Jingye Si?
When he heard the title of the poem, Yunxiang, he was startled. There was no such title among the poems he gave Rong Fei, and Rong Fei didn't even look at the paper he gave him.
Could it be that Rong Fei did it himself?
"There is bright moonlight in front of my bed, I suspect it is frost on the ground. I look up at the bright moon and lower my head to think about my hometown. This poem is... average."
Fan Jian muttered to himself, then turned to look at the people around him, and saw that they were all frowning in thought, with their lips moving and murmuring.
"The words are very simple, the artistic conception is excellent, what a poem!"
Hanlin Xu Jingchuan praised in a low voice while stroking his beard.
"Returning to the original nature, deeply affectionate, and truly a rare masterpiece."
Another Hanlin Kou Yucheng couldn't help but said.
However, both of them had received money from Ren Jinhan to support the show, so they deliberately lowered their voices to prevent others from overhearing.
After Yunxiang, who was holding the pen in her hand, listened to the entire poem, she felt so sad in her heart that she almost shed tears uncontrollably.
This poem is clearly Rong Fei's memory of his hometown Dunzhou and his relatives who died in the disaster.
Ren Jinhan, Fan Jian and others who knew poetry were silent here.
Yunxiang, who thought she understood the emotion contained in the poem, held back tears and wrote quickly.
The people watching upstairs and downstairs were greatly disappointed. Why did Rong Baotou start reciting a poem? How boring, everyone wants to see you ascend.
Naturally, there were people who understood poetry among the onlookers, but at this time they were all immersed in the artistic conception described by Jing Yesi and had not had time to react.
The girls who had been contacted by Yunxiang's personal maid felt a strange atmosphere in the building. They looked around and didn't know what to do. They hesitated whether they should throw down the cheap jewelry they had collected and hidden in their arms.
After reciting the song "Quiet Night Thoughts", no one applauded or supported it.
Gui Gong, who was in charge of recording in front of the flower list, was also a little at a loss.
This poem is very pleasant to listen to, and it shouldn't be without any support.
Ignoring the reactions of others, Rong Fei cleared his throat and continued to recite.
"The light of the lake and the moon are harmonious, and there is no windshield on the surface of the pool that has not been polished..."
"Three or two branches of peach blossoms outside the bamboo, a duck prophet of the warmth of the spring river..."
"Eight hundred miles away, my subordinates are burning, fifty strings are beating outside the Great Wall, and the troops are ordered in autumn on the battlefield."
Memory flashback.
"I will memorize these ancient poems tonight when I get home from school. I will check them one by one in class tomorrow. Anyone who can't memorize them will be punished by standing in the corridor and writing them fifty times."
"Rong Fei, "Remembering Jiangnan""
"Jiangnan is wonderful. I have always known the scenery. When the sun rises, the flowers on the river are redder than fire. When spring comes, the river is as green as blue. How can we not remember Jiangnan?"
Rong Fei gradually found the feeling of being called upon by the teacher to recite ancient poems when he was in elementary school in his previous life. He spoke very fast and clearly, but without any emotion.
After reciting more than a dozen ancient poems in succession, Rong Fei spoke faster and faster, so that the people around him did not have time to carefully consider the beauty of each poem. They could only prick up their ears and memorize it carefully. Every word that came out of my mouth, every word, I was afraid of missing something. Z.br>
Yunxiang was even more embarrassed. She no longer cared about the dignity and beauty of her handwriting. She brushed and brushed her pen like flying, just hoping to write it down without missing a word.
But even so, he still couldn't keep up with Rong Fei's recitation speed.
The two Hanlin editors, Xu Jingchuan and Kou Yucheng, had completely forgotten which side they were from. After a brief discussion with Yun Xiang, they each occupied a desk and helped write records together.
"Wait... wait a minute."
The more Ren Jinhan listened, the more he felt something was wrong, and his face became more and more gloomy.
Although I didn't have time to think carefully about the poems, I still realized that the dozen or so poems that Dao Rongfei recited were exquisite, and even the best poems that were famous throughout the ages.
Is this all done by Rong Fei?
Then his poetic attainments have reached an extremely high level, and it is no exaggeration to call him the first poetic talent in the history.
Ren Jinhan didn't believe it, Fan
Jian didn't believe it, Yue Pengzhai didn't believe it, Zhang Liulang didn't believe it, and everyone who participated in the poetry meeting didn't believe it.
So as the organizer of this poetry meeting and the initiator of the action against Rong Fei, Ren Jinhan felt that he had to stand up and save the situation.
After memorizing more than a dozen poems, Rong Fei happened to feel a little thirsty, so he asked the maid for a cup of herbal tea to soothe his throat, and then asked Ren Jinhan.
"What do you want Mr. Ren to teach you?"
"You wrote all these poems?"
"No, I don't have that ability."
Rong Fei smiled shamelessly.
Phew~ It’s okay if it’s not, it’s okay if it’s not.
The literary talents immediately let out a sigh of relief when they heard this.
If these peerless gifts and good words were all done by Rong Fei, then no matter how they are allowed to fool around in the future, they will never have the face to do so.
"Since you didn't do it, how can you recite it here?"
Ren Jinhan asked.
"Why can't you recite? You only said that you wanted to compete in poetry, and I agreed to recite poetry. I didn't explain in advance that I could only recite my own works."
Rong Fei argued.
"The purpose of holding a poetry meeting is to showcase our talents and let everyone appreciate, criticize and discuss each other. How can we plagiarize other people's hard work in such a grand way? This behavior is not only shameless, it is simply shameless."
Ren Jinhan was also a little shocked by Rong Fei's shamelessness and yelled incoherently.
"Why do you say it's plagiarism? Do you have any evidence?"
