Zhao Mengqi's willful style made everyone around him drop their jaws.
"Then to whom will your Highness give the gift?" Zhou Mi's voice trembled.
Zhao Mengqi said calmly, "Tang Xingshou."
This answer is a bit unexpected. Doesn’t King Yan know that Tang Anan provoked Wanwan?
Zhang Shu felt something in his heart, and he couldn't figure out whether King Yan took the bait or was vigilant.
Moreover, according to the assumption, Tang Anan is indeed required to tie up King Yan, but he cannot tie him too tightly. It is best to stay away from him, so as to ensure the implementation of Diao Chan's plan.
Wu Wenying twirled her beard and sighed, "These three love-sickness words each have their own merits, but they are all masterpieces..."
"It doesn't have to be anything good or bad, just top-notch." Zhao Mengqi didn't care. "If there aren't enough songs for Tang Xingshou to win, I can just write a few more songs."
Do you think that good poems are like fallen leaves on the ground that can be picked up casually? Just do it again...
We wanted you to write the lyrics, but we didn’t ask you to pour it out like water. This is really shocking.
A poem of ours usually takes a long time to be conceived and pondered before it is finally ready. You can come up with it in the blink of an eye. If you compose a few more poems, who will have the nerve to praise you with your poems in the future?
Everyone's thoughts were agitated, and Zhou Mi couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed, "That's enough, that's enough. Even if we only make ordinary high-quality food, Tang Xingshou is already four hundred and ninety-nine, far ahead!"
Several other judges also unanimously agreed that Tang An'an ranked first and won the oiran title.
On the stage, Yan Raner's mood was like a roller coaster, going from the peak to the bottom.
Tang Anan was very surprised, and his thoughts were complicated and difficult to understand. Why was this King Yan so talented and talented, but why was he his biggest enemy?
Repressing her emotions, she walked to the edge of the stage calmly and greeted Zhao Mengqi with a blessing, "I would like to express my gratitude to His Highness for your gift. I have nothing to repay. I wish Your Highness all success and long life."
Um? That's it?
Pretending to be noble or playing hard to get?
Zhao Mengqi narrowed his eyes slightly and looked up, "Isn't Tang Xingshou not willing to be Xiao Wang's "confidante"? "
Tang An'an still looked very cold, "The slave family has a humble body and dare not climb high. Besides, Zhou Yanei's lyrics have been selected before. The slave family should keep their word."
Zhou Mi did not expect that he would be used as a shield, and he would passively "steal women" from King Yan. He hurriedly said, "The talents below are as inferior as the bright moon to your Highness. I dare not steal the quota."
Although he really wanted to have in-depth communication with Tang Anan, the stakes were still clear.
Tang Anan's expression did not change, he shook his head and said, "This has nothing to do with talent, it's just that the rules of the flower list have always been like this, and the slave family doesn't want to break it."
Everyone at the scene whispered, some praised Tang Anan's statement, while others disagreed.
Zhao Mengqi pretended to be angry, stared at Tang Anan, and smiled solemnly, "Aren't you afraid of angering Gu? If you weren't Gu, you wouldn't be called the oiran."
Tang An'an was calm and composed, "It's just a false name, don't worry about it. Your Highness can take back the words you gave me."
Hearing this, Zhao Mengqi sneered, "It seems that Tang Xingshou is really a noble person, but I don't have the habit of giving things away and taking them back, so there is no need."
Then he turned to look at the judges, "Xiao Wang also has a few short words that he wants to give to, um, Ji Xingshou."
While everyone was still stunned, he had already started chanting.
"Who calls me down the stairs at sunset, with a handful of catkins in my hand. I turn around and smile, standing in front of the steps. I am always speechless and reluctant. The writing is straightforward and has no evidence, so don't talk about lovesickness. I advise Yi Hao to get drunk by the red window. It's too late. When the flowers fall, .”
"The white clothes are standing against the Zhu Lan, the cold moon is in the west. There is a little frost on the temples, will you know if you have returned at the end of the year? The eyes are broken and the rulers are still sparse. I miss you blindly, and I accurately imitate the appearance of the old days."
After reading two poems, Zhao Mengqi paused.
Just because he thought in his heart, he couldn't catch Nalan masturbating alone, otherwise he would be bald.
So, after thinking about it for a while, I started reading it again.
