When Lan Cao recited the preface of the words composed by Qin Chuan in a super-relaxed and bold tone, the two stewards of the Linchuan painting boat in the stairwell had already received instructions to learn and passed the content of the preface to the two floors below.

The singer on the first floor was whispered by the steward, looked shocked, and then recited: "I don't hate the ancients, I don't see it, I hate the ancients and I don't see my crazy ears." Lingzhou Qin Sheng, coinciding with the festival, rose up after being drunk, filled with water and adjusted the song head, in order to be with the predecessors. ”

Water tune song head?

The students in the hall on the first floor were surprised.

There are a lot of poems in the Mid-Autumn Festival tonight, but no one dares to use water to adjust the word card. Mo said that this year, that is, ten years ago, a hundred years, hundreds of years, the Lingzhou Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Association is categorically no one uses this word card to fill in the words.

Everyone knows very well that it doesn't matter if the poems are not good, you can use this word card to fill in the words, then it is not a question of whether it is good or not, it will definitely be a shame.

"Lingzhou Qin Sheng?"

"Which Qin Sheng?"

Many people looked at Cao Shan, who was slapped by Huang Meng just now, could it be Qin Chuan, who was found fault by Cao Shan just now.

It is not that there are no other students with the surname Qin, but the other students with the surname Qin immediately denied it.

Everyone's eyes followed the direction of Cao Shan and looked at Qin Chuan and Xiao Qian in the corner.

Qin Chuan was still drinking and eating slowly, and he didn't seem to care about the order of the words recited by the singer at all.

Xiaoqian is very excited, it is the head of the water tune.

Brother Liuxian really wrote a water tune song head.

Xiao Qian clenched her fists, her little heart fluttering, not only wanting to know what kind of words Qin Chuan wrote, but also afraid that Qin Chuan would lose face.

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On the third floor, everyone cheered up, even Liu Lao stopped talking and laughing with Tixue, and quietly waited for Lan Cao's next step.

Lan Cao took a few deep breaths, she was a famous prostitute carefully cultivated by Linchuan Painting Fang, and her literary literacy was extremely high, even a certain Confucian in Lingzhou praised her, thinking that if she was a man, she might not be able to be on the two lists if she participated in the scientific examination.

She followed the rhythm and the artistic conception of the lyrics and songs, and began to read: "I have a small ambition, and I dream of reaching the sky." Mo Su Yue, the world has been admired for thousands of years. ”

Huang Meng only heard the first sentence, and his face turned pale.

Huang Mingshi was also very annoyed, he knew that this was the case, and he shouldn't have let Huang Meng be in the limelight.

The same thing, this is already the second time.

Will he be able to hold up with his nephew?

He even wanted Huang Meng to leave quickly, if he really wanted Huang Meng to listen to this poem, it would be too cruel.

A person is in the most proud place, and is continuously crushed and defeated by others. That kind of feeling, Huang Mingshi panicked just thinking about it.

Huang Meng gasped, but his feet were rooted, and he had no intention of leaving.

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"I have a lot of ambitions, and I dream of reaching the sky. Mo Su Yue, the world has been admired for thousands of years. ”

The singer on the first floor received the whisper of the steward and continued to recite.

She didn't grasp the artistic conception of this poem as well as Lan Cao, but it didn't prevent her from reading this word in a beautiful tone.

The first sentence went straight to the point, expressing his mind directly, and that kind of lofty artistic conception and magnanimous bearing made the hearts of the scholars present suffer a strong impact.

The sentence "dreams of climbing to the sky in the past" is borrowed from Qu Zi's "Nine Chapters: Cherishing Recitation", "The dream of the past dreams ascended to the sky, and the soul was in the way and there was no navigation". The lyricist feels that it is difficult to display his talents in reality, and he has to go to the vast desert universe to find his ideal state.

Among the people present, some people who had read Qu Zi's article took advantage of the interval between the recitation of this paragraph, and some read Qu Zi's sentence.

Everyone felt the deep meaning and couldn't help but be shocked.

