I saw that the originally buzzing street market was instantly quiet, and the talented and beautiful people on the second floor of Pan Building sat in front of the window and pondered, or supported their foreheads with their hands, or kept crossing their fingers, or holding a pen to write something on the case in front of them. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Most of the onlookers below also thought about it, some frowned, some scratched their heads and scratched their ears, and some chanted something in a divine way. Only the little ones are still playing carefree.

"Queqiao Immortal... Queqiao Immortal... Queqiao Immortal ......"

Mu Xun and Yang Zhang thought hard, and kept chanting the name of the word brand, but they didn't know where to start.

"You two don't do useless work, how old are you? Have you filled in the word? Even if you fill it in, can a stick of incense be written in such a short time? Even if it is written, can it compare to those people upstairs? ”

Liu Yong looked at his cousin and playmate Shinto Dao who couldn't do anything and looked a little stunned, and filled his mouth with a fruit, and hit it.

"It's also ......"

Mu Xun scratched his hair vigorously, making a mess of the hair tied up with a hairpin, still without thoughts, thinking that he was less than fifteen years old this year, he was relieved, and replied with a sigh.

"What's wrong with Xiao? In ancient times, Xiang Lu was a Confucius teacher at the age of seven, Ganluo was a minister at the age of twelve, and Du Fu was also able to write poems at the age of seven. ”

Yang Zhang argued unconvinced.

"Empty age, right? There were prodigies in ancient times, and there are also prodigies in this dynasty, Fang Zhongyong. ”

Liu Yong quipped. Since the prince of Linchuan wrote a "After Hurting Zhongyong", this "Brother Fang", who was talented when he was a child and became a big man when he grew up, has become one of the jokes that the people of the Emperor and Song Dynasty talked about after dinner.

"You go aside, don't bother me to fill in the words!"

Yang Zhang was angry, pushed Liu Yong aside, and said.

"Okay, okay, don't bother our Yang prodigy to fill in the lyrics."

Liu Yong deliberately aggravated the word filling, and when he saw that Yang Zhang stretched out his hand to hit himself, he took the opportunity to squeeze Wang Yu's side, reached out and grabbed a handful of dried fruits from the paper bag in his hand, and filled it into his mouth.

The time of a stick of incense passed quickly. When the gong sounded again, there were many people in the crowd with their arms raised, bouncing and shouting, "I'm done."

On the second floor, a maid put away the paper filled in by the talented and beautiful people and sent it to the host below.

But the host was not in a hurry to read it, but ordered a few people in the crowd who shouted the most fiercely, and asked them to come to the front and read the words they had filled in.

The first to squeeze over were a few teenagers, all of whom were old before and after the crowning. They held their breath, and when the voices of the surrounding crowd were a little quieter, they shouted out the "Queqiao Immortal" they had filled in. But the sound is not audible to all audiences. When this was not a problem, Pan Lou had already been prepared, and every short distance a strong man would stand, passing the words he heard outside.

Obviously, the words of these young men were not well filled, and the audience's reaction was sparse, but there were still a lot of sighs.

At this time, the host took out the paper in his hand and began to read.

"This is the work of Wang Fuchen, who gave up his life in Taixue."

As soon as the host spoke, the crowd of onlookers around them consciously lowered their voices and listened carefully. The host's voice is loud and magnetic.

"The moon is faint and the stars are faint, flying south to the black magpie, and the dark number is in the autumn sky. The brocade building is not to the savage's house, but outside the door, the clear stream is stacked.

A cup belongs, where is the beauty, and I don't see the singing around the beam. The flat land in the world is also rugged, sighing Yinhan, He Zeng wind and waves. ”

After the host finished reciting, he handed the paper filled with the words to the maid beside him, and the maid took it and sent it back to Pan Lou, and the musician composed the music according to the words.

Unlike the previous few young men who had recited the lyrics, the surrounding audience did not applaud, nor did they immediately applaud, but began to whisper, discussing the level, confrontation and artistic conception of the poem between three and two.

