Da Cang night watchman

Chapter 161
The Hualuo Liuwen they play is ten times more elegant than Qushui Liushang.

There are eight white jade platforms under the peach blossom tree. The participating literati sit on the white jade platforms and wait for the petals to fall. Whoever has the petals above will fall on the white jade platform will recite a poem.

Think about it, in late spring, the white clothes are like snow, the petals are falling, the white jade is the platform, and the wonderful words are handed down from generation to generation. How elegant is it?
A poet wrote two lines of poems: "Flowers fly by themselves in front of the white jade platform, and a glass of bright red wine."

Think of it as a painting.

The four of them turned around the trunk of the peach tree like a huge barrier, and saw the Baiyu Terrace in front of them. To their slight surprise, there were already three beauties sitting on the Baiyu Terrace, and the three women were waiting for the petals to fall. There are also a few girls, smiling and singing, guessing who will be the first to be recruited.

The petals falling on it are more unpredictable than the curved water flowing wine glass. No one knows which petal will leave the branch first.

A few petals fell and landed on the white jade platform of a beautiful woman. The beauty raised her small mouth and said with tears in her eyes, "Why is it me again?"

A beautiful woman next to her smiled softly: "Who made you feel pity for me? Hua'er is pity for you..."

The beautiful woman refused to accept: "Hua'er is not pitying me, she is just trying to trick me. I want to change seats. This place attracts wind, and when the wind blows, the flowers will fall..."

"It's okay to change seats, chant poems first! Don't play tricks..."

"I'm sure I'm not cheating, I'm reciting poems...Last night, the spring breeze was fine, and it was already three o'clock in the dream, and the people outside the wall were crying, and I realized it was Qingming."

The smiles on the faces of Lin Su and the other four suddenly froze, and they looked at each other. The four great talents were listening to the three women reciting poems. Shouldn't they be university professors listening to children talking about academic issues?But this woman uttered a poem that was fresh and natural, supernatural, and very suitable for the occasion, no less than the average literary genius in the world. Even Lin Su's elder brother, Lin Jialiang, wanted to write such a poem. It is not easy .

And she just groaned casually.

Who is she?
Huo Qi is not from the capital, so he really doesn't know these people. Li Yangxin knows him. This boy who sleeps in flowers and sleeps in willows is a frequent visitor to the brothel. One of the women he knows is Xie Xiaoyan, the most famous oiran of Cuiyu Tower.

"If she is Xie Xiaoyan, who is ever-changing and ever-changing, then I can guess the remaining two. One is Bi Xuanji, who is as immovable as a mountain. The one who recited the poem just now must be the weak willow Fufeng Lu Youwei."

"Three talented women in the capital?" Lin Su's eyes lit up.

There are only a handful of people in the world who can be called talented women, but before he stepped into the capital, he had heard that there are three talented women in the capital. , Some people even said that if women can become officials, the three of them will all hang on the gold list and dazzle the world.

Lu Youwei got up: "I can change my seat now, I am determined not to sit there, three petals fell on my head, look at me as a bully..."

Get up and start running, ran to another white jade platform, just stepped on this white jade platform, suddenly her face turned red, because she saw a man, this man was looking at her with a smile, he is Lin Su .

"Lin... Mr. Lin..." Lu Youwei gave a light smile, not daring to look at him again.

Lin Su was slightly taken aback: "You know me?"

"Three days ago, the three of us were all in the Zhaixing Building, but through the gauze curtain, Mr. Lin didn't know us, but we have seen Mr. Lin's peerless demeanor." Lu Youwei's voice was a little trembling, but she still said this clearly very clear.

Lin Su understood, and he also bowed slightly: "We were just going up the mountain for fun, and we didn't expect to disturb the three talented women. It really shouldn't be. Let's leave now, and the three continue!"

Xie Xiaoyan on the white jade platform behind said: "We just said that there are fewer people and it is difficult to enjoy ourselves. Can the four young masters join in and play the song 'Luo Hua Ling' together?"

Before Lin Su could answer, Li Yangxin immediately became excited: "That's great! Xiaosheng Li Yangxin from Lanzhou is so polite."

"Mr. Yuan Hui of Lanzhou, the world hears about it. The sisters in the Cuiyu Building are eager to see Mr. Li." Xie Xiaoyan smiled sweetly.

Li Yangxin is so happy, he can't wait to go to Cuiyu Tower to try his luck. Although Cuiyu Tower has always been a showman but not a person, there are occasional people who can break through the rules. Once they break through, they will be even more legendary.

"Xiaosheng Youzhou Huo Qi."

"Youzhou Hui Yuangong, a thousand-year-old family, a legend of this generation, has long admired his name!" Xie Xiaoyan saluted.

Huo Qi is also excited. Compared with others, his biggest advantage is the family behind him, the Huo family in Youzhou. Stomp your feet, the power to shake the earth.

