Time passes.
One by one, talented scholars write quickly, at the moment after putting down their names.
They picked up the rice paper and looked at the poems they had written, showing satisfaction.
After handing in the poems, they all stood on the deck, held their heads high, posed, and looked at the third floor expectantly.
They all hope to win the favor of Shangguan Lanxi.
The warm sun sets in the west.
The large clouds in the sky were dyed fiery red.
The blue sky seems to be covered with a layer of red clouds, which is really beautiful.
Orange-red light fell from the sky, turning the blue water into a golden-red color.
The flashing golden-red spots among the sparkling waves are dazzling.
On the boat, candles were lit and hung everywhere in the boat.
The faces of everyone on the boat were illuminated in warm colors.
The thin golden body with strong bones and strong bones appeared on the paper. After Ye Qing finished writing six poems, he handed the rice paper to Qi Heng.
Without waiting, Qi Heng showed it to Zhang Xiuran for a closer look.
Ye Qing picked up the pen again and closed his eyes to concentrate, making Zhang Xiuran frown slightly and remain still, staring at the gentle and handsome face in front of him.
Half a moment later.
The wolf hair fell into the inkstone, twisted and soaked with ink.
That amazing thin golden body emerged again.
Zhang Xiuran couldn't help but stand up and looked sideways to see what Ye Qing was writing.
When I see a sentence that is either exquisite or majestic, it jumps out on the page.
The cynicism on his face disappeared instantly.
When he saw Ye Qing finally put down his pen and wrote his name.
Zhang Xiuran frowned slightly and his eyes flickered for a few seconds. He took the rice paper in Qi Heng's hand and compared the poems on the two pieces of paper.
When he looked at Ye Qing again, there was only admiration and sigh.
He thought to himself: "Ye Qing's move is really beautiful."
"His own poems are considered to be excellent. According to previous poems written by Gong Yuxiu, they should be comparable."
"But the six poems he wrote to me are not famous and will go down in history, nor are they trying to make more concessions."
"By then..."
Think of the consequences.
With a smile in his eyes, Zhang Xiuran met Ye Qing's starry eyes and said playfully:
"Ye Qing, it's really your fault. In the end, I let this young master confront my father-in-law openly."
Ye Qing cupped his hands and said seriously: "This is the best way."
There was a pause.
Zhang Xiuran raised his eyebrows, dotted Ye Qing's landscape silver fan with a smile that said, "That's it."
"When I asked you about my relationship before, you nodded and shook your head."
"As expected, he is the person that I have chosen. He has many clever ideas."
Ye Qing smiled modestly and accepted calmly.
"Forgive me, Mr. Zhang."
Zhang Xiuran straightened up, picked up the rice paper in front of Ye Qing, looked at the pleasing poem, and sighed:
"Your move really comes from my heart, and I can't refuse it."
"Tonight, I am going to be in the limelight again."
After saying that, Zhang Xiuran handed the rice paper signed "Ye Qing" to Ye Qing, picked up the rice paper on the table in front of him, blew the ink on the paper, folded it carefully, and walked out with his head held high.
Ye Qing also picked up the rice paper and followed slowly out.
Youzheng time.
when!
There was a sound of gongs and drums.
Everyone on the boat stopped moving and stopped talking.
His eyes looked expectantly towards the third deck.
Gong Yuli, holding an exquisite drumstick, stood in front of an exquisite gong.
She said loudly:
"The time has come. Today, Miss Lanxi, the legitimate daughter of the Shangguan family in Kyoto, comes to Huaiyang. She has a beautiful heart and an outstanding poetic talent. She will be the judge of today's poetry meeting. What do you think?"
While talking.
Shangguan Lanxi, who put on the goose-yellow veil again to cover her face, walked to the guardrail after Gong Yuli finished speaking.
She said:
"The little girl Shangguan Lanxi has met you all."
The goose-yellow children were folded, and Shangguan Lanxi gave them a salute.
Everyone's eyes were focused on the pretty figure, and most of their eyes were shining brightly.
"I've met Miss Shangguan."
"Miss Shangguan's reputation as a poet has been spread to God. Miss Shangguan will be the judge, and we will naturally recognize it!"
"It is our honor for Miss Lanxi to host the poetry meeting."
…
A series of implicit words of praise came out from everyone's mouth without hesitation.
Zhang Xiuran, who was leaning on the guardrail on the second floor and fanning his folding fan lazily, looked askance at Ye Qing, who was looking straight and without any fluctuations in his expression, and said, "This is really a good girl. What do you think?"
