenes, Zhang Yi continued, "The next step is the final election. The representative of the slave family will judge and state the rules to everyone."
"The choice of an oiran is naturally based on beauty and talent. However, beauties age quickly and flowers will wither. Only poetry can last forever."
"We, the romantic women, make a living by entertaining the world. Although we are humble, we still have pursuits in life. Hong Fu, Xue Tao, Yu Xuanji, Qin Cao, Chao Yun, and Liang Hongyu, these seniors are all deeply admired by us."
"And the immortality of these predecessors' fame mostly relies on poetry. Therefore, even if we fail to produce masterpieces that will be passed down to the world, if we can inspire and produce masterpieces, we can be considered useful and have made some contribution to the world."
"So this is the most important basis for this flower ranking."
"Later, the judge Zhou Tong will give a question. Everyone is asked to write a poem within an hour and give it to three line starters. The poem will be evaluated by Mr. Mengchuang and divided into three grades: upper, middle and lower. The best is a hundred and the middle is ten. , the bottom is one, the poems obtained at the beginning of each line are added accordingly, and the ranking is finally determined by the number!"
It has to be said that there is still some skill in the ranking of this flower list. First, the earning ability is compared, then the professional skills are compared, and finally the ranking is based on social influence.
This is quite comprehensive, and it is in line with the spirit of the brothel industry at this time, which is not only to make money, but also to be elegant and contribute to culture.
It also gave those present a stronger sense of participation and catered to the literati’s usual entertainment style.
Being able to interact is certainly much more interesting than just being a spectator.
As for Mr. Mengchuang, he is Wu Wenying, Wu Qian’s friend and adviser. He also has the identity of being a master of poetry, and is widely recognized by people at the time. Many poets have learned from him or been influenced by him to varying degrees. Among them are Wang Yisun and Zhou Mi, who are later known as "the four great poets in the late Song Dynasty".
Historically, some of the works of Qing Dynasty poets Zhu Yizun and Nalan Xingde were influenced by Wu Wenying. After the middle of the Qing Dynasty, the world of poetry was almost entirely under the influence of Mengchuang Ci. The Four Great Masters of the Late Qing Dynasty and Zhang Ertian , Chen Xun, Wu Mei, etc. all admired and even worked hard to learn Mengchuang Ci.
With such a "status in the world" as the evaluator, naturally no one will question it.
Zhang Yi paused for a while, and after confirming that no one present had any objections, he continued, "As the saying goes, a beautiful woman matches a talented man, and they complement each other. The last three line leaders will choose one of the poems they have received to play and sing on the spot for the enjoyment of everyone here. The selected author will also be a close friend of the author."
In the audience, Zhao Fei was very disdainful when he heard this, "Haha, isn't a close friend just a benefactor!? To put it bluntly, it's just treating people with sex, huh, shameless."
Zhao Mengqi couldn't laugh or cry, but he had to admit that there was nothing wrong with her words.
But, this approach is still better than the philistine culture of later generations of entertainment circles, where even two golf balls can be stuffed for the sake of profit.
Most of the men present, especially those who thought they had some talent, were ignited with passion, and all of them were gearing up to show off their talents.
Later, Wu Wenying, who was originally staying in the super VIP area of Jinxian Pavilion, was invited to the stage and sat at the table prepared for him. Then Zhou Chengji announced the topic to everyone.
"It's quite stressful for me to write the topic. Well... I am still immersed in His Royal Highness King Yan's order of laurels, and the word "Lovesickness" is lingering in my heart, so I will use this as the title. For the convenience of the task, When we play and sing, we don’t need rhymed verses, just fill in the lyrics, and there is no limit to the lyrics. "
Tsk tsk, you are indeed a member of the officialdom, and you never forget to flatter me.
All the men present cursed secretly, and then immediately began to formulate ideas.
On the stage, Tang An'an looked calm as if he was sure of victory, Ji Ni looked hopeful but a little helpless, and Yan Ran'er said she was lucky in her heart, secretly grateful to Zhou Chengji.
Beforehand, she only knew that the final selection was inseparable from poetry, but she did not know the specific method. When she heard that the proposition was to be written within a time limit, she became very nervous and even a little frustrated.
If you don't have some real ability, how can you write poems in a short time? Even the imperial examination, which also lasts three days and two nights, and it has to be a masterpiece, is even more difficult.
Among the acquaintances, there were quite a few literati, but there were no truly great talents. Lu Shikui had found a lot of literati, and I guess he could only be of average rank.
One excellent song can be worth a hundred inferior songs. In fact, that is to say, without quality, it is basically impossible to win by quantity.
so far so good……
The pursuit of elegance is really engraved in the bones of the people of the Song Dynasty. Even traffickers and lackeys can sing a few lines of poetry.
The guests present can be regarded as the upper class of the Song Dynasty. Most of them have literary skills, and regardless of whether they are good or bad, writing poems and lyrics are basic skills.
