After the first few seconds of silence, Zui Lai Lou burst into laughter.
Not one person, almost everyone.
Many scholars laughed so hard that they fell to the ground.
Laughter endures, it is still the sound of laughter, the sound of laughter.
Chu Qing's face was full of disappointment.
The level of these scholars is not good either.
They all express their emotions from a female perspective, and they are also bursting out and inspiring after silence, full of positive energy. What's even more rare is that my "poetry" is easy to understand and has the same rhyme, so there is nothing ridiculous about it.
Qiu Wanshan was always embarrassed. He was so embarrassed that he could dig out an undersea tunnel with his feet. He could just get in and avoid being embarrassed for the rest of his life.
The one who laughed the loudest was Li Heming, baring his big teeth and stroking his beard while laughing wildly.
Otherwise, the shopkeeper has received professional training. He bit his thick lips and did not smile, but he was trembling and it was quite uncomfortable.
Chu Qing glanced at the shopkeeper: "Isn't it good?"
The shopkeeper said nothing and pointed to the laughing scholars below, which was self-evident.
Sighing, Chu Qing looked depressed and spoke again.
"Well, let's look at this one. There is a different appreciation for flowers when they bloom, and a different sadness for flowers when they fall. I want to ask where I miss you when the flowers bloom and fall. Is this the same type as Tao Yi's?"
The laughter disappeared. The scholars in the room were dumbfounded, and Li Heming's laughter also stopped abruptly.
Chu Qing frowned: "Isn't that the case? What about this, holding the grass and forming a united heart, we will be friends forever, the spring silk is being cut off, and the spring birds are mourning again, will this work?"
Inside the house, it was as quiet as a ghost movie shooting scene. The scholars were speechless and had various expressions on their faces.
Li Heming's mouth moved and his expression changed drastically: "This poem..."
Chu Qing thought that the old man's words were not consistent, so he quickly interrupted: "That one, that one is full of flowers, it turns into two lovesickness, the hosta hangs towards the mirror, does the spring breeze know it?"
Li Heming took a breath: "This..."
"Your mother is still not satisfied with your size. She is looking for you. She is deserted and miserable. It is most difficult to breathe when it is warm and then cold. Three cups and two glasses of light wine are no match for him. The wind is blowing late at night. , the wild geese are passing by, I am sad, but we are old acquaintances."
With a "buzz" sound, the first floor finally exploded.
Everyone is talking about something, but everyone doesn’t even know what they are saying, because they need to say something, and it doesn’t matter whether others hear it or not, because only in this way can they show that they understand and show that they understand. Their level of appreciation is very high, as if the more excited they are, the higher their level is.
Chu Qing showed a satisfied smile.
Plagiarizing blindly, plagiarizing wherever I think of it, there is one that makes everyone "satisfied".
A middle-aged scholar suddenly shouted: "On the literary list and the poetry list, on the poetry list, and on the poetry list, all of them should be Master Qiu's masterpieces!"
When he shouted, others echoed loudly.
"That's right, Mr. Qiu is a great talent. These poems will be remembered for eternity!"
"Publish the list. The shopkeeper will do it now, make a copy of it, and send it to the place where other literati gather."
"Master Qiu's poems are enough to praise Changjing, Master Qiu is a great talent!"
Many people began to salute Qiu Wanshan. This is what Zhongzhou scholars are like. After hearing about a masterpiece, they feel as if their spirit has been sublimated, and they are happier than picking up money.
"What I do in my spare time is just improvisation." Qiu Wanshan was obviously excited as if something else. He was breathing heavily, but he tried his best to appear calm and calm: "I am busy with official duties, so it is just impromptu. Everyone. Too much love."
It took Chu Qing a long time to realize that the few poems just now were enough, but the last poem was on the second list, that is, the "Ci" list.
The shopkeeper was quite sensible and quickly pressed his hands and saluted: "Masters, Mr. Qiu has three poems, I don't know which one is the best. Besides, Mr. Li hasn't..."
