The meadows were verdant, and the river breeze blew the curtains hanging from the pavilion. Not far away, the figure who threw down the poem and left was already close to the courtyard gate, and there were some people next to him who chased after him, shouting: "Don't go, figure things out......" "Ning Liheng, do you think it's over if you leave like this!" "Don't make a fuss here!" But then they also sensed something was wrong with the movement behind them, and some people stopped and looked back.

Xue Gongyuan's irritable temper, holding the poem manuscript and preparing to chase it out, is also the confidence of others to prepare to keep Ning Yi. When the elders speak, you dare to run, and the rest of the people can stop people in the name of weakness. It's just that it came later, and the reaction that appeared on Xue Gongyuan was really confusing and confusing. Not many people can guess what was written on that piece of paper to make people like this.

If Ning Yi is really talented, it may be a good poem written on paper, but at this moment, running away when he writes a poem is just self-deception, and when it comes out in the future, he will say that this person is too arrogant, thinking that a poem can overwhelm the audience. Several of the old people present are people who have experienced many big scenes, which can make Xue Gongyuan surprised, and the few knowledgeable people in the crowd guessed in their hearts that what was involved in the secret on the paper, Xue Gongyuan knew it, but when he saw it, he had to keep his mouth shut.

Ji Wanqing frowned here, and immediately felt that Ning Liheng might have taken some handle from Xue Gongyuan, and wrote it in code, so that Xue Gongyuan didn't dare to pursue it anymore. In the midst of doubt, he shook his head in his heart, and he could hide Xue Gongyuan's mouth, but he couldn't hide the leisurely mouth of so many people, at most, it just made Xue Gongyuan ruined. In Bianliang City, it is not easy for an old man in the literary world or an official to save a reputation, and there are many things that are old but not guaranteed in his old age, and she has seen a lot.

It's just that Ning Liheng is smart, he knows that the situation can't be reversed, throw down this kind of thing and leave, if he can really involve Xue Gongyuan, even if many people question it after that, after all, he was not named a "liar" on the spot, so that he would not be ruined. Ji Wanqing thought about this possibility in her heart. He turned his head and glanced at his opponent, Master Li. The other party sat there with one hand to his lips, not knowing what Lu Dao was thinking. But no matter what, people are her friends, and she brought them, although they will not be ruined this time, but they have been hooked up with her, and this collision before the Dragon Boat Festival. She has suffered a big loss, and she must have thought of this, if she were her, she could only sit there and pretend to be calm.

When the sun shines, it's a sunny summer noon. In the short period of noise and suspicion, everyone has their own thoughts and speculations. More people, of course, just guessed what kind of poem it was for a while, and whispered: "...... Mulan's sand tang boat, jade flute and gold pipe sit at both ends, what kind of sentence is this......"

"It's just neat, but it's ...... Also in general? ”

After only listening to two sentences, he didn't have much confidence to talk about it, and he had already surrounded the middle people: "Xue Gong......"

"Gongyuan, what's wrong?"

"I'll take a look. I'll take a look at what this guy has written. Gongyuan, you let it go......"

Pan Hongda, who has a serious temperament and a straight temper, took the poem manuscript from Xue Gongyuan's hand. Xue Gongyuan reacted at this time, put down the rice paper, swallowed his saliva, looked at the people around him, his expression was still complicated, and he stared at his eyes and did not speak. That Pan Hongda began to read the poem with anger, and after reading the first two sentences, his expression gradually changed, and Yan Lingzhong, Mo Gong and others then looked over.

They are all people who have been in the literary world for so long, what Ji Wanqing can think of, they can be somewhat mentally prepared. In this case, if you want to force others to be ruined, others will do anything. They also thought that if there was really anything strange in this poem, they would take a look at it first, and they would be able to choose to deal with it as soon as possible, and think about whether they could cover up the past. But after reading the manuscript of the poem, their expressions were already suspicious, and they looked at each other: "This poem ...... This kind of poetry ......"

Their expressions were uncertain, and Yu Shaoyuan, Fang Wenyang and the others had already gathered around curiously. Previously, Ning Yi put down Shaoyuan's poem manuscript and his own poem manuscript, and at this time, Yu Shaoyuan smiled and said, "Teachers, can you tell Ning Gongzi's poem manuscript to be tasted by everyone." He expected that there was something strange in this, first of all, he had to spread things out, the song "Nian Nujiao" he wrote today is the essence of years of accumulation, could it really be suppressed by others......