"You clearly admitted it yourself just now, and everyone heard it clearly."
"I said yes, but now I say no."
"you…"
"I, I am who I am. Mr. Ren, you are also a scholar, so you can't talk nonsense. Accusing me of plagiarism, fine. Then I have to ask Mr. Ren, who did I plagiarize from? Let him stand up and confront you."
"How do I know whose poem you plagiarized?"
Ren Jinhan was so angry that he shivered.
"I don't know where you are fooling around, or where you can stay cool. Someone is busy with something, so don't disturb me."
After some fussing, Rong Fei stopped talking to Ren Jinhan, coughed a few times, cleared his throat, and continued to recite ancient poems.
"It rains heavily during Qingming Festival..."
"A stranger in a foreign land..."
"The beauty of April in this world is over..."
"Brother Ren, what Rong said makes sense. These poems can become famous poems that will be passed down through the ages. It should be known to the world long ago and be familiar to everyone, but why have I never heard of them? If there are only one or two poems, it will be Forget it, this guy has recited more than twenty poems now, and all of them are touching works, this... this... still doesn't make sense."
At this time, Fan Jian no longer had the brute strength he had before. Looking at Rong Fei opposite, who was shaking his head and reciting poems, he said with a confused expression.
"Absolutely impossible!"
Ren Jinhan gritted his molars and denied.
"The artistic conception contained in these poems, the techniques used, including style, deep meaning, etc. are all very different. How could they be written by one person? Even the poetry immortal on Shushan cannot easily control so many styles. So it must be plagiarism. It must be, it must be."
"But...where's the evidence?"
"Fan Jian, where are you from?"
"I…"
"Mountain outside Qingshan building outside the building..."
"Rong Captou, may I ask which state this "Hangzhou" is? Sorry for my limited knowledge, but I have never heard of it. "
Xu Jingchuan took advantage of the short gap when Rong Fei had just finished reciting "Ti Lin'an Residence" and asked for advice in a humble manner.
"And this "Bianzhou", I only heard that there is a small town called Bian'an in Qingzhou in the south. But it was slightly modified for the sake of rhyme. "
Kou Yucheng also quickly asked for advice.
"Just because Hangzhou doesn't exist now doesn't mean it didn't exist a thousand years ago, and just because it didn't exist a thousand years ago doesn't mean it won't exist a thousand years later. What's important is feelings and meaning, don't get hung up on the minutiae."
Rongfei
While drinking tea to moisten his throat, he joked nonsense.
hiss!
Xu Jingchuan and Kou Yucheng's expressions changed drastically when they heard this, and they took a deep breath. After looking at each other, they bowed respectfully to Rong Fei.
"Students are taught!"
As soon as the two Hanlin editors said this, the expressions of all the scholars participating in the poetry meeting immediately changed.
this…
Ren Jinhan's face turned green with anger from these two people.
Didn’t this young master pay you two to bring trouble?
After drinking a cup of herbal tea, Rong Fei asked Yunxiang in high spirits.
"How many songs are there?"
Yunxiang raised her sleeves and wiped the sweat from her forehead, moved her sore wrists a few times, and after counting the poems recorded by Xu Jingchuan and Kou Yucheng, she looked at Rong Feidao with admiration.
"Sir, there are already thirty-four songs."
"There are still two songs left, let me think about it again."
Rong Fei scratched his head and said.
He had memorized all the poems that he could remember for the time being, but Ren Jinhan and the others had produced a total of thirty-six poems, but there were still two poems missing.
So I can only think about whether there is anything I have missed or not remembered.
"Sir, Yunxiang has a gracious request. Can you choose one of these poems to give to Yunxiang? Just one."
Yunxiang grabbed the belt around her waist and begged with some embarrassment.
"not good."
Rong Fei shook his head without any hesitation.
Yunxiang's delicate body trembled when she heard this, and she almost cried.
Although she had just met Rong Fei tonight, Yun Xiang thought that based on their relationship, asking for a poem was not an excessive request. But I never thought that Rong Fei could be so stingy.
"Although these poems are good, they are not suitable for you. Why don't you listen to this one first? If you don't like it, you can choose from the previous ones."
"ah!"
In a sudden turn of events, Yunxiang immediately turned from sadness to joy.
"The clouds are like my clothes, the flowers are like my face, and the spring breeze is blowing on the threshold, and the dew is thick. If we hadn't met on the top of the jade mountains, we would have met under the moon on Yaotai. How do you like it?"
"Sir, this... this... this poem is... specially made for me!"
Yunxiang's delicate body was trembling, and she could only hold on to the table to steady her body. With a hint of crying, she confirmed to Rongfei in disbelief.
"It's just a poem, it's just a joke."
Rong Fei waved his hand in a pretentious manner.
"Including this one, there are already thirty-five songs. There is still one more to go. Which song should I sing?"
After comforting Yun Xiang, who was about to faint from excitement, Rong Fei held his chin and thought.
Since it is the finishing touch, it must be done beautifully.
The kind that has high intentions and can shock people's hearts.
But I really don’t remember much.
At this time, everyone in the building, regardless of whether they understood poetry or not, were already shocked by Rong Fei's feat of thirty-five poems. Seeing that there was still one last song left, Rong Fei also rarely lowered his head in thought. He was holding back his big move.
They all looked forward to it even more, holding their breaths for fear that the sound would affect Rong Fei's poetry.
The hundreds of prostitutes and maids in the building were almost going crazy with jealousy of Yunxiang.
With this poem by her side, Yunxiang will definitely be selected into the four major oirans again in the oiran selection in January, and may even become the leader - the king of flowers.
Huh! Yes.
Rong Fei suddenly thought of an excellent article that could be used to end it.
"Yueyang Tower" is about worrying about the world's worries first.
