Zhao Mengqi's expression was a little strange, but he didn't expect it to be his own words.

To be precise, it was a loose song that he copied.

At this time, Qian Duo was injured, and Zhao Mengqi responded to his requests.

Wanwan has Mulan words, her heart is somewhat unbalanced, and it is rare to meet Zhao Mengqi to speak, so she mentioned it a little.

This kind of thing that can make a woman happy without money is rare in later generations, Zhao Mengqi had no reason to refuse, so he casually "copied" a few poems to her.

Now that this laurel order has appeared in Yan Ran'er's hand, it is naturally Qian Duo's handwriting.

Most likely, it was Tang An'an's touch on porcelain that also reached her ears, and then she wanted to use this method to hit Tang Anan and vent her anger for Wanwan.

This little girl is righteous......

Zhao Mengqi shook his head and smiled, as soon as he heard the rumors, he realized that someone wanted to make a fuss about Wanwan's reputation and then smear his image.

In addition, he felt that there might be a shadow of the rich family in this, and the purpose was of course his wife.

Hey, sure enough, there is no trivial matter in the heavenly family, and around the imperial power, there are always countless small actions in the open and in the dark.

Now it seems that although the suspicion of the Qian family cannot be ruled out, there is a high probability that Qian Duo himself is unaware.

Thinking about it like this, Zhao Mengqi was a little lucky, if the people around him played palace fighting, it would be too headache, and he was not interested in being the "fourth master".

After his mood relaxed slightly, Zhao Mengqi was still unsure whether this Tang Anan had set up a game for himself?

Well, let's look at it, at most, it's just water to cover the earth, and soldiers will come to block.

Zhao Mengqi touched his chin and set his eyes on the stage.

At this time, Tang An'an, Yan Ran'er, and Ji Ni stood on the stage together, and then Zhang Yi, one of the judges, also walked onto the stage.

"Congratulations to the three leaders, looking at your dazzling style, far better than us back then, the slave family can't help but admire in their hearts, it's really the back waves of the Yangtze River pushing the front waves......

After explaining some of the scenes, Zhang Yi continued, "The next thing is the final election, the slave family representative will judge and explain the rules to everyone."

"The choice of Oiran is naturally indispensable for beauty and talent, but the red face is easy to grow old, and the flowers will eventually wither, and only poetry can be immortalized."

"We are Fengyue women, who make a living by entertaining the world, although they are humble, they also have life pursuits, such as Hongfu, Xue Tao, Yu Xuanji, Qin Cao, Chaoyun, Liang Hongyu, these predecessors are deeply admired by us."

"And most of the immortality of these predecessors depends on poetry, so even if they can't make masterpieces, if they can inspire and produce masterpieces, we can be regarded as useful in our lives, and we will make a small contribution to the world."

"That's why this list is based on this."

"Later, Zhou Tong will judge the question, please make a poem within an hour, give it to three line heads, the poems will be evaluated by Mr. Mengzhuang, roughly divided into upper, middle and lower three grades, the top is hundred, the middle is ten, and the bottom is one, and the poems obtained at the beginning of each line are added accordingly, and finally the ranking is determined by the number!"

I have to say that there are still some ways to evaluate this flower list, first comparing the ability to make money, then comparing professional skills, and finally ranking in terms of social influence.

This is quite comprehensive, and it is in line with the industry spirit of Qinglou at this time, not only to make money, but also to be elegant and contribute to culture.

Moreover, it gives the audience a stronger sense of participation, and also caters to the entertainment methods that the literati have always had.

Being able to interact is, of course, much more interesting than just being an audience.

As for Mr. Mengchuang, it is Wu Qian's friend and staff member Wu Wenying, he also has an identity, that is, the grandmaster of the poetry world, and is widely recognized by the people of the time, many poets have learned from him or been influenced by it to varying degrees, including Wang Yisun and Zhou Mi, who were later known as the "Four Great Masters of the Late Song Dynasty".

