Chapter 9: Making Stumbling Blocks
"Brother Shi, don't hesitate, bring out your talent." Cao Cong also urged.
Unable to withstand the persuasion of the two of them, Shi Wei straightened his clothes, stood up, and calmly walked on stage.
When he got up, the little boy who was disdainful couldn't help but look up at him.
Shi Wei thought of this sissy's previous incident, and felt unhappy in his heart, but in order not to spoil the harmonious atmosphere of this meeting, he still smiled and nodded to him.
The little boy had a cold expression, ignored his gesture, and turned his head away with a single glance.
"Pretend to be cool, sissy ......"
Shi Wei despised it in his heart, so he just raised his head and walked forward.
Fang had just taken a step, but he didn't want to stretch out a foot coldly from below, just tripping his bare foot.
Shi Wei was tripped like this, and he stumbled and fell forward, but fortunately he reacted quickly, and hurriedly grabbed the table in front of him with both hands, and narrowly supported his body, but he didn't fall and eat.
He was so embarrassed, and the talented and beautiful people he saw left and right instinctively laughed softly.
Although Shi Wei knew that there was no malice in those laughters, in such an elegant atmosphere, he almost fell out of the foreign appearance, how could he not feel embarrassed in his heart.
Annoyed, he swept back sharply, only to see that next to the little boy, a young man with the same oily hair and pink face was looking at him with a smug smile.
Obviously, in this position, it must be the family that stretched out his legs and stumbled.
Okay, you sissy, just rely on the money to grab ice candy from me, and this will even instigate people to stretch out their legs to trip me, and want me to make a fool of myself in public, which is really hateful.
"Ume, what are you doing!"
Just when Shi Wei was about to get angry, the little boy scolded the family fiercely.
This rebuke seems to mean that the little boy himself did not instruct it, but the family Ding made his own decision and wanted to be angry for the master.
What surprised Shi Wei even more was that a family member actually took such a feminine name as "Wumei".
Looking at the pink and delicate faces of the master and servant, and then thinking about their soft voices, I thought of the fat powder taste that Pan Zisu said......
A thought suddenly flashed in Shi Wei's mind: Could it be that this master and servant are two sissies, but they are two women?
Thinking of this, Shi Wei couldn't help but glance at the little boy again, and the more he looked at it, the more he felt that he looked like a woman.
"How could you be ......?"
He was about to ask curiously, but he heard someone behind him: "This brother Tai looks unfamiliar, it seems that it is the first time to participate in the cultural meeting, and he does not know his name." ”
Cao Cong in front of him looked at him again and again.
Shi Wei had to put aside his doubts and annoyance for the time being, turned around to look, but saw that it was the second highness Zhao Dezhao.
Shi Wei hurriedly arched his hand and said: "Back to the Second Highness, the grass people's surname is Shi Mingwei Yuanzhi, and it is indeed the first time to participate in this Fan Lou meeting. ”
Zhao Dezhao nodded slightly, and asked with a smile: "It turned out to be Yuanzhi, I don't know if Yuanzhi is a student of Taixue?" ”
Shi Wei shook his head and said calmly: "Caomin is not a student of Taixue, and he has no merit on his body, he is just a cloth cloth. ”
He reported his home like this, and everyone present was a little surprised.
It is necessary to know that although the second prince Zhao Dezhao is approachable, the talented people who can join the Fan Lou Society need an invitation to come in.
And the people who can get the post, naturally have some connections, even if they are not the children of the powerful, they are also Taixue students, even if they are not Taixue students, at least they have to be a little famous in the capital before they can mix in this high-end poetry club.
At present, Shi Wei claims to have no fame, and he is a white body, and everyone is hearing Shi Wei's name for the first time, so it is inevitable that they will be curious.
This curiosity is exactly what Shi Wei wants.
The more seemingly ordinary a person is, the easier it is to become a blockbuster once he shows his outstanding features.
Such a self-marketing model of first suppressing and then promoting, Shi Wei tried it many times in the Southern Tang Dynasty.
Sure enough, when Zhao Dezhao heard Shi Wei's identity, his expression couldn't help but flash a little strong curiosity, and he said happily: "I said a long time ago that Fan Lou will meet friends with literature, not to mention any identity, if you have any masterpieces, you might as well write them on stage, so that everyone can enjoy and appreciate them." ”
"Then the grass people will be ugly."
Shi Wei didn't squirm, and immediately walked calmly to the front desk, closed his eyes and concentrated for a moment, and then wrote a poem in a moment.