"Put off the flower branches and hate the flower branches. Preparing for the flowers to bloom, people will eat them together. When they bloom, people will leave."
hour. I'm afraid of lovesickness, I'm already lovesick, but when it's my turn to miss lovesickness, I have no words to say, and there is a hint of love between my eyebrows. "
"The autumn scenery comes to the empty boudoir, sweeping the sycamore leaves at night. Unexpectedly, the knot of love will not come true, but it turns into a knot of lovesickness. Twelve jade lanterns, the wind blows and the lights go out. After a few lines of tears at dusk, a crow crows in the moon."
"After the light rain on a spring night, when the peonies are fragrant along the path.
There are twelve carved lanterns. Who can cut two or three branches with a golden knife?
The six-curved green screen is deeply hidden, and a silver zither is sent slowly, and the blue clouds are intoxicating.
It's light cold, fragrant and foggy, and it's too late to faint from wine.
There is joy at the table, but there is hatred at the end of the world, and there is beauty in the rain.
If you complain to others, you will shed pink tears.
Ninety years of spring time are worth borrowing, and it is difficult to write down all kinds of emotions. I want to express my lovesickness with colored pens.
Look at the red and wet place at dawn, and dream of a thousand miles. "
Five songs in total!
The first song should be the new lyrics created by King Yan. The following songs, Cai Mulberry, Sauvignon Blanc, Bu Suanzi, and Shui Tiao Ge Tou, although they are all old lyrics, have been filled to new heights by King Yan.
Everyone present felt numb on the back of their necks, my God, if you have talent, you can do whatever you want! ?
Including the previous ones, there are a total of ten new poems. Each of them is excellent, but it appeared overnight. This is what people do! ?
And all of them contain the word "lovesickness", which is simply the perfect word for lovesickness.
If anyone dares to write a word about lovesickness again, they will most likely be sent a sentence, "If you want to express your lovesickness with a colored pen, colored pen..."
Your Highness Wo Di, please, please don’t write lyrics again in the future, especially don’t touch other themes. Leave us some room.
Most people no longer care about being amazed, but rather feel sad.
On the other hand, many women's eyes glowed green and they looked eagerly at where King Yan was. If many plainclothes guards hadn't appeared one after another and set up security around King Yan, some of them might have been tempted to pounce on him.
At the same time, they couldn't help but ridicule Tang An'an for not knowing how to appreciate others. They were also jealous of Ji Ni's bad luck and got the biggest prize, and they also had some pity for Yan Ran'er...
In fact, even if she loses the top oiran title, Yan Ran'er is not considered a loser. After all, the appearance of King Yan makes this oiran convention so extraordinary. It will definitely become famous all over the world and be talked about by the world. The three leaders will also follow. His reputation spread all over the world.
But Yan Ran'er herself didn't think so. The excitement of gaining and losing planted a seed of hatred in her heart, and her face was slightly distorted.
Tang Anan opened his mouth unconsciously, his mind filled with shock. He couldn't believe that King Yan could really compose five more masterpieces.
Ji Ni was also stunned, but she was so happy that the oiran fell on her head. This was something she never dared to dream of.
The person responsible for copying was still Zhou Mi, who was already a little numb at this moment. "Your Highness, is there anything else?"
"Huh? Aren't these enough for Ji Ni to win the championship? Then let's play a few more songs..." Zhao Mengqi shrugged.
Zhou Mi hurriedly waved his hand, "That's enough, that's enough for today, His Highness. Even now, when I see His Highness writing lyrics like drinking water, I have already lost confidence in poetry."
"Poems are just word games, as long as you have the skills." Zhao Mengqi pretended to be cool again.
Although it's not high-end fun, and it relies on plagiarism, it's still fun.
Of course, Zhao Meng Qishun also had other purposes, "My Lord, poetry is just a pastime, that is, it just cultivates one's sentiments. It's better not to get too obsessed with it."
"It would be fine if it was a prosperous age, it would be the icing on the cake for civilization, but now the country is in a critical situation, and the barbarians will trample them under their iron hooves at any time. What's the use of just reciting poems and lyrics all day long in the world!?"
"Instead of waiting for the country to fall and only using poetry to express the hatred of the country and the longing for the homeland, it is better to focus on practical matters and contribute our own efforts to save the world and relieve those in need, so as to avoid those sorrows."
Perhaps it was the shock of the ten pieces of thoughts that Zhou Mi said to King Yan, but he listened attentively, "His Highness's words are like bitter medicine, and the students will be taught!"
