Chapter 129: Poetry
Sure enough. When the news was released, this scholar also came.
The reason is that as long as you can win the championship of the poetry meeting held this time, you can make any request in this building.
Of course, such conditions are exciting, especially for scholars who have come several times but can't ask for them.
Although I have vaguely heard about what happened two days ago, most of the people who come here to join in the fun still don't know who the two protagonists of the incident are?
I only know roughly that it's just a down-and-out scholar making a fuss in Yihong Mansion.
The scholar stood in the crowd, Zhuang Mingyue saw the scholar standing in the crowd at a glance through the upstairs with a good view, because there were too many onlookers, the scholar was always squeezed around, and he was almost unstable, so he could only hold on to the pillar on the side with a red face, and then he was reluctantly relieved.
When the appointed time came, the bustard walked up with a smile after carefully dressing up, holding a goose-yellow fan in his hand.
As soon as the bustard appeared, it naturally immediately attracted everyone's attention.
The scholar stood at the front. As soon as the old bustard walked down, she easily saw this person who made her grit her teeth with hatred.
However, because of what Zhuang Mingyue said about patience, he could only focus on the scholar, pause for a few seconds, and then look away lightly.
"She's a calm one." Zhuang Mingyue saw this brief scene, and also saw that when the scholar appeared in the bustard's field of vision, the person who was originally just gently shaking the fan immediately tightened his hands a little.
"Today, it's an event held in our building, and it can be regarded as re-introducing the girls in our building to you, although this poetry and song endowment of our girls are not all proficient, but it's okay to win two sentences occasionally." The boss had a smile on his face, and his gaze didn't linger too much on the scholar's face. There were a lot of onlookers tonight, and there were a lot of regular customers when I looked past.
In the eyes of the old bustard, these customers turned into beautiful and delicious silver taels, so the smiles on their faces became more and more gentle, and even the unpleasantness of seeing the scholar was washed away a lot.
How are we going to judge today? I also hope that all the friends who come here will come to help. The old bustard Shi Shiran sat on the chair and continued, "There are many literati and ink writers who have come to our building, and I believe that you also have a certain understanding of poetry and songs. ”
Such a rule gives up all the initiative.
When the people heard the rules, they immediately became in an uproar.
Even if it's not for the girls in this building, it's for the silver taels who won the victory in the end.
After all, it took a lot of effort to toss it out, just to solve this scholar's bureau.
On the other hand, it is also a bureau laid out by Zhuang Mingyue for the sake of the depth of the city.
A person like Chengshen is arrogant, and ordinary things may not attract him, so there must be some means to make him use it willingly for himself.
In fact, Chengshen is similar to this scholar's situation, but Chengshen is more self-aware, and what he has is real talent and real learning, which is nothing more than a talent that he doesn't meet, if he can
There is a chance for them to express themselves, and maybe the current situation can be broken.
"Today, I believe you have also seen that in our building, the previous colorful decorations have been removed, and all that have been put up are a few pots of ordinary chrysanthemums and bamboo." The old bustard pointed to the potted plants placed around with a group fan, "And these things are the title of today's poetry meeting, present, but anyone who is confident in their own talent can come forward to try, pen, ink, paper and inkstone We have prepared, and the work made, someone will display it, so that everyone can taste it together." ”
As soon as the old bustard finished speaking, a few stunned young hairs came up on their own, looked at the chrysanthemums placed in the hall with confidence, and then buried their heads in meditation.
As soon as they saw someone coming forward, the interest of the onlookers increased.
Some people want to step forward but hesitate, and some people are eager to stare at the few people who come forward, wanting to see what they can write.
"Everyone has two chances, and if they are not satisfied with their first work, they can have a second chance to revise or rewrite the poem."
After seeing that someone had already put down the pen, the old bustard added.
Such rules are not strict, and they are within the range of acceptance by everyone.
After hesitating for a while, the scholar who had been being observed, of course, also strode to the desk.
"You said you like leeks more than orchids?"
The time to wait for everyone to write their works is undoubtedly boring, but the people in the hall are all aware of the rules, and they don't dare to disturb easily when they know that someone is writing, and the originally lively hall is immediately quiet, and some people are whispering.
