The expectation on Piaoxue's face was a little less.
But he still politely said:
"So, this girl has never heard of it."
"And, at least two songs."
His anxious heart instantly returned to his stomach. Jun Chao cupped his fists and said:
"As it should be."
Then he said sincerely: "I hope Miss Piaoxue has not heard these two poems."
The maid made an invitation gesture and said:
"Young Master Jun, please."
Jun Chaoyi took a deep breath, held his head high, and said loudly: "This poem is called "Invitation to Thank Qian for the Title on the Gold List."
As soon as the title of the poem was read out.
Wow~
A flurry of discussion suddenly began to float on the deck.
"The title of this poem is really enviable. I am waiting to go to Kyoto just to see the elegance of the number one scholar."
"Xie Qian? But Xie Qian and Xie Daru from Yingchuan Academy? This poet has an irreconcilable relationship with Xie Daru!"
"I think he must be a disciple of Xie Daru. Speaking of which, there are four champions under Xie Daru's sect, right?"
"This, this is the gold medal-listed poem that came to Kyoto today!!!"
"Brother, do you know this poem? Come and read it."
"The title of this poem is so self-confident. Now that the imperial examination has not even started, I can write a poem to assert that I am either arrogant or talented in high school."
…
Listening to the discussions around him, Ye Qing touched his nose uncomfortably.
At this moment, he had the feeling of watching others bring out the boss to show off, but it turned out that the boss brought out by others was his own embarrassment.
As a person in the world of martial arts, it goes without saying that Piao Xue has strong ears.
She keenly caught the sight of some of the people ten feet away marveling at this poem that had become famous in Yuyang, Kyoto.
Piaoxue couldn't help but asked curiously:
"Young Master Jun, please recite this poem. I have never heard it before."
Jun Chaoyi, who was overjoyed, immediately made a fist with one hand in front of his abdomen and strode to the railing.
He looked at the vast canal with its rapids and turbulent waves.
Full of pride, he said loudly:
“In the past, I couldn’t boast about being sordid, but now I have no limits to my dissolute thoughts!”
"The spring breeze brings joy to the horse's hoofs, and I can see all the Yuyang flowers in one day!"
Piaoxue's beautiful eyes brightened instantly.
Her soft and waxy voice said with excitement:
"The difficulties and depression before high school have all disappeared."
"After high school, all the depression and sullenness disappeared, and my mind felt relaxed."
"He was so high-spirited that he galloped wildly through the city of Yuyang, looking at all the flowers and brocades in the city."
"Good poetry, really good poetry!"
She couldn't help but clench her hands tightly and said sincerely:
"From now on, Dengke's poetry will be unstoppable!"
"This poem will indeed go down in history and become a famous aphorism for countless scholars from poor families."
"I wonder why this poem was written by an expert?"
Jun Chao turned his head and said with joy on his handsome face:
"I don't know this. I just heard it before leaving Kyoto. I didn't hear who did it."
"Miss Piaoxue, does this count as a song?"
Disappointment appeared on Piaoxue's face, but she still nodded and said without hesitation:
"Take it as a song!"
After a pause, Piaoxue said bluntly:
"Just for this poem, a piece of falling snow playing the piano is indispensable."
The eyes of the people around him suddenly brightened.
And Jun Chaoyi also smiled brightly.
However, he said:
"The girl plays the harp and this is the poem, not the agreement between you and me."
"I will sing the second quatrain."
Piaoxue looked at Jun Chaoyi, who looked like he was faking it and trying to be mysterious.
She smiled, which made Tian Shui's beauty pale.
She bowed to Junchao and said gracefully:
"Young Master Jun is so upright and upright, I admire him."
Seeing that he had gained Piaoxue's favor, Jun Chaoyi giggled.
"Wan'er, get the piano!"
"Yes, girl!"
When Piaoxue opened her mouth, the maid Wan'er immediately saluted and ran towards the cabin happily.
at this time.
Jun Chaoyi also said:
"Not long ago, I heard a poem in Huaiyang City."
"It was sung by Chen Yuming, a disciple of Xie Daru and known as the prefect of Qingtian in Huaiyang."
"Oh?" Respect appeared in Piaoxue's eyes. Chen Yuming's reputation was well known to the world. He was a good official who really did things for the people.
And then.
Jun Chaoyi said again: "The title of this poem is similar to the one just now called "Invitation to Thank Qian for the Title on the Golden List". It has a different tune but the same effect."
The next moment, Jun Chaoyi looked strange again and said:
"But the title of the poem has the meaning of flattering the prefect of Qingtian."
Piao Xue was even more curious.
The eyes of the scholar who boarded the ship from Huaiyang City immediately lit up.
One of them came forward and said:
"I am Su Li, a scholar from Huaiyang, and I have met you two."
"I have already guessed what the poem Jun Shaoxia mentioned is."
"Let me explain this to Miss Piaoxue."
"Although the title of this poem has the meaning of flattering one's beard."
"But in the poem, all the ups and downs of Governor Chen's official life are described, and all the hardships and hardships are revealed."
"It also shows the pride of the prefect."
"You should be a model of the righteous way of being an official inspired by God."
After Su Li finished speaking.
Many Huaiyang scholars immediately agreed.
"What Brother Su said is true. This poem should be a model of the correct way to be an official."
"Girl in the snow, don't ignore this poem because of its title."
…
Piaoxue's eyes immediately focused on Su Li and others.
He asked curiously: "What is the name of the poem that I asked you to rectify? It really makes Piaoxue very curious."
Ye Qing, who was standing behind, touched his nose unnaturally again.
Li Yu, who also knew this poem, also heard Master Zhu Gaoli say that the prefect was lucky and got a good poem.
He knew who wrote this poem.
He immediately looked at Ye Qing with reverence.
He looked ahead, and a thought suddenly came to his mind, "Qing Xiaolangjun is so good, he should let everyone know that he is here."
As soon as this idea came out, it took root and grew wildly.
He couldn't help but take a step forward without opening his mouth.
A big hand blocked his mouth.
Ye Qing warned in a low voice:
"Li Yu, my good brother Yu, please don't cheat me."
"Don't forget what we came on board for, and don't make matters worse."
Li Yu, who knew the seriousness of the matter, sighed in frustration and nodded.
Seeing this, Ye Qing let go of his hand.
And ahead.
Jun Chao said in a sonorous and powerful tone:
""Gift to the Magistrate Qingtian of Huaiyang"."
When I finally heard the title of the poem, I couldn't help but raise my sleeves to cover my mouth and smile.
I finally understand why everyone reacts like this.
The title of this poem does have a flattering meaning.
"Thousands of hammers have carved out the deep mountains, and the fire burns them as if they were idle!"
"Don't be afraid of your bones being shattered into pieces, you must keep your innocence in this world!"
In an instant, Piaoxue was in awe of the proud, unyielding and noble character sung in the poem.
She said: "You are right!"
"This poem is indeed like the Qingtian magistrate that has been circulated in the world, making people awe-inspiring."
"I have been inspired by the gods that there is such a prefect of Qingtian. If I have such poetic talent, I will definitely write such noble and upright poems and have such a flattering and flattering name."
same.
She asked: "I wonder who this poem was written by."
"So that Miss Piaoxue knows that the author of this poem is Ye Qing! I am the Young Master Qing of Huaiyang City!"
"Yes, it was the work of Qing Xiaolangjun who saved my entire city in Huaiyang!"
"I am the hero of Huaiyang, Ye Qing, the subordinate official of Huaiyang Mansion's execution room, the masterpiece written by Qing Xiaolangjun."
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