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Chapter 24: Swallowing plums and chewing snow
Mrs. Ye's words stunned everyone present, unable to understand what it meant.

They are aware of Mrs. Ye's talent, and it stands to reason that the assessment of poems and songs is in his best interest.

But now why are they retreating?

The personal maid was also puzzled, and asked, "Why did Ye Shizi say that?"

Ye Tai sighed deeply, and said: "Everyone knows that poetry and poetry are all about flashes of inspiration, and they are about coming from the heart, but if the theme is stipulated and it is done quickly, it will inevitably fall into a rut.

Although Ye is confident, he can compose one or two readable poems and pass the examination, but my admiration for Princess Yinchuan is that if the Yellow River is like the stars in the sky, if I can barely compose a clumsy poem, it will be inevitable. I will live up to this sincere heart, and I am afraid that the next work will not be worthy of Princess Yinchuan's icy purity and purity! "

Everyone suddenly realized.

It turned out that Mrs. Ye's goal was not only to pass the examination, but also to write a poem truly worthy of Princess Yinchuan's iciness from the bottom of her heart.

The servant girl was whispered a few words by Princess Yinchuan again, and came out again: "The princess said, there is no requirement for people from the Central Plains, but the format of poems is required. You can play freely, as long as the poems and songs can impress the princess. For example, Mr. Ye created those tunes himself a few days ago.

In addition, as long as it is self-created, even if it is an old work, it can be dedicated to the princess. "

Everyone talked about it, but no one refuted it.

Although the rules were changed, it was obviously opening the back door for Ye Tai.

But the loosening of the rules is also good for other people. It doesn't just follow the formalities. Even people from the rivers and lakes who don't know anything about poetry can still speak a few catchy folk songs.

Ye Tai breathed a sigh of relief. Although he didn't have much poetry ink in his belly, his previous works were there, and a few sensational modern songs could be easily sung.

He clasped his fists and said, "In this case, please start. Ye must do his best to make a chapter that can satisfy the princess."

The servant girl nodded with a smile, and said: "Then please leave the accompanying people, all distinguished guests participating in the assessment, choose a desk at random and sit down, and the servants will present you with pens, ink, paper and inkstone.

Listen up everyone, the theme of the princess is that no matter the title or the content of the poem, it should be related to "flowers". In addition, between the lines, it should express a lot of feelings about love that are hard to describe. "

The reason for letting the entourage withdraw is mainly to prevent cheating, and many people are making suggestions for one contestant.

Some of the people talked a lot, some frowned, each chose a desk to sit down, and began to think there.

Not long after, a set of uniform pen, ink, paper and inkstone was presented in front of them by the maid.

Those who have dimples in their breasts will naturally start writing, but there are also many who have no ink in their chests, scratching their ears and cheeks.

Duan Yu picked up the brush, frowned slightly, and wrote a poem titled "Butterfly Love Flower" with a smile on his face.

He has read poetry and books since he was a child, so he is naturally proficient in this kind of literary examination. When he finished writing, he raised his head and saw that only Murong Fu and he finished it almost at the same time. , There is a hurry to do it.

Among them, the one with embarrassing expression was naturally Xiao Feng who was sitting next to him.

Xiao Feng is an out-and-out hero of the rivers and lakes, naturally he can talk about his character and martial arts, but when it comes to poetry and songs, he only stays at the level of appreciating, but not so good at creating independently.

But soon, his ears moved, and Duan Yu's soft voice came from his ears: "Brother Xiao, I read, you write, the title is 'Tears of Beauty': Shu Yu knocks on an umbrella to sing about old love, old love is like wine singing to the moon, Yueyinchun is gone, the flowers are gone, where can I find the beauty that has passed away..."

Xiao Feng's expression remained unchanged, following Duan Yu's voice, he wrote this conjoined poem titled "Tears of Beauty" on the rice paper in a regular manner.

Xiao Feng stopped writing, gave a smirk to Duan Yu without any trace, gave a thumbs up, and then looked at Mrs. Ye.

At this moment, Mrs. Ye took out a ballpoint pen from her pocket. There was no way, he couldn't use a brush.

He hasn't written yet, it's not that he really stumped him, but he vaguely remembers a poem by Li Qingzhao, which just echoes the theme set by the princess, but at this moment there is a short paragraph, but his memory is a bit fuzzy.

Afterwards, he shook his head, as long as he memorized the essence, he could fill in the details by himself, the general meaning would not be wrong.

After thinking about it, I immersed myself in writing the famous "Yijianmei" by Li Qingzhao.

About two quarters of an hour passed.

The servant girl came out again and announced: "The time has come, you must have finished it, then some servants will present your work to the princess for a look."

As soon as the words fell, several maidservants came forward and put away the rice paper one by one, and presented them to the desk in front of the princess under the gauze under the anxious eyes of everyone.

Princess Yinchuan looked at the thick stack of rice paper, but didn't even glance at other people's. She flicked it with her bare hands, as if she was looking for something.

In the end, I took out Mrs. Ye's "Yijianmei. Red Lotus Root Fragrance Residual Jade Xiqiu" with a completely different font from others.

The style of writing is not brilliant, it can only be considered quite satisfactory, but the above content made Princess Yinchuan's heart tighten, and then whispered softly:
"The red lotus root is fragrant and the remnant jade mat is autumn. Lightly untie the Luoshang, and get on the boat alone. Whoever in the cloud sends brocade books, when the geese return, the moon is full on the west building.

Flowers drift by themselves, water flows by itself.One kind of lovesickness, two places of worry.There is no way to get rid of this feeling, so I lowered my brows, but raised my heart..."

The voice was weak at first, but it became louder later, as if it wanted to be heard by others.

The people present also followed Li Qinglu's murmur like a silver bell, carefully understanding the deep meaning of this poem.

Murong Fu was originally full of confidence. The poem he wrote, not to mention stunning, could definitely overwhelm the limelight of other people present, but once the poem was written, the mellow lovesickness expressed in it was enough to make His work was eclipsed, and now it is frowning.

Is it really possible for these big men to compose this kind of euphemistic lyrics like a boudoir?
After Duan Yu heard the whole poem, he first frowned and thought about it, then stretched his brows and applauded loudly, saying: "Good words, good words! Although on the surface, all of them are about daily scenes and actions, but between the lines, there is a Full of strong lovesickness and longing for the lover in the distance, the sentence "who in the cloud sends brocade books, when the geese return, the moon is full on the west tower" is even more like swallowing plums and chewing snow, and not eating fireworks in the world!

I just want to ask Princess Yinchuan, who is it that can make such a poem like a daughter's grievance? "

His words also asked the other candidates.

After all, this place is full of old men, even if they are heroes, those princes and nobles have been fascinated by it since they were young. Although there are a lot of gullies in their hearts, if they really want to fill in the words expressing their daughter's resentment from the bottom of their hearts, But it is absolutely impossible.

Princess Yinchuan did not answer Duan Yu, but was silent for a long time before she asked: "Young Master Ye, what kind of graceful woman is it that makes you so heartbroken?"

(End of this chapter)