The sound of the zither is like the wind, sad and sad, blowing through the orchids in the empty valley, lingering with sadness, string after string, pouring into people's hearts.
"A pair of people from generation to generation,
The two places are ecstatic about fighting for education.
If we miss each other but don't love each other, who will spring for us?
It’s easy to beg from the blue bridge,
The medicine turns into a blue sea and it is difficult to escape.
If you visit me and drink Oxford, you will forget your poverty. "
The song is like a lonely cloud, blowing in the wind, desolate and lonely, like a cry of sorrow, more like a dream in despair.
There are not many words, so Yan Raner repeats them and sings them.
The listener does not feel it is a burden, but is deeply immersed in it, unable to extricate himself for a long time.
People are so strange, it is difficult to sympathize with happy things, but they often sympathize with sadness.
Singing over and over again, Yan Ran'er seemed to be possessed by a demon. Even though the strings cut her fingertips and blood splashed everywhere, she didn't realize it and it became more and more intense.
Until the string could no longer bear the sadness, and Mu Ran broke.
For a long time, the place in front of the Immortal Pavilion was as quiet as the wilderness, and people were like puppets and pottery figurines, waiting to be buried with them in the tomb.
The wind blows, the shadows of the trees are dancing, and the lights are dim.
On the stage, Yan Ran'er held the case with both hands and stood up unsteadily, but then fell back and stood up after some effort.
She staggered and knocked over the guzheng on the table without even looking at it. After recognizing the direction of the government office, she bowed deeply.
"Your Highness is so kind and kind that I will never forget it. Although I don't dare to offend my dignity with my wealth, I am willing to work as an ox or a horse and as a slave or maid in return."
Fortunately, Yan Ran'er still had some self-awareness and didn't dare to say that she would commit herself to her.
What she did seemed a bit exaggerated, but it was actually quite normal.
A wonderful lyric, for a brothel girl, is nothing less than a song that will make famous stars in future generations.
Not only has he become a top performer in the world, but his reputation as a poet will last for thousands of years.
And if they can be listed among the talented and famous people and support them for the rest of their lives, that would be one of their best destinations.
Therefore, everyone present could understand Yan Ran'er's excitement at this time.
But Zhao Mengqi touched his nose and wanted to say, you bowed in the wrong direction.
Then I couldn't help but think that if I was not possessed by the prince, but an ordinary person, relying on poetry, maybe I would be able to eat and drink without worries in this era.
Well, you don’t have to worry about sleeping. You can be a bridegroom once with just one poem. It’s a pleasure.
At this time, there was a muffled thunder from the horizon.
I looked up, but there was a bright moon in the sky.
The audience then woke up from a dream and returned to their normal thoughts.
"Good! Wonderful! Absolutely awesome!"
Zhou Mi high-fived her and shouted, her face flushed as if she were drinking mellow wine, "A pair of people from generation to generation compete for two places of ecstasy. This sentence is as clear as words, without the slightest embellishment, and with a bare face, it has the foundation of heavenly beauty."
"The thoughts that pass between the brows and the heart, the words that are spoken are astonishingly deliberated, the poems that are written in the bag are just blurted out, and there is no other reason for them."
"It seems like a pale and hasty expression of love, but it hides a sorrow that is overwhelming."
"Your Highness's technique has returned to its original state and is close to the Tao. I may not be able to match such talent in my lifetime. If I have to evaluate it, this painting of Tang Chun is a hundred times better than what I have done. If it is the best in the same category, it would be a tribute to the world." Wenhua’s insult!”
Wang Yisun was equally intoxicated, and then said in Zhou Mi's voice, "I deeply agree with what Brother Gong Jin said. Your Highness, King Yan, is truly as talented as a mountain."
"Xiao Ling Ci is short and has few words, so frequent use of allusions is the most taboo. However, His Highness's writing is directed towards it, no matter how many taboos there are, it must be avoided!"
"This spring movie in the House of Paintings uses allusions one after another, Blue Bridge, Flying to the Moon, and Drinking at Oxford. They are all love stories, but they are metaphors for the past, present, and future respectively. They have profound meanings and can be repeated thousands of times..."
After listening to their reading comprehension, Zhao Mengqi felt a little confused. There are so many skills in just a few dozen words?
As a porter, he didn't know if Nalan thought so, so he could only hold his chin and pretend to be sophisticated.
Wang Yisun continued, "
My humble work will never dare to be ranked with His Highness’s work. "
After saying that, he looked at Wu Wenying, and Zhou Mi did the same.
Seeing that she couldn't escape, Wu Wenying smiled bitterly and shook her head, "I will take the liberty to say a few words. This word expresses my heart directly and generously. It vividly presents the feelings of bitter love and fruitless love and even lifelong sorrow. There is no woman-like euphemism in expression. Even though I can't stay together, I still retain a trace of longing."
"This is indeed a rare and excellent work. You two are also talented. Although it is difficult to compare for a while, you are still young and have a promising future."
However, Zhou Mi and Wang Yisun thought this was forced comfort. Why is he still young? His Royal Highness, King Yan, is only fifteen, so he is even younger!
Realizing that both of them had some disapproval on their faces, Wu Wenying was also a little embarrassed. She thought for a while and said, "It is indeed a little inappropriate to list the three songs in the same row. I suggest that Huatangchun be raised to one level and count to three hundred. Everyone. What do you think?"
In fact, whether the number is one hundred or three hundred, it has no effect on the ranking of the flower list. It's just that literati have the same name, so they pay more attention to these things.
Of the five judges, Zhou Mi certainly agreed with Wu Wenying's suggestion, and Zhou Chengji also raised his hand to welcome it.
Zhang Shu, however, had a gloomy look in his eyes. Tang An'an could not get the title of oiran, which would be a great disadvantage to his subsequent plans.
