super concubine

Chapter 71
Although such a simple and straightforward poem is appropriate and shocking enough, in the eyes of these literati, the level is still not enough!

"What kind of poem is this? Haha..." Zhu Yunming laughed loudly. After a while, seeing that everyone was looking at him in silence, Zhu Yunming smiled and asked, "Isn't it?"

Although he was dissatisfied with Zhu Yunming's behavior, no one came forward to say anything. After all, it had nothing to do with him. Any grievances between Zhu Yunming and Xiao Mo were their business.

Besides, the first sentence of Xiao Mo's poem is indeed a bit straightforward. These talented scholars are very picky. In the An Dynasty, poetry, songs, prose, and scriptures were all compulsory courses for students.

Parallel prose, in particular, still occupies a very important position in the An Dynasty, so now the style of writing in the An Dynasty pays more attention to the use of diction.

Straightforward words like Xiao Mo's can easily resonate, but they are a bit vulgar after all.

Next, Gongsun Huan continued to read: "Flying guests from all over the world, Lao Chi has been cold and hot!"

This sentence was unremarkable, a sentence praising Shuangyan Zhenlie, everyone nodded, at least this sentence was not so straightforward and common.

But all the women present, including Zhao Yao, felt their hearts twitch, as if they had been fiddled with by something.

Over there, Zhu Yunming became more and more happy, and even Chen Mingzhong no longer had a livid face, but smiled.

From their point of view, Xiao Mo's poem is just like this. Although the opening sentence is deeply rooted in people's hearts, from a literary point of view, such a poem is just average.

"Happiness is fun, parting is bitter, and there are even more idiotic children..."

Swish Swish Swish, Xiao Mowen didn't add points, his brushwork was like wind, Gongsun Huan read loudly beside him, when he finished reading this sentence, Xiao Mowen paused for a moment, and then looked at the second floor.

Upstairs, a beautiful figure is looking at this side with concern, Xiao Mo's face is a little disappointed, because that woman is not Hu Yunxue!
Disappointed, Xiao Mo continued to write.

The next sentence is destined to break the hearts of all women.

"The king should have something to say, the snow in the evening of the thousand mountains, the clouds for thousands of miles, who is the shadow going to?"

This sentence is too affectionate, and it complements the two sentences at the beginning, "It is called the promise of life and death". With a questioning tone, it clarifies why love can make people "promise life and death"!
I have to say, this is a sad, lingering and touching word!

The first half of the word was written here, and everyone was deeply shocked. Few people thought about whether the words were too straightforward. Even Guo Teng had an incredible expression on his face. !
The original word can also be written like this?
The development of Ci was at the initial stage in the An Dynasty, and it was incomparable with the height of Song Ci, but the An Dynasty people's liking for Ci was no less than that of Song people.

It’s just that there are many restrictions on writing Ci Pai, such as the rhythm of Ci Pai, which is very strict. Unlike poetry and Fu, there are hundreds of Ci Pai, and a Ci Pai is a genre, so it is relatively easy to write.Therefore, up to now, An Chao's Ci has been some orthodox Gong style Ci, which is very upright, but has lost its artistic conception.

Obviously, Xiao Mo's poem expresses the "artistic conception" to the extreme, so that people are shocked to such an extent!
Going on reading, Gongsun Huan's voice became louder and louder, this is a sign of confidence, before he was a little worried, fearing that Xiao Mo's words would not be well written.

But obviously, this young Master of the Young Mansion is hiding his secrets, this action not only calmed everyone down, even he himself blushed a little because he was about to help Xiao Mo write the pen!
"Thousands of mountains and evening snow, thousands of miles of stratus clouds..." There are clouds and snow in this sentence, did he really write it to Sister Yunxue?Zhao Yao thought so, turned her head to look upstairs, but found her personal attendant, and waved to her, motioning the maid to come down.

The maid went downstairs happily and came to Zhao Yao's side. Zhao Yao whispered something to her, then the maid nodded and went back upstairs.

In the private room, Hu Yunxue was sitting alone on the warm stool, and there was a sound of reading aloud from outside. It seemed that someone was composing lyrics again.

She shook her head, although she was very curious, but now her heart was in a mess, and she was not in the mood to appreciate any poetry anymore!

If I had known that something like this would happen, it would be better to stay in Shen County all the time!

Thinking about it, Hu Yunxue blamed herself, why did she follow Xiao Mo to Luzhou?
The door of the private room opened with a 'creak' sound, and then closed gently again. Hu Yunxue turned her head and saw that it was Zhao Yao's personal maid, Qin'er.

"Servant, see Your Highness the Princess!" Qin'er saluted.

Hu Yunxue panicked, and quickly helped her up, with an expression of discomfort on her face.

"What's going on outside...?"

There was no airs of a princess at all, and even Hu Yunxue's tone was a little apprehensive.

"Outside... Heh, he's composing lyrics, the one named Xiao Mo!"

"what?"

"It's that talented man named Xiao Mo who wrote a poem about clouds and snow..."

Hu Yunxue shook her body, then stood up, grabbed Qin'er's shoulders with both hands, and said solemnly: "You... say it again, okay?"

"..."

Next, Xiao Mo didn't stop writing (I didn't stop writing again because I was afraid that everyone would say that the ink was long-winded!).

"Hengfen Road, when the loneliness was lonely, the desolate smoke was still flat."

There is nothing to criticize in this sentence, but in fact, everyone is still in shock, thinking and reminiscing about the first half of the poem, and few people pay attention to the use of words.

Of course, except for Zhu Yunming who harbored hatred towards Xiao Mo.

But he also closed his mouth, and his face became more and more ugly!
"What's wrong with calling back souls, mountain ghosts secretly crying wind and rain... Heaven and earth are jealous, unbelievers, Yinger and swallows are all loess... Through the ages and ages, for the sake of the poets, sing and drink wildly, visit Yanqiu!"

So far, the whole word is over.

The difference from the first sentence written by Xiao Mo is that this time there is no uproar in the audience, but a complete silence, so quiet that only the sound of panting is left in the boat.

Your Excellency Xiao Mo finished his pen, then saluted Zhao He, Zhou Chang and Zhu Xiuzhi, and then said to Zhao Yao: "Princess, can Xiao Mo see her now?"

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