Chapter 10 The poems of the Mid-Autumn Festival
"The Golden Autumn Talent Meeting, officially begins!"
Next to the high platform, a eunuch hissed. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. biquge。 info
Suddenly, the white clothes in the audience covered their ears, and said in their hearts: "I'll go, why is it that no matter where I go, the voice of this eunuch is so ugly?"
And as the eunuch's shout fell, the sound of gongs and drums sounded on the entire Mingyue Lake, and the sound of gongs and drums was crisp, and it rang for as long as a minute, and then there was a flute sound.
Then the sound of the flute and the flute sounded together, like a phoenix singing in unison, coordinated, and sounded extremely wonderful, even if Bai Yi didn't know how to understand the rhythm, he was fascinated by it.
It was nearly a quarter of an hour before the music died down.
"Ahem, welcome all the talents of Qianlong City to come and participate in the Golden Autumn Talent Conference. ”
Seeing that everyone was intoxicated by the music, an old man sitting on the high platform suddenly stood up, poured spiritual power into his voice, and said softly: "This conference aims to select talented people for our Longyuan Empire. ”
"In addition, the reward for the first place in this conference will be a Broken Body Pill! Therefore, I hope that everyone will actively participate and actively realize their talents. ”
"Next, the first round of the conference officially began, and the following is to invite the crane elder of Wenqu Academy to give you a question. ”
After that, the old man threw off his robe, and then sat down directly.
Bai Yi looked up and saw where everyone in Wenqu Academy was sitting, an old man stood up tremblingly, and then said in a trembling voice: "The first round of this conference is the palace test. The requirement is that you write a poem within the time of a stick of incense, according to my request. If the rhythm is correct and the artistic conception is clear, you can clear this first round. ”
"Hmm. After a pause, the old man looked up at the bright moon reflected in the lake, and said loudly: "Since today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the bright moon is hanging high, then the theme of my today's appearance is the Mid-Autumn Festival and the bright moon." ”
After that, the old man just nodded to the eunuch not far away.
"Now start the clock!"
A scream shouted, and the eunuch lit the incense stick in front of him.
Suddenly, everyone below thought about it carefully, one by one with sad faces, only a few people had calm faces, and the clouds were light.
Of course, among these people, there are whites.
On the most luxurious cruise ship, Chen Jiaoyun couldn't help but chuckle: "Giggles, I didn't expect the first round today to be poetry." Tsk, it looks like someone is going to be ruthlessly brushed down!"
"Shut your mouth!"
Without waiting for Su Jinxuan to get angry, Murong Qinghan said in a cold voice, her brows frowned slightly, and she hated Chen Jiaoyun more and more in her heart: "This woman is so blind!"
"Humph!"
Time passed quickly, and a stick of incense was half lit in a blink of an eye.
And the white clothes were still leisurely drinking wine, and the paper in front of him was spread out, but not a word was moved.
Beside Bai Yi, Li Shifeng was frowning and thinking bitterly, and the paper on the table had already been written and scrapped.
"I said, Brother Bai, my own brother, why don't you write it yet, this time is almost over!"
Seeing that Bai Yi was still motionless, Li Shifeng was suddenly anxious.
"What's in a hurry, isn't it just a poem, it's a matter of minutes. Bai Yi smiled indifferently.
Hearing this, the few people behind Bai Yi all burst out laughing.
"Laugh and laugh, laugh at your uncle!" Li Shifeng immediately turned around and scolded.
"Hmph. ”
Those few people snorted coldly, and they didn't dare to confront Li Shifeng and Baiyi in public, so they had to say in a low voice: "On top of this kind of grand event, it is full of foul language, which is really a shame on me and other Sven people!"
"You ......"
Hearing this, Li Shifeng wanted to get angry on the spot, but was stopped by Bai Yi.
I only heard the white clothes say lightly: "Fatty, remember, the dog bit you, you don't need to bite back!"
"That's right!" Li Shifeng's eyes lit up, and he just snorted and said, "That's it, this young talent is not like a beast!"
"You...... You ......"
Hearing this, the few people behind Bai Yi were all red-faced, and they looked at the two of them angrily, but they didn't dare to say anything more. After all, the identity of the white clothes is there, and they dare not be presumptuous.
However, in their hearts, they have already scolded the pot.
"Don't say it, is it possible, your poems have already been made?"
Beside the white-clothed man, Murong Qingyun said coldly.
As Murong Qingyun's words fell, those people stopped talking and concentrated on writing poems.
And Murong Qingyun is still calm, writing and writing.
However, his heart was extremely uncalm: "Why is it that today, the feeling that white clothes give me has changed dramatically from the past?"
Looking at the pillar of incense in the stands, Bai Yi found that it was almost over, that is, he sharpened the ink, dipped the ink with a brush, and then wrote a line of handwriting on the rice paper.
"When I first heard that there were no cicadas in the geese, the hundred-foot boat was high and the water was in the sky.
The green girl Su'e is resistant to cold, and she fights Chanjuan in the frost in the middle of the month. ”
This poem is Li Shangyin's "Frost Moon", and it is also a famous poem by Yongyue. It's just that although the artistic conception is beautiful, it is a little inconsistent with the scene at this time. Therefore, Bai Yi chose to give this poem to Li Shifeng. Well, if you are in the limelight, you must keep it to yourself!
After finishing writing, Bai Yi pulled the paper to Li Shifeng and said softly: "Copy one copy yourself, this one, tear it off." ”
"It's ......"
Li Shifeng was stunned at first, and then burst out in ecstasy: "Haha, thank you Brother Bai, thank you Brother Bai, you are really my own brother! My brother is not so close! haha!"
After laughing, he directly grabbed Bai Yi and kissed it, and then Li Shifeng took the paper and copied it according to the words on it.
The corners of Baiyi's mouth twitched slightly, and the dark color on his face was also gloomy, Nima, he was actually forcibly kissed by a man?
With a low sigh, Bai Yi wiped the water marks on his face with his sleeve robe, and then wrote another poem with pen and ink.
"The long wind and haze are thousands of miles away, and the clouds are fluffy and the sky is full of water.
The wind collects the clouds and disperses the waves, and the blue sky is reversed to make the bottom of the lake.
At first glance, the sunset is red, and the moon wants to ascend to the sky.
The boat people looked back to the east, and they were in the Qianlong Palace.
Suddenly, from the heart of the wave, the mirror is more than ten feet horizontally.
The moonlight soaked in water and flooded the sky, and the emptiness reverberated with each other.
At this time, the dragon dived the deepest, and his eyes were dazzling.
The giant fish is ignorant, and the scales and armor move a thousand gold.
This realm in the world is difficult to know, and happiness is obtained by chance.
When I heard the plain girl singing, I felt that the Mid-Autumn Festival was tonight. ”
(ps: Ask for tickets, ask for collections.) Hehe, next, it's time to be in the limelight, the sky and the earth are not as big as the protagonist!hahaha!)
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