However, after he finished saying this, Pan Hongda and the others over there glanced at him, and someone helped Xue Gongyuan to sit next to him first. Yan Lingzhong looked at the situation, and then at Yu Shaoyuan, and finally sighed and handed him the manuscript of the poem: "It's okay, Shaoyuan, you read it with everyone...... It's good. ”

He sighed, Yu Shaoyuan was slightly puzzled, and took the manuscript in his hand, unfolded it directly, and looked at the people around him. Some people are already saying: "Shaoyuan, read quickly." Fang Wenyang and the others went to the side and began to look, Yu Shaoyuan lowered his head and read directly: "Mulan's sand tangzhou, the jade flute and gold pipe sit at both ends." The wine is placed in the middle, and the prostitutes follow the waves...... Oh, let me stay. ”

At this time, the poems all pay attention to rhyme, Yu Shaoyuan read it directly, and it was also a subdued tone, with a medium speed, which was enough to give people a time to remember for appreciation, and the first few sentences were just neat and excellent sentences, but when he read "Carry a prostitute with the wave", Yu Shaoyuan also smiled softly. Some people around laughed and said, "It's average." But I don't say much about it, because the verse is actually very good, almost impeccable, but it is not so much that it directly shocks people.

Yu Shaoyuan then read the next sentence, which was "The immortals are waiting to take the yellow crane, and the seafarers have no intention of following the white gull", but by this time, his expression had changed slightly.

However, all the people around him were listening, and his face couldn't show anything for a while, and even the tone in his mouth couldn't stop. After a slight pause, he looked at the person next to him, and said on the paper: "...... Qu Ping's words, hanging the sun and the moon, the empty hills of the Chu Wangtai...... Shake the five mountains with a hearty pen, and the poem is proud of its smile! Ling Cangzhou ...... "At this time, the intimidating spirit of the poem has come out, and Yu Shaoyuan's tone follows the rhythm. When he got to "shake Wuyue with a hearty pen, and the poem became a laughing and arrogant Ling Cangzhou", the whole tone was taken up, which is also because at this time, the literati studied poetry since childhood, and they were quite particular, and when the poetry was bold, he couldn't hold it down according to the momentum, but after all, he thought that he couldn't do this, and after the tone was raised, he had the heart to suppress it, and it became quite weird.

His lips moved, he looked at the last two sentences, and he couldn't read them again for a while, his eyes swept over the people around him. Some of the literati who listened to this poem muttered and re-read it, and some bowed their heads and muttered. The fingers are still tapping rhythmically on the legs. I didn't notice Yu Shaoyuan's inappropriateness. It's just that when he was slightly distracted, Fang Wenyang next to him had already finished reading the poem, so he shook his head and turned around to leave. After a while, the crowd digested these two sentences a little, and there was no movement for a long time before they raised their heads and said, "Shaoyuan." What about the back? ”

"Back......" He said as if coming softly from his throat, but then smiled: "...... If fame and wealth are long, the Han River should also flow northwest, this poem, you can taste it. ”

As if his hands were a little hot, he chanted the last two sentences of the poem, and directly handed the poem out of the manuscript. Someone took it right away. Someone else said, "This poem is also average...... Right. The others continued: "This poem ......" Everyone present didn't want to immediately set an evaluation and personality for this poem, but looking at the expressions around them, no one dared to set the tone for the evaluation of this poem for a while, and no one wanted to be the first to talk nonsense and be scolded, but no one wanted to directly say that this poem was very good, and they were waiting for others to speak.

The people had already heard it once, and they took the manuscript of the poem and passed it on, and some of them had already read it again. Often the direction in which Ning Yi left. Bow your head and chew it, and then look at the poem. I didn't want to squeeze any more, so I simply went to the side and wrote the poem on the paper beside me. And so for a moment. It's just that the group of literati lost their temper, and the county lord Qing over there, Ji Wanqing and others here were a little neglected.

Ji Wanqing listened to the poem again, and decided in her heart that it might not be much better, just looking at Yu Shaoyuan, he was bowing his head and chanting bitterly not far away, holding his own "Nian Nujiao", his expression changed. Look at the side again, the master is sitting on the futon there, covering her mouth with one hand, but it also seems to be muttering something, her body is gently swaying from side to side, her eyes are smiling, and her smile is elegant. The white fingers of the other hand were dipped in wine, and she was writing on the small table in front of her, which was obviously a poem left by Ning Liheng, she hummed softly with the rhyme, feeling like no one was around, enjoying herself, and occasionally laughed again.

Ji Wanqing sat there, with a soft expression and a slight smile, but she didn't expect such a result in her heart, and not many people guessed that the poem manuscript was simply such a poem. Theoretically speaking, no matter how good the poems are, there are limits to what they can put here, even if the poems written by Ning Yi are comparable to Yu Shaoyuan's "Nian Nujiao", there are a lot of words that can be taken out. But this poem goes beyond that.

