There was silence in the pavilion.
Ji Jin thought about it for a long time before he came back to his senses. There seemed to be a faint plum fragrance on the tip of his nose.
The same was true for Liu Qingfang. After thinking about it for a while, she just felt that the poem was catchy and she felt that she could write it. However, if she really tried to imitate the lyrics, she always lost the original charm.
She quickly showed her favor to Yuan Bao: "Mr. Yuan's "Plum Blossom" is simple and powerful, and the little girl thinks that it will not only be able to go to the pavilion, but it may also be included in the "Daxing Poetry Collection"."
Really so awesome? !
Yuan Bao not only thought that he had picked up the treasure, but also because the poem was not written by himself, he quickly declined.
"This poem was written by me and a friend. Whether it will be included in the poetry collection will be discussed later."
Yuan Bao's polite refusal made Ji Jin more sure that this was a ghostwritten poem.
She couldn't help but become curious as to which gentleman had ghostwritten the book for Yuan Bao.
You must know that for a masterpiece like "Plum Blossom" that can be passed down through the ages, the signature will cost thousands of taels of writing fees.
The Yuan family was able to allow this gentleman to write poems without signing his name, which must have cost him a lot of money.
Regardless of whether it was ghostwritten or not, it must have been written by someone from Jinling.
Ji Jin immediately copied it down in plum blossom seal script, thinking of giving it to Mr. Xu to taste, so that they could have more flavor when fishing on the island.
Unexpectedly, before the poem was finished, another young man with full martial arts spirit came up.
"You haven't asked this young master his name yet?"
"Huaju."
The maidservant looked at the young man who was rich and powerful and reported such a name. He quickly lowered his head and thought many times about the sad incident when the young lady punished her to copy a book of poems.
Liu Qingfang had already covered her mouth and laughed so hard that her branches were trembling, which attracted the young man's attention.
Ji Jin almost laughed, and could only praise: "What a... elegant name."
She loves chrysanthemums very much, and she can only praise her when she is called this name to a tall and tall young man.
"Painting chrysanthemums: The flowers are not in full bloom, and the fun of being independent and sparse is not exhausted. I would rather die with the fragrance in the branches than to be blown away by the north wind."
After reciting the words, the young man breathed a sigh of relief and then announced his family name.
At this time, Ji Jin didn't care whether the other party was called Hua Ju or not. She stared at the patterns on the bamboo curtain, as if she saw the autumn chrysanthemums swaying in the cold autumn wind, and was deeply moved.
"I would rather die holding the fragrance on the branches than blow it away in the north wind..."
This is exactly what she said!
It's just that the strong man in front of him looked anxiously waiting for her to announce the result. It was really hard to imagine that he could write such a poem with integrity.
Not surprisingly, I still found someone to ghostwrite it.
When did such powerful ghostwriters come to Jinling City?
At this time, another person came to read his masterpiece.
Still don’t sign up, just memorize poems first.
""Chunzhuang": Orchid leaves path in the mountains, peach and plum orchards outside the city. Who knows that people are quiet, and I don't notice the noise of birds."
"..."
Ji Jin's red lips were slightly open, and before he could say any words of praise, one after another "talents" holding toilet paper appeared on stage.
It gave Ji Jin a new understanding of famous poems and masterpieces.
who is it?
Which rich and talented ghostwriter wrote so many wonderful sentences?
I already have plum blossoms, orchids and chrysanthemums, but I don’t know what technique and state of mind the ghostwriter will use to chant bamboos!
If Ji Jin hadn't been a peaceful person and thought twice before making a decision, he would have snatched those pieces of papyrus and looked for clues from them.
Those who can write such poems must be leaders in the field of poetry. She will definitely recognize their handwriting after seeing their original handwriting.
"Dear students, please wait for a moment until the little lady has copied your poems, okay?"
Qiu Jin didn't even look at these fake talents, but stared at the crumpled papyrus in their sleeves, feeling heartbroken.
Authentic!
This is a rare and authentic work!
These thugs and losers!
