Mudan asked curiously: "What does Sister Qinglan mean?"
Chen Qinglan's maid suddenly appeared at the door, "Miss, the sedan has been waiting at the door for a long time."
Only then did Chen Qinglan remember that she was about to go out, but because of this poem, she was delayed a lot of time. She said to Mudan: "Mudan, I want this calligraphy treasure. Who is this young master? Please help me remember it carefully. I will also You have to go out and wait until I come back." After saying this, he glanced at the poem before reluctant to leave.
After Chen Qinglan left, Mudan chuckled: "You win if you speak first. I wanted this calligraphy treasure." After saying that, he lowered his head to read the poem again and murmured: "It's a pity that the writing is not very good and it doesn't deserve it." Such a good poem.”
Qingyun Palace was waiting. After waiting for a long time, He'er still didn't announce the results. Someone asked: "Why did the results take so long today?"
Someone laughed and said, "I'm afraid that the poems written by Mr. Zhao and Mr. Wu today are half the same, and Mrs. Peony will have a hard time choosing."
"I don't think it's entirely true. I'm afraid that Lady Peony was shocked by the good poetry and couldn't help herself for a long time." There is something in this statement.
Mr. Luo and Mr. Cheng knew what they were doing. They looked at each other from time to time and smiled meaningfully. Naturally, this number one was among them. I wonder who else among these unlearned and unskilled young masters could win. Poetry surpasses them.
Lu Shiju no longer cared about the result. Looking at Xie Fu who fell asleep standing up again at some point, he was worried about it. How could he forget the last two lines? It was simply unreasonable. He didn't read the last two lines today. I'm just afraid he won't be able to sleep.
"I'm coming."
Lu Shiju heard the news and went away, only to see He'er Shanshan coming and standing in the center with a smile on her face.
Everyone present looked at He'er, but Tantai Wenwang seemed to have figured it out. He didn't express any hope and had a calm expression on his face.
In the midst of everyone's expectations, He'er smiled and said: "According to the old rules, today's poetry competition will be ranked first, second, and third. The rest will not be ranked. I will announce the third place first."
"The third place is Master Wu Jie."
Third place! Wu Jie and Mr. Cheng next to him were both surprised. How could he be ranked third? Wu Jie couldn't help but asked: "Is there a mistake?"
Zhao Yuanfei laughed happily. Mr. Luo next to him was a little curious. Cheng Wenzheng's poems ranked third. Who ranked second? Is there any poetry talent among these young gentlemen who is not equal to the two of them? .
He'er smiled and said: "Master Wu, is this a poem written by you? If so, then it is correct."
After He'er finished speaking, the maid next to her returned the poem written by Wu Jie. Wu Jie took it and saw that it was indeed written by him. There was an extra word "season" on the paper. This word "season" should be written by Peony. Then there is nothing wrong in saying that.
Soon many people realized the wonder of Wu Jie's third place. Who was the second place? Everyone looked at each other, very curious as to who the second place was. They knew each other well.
Tantai Wenwang suddenly became energetic. Could it be that I was second? It's a pity that he just wrote it in a hurry due to time constraints, let alone read it.
He'er met everyone's curious and expectant eyes and said with a smile: "The second place is Mr. Zhao Yuanfei."
As soon as these words came out, they screamed in surprise, because this result was really beyond their expectations, and they started whispering among themselves.
Zhao Yuanfei was surprised, I am the second place, so who is the first place? This is simply unreasonable.
Tantai Wenwang felt regretful that he didn't even get second place. It seemed like I was just wishful thinking.
He'er smiled and said nothing, and someone asked: "Miss He'er, isn't this first place vacant?"
When everyone heard this, they all felt that it was reasonable. Sometimes in this poetry competition, the first place would be better than the first place. After all, Madam Peony takes the opportunity to meet her in person. If she doesn't write a good poem that can catch her eye, she doesn't want to see this person. This is understandable. Often at this time, the person in charge will compose a poem himself to overwhelm the crowd to show justice.
Mr. Luo and Mr. Cheng both smiled bitterly. They knew the talent and learning of the brothel ladies. After all, they made a living and were proud of it. What's more, in a brothel of this level like Qin House, a lady can be on the top of the flower list. , which one is not a talented woman.
He'er showed a deep smile and said loudly: "The winner of today's poetry competition is Mr. Tantai Wenwang Tantai!"
What! ! !
Everyone's eyes are focused on Tantai Wenwang. It seems that Tantai Wenwang didn't bring any help today?
what happened? Could it be that Tantai Wenwang has always been hiding something secretly?
impossible! I'm afraid he copied this poem from somewhere.
But if it is said to be copied, at least the topic of today's poetry competition should be prepared in advance.
It’s really a bit confusing, but what is certain is that there is a lot of mystery in it.
And Tantai Wenwang was completely confused for a moment.
Among the people present, I am afraid that only Lu Shiju seemed calm. In this poem, apart from Lady Peony being blind, Lady Peony was obviously not blind. Compared with this outcome that could have been predicted long ago, what worried Lu Shiju was the last two lines of the poem. What exactly is a sentence.
It took Tantai Wen a while to react, and he was extremely happy. He didn't expect happiness to come so quickly, and he suddenly became ecstatic.
This pretty face... Nick really helped me realize my wish. He wanted to pick this pretty face up and kiss him a few times. No, I have to calm down and reward him well later...
He'er said softly: "Master Tantai."
Tantai Wenwang stood up, and He'er immediately cast his gaze towards Wang Wenwang, his eyes filled with unabashed admiration and respect, "Mr. Tantai, if Madam Peony invites you, please come with me."
Tantai Wenwang chuckled, and proudly said, "Masters, I accept the concession." As he said that, he walked towards He'er.
Tantai Wenwang followed He'er and was about to leave the table. Zhao Yuanfei stood up and said loudly: "Wait a minute! I'm not convinced. At least let me know what kind of poem is better than what I wrote."
He'er chanted: "The black lantern reflects the neon clothes building, and the light clothes are scented. It's not like the immortal king's clouds and cicada steps. He goes straight up to the sky at night and is unparalleled."
After He'er finished chanting, he took Tantai Wenwang and left, leaving a group of people to read slowly...
Lu Shiju was the first to react. He was waiting for the last two sentences. He stepped lightly, fluttering his sleeves and shaking his coat. This step was quite immortal, and he chanted: "It's not the immortal king's cicada steps."
People walk under the colorless glass, look up at the dark night, point their fingers at the blue sky, and boldly chant the last sentence: "There are countless people who reach the sky."
Some people have not yet read this poem well, but Lu Shiju has already given them the most intuitive interpretation. At this time, Lu Shiju's temperament changed drastically, and he became quite elegant and immortal.
Except for Mr. Luo and Mr. Cheng who are still studying deeply, the others have already exploded...
Xie Fu was still standing and fell asleep.
