The maids displayed the three pieces one by one. The sound of reciting and murmuring immediately sounded in the Wenxing Hall of Nuo Da.
Ling Er, Da Jiang and other guards all watched the first song together, "Butterfly Love Flower" by Yan Shu.
Ling Er was the most excited.
At this moment, he seemed to have entered a new realm of literature. He didn't know that it was the realm shaped by the Song Ci of Earth. He stood in front of the two maids Dabai and Xiaobai, but he no longer had any thoughts on their innocent faces and attractive career lines. Instead, he was completely immersed in the artistic conception brought by Die Lianhua.
"The chrysanthemums on the threshold are worried about the mist, orchids weep with dew, the curtains are slightly cold, and the swallows fly away. The bright moon does not know the pain of separation, and the slanting light penetrates the Zhuhu at dawn."
"The beauty of desolation! The beauty of separation!" Ling Er chewed the food many times before finally making two comments.
"Last night, the west wind withered the green trees. I went up to the tall building alone and looked across the road to the end of the world. If I want to send a colorful note and a ruler, where can I know where the mountains are long and the rivers are vast?"
He recited another poem, and after pondering for a long time, he murmured and sighed: "This sad and sad sentiment is so beautiful that it is so vast and far-reaching! It is a masterpiece!"
While he was murmuring the words, his mind had already flown far away, as if he was that poor letter, lost in the vastness of the mountains and rivers.
Ling Er has been reciting the first poem and is immersed in it, unwilling to leave.
On the other side, Su Xiaoyun, Ning Yu and his followers were watching the second song.
That is "Su Muzhe" by Fan Zhongyan.
After Su Xiaoyun looked at it for a long time, the hot tears in his eyes finally rolled down. She accidentally glanced at Su San, who was chatting quietly but excitedly with Su Xing, and finally understood why she did this.
As for Ning Yu, he was dismissive at first, but when the followers suddenly stared at Ci Zu and murmured to themselves, as if they had lost their souls, they also started to look at it. From this look, his anger also seemed to be suppressed. It disappeared and sank into the realm of words.
He recited silently in his heart:
"The sky is blue, the leaves are yellow, the autumn colors are in waves, and the waves are green with cold smoke. The mountains reflect the setting sun and the sky meets the water, and the fragrant grass is ruthless, even outside the setting sun. "
"The soul of the darkened country is thinking about the journey. Unless every night, good dreams keep people drunk. Sitting high in the Mingyue Tower, I lean alone, and the wine enters my sad heart, turning into tears of lovesickness."
"This word is so damn good. Even Master doesn't have such sentiments! Yes, because of his teacher, he has never met a woman he likes, so he can't write such a unique love poem! No, no , it’s because my realm is low, the word “sorrow” is not just about love, but from here to there, involving the entire unsatisfactory life!… No, this is the work of that little bastard, I am absolutely I can’t admit that these are good lyrics!”
Thinking of this, he came back to his senses, hummed, and reminded his followers.
Unfortunately, after humming, no one responded.
Then he coughed, three times in total, but still no one responded.
This made him extremely frustrated.
Although the children of those aristocratic families are dandy, they are still somewhat influenced by this land in Sujiang Prefecture, and they have the ability to appreciate music, chess, poetry, calligraphy and painting, and it is rare to see such beautiful and grand new words, so it is very Invest.
Ning Yu was about to get angry, but he still responded to him: "Master, what's wrong with you? Is your throat uncomfortable?"
Potu had no interest in poetry. He was very puzzled when he saw everyone looking at the poems like crazy. But when he heard Ning Yu coughing, he immediately became concerned.
"No, it's just that my throat is a little dry! What do you think of this word?" He asked Potu through a message.
Potu replied: "I don't understand. Is it difficult for the young master to think that this word is good?"
"Uh... just so so, that's all!"
"That's right, I still think Young Master's is the best one. It's great to miss you when you sit down, and miss you when you stand! It's easy to understand!"
Ning Yu secretly sweated that these two sentences were completely modified by Tang Bai, which made the poem easy to understand and raised the entire poem to a higher level.
But he also understood that no matter from the perspective of emotion, aesthetics, or art, it was inferior to the song in front of him.
"You're right! But there's nothing I can do about this girl Su San liking me. As for this guy..." He paused and glanced at Su Xing, who was chatting with Su San, with murderous intent in his eyes, "You don't care. How can you do it to me?"
Potu nodded and stared at Su Xing fiercely.
"By the way, ask him before he dies. If he has other poetry works, be sure to ask him to hand them over, and then give him a complete corpse!"
Potu asked in confusion: "Does it need to be so troublesome?"
Ning Yu said coldly: "Just do it!"
"Yes!" Potu agreed.
After Ning Yu finished explaining, he glanced at Su San again. Su San had an unspeakable femininity all over her body, as if it could turn her heart into water. The unwillingness and deep desire in his eyes were almost overwhelming. Covered up.
Even though Su San wore a girdle, didn't show off her figure, and wore a veil, she still couldn't isolate the natural feminine scent. Instead, it added a mysterious sense of temptation, making people want to find out.
In front of the third poem, a group of guests followed.
Among these people there are also some literati and scholars who are good at writing and writing. Among them was an older gentleman who was Tang Bai's childhood classmate, named Wang Mo. Wang Mo claimed to be half Tang Bai and was quite famous in Sujiang City.
"When will the bright moon come? Ask the blue sky for wine. I don't know what year it is tonight in the palace in the sky. I want to ride the wind back, but I am afraid that it will be too cold in the beautiful buildings and jade houses at high places. I dance to clear the shadows, how can I feel like I am in the human world."