She also wanted to open the eyes of her friend from the capital, Miss Shen, the owner of the island who donated the venue for this talent conference.
As the saying goes: Words are like people.
If the other person is good-looking, that close friend who often complains that she only reads sour poems every day will surely appreciate the beauty of the man and at the same time appreciate the charm of poetry and understand the importance of her interests and hobbies.
Liu Qingfang was also anxious.
In order to make her lover appear in front of the nobles in the capital, she tried her best to get a seat to observe the study, thinking that she would be able to help him when the time came.
But now that there are so many famous and excellent poems published, she really has no confidence that the poem she wrote to her lover will be among the top 100.
Liu Qingfang couldn't help but wonder if her title as a talented girl was obtained too easily because there were too few literate girls in her family.
Otherwise, why would any poem recited by an uneducated young man be so brilliant that she would have the illusion of being unattainable?
Listening to the poem read by another person who walked into the pavilion, Liu Qingfang couldn't help but fantasize: If a man could write such a masterpiece for her, he would be able to sing harmoniously with her.
It's a pity that although her lover Ye Gongzi is familiar with poetry and books, he can only write one or two limericks.
And her fiancé is a loser who won't even be able to secure a place to stay soon...let's not even mention it.
who is it?
Liu Qingfang was both curious and depressed.
Who ruined her good deeds?
…
Xuanwu Lakeside.
Ning Wuyang, who had sold ten poems, carried twenty taels of silver ingots and eighty taels of silver notes. When he saw the last donor walking into the pavilion without being kicked out, he pushed through the crowd and walked back.
Those students who originally ignored the papyrus poems he sold suddenly became red-eyed when they saw that the people who bought the poems had boarded the sedan chair and landed on the island.
"Ning Wuhao, do you have any poems?"
"No, I just took ten of them."
"You are such a big fool. You only sell ten poems for such a good business! Why don't you go back quickly and buy poems to sell? If you buy more, you can give me a discount."
There are also some women wearing cool and revealing clothes, who are also asking insinuatingly where they bought the poems.
"Mr. Ning, could you introduce the poet to us?"
"The little girl admires his talent and wants to recommend herself to him."
In order to make him confess, the girls kept making eye contact, as if he had never seen a woman's first brother.
Recommended pillow seats? Does he really think he can't see that this is a meat seller hired by students?
The beauty trap has been used. It seems that the market for selling poems is huge, but it has caused such a big sensation. Miss Ji in the pavilion must have sensed that something was wrong and it was time to stop.
"The poet is by the lake. Take your time to find him."
Ning Wuyang, who was thought to be a big fool, smiled and gave the facts.
He walked out of the chaotic crowd without looking back.
As soon as he stepped into the alley leading to the medical center, he noticed a gust of fragrant wind following him, as if it had been following him from the lakeside... He suddenly stopped and turned around.
"Oh."
"He discovered it."
Two steps away, two girls with veils on their faces stood.
A female guard with a big body and a round waist.
The one who is more ornately dressed is petite and naive, with a pair of big deer-like eyes that flicker, and the pair of round ones that tremble as he runs, he is extremely cute.
Girls like this are very rare in the era when the trend of high-minded and talented women is popular.
Although her face was covered with a veil, her appearance could not be clearly seen, but the smile in her eyes made people feel good.
"Girl, do you have a problem with me?" Ning Wuchang did not go around in circles with the other party.
The other party didn't beat around the bush with him: "I want to see where you buy the goods, sir."
Restock? oh!
She unexpectedly had no one to look for someone by the lake like Yun Yiyun, the little... oh no, the eldest girl is quite clever.
"Girl, I really only took ten poems. Once they are sold out, they will be gone."
Sincerity is always a must-win.
Ning Wuyang didn't lie, and coupled with his extremely deceptive and harmless face, the other party believed him.
"I thought I was lucky enough to be able to buy a few poems from you and sell them to others for a profit. I know many rich people who love poetry."
The abacus was so loud that it crashed directly into his face.
