Not to mention that everyone present has been deeply immersed in the artistic conception of the first half of "Yulin Bell", even Wu Jie's mind was attracted by Caiyun's singing.

He has been reading Tang poetry and Song lyrics since elementary school, and when he was in college, he studied Chinese, and he can be said to have memorized Liu Yong's poem backwards, and he has long been aesthetically fatigued.

But being in this time and space of the Ming Dynasty, thinking of the life and death of himself and Miss Tang, and looking at the snowflakes that kept falling in the lights, suddenly, he went so deep.

Caiyun is still singing quietly, and the next is the second half of this song: amorous parting since ancient times, even more Nakan, snubbing the Qingqiu Festival.

At this time, even Gui Yuan, who was beside Concubine Li, understood, and couldn't help but whisper: "A good sentence of affectionate parting since ancient times, even more so Kan, snubbing the Qingqiu Festival." ”

Awakened by her, Wu Jie turned his head to look, and Concubine Li's eyes flashed with brilliance, and then turned into a little tear.

As for the others, they also screamed quietly.

Seeing that the scene was a bit sensational, the old man's huqin played a long trill, like the sigh of drunken departure, like a river that could not be broken.

When it was quiet again, Caiyun finished singing the whole song:

Where do you wake up tonight? The willow bank, the wind and the waning moon.

This past year should be a good day and a good time.

Even though there are thousands of styles, who can you talk to?

…… Where was I when I woke up tonight? The morning breeze is refreshing on the shore of the willows, and the waning moon hangs high. This time it may be a long time, although there is another beautiful scenery, it must be a fiction. Even if there are a thousand kinds of affection, who will tell my heart?

…… Farewell and separation are the most common themes in the poems of the ancients, among which tearful eyes, long pavilions, ancient roads, post stations, and ferries are the most commonly used images. From Li Bai's "Where is the return journey?" Long pavilions are shorter pavilions. To Wang Wei's "persuade the gentleman to have a glass of wine, there is no one in Yangguan in the west", are all famous articles.

The theme of parting can be packed with many contents: brotherly parting, farewell to colleagues, husband and wife separation, lovers breaking up...... Among them, literati doctors often associate with the girls of Qinglou, and even have true feelings. This kind of poem is particularly numerous, and it is the most widely circulated, and it has always been the favorite theme of the people of the Qingguan.

Therefore, in today's Oiran competition, Wu Jie and Xiao Yan both chose to part.

It's just that Yan Shifan chose to be original, while Wu Jie stood on the shoulders of Liu Yong, a giant.

Liu Yong is located in the Northern Song Dynasty, which is a peak of Chinese classics, which is represented by Song Ci. According to the style and genre, Song Ci is divided into two types: graceful and bold.

The release faction is represented by Su Shi and Xin Qiji, and the words they make are majestic.

The Wanyue faction was based on Liu Yong and Li Qingzhao. "Wan" is soft and graceful; The original meaning of "covenant" is to bind, and by extension, it is refined, vague, and subtle. Therefore, "graceful" is opposed to "annoying". Its content mainly writes about the love between men and women, parting feelings, sad spring and sad autumn, and lingering; Most of its forms are graceful and feminine, subtle and implicit, the scenes are blended, and the tone is harmonious.

This art style is best used to express the feelings of men and women.

This "Yulin Bell" is Liu Yong's masterpiece, he watched all over the Qinglou when he was young, sent his love to the wind and moon, drunk and lying on the flowers, and wrote the best at writing about the love between men and women. The sentence "willow bank, dawn wind and waning moon" in this poem is a famous sentence through the ages.

When later generations mention the graceful school in the Song Dynasty, they will first think of Li Qingzhao's "people are thinner than yellow flowers" and Liu Yong's willows, riverbanks, morning winds, and waning moons in this sentence.

The so-called well water is sung willow words.

Although Yan Shifan's poems are good, how can they compare to Liu Yong?

If you really want to compare, for example, if Xiao Yan's poem is a full-score essay in the college entrance examination, and Liu Yong is a model essay that was selected into the middle school Chinese textbook.

It's not something at all on one level.

When ordinary people sing songs, because the length of the poems is too short, most of them will sing them several times, and then repeat them on the most classic sentences, so as to deepen the impression of the audience.

Shicai Xiangyue did the same when she sang Yan Shifan's five-character poem, but when it was Caiyun's turn to sing Wu Jie's "Yulin Bell", she only sang it once, then stood up with the pipa in her arms, bowed slightly to everyone, and then turned to leave.

It seems that such a natural sound and such a wonderful word can only appear once in the world, and then repeat it, but lose the thick afterglow that cannot be dissolved.

Or, she has great confidence in this song and in her singing work.

Yes, Wu Jie's words, Caiyun's singing voice, have completely conquered everyone.

When the clouds left, everyone in the courtyard stood there quietly, letting the snowflakes fall on the roof of the shed, making a "rustling" sound.

At this moment, the facial expressions of all people can only be described as fascinated.

Most of you here are test-taking people who are famous for their achievements, and there are many high-ranking officials and nobles.

These people have read books all their lives, and some people also like to write poems and songs to entertain themselves, even if they can't do it, after reading a cup of poetry by their predecessors, their appreciation is also very high, how can they not hear the benefits of Wu Jie's poem.

Even if you have the heart to cheer, the words come to your lips, but you don't know what to say.

