A passionate poem.
Shangguan Lanxi's apricot eyes were filled with admiration.
Mo Wanqing looked at Zhang Xiuran who was laughing wantonly, a gentle smile appeared on his cold face, and the corners of his mouth rose.
The Gong siblings looked at Ye Qing with complicated eyes.
But Gong Yuxiu, who was called Jinling Linzi by all the talents in Jinling, was not discouraged.
Bang bang bang!
Gong Yuxiu took a step forward, clapped her hands heartily and said:
"What a line. A drunken man calls himself a fairy in poetry."
"Master Ye, Master Zhang, this poem is so heroic."
The next moment.
He turned around and looked up at Shangguan Lanxi on the third deck and said:
"Sister Lanxi, can you please take out their poems?"
"I can't wait to see your poems."
Suddenly.
The talented scholars around him all echoed:
"Young Master Gong is right. Miss Shangguan, can you read the poems of these two young masters first so that we can admire them?"
"I want to see what kind of elegant poetry such an arrogant and domineering person can write."
"Hmph, do you really think that writing poetry is as casual as drinking and eating? What a big tone. I dare to say that I can write three hundred poems and essays. It is really laughable."
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Under the moon-white curtain, Gong Yuli frowned slightly, feeling a little disappointed when she saw her brother taking the lead.
She secretly thought: "Yu Xiu is so well protected by her family. Originally, Ye Qing and Zhang Xiuran became the targets of public criticism."
"Even if the two have outstanding poetic talents and overwhelm Yuxiu, they will not have much impact on Yuxiu."
"If we lose, Yuxiu will win without a fight."
"But now, when Yuxiu speaks, it becomes a battle of spirits. It's okay if you win, but if you lose..."
Gong Yuli sighed
But she also knew that the young man was high-spirited and unwilling to be inferior to others.
While thinking about it, Shangguan Lanxi in front of her couldn't wait to say:
"Everyone, please be patient. I'm going to look through the poems of the two young masters."
Gong Yuxiu and everyone stood up and said:
"Thank you, Miss Shangguan!"
The slender catkins just landed on the pile of rice paper that had not yet been turned.
The loud chanting rang in everyone's ears.
"The light rain in the sky is as moist as crisp, and the color of grass looks far away but not up close. The best thing about spring is that it is better than the smoke and willows all over the emperor's capital."
Everyone looked at Ye Qing standing with his head held high in amazement.
Ye Qing took a deep breath, raised his eyebrows and said solemnly:
"The moon is shining brightly in the summer and the people have not returned from the long march of thousands of miles. But the flying generals of Wolf City are here, and they will not be called the Northern Lights to travel to the Yinshan Mountains!"
hiss!
The sounds of gasping came and went.
Everyone's hair stood on end as they looked at Ye Qing with a look of iron blood and loneliness on his body in shock.
"Good, good poem, a good frontier poem."
"Master Ye's love for his family and country can be seen in the sun and the moon."
"Good poem. If General He Fei from Wolf City is still here, how dare Beiguang Kingdom go south into the Yinshan Mountains on our border."
"Not to mention anything else, I am impressed by this patriotism."
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A well-known scholar had a complicated expression, and then he bowed to Ye Qing respectfully.
Gong Yuli was as white as snow, and her hands folded in front of her abdomen were clenched suddenly.
Under the moon-white curtain, his eyes were full of emotion.
Shangguan Lanxi's breathing was rapid, and the light in his apricot eyes could not be increased.
After Ye Qing bowed his hands to everyone in return, he sighed:
"There are fifty strings of brocade strings for no reason, each string and one column reminds me of my good years.
Zhuang Sheng was obsessed with butterflies in his dawn dream, and looked forward to the emperor's spring heart with cuckoos. "
When Shangguan Lanxi heard this poem, his mind roared and his heart broke without trace.
She picked it up softly, put it on her chest, and thought to herself:
"Is Zhuang Sheng his own metaphor?"
"He, does he already have a sweetheart that he can't love?"
"Wangdi, who is as beautiful as a butterfly, must be a perfect woman."
"I can only think about it in my dreams. He is really an infatuated man."
The dejected Shangguan Lanxi, even though she was sad, once again covered Ye Qing with a gorgeous veil called infatuation because of love at first sight.
Behind Ye Qing.
The Shanshui Silver Fan was tapped on the tip of his nose, and Zhang Xiuran looked at the long back in front of him playfully.
Look again at the third deck, on the goose-yellow veil, the almond-shaped eyes are full of sadness.
