Chu Tianxiu finished the question, looked at Xie Lingyun with a smile, and asked him to start first.

In the hall of the inn, Xie Lingyun began to groan and paced poems.

On today's happy day, Xiao Duhou actually took sorrow as the theme, and directly abolished the congratulatory poem he had prepared for the palace test release list.

The little marquis produced a limited range of rhymn poems.

It is necessary to conform as much as possible to the experience of Xiao Duhou falling into the streets on a winter night, but also to take "sorrow" as the theme, and the word "wine" should be included in the poem.

Xie Lingyun took seven steps, and he already had a plan in his heart.

He immediately chanted slowly: "Xie Lingyun gave Xiao Duhou a song, "Drunk and Sorrowful": Singing and resting when you get it, and being sad and hateful is also leisurely. There is wine today, drunk today, and sorrow tomorrow comes. ”

"Good!"

"Seven steps into a poem, worthy of Jinling's first poetry master Xie Lingyun! There is sorrow, there is wine. There are triumphs and frustrations. There is singing, and there is sorrow. There is wine today, and tomorrow is no better! ”

"Brother Xie is famous again, it's worth having a drink!"

The "medium" lifters immediately praised and shouted happily.

"In a hurry, a clumsy poem!"

Xie Lingyun was quite proud, and bowed his hand to Chu Tianxiu: "Please teach the little marquis!" ”

In the hall, Dong Xianliang, Chao Fangzheng and other ten "superior" lifters tasted it carefully, and they also smiled and nodded, and they also felt very good.

To be able to compose such a high-level poem in a short period of time within a few breaths is definitely a first-rate master in poetry.

For the people in the hall, most of them are difficult to do.

It seems that Xie Lingyun is going to win the first game of this fighting poem.

...

Next, it was the turn of Xiao Duhou to write poems, which was higher than the poems of one and two.

The loser will be punished with a jar of wine.

Chu Tianxiu stood up and said lightly: "Take two plaques that can be hung on the side of the door and erected!" ”

The crowd was puzzled.

Not addicted to using bamboo slips?

You actually want to use a super-large signboard to write poems and hang them up for people to see?

Since the establishment of the dynasty in this Hongmen Inn, there are also many famous families of the past dynasties, the pen and ink of the three princes and nine kings, which are written on the bamboo slips and hung up for future generations to admire.

But these are all famous articles, which can stand the test of later generations and long years. How dare ordinary scholars hang their poems in the Hongmen Inn, they are not afraid of embarrassment!

Even if Xie Lingyun is known as the first master of poetry in youth, his fame has not yet reached the level of such a famous artist, and he does not dare to hang his poems on the wall and let future generations comment on them.

Soon, Li Kangnian ran out and came over with two blank vertical plaques.

There are many literati in this inn, and pen and ink are naturally always available.

The crowd gathered around, curious about what the little dusk marquis was going to write.

Chu Tianxiu picked up the pen and waved it on the two plaques.

Zu'er was amazed, and said in a soft voice:

"Xiao Duhou Chu Tianxiu lives on Changle Street, two copper plates and a glass of cold wine, and gives Hongmen Inn: "Slow Voice, Seeking and Seeking"!"

"Searching, deserted, miserable and miserable. When it's warm and cold, it's the hardest to breathe. Three glasses and two light wines, how can he be the enemy, and the wind is in a hurry late! The geese are also sad, but they are old acquaintances. ”

"The yellow flowers are piled up all over the ground, haggard and damaged, who can pick them now? Guarding the window, how can you be born alone in the dark! Sycamore is more and drizzle, to dusk, bit by bit. This time, what a sad word! ”

Two plaques on the left and right, each with a line of poetry.

Chu Tianxiu put his pen away and finished writing.

In the hall of the Hongmen Inn, all the people and Confucian scholars were around, surrounded by water, dumbfounded, and dead silence.

This is not poetry.

Nor is it fu.

It's a new genre that has never been seen before.

This new style is not made up, but is obviously very rhythmic.

This kind of rhythm is unprecedented, constantly superimposed momentum, and the impact is surprisingly powerful.

Just the opening sentence.

