"This song is dedicated to Miss Huayun by Master Wang of the Wang family..."
"This song was dedicated to Su Meiyu by Master Lu Fengyu of the Lu family..."
"The next chapter is dedicated to Miss Huayun by Mr. Zhou Shilang..."
A poem came out in awe, quickly overshadowing the silence of Li Chongyi's "quatrain" just now.
The Wensheng on the stage knew how to manipulate the atmosphere skillfully. Su Meiyu and Hua Yun each read a poem, which was a bit like the flowers competing for popularity.
This led to loud applause and compliments from time to time.
In this poetry competition, most of the other eight among the top ten flower singers were just going through the motions. After all, only Su Meiyu and Huayun were the most beautiful and had the most poems submitted to them.
And the person who finally wins the poetry competition will have the right to decide who to spend the night with, and the qualification to redeem his life...
While counting poems on the stage, Qin Huaiying's nervous expression in the audience became more and more serious.
Tang Sufan couldn't help but comfort him: "Don't worry Huaiying, but...this matter of Su Meiyu's redemption...have you thought about it?"
Qin Huaiying nodded and said: "I have brought out my savings over the years, it should be enough!"
Tang Sufan grinned slightly, shook his head, and said, "What I'm asking is, are you sure you want to redeem Sister Meiyu after she is redeemed? Do you want to take her back?"
Why is this kid so worried?
Aren't you afraid that your rigid father will kill you?
Qin Huaiying was stunned, but still said: "Where is father..."
Halfway through the words, I was not sure yet...
Tang Sufan couldn't help but twitch his eyebrows. If he helped him win this poetry competition today, the door god wouldn't come to settle the score with him personally!
How can I resist the big man's trump card?
Damn it, don’t cheat me~
At this time, Wen Sheng on the stage suddenly said.
"This song was dedicated to Miss Su Meiyu by Prince Qin Huaiying of the Duke of Yi State..."
As soon as these words came out, many people forgot the direction of Qin Huaiying's table and were confused for a moment...
Will the son of Duke Yi, Wu Lang of the Qin family, participate in this kind of poetry competition?
Could it be that Mr. Qin Qiong’s trump card is already at his disadvantage?
Even Su Meiyu on the stage couldn't help but glance at Qin Huaiying's face repeatedly with her beautiful eyes.
Still couldn't help but feel gloomy...
After reading the poem in his hand, Wen Sheng from the viewing platform was stunned for a moment, and then he couldn't help but be amazed in his eyes.
After being stunned for a few seconds.
Then he quickly regained his composure and read loudly.
"The sky is filled with mist and gentle rain!"
"The autumn period of Yin and Han Dynasties will be the same throughout the ages..."
As soon as the poem came out, many literary talents were shocked at the same time!
Before everyone could recall it.
Then, Vincent's voice when reciting poems suddenly softened.
""How much joy and separation~"
"Every year... in this night..."
As the poem ended, the whole hall fell silent.
This sudden and real quatrain! Countless people were so shocked that their eyes widened, and they even forgot to shout and praise for a moment...
Using the metaphor of the sky full of stars and rivers, it symbolizes my attachment, and I use the thought of love to understand my love...
The hidden meaning behind it is even more memorable...
In the early Tang Dynasty, when literacy levels were extremely low, such a poem was a "bomb" of surprise and difference!
At this time, someone in the lobby burst out with such admiration.
"Okay! This is a quatrain!"
Immediately, the entire Chunxin Pavilion's onlookers and literati cheered, and they continued to cheer...
Su Meiyu glanced in the direction of Qin Huaiying, moved her lips slightly, and said in a soft voice: "How much joy and hatred, year after year, come together in this night..."
"Happiness... separation from hatred..."
Su Meiyu's eyes suddenly flashed with sparkle...
She seemed to see the sturdy little boy who liked to be close to her from time to time when she was a child.
She seemed to recall her sad feelings after he left...
She saw it again...
That young man who comes to Chunxin Pavilion from time to time not for fun, but just to take a look at himself...
Vincent stopped reciting poems, and even Mrs. Chun looked surprised.
It is naturally a joy to see such a quatrain appear in Chunxin Pavilion today.
Presumably within a day, this poem will be chanted in Chang'an City, and the reputation of Chunxin Pavilion will be greater than that of other brothels...
So, let them discuss it and argue for a while...
When Song Yingcai was at the table, their faces suddenly turned green and white.
No one could have imagined that Qin Huaiying could compose such a quatrain!
It can be said to be a complete crushing in terms of strength...
"No, this poem was definitely not written by Qin Huaiying!"
When everyone was sighing, Song Yingcai raised his head, looked in the direction of Tang Sufan, and whispered.
Cui Xu turned his head, looking a little confused for a moment: "Oh? You mean..."
The two looked at each other, and after a while, they raised the corners of their mouths and nodded slightly.
I see……
It is wonderful to give you a pillow when you are sleepy.
This time it was just right, so he would be ruined and his reputation would be ruined in order to avenge the previous incident at Qinghe Garden.
"Wait! I have doubts!"
Immediately, Song Yingcai stood up directly, stretched out his hand and shouted, which was particularly conspicuous.
At this moment, everyone in the room looked over.
Tang Sufan frowned. Damn it, this bitch is going to become a monster...
Wen Sheng on the stage asked: "Um, Mr. Song, do you have any questions?"
Song Yingcai ignored it, turned his head and asked directly in the direction of Qin Huaiying: "Young Master Qin, how are you? May I ask if you wrote this poem yourself?"
Everyone immediately became interested.
It turns out that I want to question this~
Anyway, there was no cost to watch the play, so everyone watched the play quietly.
It seems true that such a quatrain was composed by a young man for no reason. It is a bit unbelievable to say that it was not bought.
What's more, the martial arts of Duke Yi's family are now mentioned, and they naturally think more deeply.
Qin Huaiying had no choice but to stand up, frowned and pretended to be calm and said, "I thought it was written by me. What does it have to do with you?"
Song Yingcai smiled like a strategist and said softly: "Are you sure it wasn't the person next to you who did it?"
After saying that, everyone looked at Tang Sufan.
Suddenly, some people relaxed their brows and exclaimed that this was the case.
Some people around him were confused and asked questions quickly.
After asking, I found out that the person next to Qin Huaiying was the little poetry fairy from the Qinghe Garden Poetry Club a few days ago~
Then it becomes obvious.
Obviously, this young father-in-law hired a writer...
Although the children of your family sometimes hire writers, even if they pay a lot of money to buy their works, these things are tacitly understood.
But after it was revealed...
Naturally, people with a strong sense of moral justice can have the Buddha's light shine upon you.
After all, this is indeed not a glorious thing...
The three of them became tigers, and the cheers in the lobby turned into questions, until they slowly began to turn into calls of responsibility.
Su Meiyu on the stage glanced at Qin Huaiying worriedly.
Hua Yun on the side has changed from being jealous that Su Meiyu got such a quatrain to being proud.
He suddenly said something strange and sinister: "It turns out that I hired someone to write for me. It's really disgusting..."
Su Meiyu frowned fiercely, glanced at Huayun, and then looked at Qin Huaiying worriedly.
Qin Huaiying's complexion fluctuated from blue to red.
Although he had no choice but to do this kind of thing.
But, after all, it is not a glorious thing.
If Tang Sufan ruined his reputation because of this, then Qin Huaiying would naturally not want to...
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