On the high jade platform, Bai Qingqing opened her mouth——
"The first condition of this literary competition is that four poems need to be written on the spot, and the four poems are interrelated and all related to time."
As soon as these words came out, the Confucian seat was immediately in an uproar.
The historian who spoke before showed an angry look on his face: "The intention is sinister! This Spring and Autumn Holy Page is most sensitive to artistic conceptions such as time, and can even be used to identify fallacies in history. Using time as the theme, the requirements for poetry, lyrics, and music are even stricter! More Not to mention doing four songs in a row on the spot, and they are all related to each other. Even if Li Qinglian comes back to life, it will be difficult!"
Another great scholar sitting next to him also nodded repeatedly: "The poem of time is more related to encouraging learning. I wonder if there is a breakthrough?"
Another great scholar twirled his beard: "It is time for beauty to grow old. It is time to reminisce about the past. It is also time for leaves to fall. It is not just about admonishing students. If you sing alone, you may still have a chance. I think this condition is the most difficult. It’s four songs in a row, the first couplet.”
As soon as these words came out, everyone nodded.
At this time, Bai Qingqing opened her mouth again: "The second condition -"
"The four poems, whether they are poems, lyrics, music or poems, must have a unified rhythm."
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"It's too much!"
Kong Tianfang slapped the table again, with an angry look on his face.
"The previous request was so outrageous. They also had to unify the rhythm. The people competing were all Confucian scholars, not great Confucians! Isn't this bullying?"
Tian Haiyi squinted his eyes. He shouldn't have looked at the shadow with the head of the Confucius Institute. He had known that he would go to the scene.
"Head of the Court, it's useless for you to get angry! Look, Prime Minister Wen didn't even say anything."
"He's just pretending!" Kong Tianfang was still angry.
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"Mr. Nan, what is the point of unifying the meter?"
In Beifeng Tower, someone asked again.
Nanyuan sighed and said: "Rhyme is originally for poetry, but in this case, it is for poetry, lyrics, music and poetry."
"The so-called unified meter means that if the first poem is a five-character poem, then the remaining three poems must be five-character poems. If the first poem is seven-character poems, the remaining three poems must also be seven-character poems."
"The same goes for writing lyrics. If the first song uses a word card, then the remaining three songs must also use the same word card!"
"Anyone who often writes poetry will know that with the same theme, you may be able to write multiple poems with different meter or word patterns, but if you use the same meter or word pattern, it is extremely difficult to write four poems at the same time!"
"Then are we going to lose this round?"
Nan Yuanxi shook his head suddenly: "No!"
As he spoke, he looked at the shadow.
"Because Wan Anbo is on stage!"
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At this time, on the high jade platform, Bai Qingqing smiled charmingly: "Four of you, the questions are over, and the rest is up to you. But I would like to remind you, I only have one hour at most."
The suave young master Wang Bugui smiled freely and cupped his hands towards Bai Qingqing: "It's hard for Miss Bai to come up with such a topic. Xiao Ke is impatient and writes a poem first. I wonder if it will occupy the holy page?"
Bai Qingqing nodded and said: "It doesn't matter, even if only one song is recognized by the Holy Page, even if it loses the literary competition, it is still a good thing. The Holy Page still has the little girl, so it won't delay other talented people from writing."
"That puts me at ease." Wang Bugui nodded, and then raised his hands to Chen Luo and the other three, "I'll take the first step!"
After saying that, Wang Bugui picked up the writing brush prepared on the high platform, filled the ink with great righteousness, and started writing on a holy page. At the same time, the magic circle also projected Wang Bugui's poems across the capital.
"The east wind blows green trees and ponds, and a ray of spring light leaves frost on the temples."
"If there are no beautiful peaches and plums in thousands of flowers, why bother wearing red makeup when the hairpin is broken?"
"A young wanderer in the green hills, the bright moon has the heart to return home."
"Don't laugh and sigh. The old man lamented that flowers have been so desolate in ancient times."
After finishing the poem, Wang Bugui put down his brush.
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"This...Wang Bugui writes about a woman who lives in a foreign country. She is old and beautiful, and she is recalling her hometown." A scholar commented, "The idea is good, and the description is good, especially the sentence 'Why do you need to use red makeup when a hairpin is broken?' , but after reading it through, the literary talent is slightly lacking!”
"Nowadays, poetry is withering, and it is rare to have such a quick-witted poetic talent. I don't know if the Spring and Autumn Holy Page will approve it or not!"
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Just as the audience was commenting on this poem, the Holy Page of Spring and Autumn flashed with light, and the verses just written disappeared one by one. In the end, there was no trace of ink on the Holy Page.