Ye Qing smiled warmly and said calmly: "The blue sky among the white clouds is beyond our reach!"
Zhang Xiuran took a closer look and gave Ye Qing a thumbs up.
"It hit the spot, and this verse can be used as a wine drinker."
"But, as the saying goes, the old toad wants to eat the swan's flesh."
"If you work hard, you might be able to eat it!"
The next moment.
Zhang Xiuran looked at Ye Qing curiously and said:
"I really don't know how you got such a brain."
"Poetry like this can be admired by everyone, just open your mouth."
He didn't wait for Ye Qing to speak, and then said in annoyance:
"Why did I agree to your official career?"
"We, the gods, value literature over martial arts. With your calligraphy and poetic talents, you will definitely become famous in the literary world. Even if you are still young now, it is not impossible to form your own school."
Ye Qing turned to look at Zhang Xiuran. Although his smile was gentle, his eyes were firm and he said:
"If that's the case, Mr. Zhang, will you still look down on me and treat me as a friend?"
Boredom appeared on his face before Zhang Xiuran could speak.
Ye Qing thought to himself: "You need to learn from Miss Mo or Miss Shangguan in the art of keeping a low profile."
"Your provocation method is too inferior."
Unexpectedly, Zhang Xiuran was silent for a moment and said leisurely:
"You are too smart. I knew you would guess it sooner or later, but I didn't expect you to say it clearly."
"As long as you understand, keep your distance, it's best for you and me."
Ye Qing smiled freely, put his hands behind his back and said:
"Mr. Zhang, you must be thinking wrong. I, Ye Qing, will repay you with a spring of water."
"I said, I will work hard until I am equal to you."
"It's fast to enter the literary world, but it's too vain."
"If you start an official career from the bottom, you will have firm control. Is this what you hope for?"
Zhang Xiuran looked at Ye Qing with complicated eyes, turning a deaf ear to the empty poems that Shangguan Lanxi was reciting that had no profound meaning.
The Shanshui Silver Fan tapped Ye Qing's shoulder. He looked at Ye Qing and turned around, his eyes full of searching, and sighed:
"You, you take it for granted, you are just an ant now."
Ye Qing thought about being led around by the nose these days.
A feeling of powerlessness arose in my heart.
Taking a deep breath, all the disasters he had experienced in the past seventeen years flashed through his mind.
The fate of being manipulated made him feel depressed.
Now that he has taken the first step and become a subordinate of the government, everyone he knows now uses him as a pawn.
Why can't chess pieces just mess around on the chessboard, make their own layouts, and become chess players?
Thinking of this, Ye Qing said solemnly: "If you are born like an ant, you should have the ambition to be a swan. Life is as thin as paper, so you should have an unyielding heart."
Hearing this, Zhang Xiuran, whose heart was touched, had complicated eyes, and after a few breaths, he silently stretched out his hand.
Snapped!
A gentleman claps his hands as an oath, and heaven and earth share the same oath, and the gods and ghosts are witnesses.
Ye Qing retracted his hand and looked at Zhang Xiuran who had taken off his disguise and said with a serious face:
"Brother Zhang, what will happen in the future?"
With a serious face on his face, Zhang Xiuran pointed his landscape silver fan towards the sky. The fiery red light shone on the silver fan and reflected on his face.
"We share the blessings and bear the hardships together!"
His slender hands pressed down the folding fan.
Ye Qing joked: "Let's share the blessings and share the hardships. Although you and I are friends, I can't do anything about your difficulties at the moment."
Zhang Xiuran, whose expression suddenly froze, laughed dumbly and said:
"Ye Qing, you are such a wonderful person."
Ye Qing took back his hand, looked at the sunset of the sky, and said with a raised corner of his mouth:
"Brother Zhang, how about you and I changing our destiny tonight?"
Zhang Xiuran was stunned for a moment. Looking at his gentle and handsome profile, he was full of confidence, but he felt a little illusory and uncomfortable.
The ant-like Ye Qing, looking at the red clouds in his eyes, overthrew the trajectory arranged by Zhang Xiuran and others, and chose to turn against the guests.
I didn't hear Zhang Xiuran's reply.
Ye Qing turned his head and saw the uninhibited dandy, his eyes flickering and full of tangles, and said calmly:
"The man takes Wu Gou, and the blood rains to find the prince."
In an instant, Zhang Xiuran's eyes became firm.
