Order me to write poems just after time travel?Sister Xuan stopped pretending!

Chapter 13

"It's wonderful, but I didn't expect to be able to solve the problem like Brother Zhang. The leader of this poetry meeting must be Brother Zhang!"

"Where is it, brother Li is the one, the literary style is excellent, the font is wonderful, it can be called a big piece of writing."

The two looked at each other's answer sheets on the stone wall, praised each other, and voted each other a special epiphyllum.

Such a scene is not new to the Poetry Club.

There is an interest relationship between each other's families, a cooperative marriage contract, etc., and the poetry club has naturally become a medium for delivering goodwill between them.

This is why there is a need for judging. If the quality of the work is sufficient but it is lost in the poetry fair due to the exchange of courtesy among the contestants, Liang Guo's literary skills will only deteriorate day by day.

People kept reading Zhang Xuan's poems, but after reading them, they just nodded indifferently, not many people cast their own special epiphyllum.

Wei Wen on the stage was determined, if it was a masterpiece, these students and scholars would not react in this way.

In a blink of an eye, everyone voted for their special epiphyllum, and the staff in charge of the poetry club began to count the votes.

"Li Wudi, the third son of the Li family - 1 vote."

"One of Zhang's lands—one vote."

"Meng Miaomiao, a talented girl from Liangchuan Academy—11 votes!"

Everyone's eyes were shocked, 11 votes have far surpassed the previous contestants, even several times the gap.

Zhang Xuan looked around, and found that there was a woman in a long skirt similar to Wei Wen's style, wearing a veil, far away from the crowd. She seemed to dislike excitement and had a cold nature. , playing with the Luban lock in his hand.

The Luban lock was not made of wood, it seemed to be made of polished animal bones, it was as white as jade, shining slightly under the little sunlight that leaked through the clouds.

Is this the student of Liangchuan Academy?
Wei Wen on that stage had a gratified smile on his lips.

This Meng Miaomiao can be regarded as a student brought out by him, but his mind is not all in literature, but obsessed with handicrafts and mechanism skills.

I have persuaded her many times, but this girl is stubborn, Wei Wen had no choice but to let her go.

At the same time, the poems that had already been sung were sent to the judging stage one by one.

The second prince looked down, and the ordinary poems were only glanced at and then put aside.

Even Meng Miaomiao's only stayed a little longer.

"Zhang Family, Zhang Xuan!"

"7 votes!"

Sister Xuan'er looked dazed, she had just read all the poems on the stone wall, most of them were not worth mentioning, but a few of them were rather interesting, and the angle of breaking the topic was novel, but they definitely couldn't compare with this poem of hers.

[So, is there someone behind the scenes playing tricks? 】

If she really can't get No.1 in the end, sister Xuan'er will stop pretending.

She doesn't mind a verbal battle on the spot.

"Miss, it's already great! Chuntao really likes Miss's poems!"

Seeing that Zhang Xuan seemed to be thinking about something, Chuntao cheered up.

Zhang Xuan was taken aback for a moment, then smiled:
"Xiao Chuntao, don't worry, it's not over yet, is it?"

Zhang Xuan's poems were quickly sent to Wei Wen and the second prince.

Wei Wen took a look, and on the rice paper between them was written:

Bodhisattva Man·Xia Guiyuan

Liu Ting wind quietly sleeps day, day sleeps quiet wind Ting Liu.

The fragrant sweat thin shirt is cool, and the cool sweat shirt is fragrant.

Hand red ice bowl lotus root, lotus root bowl ice red hands.

Lang Xiao's lotus root silk is long, and long silk lotus root laughs at Lang.

Frowning slightly, Wei Wen felt that this poem was a bit strange.

But where is the specific strangeness, I didn't expect it.

When he was racking his brains to think, the second prince snatched the rice paper, his eyes widened, and his fingers moved little by little, as if he was counting something.

Wei Wen was puzzled, what happened to the second prince?Is there anything wonderful about this poem?