Historically, some works of Qing Dynasty lyricists Zhu Yizun and Nalan Xingde have the shadow of Wu Wenying, and after the middle of the Qing Dynasty, almost all of the poetry world are shrouded in dream window words, and the four masters of the late Qing Dynasty and Zhang Ertian, Chen Xun, Wu Mei, etc., all respect and even strive to learn dream window words.

With such a "status of rivers and lakes" as an evaluator, no one will naturally question it.

After pausing for a moment and confirming that no one in the audience had any objections, Zhang Yi continued, "The so-called beauty and talent complement each other, and the last three leaders will choose one of the poems they have obtained to play and sing on the spot, so that they can be entertained here, and the selected author will also be the confidant and close friend of the head of the line."

Offstage, Zhao Wei was very disdainful when she heard this, "Hehe, what kind of confidant and close friend, isn't it a benefactor!? To put it bluntly, it's just a *** person, hum, shameless."

Zhao Mengqi couldn't cry or laugh, and had to admit that there was nothing wrong with her words.

However, this approach is still a little better than the philistine atmosphere in the entertainment industry in later generations, but for the sake of profit, even two golf balls can be stuffed.

Most of the men present, especially those who thought they had some talent, were ignited with passion and were ready to show their talents.

Subsequently, Wu Wenying, who was originally staying in the super VIP area of the near fairy pavilion, was invited to the stage and sat down at the table prepared for him, and then Zhou Chengji announced the topic to everyone.

"It's really stressful to have this official come up with the question, huh...... At this moment, the official is still immersed in the laurel order of His Royal Highness King Yan, and the word "Acacia" lingers in his heart, so let's take this as the title, in order to facilitate the first line to play and sing, I don't want to rhyme poetry, just fill in the words, and there is no limit to the word card."

Tsk, it is worthy of being mixed with officialdom, and I don't forget to pat myself on the back at all times.

The men present all secretly cursed, and immediately began to think about it.

On the stage, Tang An'an's expression was calm and seemed to be in control, Ji Ni's face was expectant and a little helpless, Yan Ran'er shouted luck in her heart, and secretly thanked Zhou Chengji.

In advance, she only knew that the final selection was inseparable from poetry, but she didn't know the specific method, and when she heard that the proposition was to be made within a limited time, she began to be very nervous, and even a little frustrated.

If you don't have any real skills, where can you make poems in a short time, it is the imperial examination, and there will be three days and two nights, and if it is a good work, it will be even more difficult.

Among the acquaintances, there are many literati, but there are no real talents, Lu Shikui has found a lot of literati, and it is estimated that he can only be out of the middle.

A first-class song can be worth a hundred low-class songs, in fact, that is to say, there is no quality, and it is basically impossible to win by quantity.

It's okay, it's okay......

The pursuit of elegance is really engraved into the bones of the Song people, even if they are the pawns of the peddlers, they can also sing a few lines of poetry.

The guests present can be regarded as the upper class of the Song Dynasty, most of them have literary skills, and whether they are good or bad, composing poems and lyrics are basic skills.

So, they all began to think about it, and it was not a serious exam, and there would be no strict rules, everyone seemed very relaxed, even if they discussed with each other, they didn't matter, and they just had fun.

Half an hour has gradually passed, in fact, many people have filled in the words, but few people have sent the words up, and they are still somewhat self-aware.

At this moment, Zhou Mi seemed to have something to gain, and after writing a pen, he walked on the stage with his hand in his hand and came to Wu Wenying's case, very humble.

"Mr. Mengzhuang, the student is fortunate to be clumsy, please comment and advise."

Wu Wenying smiled gently, "Don't be presumptuous, with your talent, you will definitely surpass the old man in the future, so how can you give advice." The old man is a big man today, and he is cheeky to act as a connoisseur, and the comments he gives are just the words of a family, so don't take it too seriously."

