The longer a poem is, the more difficult it is to control.
From ancient times to the present, there are countless gorgeous and beautiful poems, but there are really not many good long poems.
Qu Yuan's "Li Sao", the Yuefu poem "The Peacock Flies Southeast", Zhang Ruoxu's "Spring River Flowers and Moonlight Night", Bai Juyi's "Pipa Song" and "Song of Everlasting Sorrow", in addition to several long poems by Li Bai and Luo Binwang, etc.
Counting from top to bottom, there will never be more than fifty excellent long poems.
Long poems are very difficult, few people write them, and even fewer write them well.
At this moment, in the Jixian Restaurant and the Changpu Room, Zhao Zongquan and his son were holding their breaths, staring dumbfounded at the feat that happened before their eyes.
"Five sentences."
"Ten sentences."
"Twenty sentences."
"Fifty sentences!"
"Eighty sentences!"
"It's been a hundred sentences! It's not over yet!"
"One hundred and twenty sentences..., one hundred and thirty sentences, one hundred and thirty-one sentences, one hundred and thirty-two sentences!"
When Wei Chen put down his pen, Zhao Zongquan and his son, who had been quietly recording the numbers for him, breathed a sigh of relief and were shocked as they looked at the final poem.
A total of one hundred and thirty-two sentences!
Not only did it surpass the eighty-eight lines of "Pipa Xing", but it also broke the record of one hundred and twenty lines in "Song of Everlasting Sorrow".
Moreover, it was written on the spot and written in one go. This level of difficulty is simply beyond the sky!
At least in the impressions of Zhao Zongquan and his son, looking at the thousands of literati in the entire Great Zhou Dynasty, no one could replicate such a feat.
Of course, this "Ode to Jun Porcelain" is an improvised work after all, and it is extremely long. If you really want to be picky, you will definitely find some flaws.
However, with a little polishing afterwards, this long poem will definitely become more complete.
In the past, I had only heard about Wei Chen's literary talent, but I didn't experience it so clearly. Today, seeing Wei Chen show such skill with his own eyes, Zhao Zongquan and his son knew what it meant that Wen Kui came into the world and became Wenzong!
While everyone in the box was still immersed in shock, Wei Chen waved his hand to the shopkeeper at the door and asked him to bring back Chen Siniang, who had previously played the pipa for everyone.
The shopkeeper was also a very discerning person and knew that Wei Chen's identity was not trivial. After hearing Wei Chen's instructions, he did not dare to say anything and hurriedly ran out and called Chen Siniang back.
Chen Siniang was playing in the private room next door, but she was hurriedly interrupted by the shopkeeper and brought to Wei Chen, who seemed to be rich and noble. Naturally, she felt a little uneasy in her heart. She bowed and asked: "Guest Why do officials call slaves?"
"Don't be afraid, I'm not a man-eating tiger." Wei Chen comforted Chen Siniang in a gentle tone, and then said softly: "Chen Siniang, your pipa is extremely superb and is very suitable to my liking. If I redeem you from this restaurant , are you willing to let you do things for me in the future?"
As soon as Wei Chen said this, the whole audience burst into uproar.
Zhao Zongquan and his son looked at each other and saw the surprise in each other's eyes.
Even Gu Tingye couldn't help but silently despise Wei Chen when he heard Wei Chen's words.
What’s not good about learning at a young age?
I really thought you were protecting the two yellow-haired girls of the Sheng family, but it turns out that only a few days after you came out, you learned how to take care of the outsiders!
It’s just a matter of raising a wife, at least learn from me and choose a young and beautiful one! What would it be like for an old singing prostitute like Chen Siniang to live in a house?
Or is it that Wei Chen has a unique taste, just like MILFs?
Tsk tsk tsk!
This kid is so secretive!
Gu Tingye smacked his lips and glanced sideways at Wei Chen, with a playful smile on his face and winked at Wei Chen.
Wei Chen could guess the dirty thoughts in Gu Tingye's stomach. He glared at him fiercely, turned his head and continued talking to Chen Siniang.
Wei Chen took the "Ode to Jun Porcelain" he had just written, placed a stack of papers in front of Chen Siniang, and said softly: "Chen Siniang, you are a rare pipa master in the world. You must have composed many songs. Take a look, what does this poem look like?"
Chen Siniang took the paper obediently, glanced at it casually, and suddenly let out a light sigh. She grabbed the edge of the paper and read it carefully. After reading a few lines, she couldn't move her eyes away, and her mind was completely immersed in it.
After a long time, Chen Siniang finished reading the last line of the last song "Ode to Jun Porcelain" and looked up at Wei Chen. At this time, the fear and confusion in her eyes were no longer there, replaced by the joy of finding a treasure.
It's just that she is a little curious. Could this long masterpiece in front of her be written by this young man? This is too incredible. Who is he?
Wei Chen saw Chen Siniang's expression, smiled slightly, and said seriously: "Okay, you have read the poem. My request is very simple. As long as you compose this poem into a song, I will redeem your life, and then I will come out again." I will hire you to sing this song for three months in Bianjing first, and then sing it for three months in Jiangning. After six months, you will be free, are you willing?"
Hearing Wei Chen's words, Chen Siniang opened her eyes slightly. She didn't have to commit herself to being a concubine, she only needed to compose a piece of music, and she would be free in six months. This condition was so generous that it was hard to believe.
Chen Siniang turned to look at the shopkeeper of the restaurant with a questioning look on her face, but the shopkeeper pushed her gently and urged in a low voice: "Master Zhizhou is able to like you because you are lucky in your previous life. What else can you do?" hesitantly?"
Lord Zhizhou!
Chen Siniang was a little confused when she heard this. Although she vaguely guessed that Wei Chen was of high status, she never thought that the young man in front of her was actually the parent official of tens of thousands of people in Yuzhou!
She suddenly remembered that a few days ago, some guests in the restaurant had said that the new Zhizhou was the world-famous Liu Yuan Lang, the famous Mr. Xingyun.
Thinking of this, Chen Siniang's eyes suddenly looked different when she looked at Wei Chen.
In fact, even Wei Chen himself did not realize how famous he was among these prostitutes.
After the results were released in autumn last year, Wei Chen went to Beijing to take the exam. Before leaving, for some reason, he sent a poem to Dong Lihua, a famous prostitute in Qinhuai.
That poem is called "Huanxisha", and it's the poem that says, "Beautiful years flow like water, and it's harder to collect the falling pearls."
With this little poem, Dong Lihua's net worth doubled, and she became the undisputed number one courtesan on the Qinhuai River. She was sought after by celebrities and gentry, and her momentum remains unabated to this day.
This shows the lethality of Wei Chen’s poetry.
But now, Wei Chen's reputation has become many times greater than before Chun Wei. He specially composed an unprecedented long poem and asked Chen Siniang to compose and sing it. Doesn't that mean that Chen Siniang is the next Dong Lihua, or even the next Dong Lihua? Lucky than Dong Lihua?
Thinking of this, Chen Siniang, who had been living as a courtesan in Bianjing and moved to Yuzhou, felt that her long-dormant ambition was once again full of life.
She didn't hesitate at all, but was afraid that Wei Chen would regret and change his words, so she hurriedly knelt down and kowtowed: "Thanks to the great love of Lord Zhizhou, slave, I am willing!"