Zhou Mi not only bowed deeply, but also addressed Zhao Mengqi, who was seven or eight years younger than himself, as a student, indicating that he was truly convinced.
And Wang Yisun is only eighteen years old, so he is more likely to be passionate and unable to hide it.
He bowed excitedly and said, "Your Highness, I have figured it out and will immediately enter Prince Yan's Mansion to study hard, do practical things, and do my best to serve the people of the country!"
"Uh..." Zhou Mi's mind was racing with thoughts, and he quickly gritted his teeth, "His Royal Highness will not give up, and the students are willing to join the show."
"Hahaha! Very good, very good. I am very lucky to have two talented people helping me." Zhao Mengqi laughed and turned his eyes to Wu Wenying, "Mr. Wu, I would like to ask you to help them more in government affairs in the future. It just so happens that you are all talented, so you can discuss poetry in your free time."
Wu Wenying's old face turned bitter, "Your Highness's words awakened the dreamer. I have composed many poems in my life and am very proud of them. Looking back now, I realize that I have accomplished nothing. This life seems to have been in vain. I am really ashamed. What's more, With Your Highness Zhuyu here, I am really ashamed to talk about poetry anymore, that’s all, that’s all, I won’t touch poetry for the rest of my life, I just want to do more practical things.”
Zhao Mengqi smiled knowingly, but understood that this was just a temporary impression of the old man. Maybe he would spend less time on poetry in the future, but it is impossible not to touch it at all. Some things have been engraved in his bones, and it cannot be changed by just changing them. of.
"Old Wu's words are serious. How can you say that you have accomplished nothing? Although you have not been an official, you have been away from home for nearly thirty years. You have also served the country. As for poetry, there is no harm in entertaining it occasionally."
It was impossible for Zhao Mengqi to completely deny poetry. After all, the imperial examination also required this test. He reduced poetry to entertainment, which also meant that he wanted to lower the status of poetry.
In the field, some thoughtful people were keenly aware of this and felt that King Yan might exclude poetry from the imperial examination when he came to power in the future.
If other emperors did this, they would inevitably attract countless criticisms, but now King Yan is completely dominating the world of poetry. If he does this, it will be difficult for others to say anything.
This may not seem like much, but scholars basically study to become officials. If poetry is useless for the imperial examination, then the direction of their study will naturally change accordingly.
Wu Wenying only thought that King Yan was trying to comfort herself, and couldn't help but shake her head and smile bitterly, "You know what you are doing, even if you are an old man, it is a work of painstaking effort, and it is worse than what your Highness recited casually..."
It seems that Wu Wenying was so shocked that her mentality collapsed. Zhao Mengqi quickly changed the subject, "The Oiran Convention is here, and it should have a happy ending. You should announce it."
The result has been decided and there is nothing to dispute. Ji Ni is the number one, Tang An'an is the second, and Yan Ran'er is ranked third.
Zhao Mengqi was actually not interested in this. He felt that the biggest gain from this trip was the recruitment of two young talents.
I don’t know how the two people who were supposed to be two of the four great poets in the late Song Dynasty could be trained by Zhao Mengqi. Anyway, Chinese culture will probably suffer losses.
Zhao Mengqi planned to get out of the way without waiting for the celebrations to follow.
At this time, Ji Ni ran over and shouted, "Your Highness, stay."
Zhao Mengqi turned around in confusion and joked, "I wonder if Ji Zhuangyuan has any advice?"
"The number one scholar in the slave family is just a joke. It was given by His Highness. I dare not take it seriously." Ji Ni's face was red and her eyes were full of love. "The slave family admires Your Highness very much. I don't dare to recommend a pillow to you, but I am willing to serve as a pillow for Your Highness." There is a female envoy by my side, and if His Highness does not dislike her, tomorrow I can make a contract to serve His Highness."
Although Ji Ni is a romantic woman, she is not from a happy background. She is still a commoner. It is much easier to be a good person, as long as the brothel where she lives is willing to let people go.
Under normal circumstances, the brothel would definitely not give up this cash cow that they have painstakingly cultivated. But if they meet King Yan, they have to be willing even if they don't want to. As for the ransom money, it is probably indispensable, but they don't dare to open their mouths. Ji Ni estimated that the private house he had saved should be enough.
However, Zhao Mengqi shook his head, "I don't think it's necessary..."
"Your Highness, the slave family is still innocent and will not taint His Highness's reputation..."