So, they all started to think about it, and since it was not a serious exam, there were no strict rules. Everyone seemed very relaxed, and it didn't matter even if they discussed it with each other, it was just for fun.
Half an hour gradually passed. In fact, many people had filled in the words, but few people had submitted the words. They were still somewhat self-aware.
At this moment, Zhou Mi seemed to have gained something. After writing the next article, he walked onto the stage and came to the Wu Wenying case, very humbly.
"Mr. Meng Chuang, this is a student's humble work. Please comment and give me some advice."
Wu Wenying smiled gently, "My lord, please don't belittle yourself. With your talent, you will definitely surpass me in the future, so why are you giving me any advice? Today, I asked you to act as a taster shamelessly, and gave me The comments are just family opinions, so please don’t take them too seriously.”
Zhou Mi saluted seriously, "It is a student's dream to receive comments from your teacher. He will keep every word in his heart and will not dare or forget it."
Wu Wenying nodded slightly, stopped worrying about these false gifts, picked up the paper and read it carefully.
After a while, the surprise on his face became more and more intense. After reading it once, he looked at it carefully again.
"Okay! Okay! Okay!"
Wu Wenying praised the case, and looked at Zhou Mi with sharp eyes, "In the past, I thought you had great talent, but now, I realize that I still underestimated you. It won't take long for you to have a place in the Song Dynasty poetry world!"
Zhou Mi was pleasantly surprised to receive such high praise, but he still remained humble, "The teacher was so complimentary that the students were frightened."
"Haha, modesty is a virtue, but being too modest is hypocrisy. Young people should have the courage to do their part.
Angry...this poem is your new lyrics? Is there a name? "
"Sir, my student had an idea a few years ago, so he boldly tried it, but could not finish it. It was just after watching the Tang Dynasty that he made a sudden discovery, so he didn't give it a name. If you don't mind it, sir, please give him a name. .”
"Let me think about it... Green cover dances in the breeze, what do you think?... Haha, needless to say, this word is naturally given to Tang Xingshou. Well, this is a true talent and beauty."
Wu Wenying twirled his beard and smiled happily.
Tang An'an couldn't help but stepped forward when he saw that he praised Zhou Mi's lyrics so highly and that it was given to him as a gift.
"I'm rude to you. Can I allow you to pay homage to your masterpiece?"
Wu Wenying handed it over, "This is a gift to you, take it, haha, I think this is a fine work."
Tang An'an took it and looked at it carefully, and was immediately overjoyed and excited, "Mr. Zhou is a great talent, and this poem is tailor-made for the slave family. The slave family is ashamed and even more delighted. They also asked Mr. Zhou to give me the tune. The slave family can't wait to sing it." It is presented for everyone to appreciate.”
"Uh..." Zhou Mi scratched his head, "There is still enough time. Maybe there will be a truly masterpiece later. Tang Xingshou should not be hasty."
"The slave family asserts that today is definitely the best day for this work, so there is no need to think about it." Tang Anan was determined. ..
What she did was actually very detrimental to her. Seeing that she had made her choice, other people would probably not give her the words as a gift. After all, there was no reward.
But she insisted on it, so Zhou Mi followed her and wrote the tune for her on the spot.
Tang Anan does have two skills. Even if it is a new tune and new lyrics, it does not take much time to master it.
Then, she walked to a Yaoqin, sat down with her skirts drawn up, straightened her waist, and showed her graceful posture, locking the blazing eyes of the audience.
The bare hands gently pressed the surface of the string, as if pressing on everyone's heartstrings. He raised his eyes and looked into the distance with a smile that made people's hearts tremble.
The slender soft jade is peeled from spring onions, the moving clouds are blowing over the strings of the piano, and the sound of the piano is flowing, and the people in the audience feel like drinking nectar or bathing in the spring breeze.
The red lips parted slightly, "The jade stands are shining with new makeup, the green cover is pavilion, and the waves are flowing with autumn beauty."
This song is like a dragonfly touching water, causing ripples in everyone's hearts.
"True color creates fragrance, the bright moon shakes the moon, and the dancing sleeves recline.
The heart is full of love, and the thoughts are lingering. "
The melody is soft and melodious, like a light feather swaying in the wind.
"I hate the late start, not marrying Dongfeng, and the frowning and charming pistil.
The bottom of the flower is in a secluded period, and in the pearl-picking room with bare hands, the pink color is beginning to fade away.
The rain wets the lead cheeks, and the blue clouds are deep and dark, gathering soft silk and clear tears.
Visiting lotus roots and looking for lotus flowers, Chu Jiang is far away, who can send my lovesickness?
When I sing back, my clothes are full of flowers. "
At the end of the song, the lingering sound lingers in the ears.
The audience held their breath, as if they had accidentally entered a fairyland and did not dare to scare the immortal.