"That's good, that's good!" After a long time, Gui Yuan sighed, with two lines of tears on his chubby face, and choked up: "Niangniang, Mr. Shizhen." I don't know why, after listening to Mr.'s lyrics, I suddenly remembered the chapter in "The Stone Record" when Baoyu and Qingwen parted from life and death...... It's a little different from this song, but it's ...... But the slave was still sad in her heart...... Can I cry? ”

Concubine Li sat softly on the chair, with sadness on her face, waved her hands weakly, and whispered: "Guiyuan, I want to cry...... Just cry......"

"I ...... The slave still doesn't cry......"

…… Seeing everyone's intoxicated expressions, Wu Jie knew that the matter had already been done.

Those who can attend this banquet today are all elites in the capital, or the entire Ming Dynasty cultural circle. In the words of later generations, it is known that the big V of Sina's scarf represents the trend and public opinion orientation of the entire cultural circle.

And in such a competition, he won Yan Donglou, the cultural leader since Tang Bohu and Xu Wenchang withdrew from the cultural circle, and it is difficult to become famous.

Perhaps, in the eyes of the scholars, I, Wu Jie, am the first choice to take over the title of cultural standard-bearer in the hands of Yan Shifan, especially after the gold system, when Yan Dang was treated as a rat crossing the street and everyone shouted and beaten.

In just two days, his name will spread throughout Yanjing, just release the news that he is going to participate in the Spring Festival of Jinke, does the Ministry of Rites dare not sign up for himself?

If this is the case, all the scholars in the world will spit on each other, and the Ministry of Rites will be drowned.

Scholars all over the world are one, and the scholars have a special identity and a very high self-esteem. If someone dares to move Wu Jie and obstruct the imperial examination, it will undoubtedly be a challenge to the reading class.

"Who made this word, and how can it be so good!" There was silence for a long time, and finally there was a thunderous cheer.

"It is said that it is the first name of the Keshun Tianfu Township Test, Xie Yuan, and the surname is Wu Mingjie."

"Yes, I've heard that name before."

"It is worthy of the first name Xie Yuan, and he has written such a good poem. The people who can come to this banquet today are all a moment of handsomeness, is this Wu Festival coming? ”

"Has Wu Jie come?"

is also talking about Xie Yuan of this year's Shuntianfu Township Test, and everyone didn't pay attention to it before. Now, as soon as Caiyun's song is finished, the same words have a different meaning in everyone's mouth.

In the midst of the shouting, the readers who had been around Yan Shifan before all dispersed and asked around.

Yan Shifan stood in front of the small stage, his hands clenching his fists trembled slightly, and his face turned dead gray.

After this battle, of course, his Xiao Yan's first literary name has disappeared.

In the future, when poetry is mentioned, others will only think of Wu Jie, not him Yan Donglou.

"No, no, you can't just throw in the towel!" A voice shouted in his heart: "Poetry is about inspiration, and some people can write a poem that can be seen in their lifetime." Maybe this Wu Festival is a big luck, and he got this song "Yulin Bell" with a wonderful hand, and then let him write it, it may not be able to have such a level...... No, you can't throw in the towel...... I, Yan Shifan, can compose a new poem every ten days, can you Wu Festival......"

Snowflakes fell on his forehead, and he was stirred by sweat and steamed.

The result is so good, Wu Jie looked at the sky, it was about nine o'clock in the evening, the weather was cold, it was pointless to sit down again, anyway, the purpose was achieved.

He waved at Concubine Li, and without speaking, he strode out.

Strange to say, Gui Yuan was still gently wiping her tears, and Concubine Li was still sitting there stupidly, as if thinking about something.

Before leaving, Wu Jie had to go and talk to Caiyun and tell her to sing this song more in the Qinglou in the next few days, and it was best to let the Lou help her advertise.

Just as he was about to bypass the small stage and pass by Xiao Yan's side, when he saw his stunned expression, Wu Jie smiled and whispered in his ear: "Xiao Ge Lao, after Wu Jie made this poem, he knew that Caiyun had won this competition. As for what Xiangyue wants to sing and whose hand the poems she sings come from, she doesn't care about it. ”

This is already the original words, and it is a direct slap in the face.

When this sentence was spoken, Yan Shifan's face turned red.

Ordinary people have long been ashamed of themselves when they are so provoked, and they will definitely have no shame to stay under the defeat and loss, and they will walk away.

What is the task of Yan Donglou, the dignified Ming cabinet minister, the squire of the Ministry of Industry, the leader of the literary world, and the person who is known as the small pavilion is always also. A lifetime of glory and wealth is used to being commanding, don't talk about a small person, even if it is an official of the six ministries and a political envoy from various provinces, he dares to point his nose and reprimand, how can he stand such humiliation.

He had a cataract in one eye and had a hard time seeing.

At that moment, he turned his head sharply, stared at Wu Jie with those good eyes, and roared angrily: "Wu Jie, don't be rampant, what identity do you have, dare to be so arrogant in front of this official!" ”

Wu Jie raised his head and laughed loudly: "Xiaoge Lao, the literati gathering, the poetry competition, this is an elegant collection. The seats are all literary friends, no one is high or low, but they oppress people with their power, and they don't make people laugh when they spread it! ”

"Ah, he is Wu Jie, the author of the song "Yulin Bell" just now!" Everyone screamed.

(To be continued)