Ji Ni looked eager, not because she really admired Zhao Mengqi, but because she wanted to take advantage of this great opportunity to use the power of King Yan to escape from the world. If she could really be admitted into the side room by Zhao Mengqi, even if she had no name or status, it would be a big deal for her. An excellent homecoming.
Zhao Mengqi looked at her deeply and said, "It's better not to give up. We have a Hedong lion at home."
After saying that, he turned around and left.
Ji Ni looked at his retreating back and was stunned for a long time. Finally, she stamped her feet and said to herself, "I won't give up!"
She thinks that her appearance and figure may not be as good as those of Tang An'an and Wanwan, but they are not much different. King Yan is still young and admires her, so it is impossible not to be tempted. As for the Hedong Lion, it is just a poor excuse. He is the prince and the inner house. How dare you be arrogant.
It's a pity that Ji Ni has never read the Legend of Huan, otherwise she should have understood that the Hedong lion in Zhao Mengqi's mouth could not do anything to him, but it could still eat people, and it would eat crows that tried to fly up the branches.
The oiran convention was over, and everyone dispersed one by one as they still had their thoughts.
Yan Ran'er, with a dark face, got on Lu Shikui's carriage.
Lu Shikui's eyes were sinister, but he said leisurely, "Big Tanhua, what's there to be angry about? Although you didn't win the first prize, you are still in the spotlight. Even the oirans in the past don't have the glory of Tanhua like you."
Yan Ran'er bit her lip, "I don't care about the scenery, but being treated like a monkey makes me unable to swallow this breath!"
Indeed, after tomorrow, Yan Ran'er is likely to become the laughing stock of many people.
"So what, I'm the crown prince..." Lu Shikui seemed to be trying to persuade, but also seemed to be provoking.
Yan Ran'er's eyes were full of evil, "What's wrong with the Crown Prince? He's willing to be cut off to drag the Emperor down!"
"Haha..." Lu Shikui chuckled, "This time, I have contributed money and effort for you, shouldn't you show some expression?"
Yan Ran'er frowned, thinking carefully, "I understand what you mean. It's not impossible to fulfill what I promised you before, but you have to do something for me first..."
"What's the matter? Don't say anything about serious matters. I won't be so lustful that I'm in a coma." Lu Shikui raised his eyebrows.
Yan Ran'er was slightly disappointed, and after thinking for a while, she said, "Of course it won't happen, but I have to think about it carefully, and it won't take long."
Lu Shikui flashed a hint of cat-and-mouse expression, then stretched, "That's up to you..."
In the South Garden, people go to the building but it is not empty.
In the dark room near the Immortal Pavilion, Zhang Shu and Tang Anan sat opposite each other across the tea table.
White mist rose from the hot tea in the cup, and Zhang Shu's expression could not be seen clearly, "You performed very well today, which is a good start."
Tang An'an was a little puzzled, with confusion in his eyes, "Didn't I say before that you should act according to Wanwan's character and just give in to her? Shouldn't I deliberately reject him to arouse his desire to conquer? Why did he simply Are you unmoved?"
Zhang Shu slowly picked up the tea cup and fiddled with the tea with the cup lid, making the tea mist more diffuse. "King Yan is more elusive than we expected. He is always unexpected and unconventional. Therefore, we still need to be more cautious. Maybe I'm lucky, although today is somewhat different from the plan, the effect seems to be better."
"Then, do I still need to stay in Gusu and try to get close to him?" Tang Anan lowered his eyebrows.
Zhang Shuqian drank tea, moistened his throat, and shook his head, "No need, you can only catch big fish by playing a long game. You should stay away from him deliberately first and relax his vigilance. Men, it's too easy to get, but it doesn't matter... Tomorrow , then you set off back to Lin'an, and someone there will arrange the next step... The old ones are easier to deal with than the younger ones..."
p. This plot is mainly to lay some hidden clues. It was originally planned to be about 10,000 words, but I didn’t expect it to drift away as I wrote it.
I don’t have the ability to control well, and I’m used to writing more carefully. Hey, a colored pen is a colored pen, and food is the original sin...
Some people say that I don’t understand this or that. This is true. We are just ordinary people. Many things are obtained from information. It is not wrong to say that I copied.
I would also like to thank readers for their support. I'm sorry if I disappoint you. I also accept criticism. I just hope that I can be calmer. Others can just use ginseng and rooster, and it will not be replenished.
