After a cup of tea, Yi Huaqi still didn't stop writing.
At this time, there was a sudden discussion in the venue.
"What's going on? There are no poems at all."
"I don't know. It looks like I'm holding it in there."
"You say you're incompetent and you insist on making a fool of yourself. Isn't this just asking for trouble?"
"Hey, you don't understand. Young people today are just like this. They can do anything in front of beauties. It doesn't hurt at all to steal money from parents and throw it at women. Face is nothing. .”
Everyone started whispering to each other, looking like they were waiting for a good show.
"It's not finished yet. You have to finish it. If you can't finish it, get out of here, brother Hao, and delay your brother Hao's affairs." Liu Hao shouted at the top of his voice with a smile on his face. At this moment, he was suppressed. The long-term suffocation was finally released, and I felt extremely happy.
Wu Yuanshan also frowned slightly and was not sure whether Yi Huaqi could write any good poems. He glanced at the paper in front of Yi Huaqi and glanced at him for a few times, then his eyes lit up. He glanced at Yi Huaqi in disbelief, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
Wang Mu also lowered his head. Listening to the criticism around him, he felt very uneasy. If Yi Huaqi slipped up at this time, the three of them would really have to find a crack in the ground to get in.
The smile on the old madam's face was a little stiff, and she felt that the guy below was taking too long, but she didn't dare to urge him. After all, he was a friend of her big benefactor.
Yue Rong's beautiful eyes rolled around, and she looked at Yi Huaqi with a smile on her face. She felt a bit of anticipation in her heart, looking forward to what the man who gave her a familiar feeling would write.
For a moment, everyone in the venue turned their attention to Yi Huaqi.
Yi Huaqi concentrated on writing without any influence from the outside world.
Suddenly he frowned again, and the movement of his hand stopped. After a long time, his eyes lit up, and he wrote a few strokes, then he smiled, picked up the paper, dried the ink, and handed it to the waiting person. The boy.
"Hahaha, Brother Yi finally finished writing." Wu Yuanshan smiled softly and said to Yi Huaqi.
"I'm not forced by you." Yi Huaqi let out a sigh of relief, complained, and then calmed down, "I finally figured out the last few sentences, and I'm quite satisfied."
"Well, then I'll just wait for the masterpiece to come out." Wu Yuanshan nodded.
Yuerong took Yi Huaqi's poem, glanced at Yi Huaqi who looked calm and composed, and then looked at the poem in his hand.
When she first saw it, Yue Rong's body trembled and the smile on her face froze.
She is a performer but not a prostitute, so she is naturally not comparable to the other women in the brothel. Not only can she dance and sing, she is also quite proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting. Otherwise, who would be willing to pay for her for no reason.
So she can tell the quality of a poem at a glance.
Beautiful eyes flow, from above
After reading it to the end, she then read it from the beginning again. After repeating it several times, Yuerong closed her eyes slightly and recited silently in her heart, feeling the artistic conception of the poem. After a long time, she opened her eyes and looked at Yi Huaqi. A bright smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and two dimples sunk into his cheeks.
She handed the poem in her hand to the boy beside her, and then said calmly.
"Mr. Yi, I will go back to my room and wait for you. I am willing to sing a song for you personally. Please don't dislike it."
After finishing speaking, he turned around and walked to his boudoir, ignoring the surprised looks of others.
"What!" Jiang Wenlai raised his head, shook his feather fan, and looked like he was waiting to see a joke. Hearing these words, his expression changed instantly, and then he shouted in disbelief, "How is this possible? That kid's Is the poem better than mine?”
"Impossible, you Baifenglou are working together to deceive people." At this time, Liu Hao also stepped forward and roared angrily.
Yuerong did not recite Yi Huaqi's poem. Everyone in the audience did not know what Yi Huaqi wrote. Seeing the change in the situation, they all started shouting.
"Quickly take out the poem written by that boy and read it."
"Yes, I haven't seen this poem yet, so why is he the first? I don't accept it."
"Take it out quickly, or I will destroy your store."
All kinds of yelling and cursing voices immediately started to pour out, and the scene was almost out of control.
"Hua Qi, you are so awesome!" Wang Muye, who had always lowered his head, immediately looked up at Yi Huaqi in disbelief and exclaimed when he heard that Yi Huaqi had won the first place.
"Congratulations to Brother Yi, I admire you." Wu Yuanshan also raised his hand to Yi Hua Qiyi at this time.
"Hahaha, it's just a fluke." Yi Huaqi scratched his head unnaturally, his cheeks slightly red.
"How can you say this is a fluke? I have long seen that Brother Yi's literary talent is not comparable to ours. As soon as this word came out, even if we look at Brother Yi's works in ancient and modern times, it is considered a shocking work. I think it will be difficult for future generations to surpass it. Yes." Wu Yuanshan flattered.
"Hehehe." Yi Huaqi chuckled.
At this time, Yi Huaqi's poem was displayed, and someone in Baifeng Tower read it loudly.
When will the bright moon come? Ask the sky for wine.
I wonder what year it is today in the palace in the sky?
I want to ride the wind back home, but I'm afraid it's too cold in the high places.
