From a son-in-law to a favorite of the empress

Zhou Yuan was amused. Xu Guangchen was a talented person. He could even come up with a punishment like jumping off the boat and swimming back to the shore. It was really interesting.

Xu Guangchen was not afraid at all. He said, "You have to prove it! What you say doesn't count. You have to convince everyone."

"Okay!"

Zhou Yuan smiled and looked at Xu Cunzhong, bowed and said, "Lord Xu is the prefect of Lin'an, the first judge of the city, and a Jinshi. He is also a Shujishi. If you are fair, I believe everyone will obey you."

Shen Qiaoshan said, "Lord Xu is very talented. Although he is an official, he also has poems and lyrics, and is deeply respected by everyone."

"Yes, if Lord Xu is fair, we will obey you. Angry."

Xu Cunzhong smiled and said, "Since everyone trusts me, I have no choice but to be the so-called referee."

"But Zhou Yuan, it's not easy to prove that the previous poems are yours, not to mention proving the "Linjiangxian" in Mudanlou. I really appreciate the latter poem."

Qu Ling pulled Zhou Yuan's sleeve and whispered, "You are confused! How can this be proved!"

Zhou Yuan gently patted the back of her hand, which frightened Qu Ling so much that she quickly retracted her hand and her face turned slightly red.

This lecher dared to take advantage in front of so many people.

Zhou Yuan looked at everyone, and finally said to Xu Cunzhong: "Master Xu, everyone knows that my father-in-law Zhao Cheng is the top scholar in the imperial examination, but he hardly writes poems. It is a bit far-fetched to say that the impromptu works I wrote during the poetry meeting and outing were written by him."

Xu Cunzhong nodded and said: "That's true, but since you want to prove that it was your work, you can't use such simple reasoning, which is unconvincing."

Zhou Yuan said: "Then if I can make equally excellent works now, can I prove that the previous work was written by me?"

Xu Cunzhong thought about it, and then nodded: "Okay, Zhao Cheng hardly writes poems, we know "If you can produce equally outstanding works, it will prove that those works were made by you, which is convincing."

"The key to this persuasiveness lies in whether the works you are about to produce are outstanding."

After speaking, he looked at everyone and said lightly: "I believe that you all agree with me, and there is no unfairness."

Shen Qiaoshan nodded and said: "Of course, but I still don't believe that Zhou Yuan can produce good works. It's not that easy to compose poems on the spot."

But Qu Ling's eyes lit up. She knew some of Zhou Yuan's works, but she had never seen them with her own eyes. Now she has a chance.

Xu Cunzhong said: "As long as the poems written at this moment are in line with the scene and feelings at this moment, there will be no suspicion of preparing the poems in advance. Zhou Yuan, have you thought about what subject to write?"

Zhou Yuan looked at everyone and said loudly: "Today, I was boating on the West Lake, admiring the lotus and the beautiful scenery of Lin'an. I wrote a poem to praise the beauty of Lin'an and the scenery of the West Lake. It is in line with this scene, right? There is no suspicion of preparing the poems in advance, right?"

Luoxue Jushi said: "I am the host of this event. If I praise Lin'an and sing praises to the West Lake, of course there is no suspicion of preparing the poems in advance."

Zhou Yuan smiled and said: "In order to avoid you saying that I prepared the poems, I will not only fit this scene, but also use new poems!"

"I want to create my own ci tune, and use ci tunes that have never been used by predecessors to create them."

When these words came out, everyone present was shocked.

Creating your own ci tune is really too difficult!

The existing ci tunes are all accumulated and modified countless times. How can you create your own ci tune? How can you be considered good? How can you convince people?

Xu Guangchen laughed and said, "Look, this guy is really arrogant!"

Li Zhaolu said in a deep voice, "If that's the case, write a lyric! I also want to see if Master Yuan Yi is really talented!"

Many boudoir girls also looked at Zhou Yuan, expecting and doubting.

They thought that if Master Yuan Yi really wrote a good lyric, then this guy would be too good.

Zhou Yuan took a sip of tea, cleared his throat, and walked slowly towards the deck.

After walking seven steps in a row, he finally stopped, took a deep breath, and said, "Ci card, look at the tide!"

"The southeast is the shape and spirit, the capital of the Three Wus, Qiantang has been prosperous since ancient times."

When the first sentence was read out, everyone frowned, thinking that it was ordinary, but thinking that it was written on the spur of the moment, this sentence was already precious, but it was not a masterpiece.

"Smoke willows and painted bridges, wind curtains and green curtains, and a hundred thousand houses."

Everyone's face changed.