"Seeking and seeking, cold and lonely, miserable and miserable."

Through repeated overlapping words, everyone was instantly brought to an immersive and desolate situation, and I felt cold all over my body.

"When it's warm and cold, it's the hardest time to rest."

This is clearly a little faint marquis, wandering between the cold streets and warm inns, anxious to the extreme, unable to get a moment of rest.

"Three glasses and two light wines, how can you fight him, and the wind is in a hurry late!"

Xiao Duhou was at the Hongmen Inn, wanting to drink a glass of cold wine to warm up, but he was deeply trapped in the Jedi of being demoted to a grandson-in-law, and ran out of the inn in the shame of the laughter of the Confucian students, and fell into the cold wind again.

How bleak it is.

In this sentence, I only see "light wine", and I don't see the word "sorrow", but I use "how can I fight him late and be in a hurry" to show "sorrow" vividly.

Whether it is an appropriate description of the scene at that time, or the artistic conception shown, every word is like a knife, and every sentence is like blood.

In the end, with "This time, what a sad word!" "Wrap it up.

Throughout the text, the words are infused with the blood and tears of the little faint marquis, and it hurts to the heart.

"Uncle~!"

Zu'er read it, and the tip of her nose was sour, and she cried.

She never thought that on the night of the winter solstice, she would be on the street begging for a glass of wine in the inn, and the harm to her uncle would be so deep.

It turned out that my uncle was in such pain in his heart, but no one could confide in him.

Until today, she didn't know that her uncle had been so painful in her heart.

Xie Lingyun's eyes widened, he couldn't believe it, and sat down on the bench in a daze.

He fought with Xiao Duhou on a temporary basis, and Xiao Duhou could not have any preparations in advance.

Let's not talk about the content of this poem, whether it is well written or not.

With just a stroke of the little dusk marquis, he created a new style of writing that had never been seen before.

This kind of difficulty is not comparable to writing a poem of seven uniques!

Xiao Duhou's literary realm is so high that it is more than a big realm higher than him.

Let's talk about the content of this new poem.

He looked happy and sad. It's incredible.

...

The master father Yan kept chanting this "new style poem" in his heart, and he was deeply shocked.

Poetry does not have to follow a fixed old format, and it is okay to break the old and take the new.

This poem obviously breaks through the shackles of the format of the poem and enters a new stylistic realm.

In contrast, although Xie Lingyun's poems are good, they are too plain and do not have much chewiness and in-depth experience.

But Xiao Duhou's new style poem is extremely amazing, even if he recalls it for three years and five years, it is still full of taste.

This new poem is not only written by Xiao Duhou himself.

In a trance, the main father recalled the poverty and persecution of his youth, and the cold winter and the moon were still wandering around, lonely and helpless.

"Three glasses and two light wines, how can you fight him, and the wind is in a hurry late!"

This desolation, what a sense of empathy!

I am afraid that in the future, whenever he thinks of the hardships of the past, he will think of this new poem.

This poem, I'm afraid that the famous works hanging in the entire Hongmen Inn are overshadowed.

The hearts of the people were shocked, immersed in a dead silence where the needle could be dropped, and they all experienced the shock brought by this new poem.

...

Chu Tianxiu put down his pen, clapped his hands, and said lightly:

"Hang these two plaques on both sides of the gate of the Hongmen Inn and nail them. This is the little marquis's 'new word', so I will give it to Hongmen Inn, the treasure of the town store! Xiang Da shopkeeper, the handwritten ink treasure of this little marquis, you must take care of it! This little marquis often comes to take a look. ”

"Little Hou Ye..."

When the shopkeeper heard this, he was about to faint from crying.

This is clearly to nail the Hongmen Inn to the frame of shame, and it will be passed down through the ages!

From now on, I'm afraid Jinling City will know the bleak story of Xiao Duhou exchanging two copper plates for a glass of cold wine in the Hongmen Inn.

He is the big shopkeeper, and he is the scathing and vicious villain in the story, who bullied the down-and-out and miserable little marquis.

This plaque will also be hung at the door of the inn for passers-by to look at, point and poke at the backbone.

Oh, my God!

What can I do?