"If you can get Mr.'s comments, students dream of it, and every word will be remembered in their hearts, and they dare not or forget."

Wu Wenying nodded slightly, no longer dwelling on these false courtesies, picked up the paper and read it carefully.

After a moment, the surprise on his face grew stronger, and after reading it, he looked at it again from the beginning.

"Good! Good! Okay!"

Wu Wenying praised the case, and looked at Zhou Mi with blazing eyes, "In the past, the old man thought that you were talented, but at this moment, he found that he still underestimated you, it won't be long before you will have a place in the Great Song Dynasty!"

Zhou Mi was pleasantly surprised to receive such high praise, but he still remained humble, "Mr. praises falsely, and the students are terrified."

"Haha, modesty is a virtue, but being too modest is hypocritical, and young people should have the courage to do so

Gas...... Is this a new word for you? Can you name it?"

"Mr. Hui, the student had a feeling a few years ago, so he dared to try, but he has not been able to finish it, and he has only watched Tang Xing's first dance, and he suddenly opened the square, so it is not named, if Mr. does not dislike it, please give one."

"Let me think about it...... What do you think of the green cover dance? …… Haha, needless to say, this word is naturally given to Tang Xingshou, okay, this is a real talent and beauty."

Wu Wenying twisted her beard and smiled very happily.

Tang An'an saw that he praised his thoughtful lyrics so highly, and it was given to himself, so he couldn't help but step forward.

"The slave family is rude, can the slave family be allowed to pay tribute to the masterpiece?"

Wu Wenying handed it over, "It was given to you, take it, haha, the old man thinks this is a first-class masterpiece."

Tang An'an took a closer look, and immediately was overjoyed and excited, "Mr. Zhou's peerless talent, this word is tailor-made for the slave family, the slave family is ashamed and more happy, and asked Mr. Zhou to give the tune, the slave family can't wait to present it to everyone to appreciate."

"Uh......" Zhou Mi scratched his head, "There is still enough time, maybe there will be a real masterpiece later, Tang Xingshou should not be hasty."

"The slave asserts that today must be the best, and there is no need to think about it." Tang An'an is categorical...

When she did this, it was actually very disadvantageous to her, and when the others saw that she had already made a choice, they would probably not give her the words, after all, there was no reward.

However, she insisted on doing so herself, so Zhou Mi followed her and wrote a tune to her on the spot.

Tang Anan does have two brushes, even if it is a new tune and new words, it doesn't take much time to master.

Then, she walked to a yaoqin, sat down, straightened her waist, and showed her graceful posture, firmly locking the blazing eyes of the audience.

Lightly press the string with his hand, as if pressing on the heartstrings of everyone, raise his eyes to look into the distance, and smile, which makes people's hearts shake.

The slender nephrite slices spring onions, the clouds blow through the strings, the sound of the piano gurgles and flows, and the people in the audience are like drinking nectar, like bathing in the spring breeze.

Zhu Li's lips opened lightly, "Yu Lizhao has new makeup, Cui Gai Tingting, Ling Bo Bu Qiuqi."

This song, like a dragonfly dotting water, stirred up ripples in the lake of everyone's hearts.

"The true color is fragrant, the bright moon shakes, and the dancing sleeves recline.

Geng Gengfang's heart, Nai thousand wisps, and feelings linger."

The melody is soft and tactful, like a light feather, fluttering in the wind.

"I hate to be late, I don't marry Dongfeng, and I resent.

The bottom of the flower is in the dark period, the pearl diving room is empty, and the pink is retreating.

The rain is wet and lead, the blue clouds are deep, and the dark gathers soft silk tears.

Visiting the lotus root, Chu Jiangyuan, who sent Acacia.

Song returned, and his clothes were full of flowers."

At the end of the song, the aftermath lingers endlessly.

The audience held their breath, as if they had accidentally strayed into the fairyland, and they didn't dare to startle the immortals.