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"Three, please be quiet and make a decision after reading this poem."

The argument of the three old men stopped together, and one of them smiled and said, "Okay, I'll take a look." ”

After that, the old man took the paper, this person is a great Confucian in the literary world, the other party took the paper and looked at it, and said with a smile: "This poem is appropriate for the times, and the title is Pipa Xing." ”

"Pipa Xing!"

Hearing these three words, Qu Yanran, who had been listening behind the bead curtain, moved in her heart and glanced at the pipa in her hand.

At that moment, a young man's voice said in the upper room: "It is said that it is a pipa line, but it is said that everyone plays the poem of the pipa tonight." ”

"It should be." Someone on the side chimed in.

At this time, the young man said: "This is difficult, tonight's poems are all lyrical scenes, and no one has recounted the sound of everyone's pipa." Rare, rare. ”

At this time, the person who echoed said: "The song of the music is fairy music, how can it be expressed in words, if it is not successful, the painting tiger will not become an anti-dog." ”

Speaking of this, many people in the wing room laughed.

Hearing this, Yang Yun was furious, and anyone could hear it, the young man seemed to be praising his own work at first glance, but in fact, he was uniting others to sarcastically mock him.

Yang Jun said fiercely to Li Chongjiu: "I need this person today, and I can't go out of this door in my life." ”

Li Chongjiu smiled and said, "His Royal Highness King Qi, don't be impatient. ”

Although Li Chongjiu said this, Yang Yong still looked angry.

"Okay, let's read it directly, there is no need to sell it anymore," several people in the wing room said, "Let me wait to see the masterpiece." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he burst into laughter again.

"Good, good. This poem is very long, and everyone listens to it slowly. The great Confucian in the literary world smiled, and immediately remembered it in a frustrated voice.

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After a long time, he came out, still holding the pipa and half covering his face.

The hinge plucks the strings three or two times, and there is love before the tune.

The strings cover up the sound and thoughts, as if they are complaining about their lack of ambition.

The low-brow letter continued, saying that there are infinite things in my heart.

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The beginning is slow, but the narrative is unremarkable, and when a few old men heard the thousands of calls and began to come out, they still hugged the pipa and half-covered their faces, and they couldn't help but smile and nod.

An old man said: "It is very apt, and the words are very good. ”

And Yu Shinan, who was sitting and resting on the side, couldn't help but open his eyes at this time.

When it came to the last two sentences, an old man said: "The artistic conception in the words is beautiful, but it seems to be a bosom friend of the song!" ”

The people in the wing room were also silent, obviously trying to find fault, but they couldn't.

"Let's listen to that." One person said so.

At this time, the great Confucian in the literary world showed a straight face, and he took a breath at the moment, and read it with emotion.

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The big strings are noisy like a torrential rain, and the small strings are like whispers.

Noisy and staggered, big beads and small beads fall on the jade plate.

The bottom of the flower is slippery, and it is difficult to go under the drift ice of the secluded spring.

The ice fountain is cold and astringent, and the condensation will not be silent for a while.

Don't have gloom and hatred, silence is better than sound at this time.

The silver bottle burst through the water slurry, and the iron rider stood out with the sound of knives and guns.

At the end of the song, beware of drawing, the four strings sound like cracks.

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Not to mention the people upstairs, when those little maids, singers, and dancers listened to this arrangement, they couldn't help but tremble, and everyone gave birth to why someone could write such poems.

All women were born, and I really hated that I could write my mood with this word.

When she heard that silence was better than sound at this time, Qu Yanran's heart trembled suddenly, and her eyes showed a complex and indescribable color.

The four old men on the side, who were judges, either slapped the table, shook their heads, or couldn't help themselves.

At this time, even Yu Shinan on the side stood up and muttered: "This poem is flowing water, I haven't seen it for several years. What's even more difficult is that this poem is catchy, easy to understand, and does not cultivate gorgeous words, even the singers and maids on the side can understand it. ”

As he spoke, it was time to finish, and the old man seemed to be integrated into the artistic conception of the poem, unable to extricate himself, and spoke slowly.

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Qu Ba once taught good people to wear, and made up every time he was jealous of Qiu Niang.

Wuling is young and entangled, and I don't know how many red silk songs are played.

The silver grate of the head is shattered, and the blood-colored skirt is stained with wine.

This year's laughter will be next year, and the autumn moon and spring breeze will be leisurely.

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The words in the poem are loud and clear.

Yun Niang waited on the side to see Qu Yanran's eyes hazy, obviously touching her heart, and couldn't help but sigh leisurely for her on the side.

Yun Niang walked up to Qu Yanran and said: "My good daughter, with this poem written for you, you are going to be famous all over the world, but for some reason, I am not happy for you at all." ”

Qu Yanran lowered her head, straightened her complexion slightly, and when she raised her head, she regained her calm expression.

I saw her ask very seriously: "Yun Niang, who wrote this poem?" ”

Hearing Qu Yanran ask like this, Yun Niang's face showed suspicion, confusion, and an indescribable look, as if she had pondered again and again, and then she said a name in Qu Yanran's ear.

