In the face of all the doubts of everyone present, Lu Cheng did not make any response, but only looked at Li'er, meaning that I am ready, and I will provide pen and ink. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

What happened to the literati?

Didn't the literati covet money and become holy?

If this is the case, why are there so many corrupt officials from Jinshi?

Lu Cheng originally wanted to give a low-key speech and leave when he got the money, but now he is ready to perform well.

Not being jealous is mediocrity!

In fact, let Li Lian bear the infamy for himself, Lu Cheng also felt guilty in his heart.

used his name before, it was nothing more than for two reasons, one was based on that little bit of revenge, who let him say that he was Jinyun's person?

Second, naturally, I don't want to steal the poems of future generations to make a name for myself.

I have to say that Lu Cheng is a very practical person. If you don't make a name for yourself, then it's good to make a name for Li Lian------ Brother Nalan, I'm sorry, I'll borrow your words for another use!

Li'er actually didn't have much hope for him, after all, all the people here were famous Confucians in Kaifeng Mansion, and they had accumulated a lot of prestige in their early years, so their talents would naturally not be bad.

And the Li Lian Li Gongzi in front of her, although he is also a little talented, but compared with those famous scholars, he is obviously several cuts worse in her heart.

A child who didn't even pass the college exam, even if he writes poems well, how can he be as good as those famous people's lyrics?

Those people haven't been able to write a few words that satisfy themselves, let alone this Li Gongzi?

But it's already early afternoon, and the Oiran Contest will soon begin, and if there are no more good works, I will have to go home this time.

No matter what the lyrics are, there are always a few more songs for yourself to choose, right?

At that moment, Li'er instructed the maid beside her to go down and prepare pen, ink, paper and inkstone for Lu Cheng to write.

Lu Cheng leisurely sipped the tea, occasionally laughing with the two girls sitting next to him, and turned a deaf ear to the advice and discussion of the people around him.

The people of Chunyu Building brought a long bookcase, and a pair of stationery had already been prepared above, and the maid of Li'er stepped forward to study the ink for Lu Cheng.

When everything was ready, Lu Cheng got up and came to the bookcase, smiled lightly and arched his hand to the people around him: "Today's Shangyuan Festival, Chunyulou is looking for lyrics at a high price, and the younger generations are not talented, so they are ugly in front of the seniors." ”

No one responded to Lu Cheng's modesty, and the "arrogant" words of this junior talent had already angered these celebrities.

Lu Cheng didn't care about this, it was originally some polite words, just say it yourself. Then he took the pen and rolled up his sleeve and put the pen on the rice paper in front of him.

As the person who wants to sing the lyrics, Li'er's attention is naturally on Lu Cheng's body, and she said that this Li Gongzi behaved so calmly and calmly, maybe he could really make a good song?

Zuo Guoji also knew his talent, and he couldn't help but be a little curious about what kind of words he would make today.

Li Lian was inevitably a little nervous, and he only hoped that Lu Cheng would have another masterpiece today, so that he would not lose face for this matter.

There is no doubt about Lu Cheng's talent, but to make good lyrics, it also depends on the preparation in advance.

No matter how talented a lyricist is, it is impossible for every capital to be a masterpiece, and he will always make some words that are in the middle of the level, and such words still account for the majority.

Li Lian himself likes to study poetry, and of course he knows it very well.

Once Brother Lu's words today are too ordinary, he will inevitably be ridiculed and ridiculed by everyone present, so he ------

The consequences were too serious, Li Lian didn't dare to think about it anymore, and looked at Lu Cheng intently, praying for himself in his heart.

"Qi Tianle? Shangyuan ------"

As soon as Lu Cheng finished writing a sentence, Li Lian followed and recited a sentence: "Yan Shan Fire Tree Fish and Dragon Dance, looking at the Baochai Tower far away, ------ away"

"Tanning bow is red, glass is green, and the flowers are slowly ------"

"Cold, light, shallow------"

"The smoke is gathering at a glance, and the meteorite is like an arrow------"

"The old thing is shocking, a pair of lotus shadow lotus threads are broken------"

Halfway through the writing of this poem, the stone hanging in Li Lian's heart finally fell.