The people of the Imperial Song Dynasty were rich, especially in Tokyo. Since ancient times, it has been said that "full of warmth and ****", in fact, it is not, there will be higher cultural demand after being warm.

Poetry prevailed in the previous dynasties, and the old decay on the side of the street could still tell one or two when the Kaiyuan Dynasty was prosperous. In this dynasty, the lyrics of popular tunes have not been weaker than Kaiyuan since Liu San changed to Su Zizhan and others. There are more than 1.5 million people in Tokyo City, not to mention that they can fill in the words, but they still have the ability to appreciate them.

The host didn't pause for too long, leaving everyone with a cup of tea, and then took out a second piece of paper.

"This is the work of Prince Pu's niece, my dynasty daughter Lan Xi."

After the host's introduction, most of the onlookers turned their attention to the only woman sitting by the window on the second floor of Pan Building, the woman got up and nodded slightly, and then sat back in her seat. Most of the audience were too far away to see the woman's appearance clearly, but a hazy beauty appeared in the reflection of the lights.

"In previous years, I heard the legend that the owner of Pan Lou has great ability to invite the children of the clan, and this year is the first time I have seen it."

An audience member next to Liu Yong sighed.

"What is the clan family? I heard that this is a county lord. ”

"You're at the wrong time. The year before last, Pan Lou invited a county king, what is it called? It is also of the Puwang line. ”

Another spectator next to him retorted.

"Female lyricists are rare, and she is still a sect girl, but she doesn't know how well she fills in words."

......

"At the beginning of the green tree, the osmanthus spit out, and the water splash on the pond is slightly grateful. The needle wearer is in the Hehuan Building, the first moon dew, and the jade plate is high.

The spider is busy and lazy, tired of ploughing and weaving, and empty to make ancient and modern stories. The inter-year period of the earth's just road refers to the heavens and the overnight. ”

This will no longer be silent for a moment like the previous one who recited Wang Fuchen's words, but immediately some good deeds shouted loudly, wanting to win the attention of the "Lan Xi" layman.

Liu Yong turned his head to look at the voice, and the closest to him was a big man with crooked eyes and a slanted mouth, with a scruffy beard, and there seemed to be a peculiar smell on his body, and the audience on the side was covering their mouths and noses.

Another student did the sermon

"Twin stars are good nights, ploughing and weaving are lazy, and they should be envied by the immortals. Sister Juanjuanyue was full of eyebrows, and she was even more helpless, and Aunt Feng was blowing rain.

Meet hastily, compete for each other, and re-stir up the centrifugation. The new love does not offset the old sorrows, but they have added and the new sorrows have returned. ”

......

The host read the works of the "Jiabin" one by one, including Shi Weng, a disciple of Huang Fuweng who died just two years ago

"The golden black and jade rabbit, when you look at it, it is just a bright and bright match. The Tiansun River drum should be the same, and it is not comparable to men and women in the world.

The spirit is compatible, the wind and clouds are communicative, and it is not a night of joy, and the ride has to ask Xingjin, for me to say, the cause is so. ”

However, in the end, when judging whose work was the best, it was "Lan Xi Jushi" who won the first prize.

It's not that the "Queqiao Immortal" of "Lan Xi Jushi" is better than the others, but her identity as a sect daughter has an advantage.

Several talented people sitting together on the second floor of Pan Building were not angry, and congratulated the "Lanxi Monk" one after another. Anyway, there is more than one round of "100 words lotus".

The next round of word cards is "Partridge Sky", and sure enough, this time the golden lotus leaf was won by Wang Fuchen, a student of Tai.

After seven rounds in a row, there were dozens of masterpieces in the world, and Pan Lou also sent out seven golden lotus leaves. What made the onlookers even more excited was that in the fifth round, an audience named Zhao Guan in the crowd won the gold leaf with a song "Bodhisattva Man", and the big shopkeeper of Pan Lou personally greeted the second floor, although there were no more masterpieces in the next two rounds, but it was enough for tens of thousands of Tokyo people to remember him.

To be continued......