Before he finished speaking, Qiu Wanshan suddenly walked to the stage with his hands behind his back, and gave a slight salute to Li Heming, who had a very complicated expression: "Qiu has made a fool of himself. Mr. Li hasn't opened his mouth yet. How dare Qiu say that he has come out on top?" I hope everyone can appreciate Mr. Li’s masterpiece.”
This time, it was Li Heming's turn to be embarrassed, his old face was just two words - so embarrassing!
He had prepared a few poems, it was true, but at most they were poems about Dou Dou Tao Yi, and he might not be able to win the competition.
Looking at Chu Qing's four poems just now, they can be said to be masterpieces handed down from generation to generation. Once he reads them out, is he overestimating his abilities and making people laugh?
Seeing Li Heming hesitant and silent, Qiu Wanshan laughed: "Mr. Li just said that Qiu was a person who stole poems, but he didn't know that these four poems that have won the house a lot of praise, no, let's just call them three poems. I don’t know which famous artist it is?"
After finishing speaking, Qiu Wanshan turned his head and looked at everyone: "Everyone, has anyone heard of the poem that my worthy brother recited just now?"
"No, absolutely not!"
"Master Qiu is a great talent. If it had been done by someone else, how could we not have heard about it?"
"These two poems are very stylish, as if they were written by a woman. If you have heard them, you will never forget them."
There was a hint of depression in Qiu Wanshan's eyes.
He had just heard that what Chu Qing read seemed to be made by old women.
But it doesn’t matter, as long as it’s a masterpiece, the worst thing is that I have a heart as gentle as a woman’s.
Qiu Wanshan turned around again and looked at Li Heming: "Mr. Li, why don't you recite it? You just said five poems, no, just one. We are fighting on the same stage, why don't you say anything?"
"I..." Li Heming's face was as red as a pig's liver and he was speechless.
Qiu Wanshan is a man who doesn't show mercy to others when he has the advantage: "Read it, read it, didn't Mr. Li just take the lead on this stage to speak out his masterpiece? Read it quickly, I can't wait."
Not to mention Li Heming, Chu Qing wanted to give Qiu Wanshan a slap in the face, this bastard was so good at talking.
"I..." Li Heming finally pretended to be brave, sneered, and then said loudly: "I have important matters at home, so I can't delay, so I'll take my leave!"
Then, under the confused gaze of Chu Qing, Li Heming just left. His back looked like he had just left proudly after giving everyone a slap in the face and pretending to be successful.
No one really cares about Li Heming. They all congratulated Qiu Wanshan on the stage and said that Master Qiu must be on the literary list this month. Even if other literati gathered there, no one would compare his poems. Mr. Qiu's masterpiece is still... still a masterpiece.
Chu Qing also had nothing to do, and was ranked third on the list out of pure curiosity.
It's a match. Chu Qing tilted his head and then said to the shopkeeper: "What the hell, come to me... Come to my Lord Qiu's house. I'm lonely and cold and a widow. All three of them are Lord Qiu's. It's not bad." One more.”
The shopkeeper didn't think anything was wrong at first. After turning his head over and over again, his expression changed drastically: "Everyone, please be quiet. Mr. Qiu also has a couple. He also has a couple. He is a lonely widow with an empty window."
For the Nth time, everyone became quiet again and looked at Qiu Wanshan, astonished.
It is worth mentioning that, in addition to being shocked, many people's eyes looked a little strange.
The poems she wrote were all from a woman's point of view. As for this couple, they were absolutely, absolutely, absolutely, but this couple was an old woman who had never seen a man in her eight lifetimes. She couldn't even think of it.
That’s right, loneliness, coldness, window-less widowhood, originally came from a woman from the south of the Yangtze River when the Ming and Qing dynasties changed. This woman from the south of the Yangtze River was not only beautiful, but also extremely talented. She was full of disappointment in the world at that time. After becoming a nun, she became a nun in the temple. This couplet was written on the wall, and it was said that if anyone came out, she would marry him.
In short, the seven words in this couplet express one meaning: loneliness, getting lonely, and those who are lonely don’t want it anymore.
Therefore, everyone looked at Qiu Wanshan in a strange way.