Zhang Haoran cupped his hands lightly: "Xiaosheng Zhang Haoran is not like the three of them, he is not Huiyuan."

Xie Xiaoyan smiled softly: "For Taoism, one should step on the clouds, for writing, one should write the world's magnificent writings. Even though the Beijing Examination is a dragon and a tiger leaps and bounds, Mr. Zhang is still at the top, so why should you be humble?"

This woman is really good at talking.

Facing completely different people, every word you say hits the excitement of the other person exactly.

Her eyes moved to Lin Su, Lin Su smiled: "Since the three beauties are interested, why not play?"

As soon as he stepped back, he signaled Lu Youwei to sit on the white jade platform where he had just stood.

Lu Youwei gave a slight salute, sat down, looked at his nose with his eyes, and his heart with his nose, not daring to look up at him, his heart was beating so fast...

And Lin Su stepped back three steps and sat under Lu Youwei.

Zhang Haoran and Huo Qi sat in turn, only Li Yangxin wanted to sit in the empty seat left by Lu Youwei just now, but when Bi Xuanji raised his eyes slightly, Li Yangxin suddenly felt that the air was a bit cold, so he retreated to sit under Huo Qi .

The four men are still in a row as a whole, and the three women are also together.

The maid next to me brought melons, fruits and refreshments, and a jug of wine was placed in front of everyone. It was a "white cloud edge". The wine was poured down, and the fragrance was overflowing. Wonderful place.

Zhang Haoran said: "Recite poems when the flowers fall, and those who can't recite will be punished with a glass of wine, right?"

"Exactly!" Xie Xiaoyan said: "The only difference is that if we sisters can't sing, we can only drink fruit wine instead of white wine, the four young masters agree?"

"Of course I agree!" The four nodded at the same time.

Zhang Haoran added one more point, do you need a precious pen and gold paper to write down your respective poems?

The biggest advantage of writing down poems with precious pens and paper is that the moment the poems are written on the paper, they have already been judged, and everyone can know the quality of the poems.

Generally, friends do not need precious pens or paper to recite poems and lyrics, but today Lin Su was present, and he still had a thought, wanting to see if he could write colorful poems on the spot.

Lin Sudao: "Today is mainly a show of three talented women, we can't take the lead, right? Talented women can't use precious pens and paper, so let's burn holy incense?"

Talented women cannot use precious pens and papers because they must be literate.

The four men of them are in the literary way, but the women are not. No matter how high their level is, they can't use precious pens and paper. But Lin Su really wants to know what kind of poem Lu Youwei sang just now. Level, in his opinion, should be able to win the lottery. If she wins the lottery, her reputation will go straight to the sky and create a huge miracle.

Think about it, it is legendary for a man to write colorful poems, but what if it is a woman?
Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, with a strange light in their eyes.

Especially Bi Xuanji, her eyes are very bright, it seems that there is a little star hidden in it, three talented women, famous in the capital, but what if they are famous in the capital?They are daughters, and everything they do about Wen Dao is just not doing their job properly. How can these three proud and talented women be really reconciled?However, this is the shackles of being a woman, no one can open it for them, and no one can open it.

But today, the legend of Da Cang's literature and Taoism does not discriminate against them because they are daughters, and even wants to create a condition for them, so that they have the opportunity to witness how their poetry palace commented...

The holy incense is lit, curling up to the sky!

Lin Su stared at Lu Youwei: "Before the next petal falls, I really want to know how the temple commented on your poem just now. Ms. Lu, how about you read it again?"

When the holy incense is ignited, there is no need for gold paper and precious pens, and you only need to read the poems to get the evaluation.

Lu Youwei cast her wonderful eyes on Lin Su...

Lin Su nodded lightly: "Don't be afraid, the sages created the literary way, and they hoped for the prosperity of the sage's way. Why did you ever intentionally separate men and women? You wrote a poem today, and the sages will only be relieved, and will never blame it."

Lu Youwei glanced at her two sisters, and the two girls also looked excited, including Bi Xuanji, who was as immobile as a mountain, and nodded at her at the same time.

Lu Youwei bit her lips, and began to read: "Last night, the spring breeze was soft, and it was three o'clock in the dream, and the people outside the wall were crying, and I realized it was Qingming."

As the poem goes, the peach blossom petals in the air seem to have stopped rising and falling, the whole world has fallen into a frozen state, and the rising holy incense seems to have also frozen...

The complexion of the three women slowly changed. Could it be that the woman's poetry really offended the saints?

Why is it so special?

Suddenly, in the boundless silence, a peach blossom petal fluttered down and landed on the tip of Lu Youwei's nose. A ray of colorful light centered on her and diffused, reflecting her face like a dream...