"This..." Wang Bugui was stunned for a moment, then smiled bitterly, "I don't have enough poetry talent to be recognized by the Holy Page, that's all. I'll practice for a few more years." After saying that, Wang Bugui turned around and faced Wen Xiang and Ye Heng bowed deeply and said, "Wen Xiang, Your Majesty, I have heavy expectations if I don't return. I cannot write a poem today. I hereby apologize."
Ye Heng waved his hand: "You are still young, don't think too much. If you study hard and practice hard, you will become something great."
Wen Xiang also nodded: "Know your shame and then be brave, go ahead!"
Wang Bugui bowed to Chen Luo and the other three people again: "I am defeated. The rest depends on you."
After saying that, Wang Bugui's figure flashed out of the high platform.
"I'm coming!" Seeing Wang Bugui leaving in defeat, Fang Xiujie, who seemed to be unable to wake up, suddenly opened his eyes, stepped forward, picked up the brush, and started writing.
"The wind and snow are boundless, and the rivers and lakes are full of roads."
"Human relationships change from time to time, but ambitions last in this life."
"White hair promotes aging, and green lamps illuminate the shadows of pine trees."
"My eyes are full of winter scenery, and I am leaning against the east of the building alone."
As soon as this poem came out, the eyes of the great scholars in the audience lit up.
"This young man from the Fang family, well-dressed and well-fed, actually wrote such a poem about the vicissitudes of life. On a snowy night, on a strange road, people are indifferent, and his ambitions are unrealized. His hair is white, and even his shadow has become a little loose with the passage of time. A People are leaning on the balcony, watching the winter snow flying in their eyes, how desolate it is..." A great scholar nodded.
"No, no!" Another great scholar gave a different opinion, "This poem looks good at first glance, but if you taste it carefully, you will always feel that you are falling behind! After all, he is a son of an aristocratic family, and he is very good at writing new poems. Talk about sorrow!"
Sure enough, the Holy Page of Spring and Autumn flashed with light again, and then the verses Fang Xiujie had just written disappeared word by word!
Fang Xiujie was stunned for a moment, then a stern look flashed in his eyes, but he suppressed it. He turned around, bowed in the direction of Wen Xiang and Ye Heng, and walked directly off the jade platform!
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"This, this is too difficult!" In the Holy Text Square, the Zheliu students discussed one after another, "There is no way such poems can leave traces on the holy page. It takes four consecutive poems!"
"Don't worry, don't worry, Senior Sister Tian is still here."
"Look, Senior Sister Tian is moving."
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On the high jade platform, Tian Xiangwan walked to the holy page, pondered for a moment, shook his head, turned around, and saluted Wen Xiang and Ye Heng.
"Your Majesty, Minister of Literature, the student can only write one poem to apologize first."
After saying that, Tian Xiangwan picked up the pen and wrote——
"A piece of spring sadness is waiting for the wine to be poured. The boat is rocking on the river, and the curtains are waved upstairs. The wind is blowing at Hua Niang Ferry and Yan Niang Bridge, and the rain is rustling."
"When will I return home to wash the guest robes? The silver character is Sheng, and the heart is fragrant. The flowing light is easy to throw away people, red cherries, green bananas."
After writing the song "One Cut Plum", Tian Xiangwan threw the brush in his hand and walked down the jade platform.
Everyone in the audience stared at the Holy Page of Spring and Autumn. The Holy Page of Spring and Autumn suddenly bloomed with light. However, at this time, the words on it did not disappear. Instead, the green light shone brightly one by one, and an imaginary figure of a small boat moving forward in the wind and rain appeared on it. film.
"Poetry becomes a vision, poetry becomes a legacy!"
Bai Qingqing smiled faintly and said to Wen Xiang: "Congratulations to Wen Xiang, the human race has another word that will be passed down from generation to generation. The demon clan does not dare to possess this article, so return it to Daxuan."
After saying that, Bai Qingqing pointed at the holy page with "One Cut Plum" written on it, and the holy page immediately rolled up and flew towards Wen Xiang.
Wen Xiang reached out his hand, grabbed the flying scroll, and nodded.
Bai Qingqing waved her hand again, and another blank Holy Page of Spring and Autumn flew to the jade platform.
At this time, everyone looked at Chen Luo.
Bai Qingqing said in a gentle tone: "Wan Anbo, you are the only one left now. Poems passed down from generation to generation must be recited or written in ink with great righteousness. If you are not a Confucian scholar, you might as well abstain."
Chen Luo shrugged; "Not now, but soon!"
Just when Bai Qingqing was confused, Chen Luo suddenly shouted——
"Xiao Ji!"
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