Right now, King Yan should have noticed Tang An'an, so it doesn't matter whether there is an oiran or not.
However, the other person involved in the plan has the best things in the world. If Tang An'an is not an oiran, he may not be able to catch his eye easily, and he may not even be interested in meeting him.
However, now that things have happened, the result cannot be changed. No matter whether King Yan has one hundred or three hundred poems, Yan Ran'er is always the first.
Niang Xipi, she was busy and planning extremely carefully, but because of a few dozen words from King Yan, everything came to nothing. She only made a wedding dress for her. What kind of thing is this? ?
Forget it, let’s quickly think of a remedy.
After thinking helplessly, Zhang Shu could only express his agreement, and then Wu Ji and Zhang Yi also nodded.
Soon, the results of the three leaders were tallied up. Yan Ran'er was 394, Tang An'an was 189, and Ji Ni was 138.
Tang An'an secretly hated himself for being too reckless. If he hadn't made a choice too early, he would definitely have received more poems. Among other things, Wang Yisun's poem with a slow voice and the word "Ling Bo" was obviously written for her. In the end, it was given to Ji Ni.
It may not be because he is greedy for rewards, but great talents generally have the stinking habit of preferring chicken heads to ox tails. Wang Yisun believed that his lyrics were no worse than Zhou Mi's, and of course he did not want to fall into Tang An'an's hands and live under Zhou Mi.
Otherwise, if Tang Anan has two top-notch songs, plus a few middle-grade ones, there may still be a chance for a showdown.
Seeing the oiran in hand, Yan Ran'er was in high spirits, couldn't hide her smile, and squinted at the timer.
There is only more than half a quarter of an hour before the deadline. With such a disparity in the score, I am afraid that even if the King of Heaven comes, it will be difficult to change the final ranking.
Regarding such a result, Lu Shikui had a gloomy look on his face. He didn't really care that the Zhang family's plan failed, since it was not his fault anyway.
What he cares about is the woman Yan Ran'er!
There may be an element of obsession, but it should be more of a strong possessiveness.
Now that Yan Ran'er can win the first prize, although he has contributed 100,000 yuan, it is King Yan's words that play a decisive role.
Based on his understanding of Yan Ran'er, there is a high probability that she will not honor her previous promise.
In addition, Yan Ran'er's various performances today deeply hurt his self-esteem and made him feel angry, even making King Yan hate him.
Here, as a scholar, Gu Qing admired King Yan's talents.
"Alang is just a man who doesn't compose lyrics. He becomes a blockbuster when he makes a move. The last person can turn over and become the first. This so-called oiran's ownership is all determined by Alang's thoughts. Hehe, look at the unlucky look on Zhang Shu's face. It seems that his plan has failed. , it’s very uncomfortable.”
"Oh...really?" Zhao Mengqi raised his eyes and could see Zhang Shu's side face, "He does have a bad face. How about we be good people and help him?"
Bundle? "
"Ah?" Gu Qing was stunned and very puzzled, "Alang, although I still don't know what the Zhang family wants to do, but they are deliberately trying to get hold of Mrs. Jiang. It's hard to say that they don't have some intention towards Alang. Now that he is frustrated, what will happen to us?" It’s not a bad thing at all.”
"Since the Zhang family has so much land, I don't think they will be kind to me, so I have to figure out what they want to do."
Zhao Mengqi touched his chin, his eyes shining brightly, "Rather than let them be frustrated and then make other plots, it is better to test them head-on... The enemies that jump out are not scary, but the poisonous snakes hiding in the dark are deadly."
Gu Qing thought for a moment and said, "Alang's words make sense, and alerting the enemy is also a way to solve the conspiracy."
Anyway, after careful inspection, the possibility of the Hongmen Banquet has been generally ruled out. There is no need to worry too much about the safety of King Yan.
Then, Gu Qing came to his senses, "Alang, what you said is help, did you make up a new word?"
"What's so surprising? It's just about composing lyrics. As long as you have the skills..."
Zhao Mengqi kept talking, but Gu Qing felt like his head was buzzing and his breath was stuck in his throat. He couldn't swallow it or spit it out.
At this moment, another poem was sent up, saying it was for Tang An'an.
Tang Anan's eyes glowed, as if he had seen a life-saving straw. Although he knew it was unrealistic, he still couldn't help but imagine that this poem could surpass Huatangchun.
Unfortunately, Wu Wenying only gave it a moderate rating, shattering her last fantasy.
The thunder in the sky became louder, and a drizzle of rain drifted in with the wind, like silk and mist in the moonlight.
There was still some drip left before the drip could be finished, but Zhang Shu was a little impatient and stood up.
"I think there won't be any words sent. Even if there are, it won't help. It's raining, so let's judge it."
In fact, it was just a little shower, which soon disappeared. Even if it did not stop for a while, this rare moon rain still had a romantic flavor and would not affect people in the open air at all.
However, Zhang Shu was the judge and the owner of this South Garden, so no one objected to his opinion.
Immediately, after the other judges exchanged glances, Zhou Chengji stood up and said, "Today's oiran conference was very successful. Everyone brought us a pleasing performance, and each of the stunning poems also moved me." Once I feel that this trip was worthwhile, the final result will be visible to all. Of course, according to the rules, I still have to make a formal announcement."
"The number one winner on this year's flower list is Jinxiu Lou Yan..."
At this moment, a very familiar voice sounded to Zhou Chengji, "Wait a minute! Isn't there still some time?"
p. I was quite speechless when I saw someone swearing in the comment section today.
I admit that my writing is not very good. Some people don’t like to read it and find it bad. This is normal. If there are any mistakes, I would also like to thank you for pointing them out.
But you and I have no grievances, so why should we hurt others with our words?
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