"Poetry of five colors!" Lin Su laughed loudly, "Is this the first colorful poem for women in the world? Congratulations, Ms. Lu! You have opened a whole new door to Wen Dao."

The three women looked at each other, and they all saw surprises in each other's eyes.

From this moment on, Wen Dao is no longer exclusive to men, and women can also have a place. This seems like a small step, but it is a big step for Wen Dao as a whole!

This step was deliberately guided by Lin Su.

This is also the beginning of his great plan.

In a feudal society, who said that women were only subordinate?He started from the most high-end literary way of men, and opened this door!

This is the greatest achievement of today's Xishan Poetry Association. Based on this, the Xishan Poetry Association will be recorded in history forever!

"Miss Lu, another peach petal has fallen on you, and you have to sing another song." Zhang Haoran smiled.

Lu Youwei's heart is in a mess, where can she chant poems? "The little girl's mood is not calm, she dare not sing any more, I'll punish you with wine!"

She picked up the fruit wine in front of her and drank a glass. The original redness on her face increased by three points.

The second peach blossom petals fell and landed in front of Bi Xuanji.

Bi Xuanji picked up the petals and recited a poem softly: "The ancient Buddha with the blue lamp is silent at night, how can the gods and Buddhas be divided into two ways, and you can recognize the face of the Tathagata at leisure, and you can't see people without the breeze."

Poetry falls, golden light three ways, golden light poetry!
Although she failed to win the prize, she is quite extraordinary. Her poems are not good at describing scenery and objects, but this poem is quite Zen-like, which makes people fall into thinking.

The two sisters both wrote good poems. Xie Xiaoyan was nervous and looking forward to it. She also wanted to see what level her poems were. Before, she never thought that she could use this method to test, but today, she can of……

The third petal fell, and it really landed in front of her.

Xie Xiaoyan was more nervous than excited when the matter came to an end. After hesitating for a while, she read a poem: "The sound of rain and rain in the Qinhuai River at night, will the children of Xiling stay? Do you think the east wind is warm in the capital, and the rascals rest for half a day on a good day? A new poem and tears Sprinkle, the two hearts meet in the wild to reap the three autumns, and then go to Qingming to sacrifice to each other, the wind is ten miles...crying in Zhongzhou."

After reading this, Xie Xiaoyan's face was full of tears, completely gone from the ever-changing past.

And Lu Youwei, holding the peach blossom petals in her hand, also burst into tears...

This is……

Lin Su and the others looked at each other.

After the poem is over, Jin Guangshi is halfway into the color!
The fourth petal fell and landed in front of Zhang Haoran. Zhang Haoran pondered for a long time: "The three talented women are in front of you. Haoran is ashamed. I owe this poem!"

He raised his glass of wine and drank it all in one gulp.

The fifth petal fell in front of Huo Qi. Huo Qi thought for a long time and drank a glass of wine.

The sixth petal fell in front of Li Yangxin.

Li Yangxin raised his wine glass and smiled lightly: "Once these three poems by the three talented women come out, I really can't write them anymore. Drink!"

If it was just an ordinary poetry meeting, they would dare to write regardless of whether the writing was good or bad, but today's situation is a bit special. The three women who wrote the poems in front of them, one is a colorful poem, one is a half-step colorful poem, one is a golden light poem, and three are poems. The level of poetry is so high that it is really difficult to catch up with their level. Since they know they are not up to it, then they should not make a fool of themselves.

Four men, three killed!
Lin Su had a heavy responsibility on his shoulders, but the seventh peach blossom petal seemed to be a joke, and it was about to fall on Lin Su, when suddenly a gust of wind blew, and the petal fell in front of Lu Youwei.

There were still tears in Lu Youwei's eyes, she seemed to be immersed in Xie Xiaoyan's poem just now, she was startled when she suddenly saw the petal in front of her, she stretched out her hand, and the petal landed on her fingertips accurately.

Lu Youwei picked up the flower on her fingertips, buried it in the ground outside the white jade platform, and chanted softly: "Flowers fall and flowers fly all over the sky, who will have pity when the red disappears and the fragrance is gone..."

Everyone looked up in shock, the most shocked was Lin Su.

She buried flowers and even recited "The Song of Burying Flowers"?is it possible?

When she reached this line, she got stuck, and couldn't pronounce the third line...

The silver light swirls, and it seems to be urging. The two lines of the poem draw out the silver light, which is really no small matter. If it is finished, as long as the latter one does not collapse, it is very likely that it will be a golden poem or even a colorful poem. Unfortunately, she will not be able to pick it up after all. , sweating all over her head, she just sent these two sentences purely out of emotion, and she didn't even realize that she was writing a poem when she read it. This is the best state for writing poetry, but it is also the state where it is most likely to get stuck. Because when she realized that she was composing poetry, she had withdrawn from the artistic conception of the poem and could no longer enter it.

(End of this chapter)