Long Yuanxiu suddenly asked at this time.
Zhuang Mingyue was stunned for a moment, and then smiled: "I have heard people talk about orchids and leeks before, and then I thought about it, in fact, what she said is not completely unreasonable."
Long Yuanxiu shook his head, and seemed to disagree with Zhuang Mingyue's statement: "Orchid is one of the four gentlemen, leeks are just ordinary meals, how can they be compared?"
Zhuang Mingyue pursed her lips: "Haven't you observed it carefully?" Orchids and leeks actually look quite alike, I was impressed by what the man said, orchids can only look at such things, although they are praised by everyone as a gentleman, but how do you know that the reason why he praised orchids and compared himself to orchids is nothing more than praising himself in a corner? ”
was bluntly pointed out by Zhuang Mingyue, Long Yuanxiu laughed violently: "Then this is really sophistry."
Zhuang Mingyue shrugged: "Actually, I don't think it's anything. I don't have a special aptitude for appreciating these things anyway, but it's true that leeks can fill my stomach, but not orchids. ”
Long Yuanxiu could see that Zhuang Mingyue was working hard to prove to him the fact that leeks were better than orchids: "Okay, okay, I can't say you, even if you're right."
There seemed to be some reluctance in these words, Zhuang Mingyue didn't continue to argue with him, just snorted softly, and then put her eyes on the people in the hall who were writing at the desk.
"Do you think Chengshen will come to participate this time?" Zhuang Mingyue searched hard for a long time in the crowd below, but failed to find him.
Long Yuan
Xiu said with certainty: "He will definitely come to participate, even if it is just to suppress this scholar, Chengshen will come, but he may have to wait a little longer, at least until this scholar's first work comes out, maybe he will appear."
Hearing this, Zhuang Mingyue raised her eyebrows: "Wait until he finishes writing his first work before he comes out to slap his face?"
Long Yuanxiu nodded.
And someone in the lobby soon came up with the first work, which naturally caused a commotion among a group of people.
Zhuang Mingyue leaned down, and the whole person was about to hang on the window, and Long Yuanxiu, who was watching such a dangerous move, sat aside and frowned in fear.
However, in the end, he only stretched out his hand behind her to form an encirclement, and surrounded her virtually, so that Zhuang Mingyue couldn't notice it, and kept her distance.
The first person to write a work was not a high-spirited and confident scholar, but a few stunned young people who rushed forward before.
Although the poems written are not complete, they are better than the artistic conception, but most of the scenery is just piled up with gorgeous words, and there is a picture of scenery in the whole work, but there is no connotation.
When you first see the poem, it may be eye-catching, but when you read the poem carefully, you can see the gap.
Even so. A few people were the first to rush forward to eat crabs, and they were well received by many people.
Even the bustard, who was sitting above, nodded secretly.
And the scholar who has been writing with his head down, sometimes meditating, sometimes putting pen to paper, flying and dancing.
Some people looked in the direction of the scholar and discussed a few words carefully, but more people looked at the others.
After all, the scholar is just an ordinary dress, and he looks ordinary against the backdrop of others, and he can't attract the attention of others.
A few more talented girls in Yihong Mansion were singled out and sat behind the boss, using a screen to cover up their faint figures, which tickled people's hearts.
A group of people who didn't plan to come forward to participate did not look behind the screen from time to time.
Occasionally, a few people would tilt their heads out of their lively nature, and when they saw people, they immediately shrank their bodies back.
Such a small action naturally attracted everyone's attention.
And these little actions were arranged from the very beginning.
It's not just these girls' style, but even the crowd that followed and heckled in the audience was arranged in advance, and they were responsible for taking the topic off.
One after another, some people came to the stage to write, and some people continued to come up with their own works, which were not particularly outstanding, but even so, the scholars who had been on stage for a long time gradually became the focus of discussion.
I saw that the scholar's forehead was covered with sweat, and one by one it dripped on the spread of the paper, but when he put down the pen, his hand did not pause in the slightest.
I don't know how many people came up with their own works. The scholar finally stopped writing when everyone was talking about him louder and louder.
It immediately attracted everyone's attention, and the way everyone looked up like this made him feel very comfortable.