If it weren't for the scheming and aggressiveness of these people, Ning Yi wouldn't want to take out this poem to suit the occasion, at most, Su Shi's love poem "Huanxi Sha" would be enough to calm the scene. But things have developed to this point, and the meaning of this poem has changed. Li Bai's "Yin on the River". If you want to describe it in one sentence, this is one of the works that best represent the poet's thoughts in his prime.

One person through the ages, Li Taibai.

In terms of impassionedness and expression, Li Taibai's poems are the things that can most impact people's hearts and shock others at the first time, especially in front of these people who have been with poetry all their lives. "Qu Ping's words are hung with the sun and the moon, and the king of Chu is empty on the hills. Shake the five mountains with a hearty pen, and the poem becomes a laugh and arrogant Cangzhou! "There is almost no need for complicated in-depth research and analysis, and there are not many people who can afford to smash it here.

Although in later generations, perhaps because of the reason of "carrying prostitutes to stay with Bo Ren" or something, this poem was not selected into any textbook, and its reputation does not seem to be as good as that of entering the wine and other famous articles, but it is also a masterpiece of Li Taibai when he was thirty or forty years old, it is relatively decent, but majestic and smooth, like the coming of the great river, in one go, put it in this poetry meeting, where is the five mountains, and Ling is not only Cangzhou. is simply coerced in front of the poetry club with the general momentum, if it is not so, it will not make Xue Gongyuan speechless.

No one thought that this slap would be so sharp and exaggerated. At this time, a group of literati were still talking in a whisper, and the ordinary rich and noble children on the side of the Qing County Lord whispered, and they joined in this fun, also because Zhou Pei praised her teacher too much, everyone grew up in Bianliang, where would they be convinced, but they came to see the excitement, and they didn't think about making enemies, and at this time they whispered: "I didn't think that her teacher was really so exaggerated......

Over there, Ji Wanqing sat next to the teacher, was entangled with herself, and said after considering the sentence: "I can't imagine that this Ning Liheng can really write such a good poem, and compared with Shaoyuan, it is also difficult to distinguish between the two, the sister of the teacher ......" She looked calmly ahead, turned her head sideways, and seemed to be talking to the teacher casually and cordially, and heard the teacher "huhu" and "huhu" laughed twice, a little weird, turned her head to look, although the teacher covered his mouth and smiled occasionally, he still had a beautiful and attractive appearance, but at this time his fingers were still writing on the table, and his eyes did not look at her.

"Whew...... Sister Wanqing, little sister doesn't know what you're doing......"

"Huh?"

"Do you know how powerful my brother is...... Whew......"

"Senior sister...... Why do you say this......"

"I sat down from just now...... I saw you forcing him...... Just laughing, hehe, Sister Wanqing......"

"Uh......"

"I don't know how good he is...... However, the little sister only knew that Lu Dao......" The master lowered his head with a smile, and put his hand on his forehead for a moment: "Zhou Meicheng once admitted that if he was in front of him, he would not dare to write poetry...... Sister Wanqing, why are you ...... You have to force him, huh...... I'm sorry, it's so funny......"

Although the two have always been harmonious on the surface, the Oiran is competing for fame, but in fact, they have torn their faces several times in private. The teacher has always shown people with a sense of intellectual elegance and wisdom and clarity, but if he has evil thoughts in his heart, he often speaks sharply, and often indifferent words can stab people up and down, not the kind of person who is obedient. At this time, everyone hadn't paid attention yet, she was smiling happily here, and Ji Wanqing's face was also red and white for a while. Zhou Meicheng didn't dare to write poetry in front of him? If this is the case, she can clearly see what kind of clown she and others have become in the eyes of the other party when she thinks back on the development of the whole situation......

Her face was cloudy and complex. However, in Shishi's heart at the moment, she didn't care about the tragic situation of the opponent after being slapped in the face, she was thinking more about the whole thing.

To be honest, even she was a little frightened by Ning Yi's breakthrough at the moment, so that the image of Ning Yi that seemed to be a little clearer in her heart became a little vague and mysterious at this time.

The prostitute went to stay with the waves...... Although it was really chic, he thought ...... What the hell is it......

While the master was thinking about these things in his heart, Ning Yi had already taken Zhou Pei out of the manor and onto the tree-lined path outside.

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OK,Brush the starting point of the ordinary book,Milk riding in place,1=4!

Twenty-second place in the monthly pass, thank you, everyone, let's ^_^ go to the less than 20 people first (to be continued......)