He thought to himself:
"This guy is really scary. He is the number one gunman in Pinglefang. He really deserves his reputation."
"I've obviously never experienced love, but just thinking about it is such a sentimental and heartbreaking love poem."
"Look how sad the little girl is."
"I have to explain it. If the misunderstanding is serious, my first time as a matchmaker will end in vain."
The silver fan held a flower in its arms and held it firmly in his hand, looking at Gong Yuxiu with a complicated expression with interest.
Then, Ye Qing scanned the audience and said calmly: "Hanlin has a well-established reputation as a scholar."
As soon as this poem came out.
The faces of everyone in the audience changed, and they lowered their eyebrows in thought.
Some people looked angry, looking at Ye Qing's handsome and indifferent face, wishing to punch him twice.
Some people were thinking about it, and then they had a lot of thoughts, and then, with shame on their faces, they bowed to Ye Qing again.
Gong Yuxiu, who also had a complicated expression, trembled after thinking for a moment.
His eyes returned to their former clarity, and his body regained its former humility and gentleness. He smiled and bowed to Ye Qing, saying:
"Mr. Ye, Yu Xiu was rude just now. I would like to be taught a lesson."
Ye Qing smiled warmly, cupped his hands and returned the greeting:
"Mr. Gong, your words are serious. You should not say that."
Gong Yuxiu was sincerely convinced and said: "Young Master's poetic talents are rare in my life. Only these four poems should be the leaders of today's poetry meeting."
"Can Mr. Ye please continue and let me listen to the two questions about water and city?"
The talented scholars around him were unwilling to admit defeat when they saw Gong Yuxiu, but facts speak louder than words.
At the same time, I have deep admiration for Gong Yuxiu, and he is truly a magnanimous young man.
Ye Qing smiled and said: "The Yingshui flows eastward, washing away all the blood from the mustache and beard."
Another war poem with a sense of injustice.
Gong Yuli's heart felt again.
Under the moon-white curtain, beautiful eyes are shining.
And this time.
Shangguan Lanxi had already taken out the rice paper signed Ye Qing.
She looked at the wonderful calligraphy on the skinny body.
Look at the poems above that may be majestic, exquisite, or profound.
The atrium of my heart was hit crazily by the little deer in my heart.
Don't wait for Gong Yuxiu and others to appreciate this poem.
Ye Qing bowed his hands and said apologetically:
"As for the word city, I have already racked my brains for the first five questions. After thinking about it, I still replaced it with a poem based on the word city."
Everyone's eyes showed disappointment, but they were also convinced.
'But the flying generals of Longcheng are here, and they are not called Beiyuan to Du Yinshan. '
This poem is full of dissatisfaction with the current situation and expectations for home and country, which is comparable to Gong Yuxiu's "Drinking in the capital city, drunk in the bright building and sleepless".
In fact, for these literati who are passionate about serving their country, Ye Qing's poems are even better.
Gong Yuxiu felt bitter in her heart.
How could Ye Qing, who was able to compose five masterpieces, fail to think of the word 'city' and instead use the word 'general' instead?
This leaves room for him to prevent Gong Yuxiu from losing so miserably.
"There are people outside the world, and there is a sky outside the world." Gong Yuxiu said sincerely, bowing to Ye Qing and saying: "Master Zhang is right, the number of people who are inspired by my spirit are like carps crossing the river. If the jade is beautiful, the mouse's eyes are short-sighted."
God enlightens poetry with only one stone, and Jinling alone possesses eight buckets.
Among the eight talented men, the unmatched Jinling Linzi was defeated, completely defeated.
The talented scholars around him sighed and sighed, but everyone was really convinced.
At this time.
One person suddenly said: "Before I leave, I overheard that Mr. Ye once said that your poetic talent is much worse than Mr. Zhang. I wonder if you can let us admire Mr. Zhang's literary talent."
moment.
A group of talented scholars all looked at Zhang Xiuran expectantly.
Zhang Xiuran heard the sound and went away, but there were so many people around him that he couldn't be sure who was behind the fire.
Ye Qing listened to this somewhat familiar voice and thought to himself:
"Fortunately, I was prepared."
He turned to Zhang Xiuran and said, "Mr. Zhang, do you think you should recite it, or should I invite Miss Shangguan to come?"
The unruly Zhang Xiuran looked down upon everyone and said:
"Poetry party, we use literature to make friends. I will recite the inscription with the word 'city' written by me."
"Let you know that this young master is not an arrogant and arrogant person."
"Listen up!"
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