The subordinates hung Shi Wei's words high, and the handsome and lovely Fan Lou head girl, with the graceful voice of the warbler and the swallow, read out the song "Seeing Joy":
Alone in the west building without a word, the moon is like a hook.
Lonely Wutong deep courtyard, lock Qingqiu.
Cut constantly, the reason is still messy, it is sorrowful.
Don't have a general taste in your heart.
As soon as the words ended, the entire Wangxian Pavilion fell silent.
Time seemed to freeze, and the talented and beautiful women present all stared wide-eyed, looking at the hanging ink pen with a look of great amazement.
With that kind of look, it seems to engrave every word in this song "Seeing Joy" in my heart, for fear that a single word of mistake or omission will be shocked for life.
Shi Wei showed a faint smile on his face, calmly facing dozens of pairs of amazed eyes in the audience.
Pan Zisu in the distance, although she knew that Shi Wei's words were amazing and had been mentally prepared, but when she saw the new work in front of her, the shock was still difficult to hide.
At this time, she actually had an incredible feeling, she really couldn't figure out what kind of talent Shi Wei had, and why every poem he made was such a classic that had never been seen before or since.
Shi Wei's gaze moved over the exclaimed Cao Cong and landed on the little boy.
The originally indifferent face couldn't help but flicker with a little surprise at this moment.
Obviously, this "little boy" who dressed as a man would never have imagined that the seemingly tacky man in cloth who competed with her for ice candy before would hide such an amazing literary talent.
"Wonderful, truly wonderful."
The shocked silence was broken by Zhao Dezhao, who was the first to come back to his senses, and he was the first to stand up and praise without hesitation.
In the blink of an eye, all the talented and beautiful women in the Wangxian Pavilion cheered for Shi Wei's words, and there was a look of impressment in everyone's eyes.
"It's just a clumsy job, which makes you laugh."
In the face of everyone's praise, Shi Wei was very humble, but he secretly said in his heart: I'm sorry Li Yu, I copied another poem from you, so I should use this poem to atone for your sin of sending me to prison......
This song "Seeing Joy" is said to be a nostalgic work in the history of Li Yu who was under house arrest in Bianjing, and he was homesick, and it was also a well-known masterpiece in the era when Shi Wei came.
Because Shi Wei had crossed paths with Li Yu before, when he came across to compose lyrics, he first thought of this lyricist emperor.
After copying it, Shi Wei regretted it a little, and thought that although Li Yu was the king of the fallen country and his reputation was not very good, he had left a few heirlooms to save some face.
At present, if you copy all Li Yu's masterpieces, when future generations evaluate Li Yu, not only will they say that he did not do a good job as an emperor, but even the lyricist is also a third-rate level, wouldn't it be more tragic?
"Shi Gongzi, your song "Seeing Joy" is really wonderful, such a masterpiece, I wonder if it can be given to Dezhao?"
Zhao Dezhao held the undried ink and looked like he couldn't put it down.
Shi Wei hurriedly smiled and said: "It's not worth mentioning, if Your Royal Highness likes it, just take it." ”
"Thank you very much." Zhao Dezhao was very pleased, so he ordered the servants to carefully put away the ink post, and then asked: "I don't know who Yuanzhi is from, listening to your accent, it seems that you have not been in Bianjing for the first time." “
Shi Wei did not shy away from it, and said bluntly: "Caomin was originally a native of Dangtu County in the Tang Kingdom, and because he admired the Great Song Dynasty, he moved to Bianjing for thousands of miles. “
"Are you from the Southern Tang Dynasty?" Zhao Dezhao was slightly surprised.
The rest of the people, the young man who was brilliant when he heard this word, turned out to be from the Southern Tang Dynasty, and they all showed surprise on their faces.
Looking at their expressions, Shi Wei thought that they were discriminating against those who had returned from a weak country.
I didn't want Zhao Dezhao to be stunned for a moment, his expression immediately became more appreciative, and he said happily: "It's a great luck that my Great Song Dynasty can attract such a handsome man as Shi Gongzi to vote." “
Shi Wei secretly breathed a sigh of relief, seeing that Zhao Dezhao loved the virtuous like this, and couldn't help but appreciate the temperament of this second prince in his heart.
"Thank you for the second hall......"
When Shi Wei was about to thank him, he suddenly heard a scream from the audience.
The attention of the crowd was immediately drawn to it.
Shi Wei also turned around, looking for prestige, only to find a person lying on the ground, rolling and moaning with his abdomen covered.
To his surprise, the painful person was the little girl who was called "Ume" when she stretched out her leg and almost tripped over herself.
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