The heavens began from the great age

Chapter 147

"My concubine recently read Mr. Zhou's "Ai Lian Shuo", and I am most impressed. I am especially fond of one of them - Yu Du Ai Lian. The branches, the fragrance is far away and the clearness is clear, and the pavilions are clean and planted, which can be seen from a distance but not played with.

Therefore, today’s first question is to chant the lotus! "

At this time, Yang Xiao and all the scholars heard Li Qingzhao say in an extremely clear voice.

"As expected of Miss Li, lotus is easy to write, but it's too difficult to write beautifully!"

After listening to Li Qingzhao's words, the scholars began to discuss.

From ancient times to the present, poems chanting things such as wind, flowers, snow, moon, plum, orchid, bamboo, chrysanthemum and lotus are the most common. Even some ordinary people in the market can recite a few lines without difficulty.

But it is too difficult to write such poems well.

"Everyone should know that reading history can be wise, and things that can be replaced. I like to read Mr. Chen Shou's Chronicles of the Three Kingdoms recently, and every time I think about it, my heart is surging. Therefore, the second topic is "Annals of the Three Kingdoms!"

Then, everyone heard Li Qingzhao say again.

Then, she turned back into the curtain, which made everyone feel melancholy.

At this time, a book boy had already prepared pens, inks, papers and inkstones, and even helped to grind the ink.

"You really hit on my strengths as a literary copycat! If I only write one song, wouldn't it mean that you underestimate me? Let me crush you to death with my poems!"

Watching Li Qingzhao return to the curtain, Yang Xiao laughed.

Turning his head, he arrived at the table, covered with thick ink, hanging his wrist and waving a brush.

"Pretend to be a ghost!"

At this time, Zhao Mingcheng and the others were still thinking about it, and they couldn't help but sneer when they saw Yang Xiao's quick gesture.

"Look at me to embarrass him!"

The scholar surnamed Mei hated Yang Xiao the most, so he winked at everyone and moved closer.

Clasping his fists together, "Looking at Yang Hou's confident appearance, the poems he wrote must be the first one!"

"Benhou thinks his writing is not bad!"

Yang Xiao was already writing the third song, and said without raising his head.

"Does Marquis Yang dare to recite in public?"

The scholar surnamed Mei reached for a piece of rice paper that he had finished writing on.

"If you are interested, just read it!" Yang Xiao sneered.

"Then I'm not impolite, I just want to make a name for Marquis Yang!"

The scholar surnamed Mei unceremoniously picked up a poem written by Yang Xiao and shouted loudly, "Yang Hou is the most talented writer in the world, and his poems are unmatched. Mei He is not talented, so he recited poems for Yang Hou , please give your comments!"

After finishing speaking, he began to chant according to the scriptures, "Gently and graceful, even adorned with a round pool is pitiful..."

After reading this, he paused.

In his original impression, the most Yang Xiao could do was to write limericks like "The country is general, the well is black. A yellow dog is white, a white dog is swollen."

But I didn't expect that these two sentences are not only useless, they are simply wonderful and outrageous.He is quite self-aware, knowing that he will definitely not be able to write such exquisite poems.

"Read it!"

"Keep reading!"

Hearing Mei He's pause, the scholars who were listening attentively became a little anxious and started making noises one after another.

"The rain of lotus leaves comes flying at the counting point, and Mu Xiang will share Xiao Jiang Tian!"

Being forced by everyone, no matter how uncomfortable Mei He was, she had no choice but to read the whole chapter.

Then, it seemed as if he had no strength left, and his face turned as white as paper.

"Nice poem!"

Listening to the poems that Mei He read out, many scholars couldn't help but praise them loudly.The most uncomfortable thing is that those scholars who already have drafts and even wrote a few lines of poems can only silently tear up their poems and start to re-conceive.

"Why is it so noisy outside!"

Inside the curtain, a group of women were extremely puzzled when they heard the noise outside.

Li Qingzhao was the first to speak out.

"Miss Hui, it's a new poem named Yang Hou outside who wrote a poem called Yong Lian, and the poem overwhelmed the audience!"