This sentence is extremely condensed, with a broad vision and rich information. It is indeed a good sentence.

This Zhou Yuan is really talented in writing lyrics in seven steps!

Zhou Yuan continued: "Clouds and trees surround the embankment, raging waves roll up frost and snow, and the natural moat is boundless."

"The city is full of pearls, and the houses are full of silk and satin, competing for luxury."

Xu Cunzhong and others looked at each other, with only admiration on their faces.

This should be the first verse, with a wide opening and closing, a panoramic view, and the beauty of Lin'an Prefecture is included in it, great words!

It seems that it is still a little short of the best.

Everyone was actually very shocked, so they looked at Zhou Yuan with admiration.

Zhou Yuan's voice suddenly became high-pitched, as if he was chanting: "The lakes are stacked and the mountains are clear and beautiful, there are three autumn osmanthus and ten miles of lotus."

"Qiang pipes play in the clear sky, lotus songs float in the night, and the fishermen and lotus girls play."

After these words came out, Li Zhaolu couldn't sit still, stood up suddenly, and exclaimed: "Great words! Great sentences! Wonderful!"

Shen Qiaoshan dropped the teacup in his hand to the ground, and he was stunned.

Three autumn osmanthus, ten miles of lotus, what kind of talent can write such a wonderful sentence!

Zhou Yuan continued: "Thousands of riders surrounded the high-ranking officials, intoxicated by the flute and drums, chanting and admiring the mist and clouds."

"I will draw a picture of the beautiful scenery in the future, and boast about it when I return to Fengchi."

The whole pleasure boat was silent, with only the sound of flowing water and the breeze.

The sun was shining, and the waves of West Lake were rippling.

But this was nothing compared to the eyes of the boudoir girls on the pleasure boat. They looked at Zhou Yuan, and their eyes were almost dripping with tears.

Qu Lingdu was a little shy, which was rare. She glanced at Zhou Yuan coquettishly, and the corners of her mouth curled up, and she couldn't help laughing.

"Ah..."

With a long sigh, Xu Cunzhong shook his head and said, "Three autumn osmanthus, ten miles of lotus, from today on, when the world mentions Lin'an, it must first think of this sentence."

Li Zhaolu said in a deep voice: "This sentence is highly condensed and has a shocking artistic power. It should be a quatrain for all ages."

Xu Cunzhong looked at everyone and said solemnly: "Everyone, if this "Looking at the Sea Tide" cannot prove Zhou Yuan's talent, then there is no need to say it."

Everyone was silent, and could only sigh with their heads down.

Many boudoir girls raised their heads and looked at Zhou Yuan with their eyes shining.

One of the girls gritted her teeth, simply ran to Zhou Yuan with her skirt lifted, and whispered: "Please accept it, sir."

Zhou Yuan subconsciously took it, and saw that it was a moon-white handkerchief, exuding a faint fragrance.

Qu Ling's face turned cold, and she snorted, "Shameless, he's a married man."

Shen Qiaoshan was a little embarrassed at this moment, but he couldn't say anything else. He had already written these words, and if he continued to argue, it would not just be a simple loss of face, but a problem with his character.

Xu Guangchen said, "So what if he has talent! Can he prove that the "Linjiangxian" of Mudanlou is average? Everyone has heard that poem, how can he be tarnished by Zhou Yuan!"

"Yes, my Lin'an Prefecture also has excellent poems, and Zhou Yuan cannot belittle them."

Xu Cunzhong waved his hand to shut everyone up, and then he looked at Zhou Yuan and said, "I'm afraid I'll disappoint you, Zhou Yuan, that "Linjiangxian" is a masterpiece that everyone can see. I won't say it's average against my conscience, and there is no way to prove it's ordinary."

Zhou Yuan smiled and said, "In fact, there is a way to prove it."

He looked at everyone, squinted slightly and said, "It's actually very simple to prove that the "Linjiangxian" of Mudanlou is average."

"Because... I also wrote that poem."

Everyone was stunned, and their expressions were quite wonderful.

Even Qu Ling was stunned.

Zhou Yuan smiled and said, "Four nights ago, I went to the Peony Tower with the deputy captain Wang Ang and met my old acquaintance Miss Yueyun. I was so moved that I wrote this poem "Linjiangxian"."

"It's just that the lights were dim inside and I didn't reveal my identity, so Mr. Li didn't recognize me."

"In addition to Lord Wang Ang, the courtesan Yueyun can also prove this."

Speaking of this, Zhou Yuan blinked and smiled, "As an author, it's not too much for me to say that my work is average, right?"

"You are in charge of everything, but do you care about me evaluating my own work?"

This makes everyone confused!