Dancing clear shadow, like in the world!
Turn to the Zhu Pavilion, look down at the Qihu, and the light will make you sleepless.
There shouldn't be any hatred, so what's the point of saying goodbye?
People have joys and sorrows, separations and reunions, and the moon waxes and wanes. This is a difficult thing in ancient times.
Nung, moon and new moon.
After the words fell, there was silence in the venue. Everyone was shocked and shocked. Their hearts seemed to be driven by the artistic conception of this poem and they were immersed in it and couldn't extricate themselves.
Wang Mu also stood aside blankly.
Even Liu Hao and Jiang Wenlai, who looked disdainful, stood there blankly.
This word is like a mortal asking an immortal, but also like an immortal envying a mortal. It seems to hide sadness.
It also seems that there is always sadness and joy. The whole story reflects the shortness of life and the joys and sorrows. It actually contains the meaning of the great road. The ending with "I hope people will live long and share the beauty of the moon thousands of miles away" is even more appropriate and wonderful. , one point more will destroy the artistic conception of the entire poem, and one point less will not be able to drag down the charm of the entire poem.
"Okay!" Wang Mu's eyes widened and he jumped up and clapped his hands.
"Wonderful, wonderful, wonderful, this word is so powerful that it resonates throughout the world and shakes the past and the present."
"How is it possible that just a few words of humiliation can hide such a deep artistic conception? I can actually feel the joys and sorrows in it, as well as the warmth and coldness of life."
"Oh my God, this poem is unprecedented. I'm afraid there will be no one like it in future generations."
The venue was immediately ignited. At this moment, Baifeng Tower was completely boiling. Everyone's blood was ignited. Everyone stood up and expressed their feelings at the top of their voices. Some people even recited loudly. At this moment, Baifeng Tower could no longer control it.
What did they see? They saw the birth of a word that has been passed down through the ages, and they were among the few witnesses.
"People have joys and sorrows, separations and separations, the moon waxes and wanes, and this has never been the case in ancient times." Jiang Wenlai recited, unable to break free from the artistic conception of this poem, and sat down slumped and continued to recite.
"Brother Yi, this word contains the great truth. It has the power to reach the heaven and the earth. It can be compared with thousands of armies and horses. It will definitely be remembered for centuries." Wu Yuanshan came back to his senses in shock.
He had seen a short section of Yi Huaqi's writing before, but Yi Huaqi had not finished writing it at that time. When he saw the whole thing, even though he was prepared, he was still shocked.
"Brother Wu praised me." Yi Hua Qigong cupped his hands and said humbly.
"Hahaha, I don't mean to compliment you at all. This poem of yours deserves a bow from a dissolute student like me." After saying that, Wu Yuanshan bowed to Yi Huaqi and bowed to the ground.
Yi Huaqi quickly went over to help him, but suddenly Wang Mu on the side also bowed to Yi Huaqi and fell to the ground.
Yi Huaqi looked around, feeling dizzy for a moment, not knowing what to do.
"Please accept my bow." At this time, hundreds of students from the two colleges, who had been standing in the corner, bowed to Yi Huaqi and bowed.
Yi Huaqi was spinning around in circles, but saw almost everyone in the venue saluting him.
The old madam didn't understand anything. She only heard the catchy lyrics but didn't understand the meaning. She was shocked when she saw the situation in the venue.
When he looked at Yi Huaqi, his eyes quickly turned, and a smile appeared on his rouged face, "Hey, young master, our Yuerong has been waiting upstairs for a long time. Well, please quickly ask the young master to move to the second floor."
Hearing this voice, Yi Huaqi looked up at the stage and hesitated.
"Brother Yi, go quickly, I'll wait for you here." Wu Yuanshan stood up and said quickly.
"This..." Yi Huaqi still hesitated.
"Go quickly, go quickly, don't let
The beauty has been waiting for a long time. "
"Okay." Yi Huaqi shook his head and sighed, shaking his sleeves and stepping up to the second floor.
At this moment, everyone forgot about Yue Rong, and their eyes only saw the back figure who climbed up to the second floor, as if they were looking at an immortal.
"Bring a pen, bring a pen, I want to copy this poem."
"Yes, yes, yes, hurry up and get a pen. I want to copy it, take it home, and hang it in the middle of the lobby for everyone to see."
"This poem is so great. It is destined to be passed down to future generations forever. I, Kong Erdan, am the witness. This is a great honor, hahaha."
When Yi Huaqi went up to the second floor, the noise started again downstairs at Baifeng.
Although this poem only has a few dozen words, when put together, these words are as thick as a mountain.
Yi Huaqi walked to the second floor and stood in front of Yue Rong's house again. He was still uneasy in his heart. Although he was still amazed by Yue Rong's alluring appearance, he still had an indescribable feeling in his heart. He didn't understand why, but he couldn't get rid of it.
"Miss Yuerong, Xiaosheng is here." After pondering for a long time, Yi Huaqi gathered his thoughts and shouted towards the door with his spirit shaken.
After a moment of silence, Yue Rong in the room replied quietly.
"Master, please wait a moment. I will be here soon."
(End of chapter)