Her maid hurriedly said something, and at the same time recited the full text of the poem chanting lotus to Li Qingzhao.

"Good poetry, it's really wonderful! Which scholar is this Marquis Yang, why haven't I heard of his name?"

Li Qingzhao clapped his hands in surprise after hearing this, and then asked in confusion.

"Yes! We haven't heard of it either!"

Several women laughed.

One of the red-clothed women was the most daring, and even pulled back a corner of the curtain, and took a look outside.

Then he giggled and said, "What is Marquis Yang? This is Marquis Wu Zhong from the court, named Yang Xiao. I met him once, and I thought he was just a vulgar martial artist. Didn’t you think you could write poetry?”

Then, he simply stood up again and walked out directly from the curtain.

"Brother Mei, don't you want to help the Marquis become famous? Why? Could it be that this thing I wrote doesn't catch your eye?"

At this time, Yang Xiao had already finished writing the third song. After putting down the pen, he looked at Mei He who was hiding aside, and said with a sneer.

"Marquis Yang wants to make a name for himself, so he can send someone to send it in! I still have to conceive my own poems, I don't have time..."

He did not have the courage to ask Mei He to say that Yang Xiao's poetry was not good in front of everyone.

Because there were many people present, especially Li Qingzhao, who was famous all over the world and was not easy to fool.

But if he is to help Yang Xiao become famous, why not kill him?
He could only take a step back and said weakly.

"How about I help Yang Hou recite poems?"

Just when Yang Xiao was about to provoke Mei He and Zhao Mingcheng again, a female voice sounded.

As soon as he raised his eyes, Yang Xiao saw a very familiar figure.

Of course he was familiar with her, because the two of them had had close contact with each other before, and because this person was Tong Jiaoxiu.

"I've met Miss Tong!"

In the large hall, it was difficult for people to look at each other, so Yang Xiao could only bow forward.

"Master Hou is too polite!"

Tong Jiaoxiu returned a blessing, picked up Yang Xiao's second poem, and read in an incomparably beautiful voice, "Red and white lotuses bloom in a pond, and the two colors are equally fragrant. Just like the three thousand women in the Han Palace, half It's heavy makeup and half bright makeup!"

"it is good!"

After hearing the poem recited by Tong Jiaoxiu, the scholars who listened attentively gave high-fives to each other.

"Yang Hou is a great talent, it is better to seek pleasure! Instead of thinking hard, forcibly searching the intestines and guts, and moaning without illness, it is better to listen to Yang Hou's poems!"

Li Xunhuan, who showed the most free and easy performance, actually walked up to Yang Xiao and bowed in front of him.

"The rolling waters of the Yangtze River pass by, and the waves wash away the heroes. Right and wrong, success or failure are all gone. The green mountains are still there, and the sunset is red a few times. The white-haired fisherman on the river is used to watching the autumn moon and spring breeze. A pot of turbid wine happily meets. So many things in ancient and modern times. , It’s all a joke!” Then, everyone heard Tong Jiaoxiu’s clear voice repeating.

This can no longer be described simply with good words, it simply silenced everyone present.

Before their eyes, a picture scroll of the rushing Yangtze River even appeared, making everyone unable to express their deepest feelings in words for a while.

As for Tong Jiaoxiu, although she also knew some poems, she didn't have such a deep feeling. Instead, she picked up the fourth poem.

"Miss Tong!"

Before she could chant, a clear voice sounded.

It was Li Qingzhao who couldn't sit still in the curtain after listening to several good poems, so he came over.

"Can I chant this word!"

Li Qingzhao imitated the way of a man, and bowed his body, showing a look of pleading.

For a person like her who loves poetry like a madman, being able to see and recite such poetry for the first time is a blessing in her previous life.

"Sister Li, please!"

Although Tong Jiaoxiu came from a top wealthy family and had a prominent family background, she did not dare to stand up in front of Li Qingzhao.

After all, she has only heard of the world, and even saints know her name, so she is just a name for her lover, so it seems more suitable for Li Qingzhao to give it to Li Qingzhao?

(End of this chapter)