At this moment, Qu Yanran's eyes flickered, and she asked with a bit of surprise: "It's actually him?" ”

In the field, when the old man finished reading the poem, he covered the scroll and sighed, looking back left and right, wanting to see the looks of everyone. At present, some people in the garden are silently reading, and some people are busy transcribing this poem, which is quiet and abnormal.

At this time, Yu Shinan took a few steps forward and walked to the old man's side.

As soon as the old man saw Yu Shinan, he immediately said, "Brother Yu, what do you think of this poem?" Can it be the leader? ”

Yu Shinan nodded and said, "Well deserved." ”

This sentence is enough to cover the coffin, and the last doubt in everyone's hearts is also gone, since even everyone in the world, Yu Shinan has opened the golden mouth, what doubts are there.

At present, there is the last question left in everyone's hearts, who is the poem that occupies the top spot, who is the poem that can be alone with everyone tonight and can fight the hearts of beauties?

The person in the wing, everyone is full of jealousy, but at this moment they have to admire this person's poetic talent.

As the poem says, Wuling is young and entangled, and I don't know how many red silk songs are played.

In the end, this person won the laurel with his poetry and won the hearts of beauties.

Yu Shinan stood with his hands in his hands, took the paper at the moment, looked at it carefully, and when he saw the payment, he couldn't help but sigh.

On the side room, someone couldn't bear it anymore and asked, "May I ask what the masterpiece of that genius is?" ”

The man standing in Yu Shinan opened his mouth and said, "Just ask Brother Yu to announce this poem." ”

Yu Shinan nodded and said, "Please forgive the old man for being lonely and weak, who is this talented man who is known as Yang Wanli, and why has he never heard of it before?" ”

When asked, everyone shook their heads.

Yu Shinan sighed: "I'm also ignorant, it's the hero who doesn't ask where he comes from, the future life is terrifying, the future life is terrifying, such a great talent in the world, the old man wants to pay a visit to one or two." ”

"Exactly, exactly."

Several old men couldn't help but nod their heads together.

Yu Shinan said this, and Yun Niang, who had just come out of the back of the stage, had a somewhat inexplicable look on her face.

At this moment, it is in the wing room on the second floor.

Yang Jun looked high-spirited, and he was tidying up his clothes, in order to meet and make a splash.

"Chongjiu, what do you think of me?" Yang Yongzheng said.

Li Chongjiu looked at Yang Jun and said immediately: "His Royal Highness King Qi, if you walk with a dragon and a tiger, you will definitely be able to win the hearts of beauties." ”

Although Li Chongjiu is flattering, but it is not nonsense, although this Yang Jian is plain and straightforward, but after all, he is a noble man of the heavenly family.

Listening to Li Chongjiu's words, Yang Yan couldn't help but raise his head and laugh, and immediately stepped forward and patted Li Chongjiu's shoulder gently, and said: "Very good, very good, you have made great achievements tonight, and you will be rewarded for your lonely, but ......"

Without waiting for Yang Yun to exit, Li Chongjiu took the lead and said: "Please rest assured, Your Highness, tonight's incident will never be leaked." ”

"Very good, very good." Listening to Li Chongjiu's assurance, Yang Jian smiled with great satisfaction, and went downstairs at the moment.

Seeing Yang Jun leaving, Li Chongjiu smiled slightly, and left the room at the moment.

At this time, I heard Yang Xuanlang laughing loudly from downstairs.

"It's not just Yang Wanli, I've seen a few gentlemen, tonight is really a fluke, a fluke, as for what monopolizes the leader, I dare not be a ......"

Li Chongjiu listened to Yang Xuan's pretended modest words, but he was a little funny, and immediately walked downstairs.

A few little maids on the side walked towards Li Chongjiu and whispered: "It turns out that this is Yang Gongzi, I usually think he is a poor and sour literati, but I didn't expect poetry to be so good." ”

"Xiaoyue, I told you, you can't judge people by appearance, and let alone poor and sour literati, where can you enter the door of the famous flowers under the moon."

"Sister, you're right, I think tonight it looks like this Yang Gongzi is going to be famous all over the world."

"Yes, a talented and beautiful woman, there is also a talent like Yang Gongzi, who is worthy of everyone in the song. You see we're still ...... today Alas, don't say it. ”

After that, several maidservants passed by Li Chongjiu's side, and when they saw each other dressed, they thought they were just entourage, and they didn't even salute, so they hurriedly went upstairs to see Yang Gongzi's demeanor.

When Li Chongjiu went downstairs, all the maidservants ran to the front and witnessed the demeanor of Yang Gongzi, the author of the pipa masterpiece.

Li Chongjiu even asked someone where there was a place to eat and drink, but there was no one, and at this moment, suddenly a person shouted behind Li Chongjiu: "I am His Royal Highness the King of Qi, where is there such a poem to make this masterpiece, it turns out that Brother Chongjiu is catching a knife in the back." ”

This low drink, if you change it to others, will be frightened away.

And after Li Chongjiu County saw that there was no one around, he turned his head, looked at the young man in front of him wearing a scarf and holding a feather fan, and said with a wry smile: "Brother Fa Master, are you trying to harm me?" ”

The other party smiled, it was the old acquaintance Li Mi.