"Wonderful! Wonderful!" After Wang Mo read the upper part of the water tune song, he commented with the word "wonderful".
"Turn around the Zhu Pavilion, lower the Qi household, and the light is sleepless. There should be no hatred, so why do we have to be reunited when we say goodbye? People have joys and sorrows, and the moon waxes and wanes. This is something that is difficult to do in ancient times. I hope that people will live long and share the beauty of the moon thousands of miles away. "
Wang Mo was reading and reading, and suddenly his eyes became wet and he said: "Wonderful, wow, wonderful!"
His exclamation alarmed others, and someone asked: "Mr. Wang, what do you think is so wonderful?"
"The wonderful thing is that he dares to ask heaven! The wonderful thing is that he dares to say that the world is better than heaven! The wonderful thing is that man and the moon are connected, and the moon and man are in harmony! The wonderful thing is that harmony and reunion are happiness and happiness!"
"It makes sense, it really makes sense, Mr. Wang is admirable!"
Su Xing and Su San also heard Wang Mo's comments. Although they didn't say much, they made sense.
Su San suddenly turned red and said, "Mr. Chen, Su San would like to invite you to Tianxing Pavilion for a chat?"
"Sister Su's invitation is a welcome one!" Su Xing was not polite, and this time he made it clear what his purpose was.
"Since Mr. Chen has always called me sister, will Su San be lucky enough to call Mr. Chen brother?" When Su San said, her voice was slightly tight and her face turned red.
Su Xing smiled and said: "Of course!"
Hearing this, the deep well sealed in Su San's heart seemed to have been hit by a stone, reverberating violently.
Plop!
The water ripples with thousands of ripples!
Su San tried his best to calm down and said: "In that case, please ask my brother to wait until I send these people away!"
"Will it embarrass my sister!?"
"No, don't worry, brother!" Su San smiled sweetly and turned around.
This smile was even more charming than Su Daban's smile before, as if there was only this smile left in the Wenxing Hall of Nuo University, which was touching and disturbing.
Su Xing's little heart couldn't help but pound. Su Xing secretly warned: "No, no, the beauties in this world are too powerful. I have to be careful! I am not a prodigal!"
…
Over there, Su Sanlian moved lightly in front of Su Xiaoyun.
"Taiban, since everyone has seen Mr. Chen's lyrics, let's see the guests off!" Su San's face was calm, as if he was not asking for instructions, but giving instructions.
"This..." Su Xiaoyun was a little embarrassed and looked at Ning Yu.
Ning Yu had already turned his attention to Su San, who was wandering over, and heard what Su San said to Su Xiaoyun. At this moment, he was so angry that his lungs were about to explode, his face was ashen, and a chill was raging all over his body.
"What? Does Mr. Ning's words not count?" Su San's voice dropped.
"Presumptuous!" Ning Yu roared, releasing his extraordinary aura and pressing towards Su San.
"Be careful!" Su Xing felt it so clearly that he immediately dodged and stood in front of Su San.
"snort!"
Ning Yu became even more angry when he saw Su Xing heroically saving the beauty, and tried to attack Su Xing's soul with his voice.
However, just as he was snoring, a more powerful snort exploded in his ears, and his snort was completely silenced.
And his body trembled for a while, his face turned pale for a moment, and his soul felt like he had been stabbed hard by a sword, and he was in excruciating pain!
"Master!"
At this moment, his heart was filled with fear! In his perception, the person secretly protecting this place may be the Holy Saint, but he is definitely not someone he can match.
"Master Ning, are you going to embarrass this little girl?" Su San said this, but his voice was already freezing.
When Ning Yu heard it, his heart trembled even more, as if this ordinary voice was a second sword, and he had no way to parry it, which made his already unstable mind instantly dispersed.
He forced his luck to stabilize his mind, but his face was still pale and his back was wet with cold sweat. In this short period of time, he seemed to have experienced a battle that he could not defend or resist.
"Master, why are you so angry and asked me to raze this place!"
Potu thought he was angry and sent a message to him.
"Hmph! I keep my word, sir. Let's go!"
Ning Yu was so frightened when he heard Potu saying that he was going to level this place. He wanted to call him a bastard, "Don't you know there's a master hidden in the dark?" Of course, he didn't dare to say it, for fear that it would be more detrimental to him if he made it clear, so he immediately ordered the general followers to leave here.
"I won't give it away to you, little girl!"
Su San's voice was so weak that there was no trace of humanity.
Ning Yu quickly walked out of Wenxing Hall. He buried all his fear, grievance and anger in his heart, and did not dare to let it out. He was afraid that he would not be able to leave if he continued to talk.
"Master Ning, wait for us!"
"Master Ning, why are you leaving!"
"Master Ning, we can find other flowers!"
The followers left Wenxing Hall mumbling.
Su San did not directly chase away the onlookers, but asked a few maids to take away the three poems, and then took Su Xing to Tianxing Pavilion.
Those spectators finally understood that they were able to catch a glimpse of the courtesan's peerless beauty, and then see these three peerless poems, all because of the young man they laughed at at the beginning.
They looked at Su Xing's leaving figure and sighed:
"What a young man!"
"We are all blinded by old age, this is a peerless genius with extraordinary talents!"
"In my opinion, this Chen Xing'er will be the first literary person in ten thousand years!" Wang Mo suddenly made this judgment.
"No way!"
Someone raised an objection.