Who does he think he is, a celestial? In reality, you can't display your talents, you have to go to the vast desert universe.

It's crazy!

It's crazy!

But what a good word!

Brilliant word!

How can the sentence "Mo Suyue, the world has been admired for thousands of years" can not be convincing.

It is similar to Su Xian's sentence "I don't know the heavenly palace, what year it is tonight".

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When Liu Lao heard "Mo Suyue, the world has been admired for a thousand years", his eyes couldn't help but show a trace of melancholy, he entered the Dragon Palace, intoxicated in the fairy realm, not to mention a thousand years.

Of all the people present, no one can understand the artistic conception of this sentence better than Liu Lao.

The last time he was so touched, it was when he heard "I don't know the heavenly palace, what year is it tonight". But that time, he was not at the scene where the eternal swan song was born.

Lan Cao continued: "There are guests and phoenixes, clouds meet green mountains and red cliffs, and meet in the cold. Drinking wine to help Beidou, I am also lice. ”

Everyone's anger!

Everyone's anger!

Liu Lao exclaimed in a low voice.

Lan Cao paused, his eyes were slightly confused, and then he reined in the agitation in his heart and continued to read,

"Shao Song said: God is very open, and the shape is like sleep. The bird was held high again and again, and the heavens and the earth saw the circle. Want to sing and dream again, push the pillow and think alone, and lose all the personnel? There are beauties to talk to, and the autumn water is separated by Chanjuan. ”

Liu Lao nodded lightly, and after a while, Fang let out a long sigh, "Good words." ”

At the end of the lyrics and songs, the strange feeling of loneliness and loneliness is something that only he can truly experience.

This poem poked at his heart more than when Mingyue had.

Unexpectedly, when his deadline was approaching, he could hear such words that pierced his heart, could it be God's relief that he had fulfilled the duties of the water god in his industry over the years?

For others, this poem is just a good poem, with the shock of first sight, but it will not be as glorious as when the bright moon is.

But for Liu Lao, this poem is to the center of the matter, and it is really a wonderful word.

It can even be said that it is not a good thing, it is a very special kind.

He has been studying for a long time, he is an old fritter in officialdom, and he is very good at figuring out people's feelings.

"Qin Liuxian, this kid, has done me a great favor again."

Although he had some expectations for Qin Chuan, he didn't expect Qin Chuan's poem to be so wonderful, which happened to hit Liu Lao's heart.

Even if Qin Chuan knew Liu Lao's identity, he was afraid that he would not be able to do this. What's more, where could Qin Chuan know Liu Lao's identity in advance.

What a coincidence made in heaven!

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In the hall on the first floor, the singer recited the last stanza.

Cao Shan muttered and repeated the sentences in the words, he looked at Qin Chuan, and asked vaguely, "Did you write it?" ”

Xiaoqian: "Of course I wrote it by Brother Liuxian." ”

Cao Shan was silent.

But he wasn't so sad, because Huang Meng slapped him, and he was a little happy to see Qin Chuan write such a poem.

What's so great about Huang Meng!

Give him a hundred years, and he can't write such words.

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Liu Lao asked Tixue: "What's his name?" ”

"Qin Chuan, the word remains immortal."

Liu Lao muttered softly: "There are Su Immortals in the front, and there are Liuxian in the back." Good, good, good. He paused, and then said, "You can ask someone to bring him a pen and paper and let him write a wish." ”

Tixue's face was happy, "Old Liu, how can this be done." ”

Liu Lao: "Anyway, it's a holiday, let everyone be happy, you can let people do it." ”

"No."

So a steward got the instruction to learn from the school, and hurriedly took a pen and paper and told Qin Chuan to write a wish on a blank piece of paper.

Qin Chuan immediately took the pen and swiped the ink.

The steward looked at it, and stopped talking.

But he had no regrets about putting pen to paper, so he had to take the note paper and hand it to Liu Lao with a strange look.

Liu Lao took the notepaper, was stunned for a moment, looked at Tixue for a while, and smiled dumbly.