Just looking at Shangque, Lu Cheng's poem is not far behind. At least in recent years, there has never been such a good sentence, and even in the future, within three years and five years, I am afraid there will be no yuan words to compare.

Tang poems and Song lyrics.

If compared with the words of the Northern and Southern Song Songs, this poem can only be regarded as above average in Li Lian's mind.

But what time is it?

In this era of great decline in poetry, let alone good words, many literati can't even make the most ordinary lyrics, do you still expect them to have excellent works?

At that time, the poet Xin Qijian once composed a poem "Qingyu Case" on Yuan Xi, which has been widely circulated since then, and it has been difficult for later generations of lyricists to surpass its status.

Now, Lu Cheng's "Qi Tianle" is enough to become famous in the world of words.

At this moment, the surrounding celebrities couldn't sit still, and couldn't help but come up one after another and watch the first half of Lu Cheng's poem.

Before that, these people planned to wait for Lu Cheng's words to come out, and then they would make a lot of comments and devalue it. But when they saw these words, they were dumbfounded.

There is no first article, it is said that the merits of works such as articles and poems are difficult to measure, because there is no specific standard.

But the real good words are still very different from ordinary words in the realm. really rose to that level, it's not something that these people can belittle at will, that will only make people laugh, saying that they have no measure, and exclude and suppress a junior.

And now, Lu Cheng's first yuan word has reached such a realm.

This junior, it's not easy!

This is the unanimous idea of everyone present at this time.

Li'er was completely stunned at this time, sometimes looking at the rice paper in front of Lu Cheng, and sometimes turning to Lu Cheng with a pair of beautiful eyes like water, and her heart was shocked indescribably.

This Li Gongzi really made a good song------

Instead, he had mixed feelings in his heart, and his gaze at Lu Cheng again became extremely complicated: "How can such a young and talented man not be accompanied by a beautiful woman?" No wonder he doesn't look down on his thin willow posture------"

The brush in Lu Cheng's hand fell into the inkstone, and after being dipped in the pen and ink, he whispered in his mouth: "Don't hate the years like water, hate to eliminate the residual butterfly powder, Shaoguang is shallow------"

"Huh?"

His voice was not loud, it was completely read to himself, and everyone present could not hear it clearly for a while.

Seeing the brush in Lu Cheng's hand falling on the paper, everyone recited aloud: "Don't hate the flow of years like water, hate the remnants of butterfly powder, Shaoguang is shallow------"

"Whispering and blowing incense, dark dust shrouded, all of them are scattered by the dawn ------"

"Knock all over ------"

"Ask the bottom of the curtain, when will you see it again?"

"I don't understand the lovesickness, the moon is full tonight."

After writing a poem, Lu Cheng also put down the brush in his hand, and when he looked up, he saw that everyone's eyes were still on the rice paper. He bowed his hand to the people around him again, and said with a smile: "It's just clumsy, I hope you seniors don't make fun of it." ”

Clumsy?

When many people heard this, the corners of their mouths twitched, but they all bowed back to him and said two flattering words.

"Good words! This poem is called a masterpiece, but I am afraid that it is on par with Lu Caizi's recently widely circulated "Picking Mulberries"! ”

In the crowd, I don't know who suddenly shouted such a voice and commented on Lu Cheng's words.

Everyone followed the prestige and couldn't help but bow their hands one after another, which shows that the high status of the person who came is incomparable to these famous Confucians.

"It turned out to be Hua Quanzi, fortunately I will be ------"

"Why does Hua Quanzi have time today to come to this Spring Rain Building?"

"Huaquanzi is here, this Spring Rain Building is really lively today------"

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