Zhang Xuan secretly thought in the audience:
[There are still people who understand, a poem of this level is born in this time and space, and the splash it can make is beyond imagination. 】

After she came back with Chuntao yesterday, she went to the study to find a few volumes of poetry.

If you don't read it, you don't know it. After looking at it, you find that although the structure of the poems in this world is fairly complete, the quality is really not flattering.

Let's just put it that way.

If Emperor Qianlong traveled to this world, he would not leave only one poem.

At the same time, some advanced methods of play in the poem have never appeared, as if the literary way of this world has been bound by something, and the progress has been slow for hundreds of years.

Zhang Xuan also discovered that before Wensheng was born, Wen Dao had even stopped developing.

It was also at that time that Zhang Xuan realized that there were many doubts in this world.
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Just say the second prince.

[This poem? 】

When he first looked, he felt something.

【Liu Ting. Wind Calm】

Look further back.

For no reason, the second prince thought of the wheels of the carriage in motion.

Fold the wheel in half, it fits perfectly, and can be divided into two halves equally.

This poem is that feeling.

and many more?

If you look from the back to the front?

The second prince was shocked in his heart, and quickly followed this train of thought and said silently:

"The wind in the willow garden calms people to sleep in the daytime, and the people who sleep in the daytime calm down to the wind in the garden of willows."

"The wind in the willow garden makes people sleep in the daytime? The people who sleep in the daytime calm down in the wind and willows?"

really
The second prince verified the guess in his heart, and couldn't help but easily raised his head and took a deep breath.

He bowed his head again, savoring carefully and thinking.

[How to do it? 】

[This king loves poetry very much. The poems written in the past hundred years are all the same. It is hard to find a good one, but this piece of Xuan's three consecutive poems can be the beginning of a school. 】

【It's like, it's like what the fifth brother once said】

The second prince shook his head, did he also think what the fifth brother said was right?It's ridiculous that the world is sick or something.

[However, if this poem is dedicated to the emperor, it will surely please the emperor. 】

The second prince's heart is pounding until now, he knows that if it is the old emperor, he may be more excited.

Thinking of this, he gently placed his special epiphyllum on the poem to represent that he had voted.

"Oh!!!"

There were exclamations from the audience.

The second prince voted?
Everyone has read the poem by Zhang's daughter just now, and they feel that there is nothing outstanding about it. Some people feel that it is not as good as "Praise Epiphyllum" written by Zhang Xuan before.

Wei Wen was also surprised, he thought too much.

[Could it be that the second prince understands the strange feeling in this poem? 】

At this moment, the second prince spoke, and a voice like a breeze passed by slowly:

"There is no wind in the courtyard, the willows are drooping, and the people in the boudoir are taking a nap."

"When the wind blows, the willows swing gently in the courtyard."

"The girl in the boudoir smells of sweat, and the thin shirt feels slightly cool."

"That ruddy hand picked up the rim of the bowl filled with ice cubes and shredded lotus root."

"At the same time, the bowl filled with ice cubes and shredded lotus root chilled her ruddy hands."

"The sweetheart chuckled that the lotus root in her bowl was too long."

"The boudoir just responded with a smile while eating the long silk lotus root."

"The quiet willow tree is the witness of everything. When there is no wind, the willow will hang down and watch the boudoir fall asleep."

"Then the boudoir fell asleep, but suddenly the wind picked up, and the wicker began to move with the wind again, expressing love with dance."

"Who says trees are ruthless? A boudoir's feelings are only known by it."

Everyone in the Tan Garden was quiet, and everyone listened to the young master's chants.

The scene in front of me was picturesque, and everyone in the audience was immersed in this perfect audio-visual experience. Some people raised the corners of their mouths and shook their heads lightly, as if turning into a lover in a poem; Willow's feelings.

Sister Xuan'er also quietly closed her eyes, enjoying the rare relaxation after time travel.

Only one person narrowed his eyes slightly, put his hands behind his back, and slowly did not know what to do.

(End of this chapter)