infinite power system

Chapter 11

Fuyao Mountain is named after the saying "why don't Dapeng ride the wind and soar up to [-] miles", and it is also for this reason that Fuyao Mountain has become the venue for the annual poetry festival in the desolate area.

Xue Wenjin was smiling and relaxed, and had no intention of looking at the rice paper that Xu Wan took out. What kind of decent poems could an ignorant dude write?
Qiu Daoming took the rice paper, and what caught his eyes was the majestic and unrestrained calligraphy of Tang Feng. This kind of calligraphic calligraphy made him feel more fond of that desolate son.

"Huh? This word..."

After Qiu Daoming finished reading, he couldn't help frowning, followed by Zhong Qingshen and Tan Kangxin, all frowning after reading.

Seeing this, Xue Wenjin smiled slightly, as if he had expected it a long time ago, and said with a smile: "Xu Wan, I have already said that the indecent words written by His Royal Highness should not be shamed."

Xu Wan glanced at Xue Wenjin, her face was still indifferent, looked at Qiu Daoming, and asked:
"What do the three adults think?"

Xue Wenjin shook his head with a sneer, and was about to berate him when Qiu Daoming asked with a complex expression:

"Is this poem really written by His Royal Highness?"

Xu Wan smiled and said, "Of course it was done by the prince."

Tan Kangxin, who was finally disgusted with Tang Feng, read the poem again, blushed, and sighed: "It seems that His Royal Highness has been keeping a low profile all these years. Such a poem makes us ashamed."

Xue Wenjin was a little confused. Could it be that Tang Feng wrote this poem very well?How is this possible!

"Wenjin, you... have a look." Qiu Daoming noticed the ugly Xue Wenjin, and handed him the rice paper.

"Who will remember each other in the deep autumn... When the geese return, they are even more lonely."

Xue Wenjin didn't believe in evil, but from the first word to the last word, his hands were shaking all the time, and in the end he almost dropped the rice paper on the ground.

This poem is not only a grade higher than his?If it is said that his poem is a masterpiece of a talented scholar, then Tang Feng's poem is a masterpiece with a profound heritage.

"How is this possible? Impossible, this was definitely not written by Tang Feng. Xu Wan, tell me, did you write this poem, and then deliberately wrote Tang Feng's name?" Xue Wenjin's face was livid, and it was difficult to accept this fact.

Xu Wan didn't speak, but Qiu Daoming couldn't listen anymore, and shouted in a deep voice: "Wen Jin, you are unreasonably suspicious of others like this!"

Tan Kangxin also sighed: "As soon as this Fu comes out, there will be no better Chongyang poetry. From then on, the rest of Chongyang poetry will be abolished."

Hearing Tan Kangxin's appreciation for Tang Feng, Xue Wenjin spit out a mouthful of blood, and repeated in despair: "Impossible, this is impossible..."

"It seems that Wen Kui of the Fuyao Poetry Contest is about to fall on the head of His Royal Highness." Zhong Qingshen said with a chuckle.

"It's just that this Wenkui is not in Fuyao Mountain, but it's the first time he has encountered it." Qiu Daoming felt strange and smiled complicatedly.

"Don't worry, my lord. I'll go back to the mansion and bring the son here. I believe His Royal Highness will recover faster when he hears the news of Wenkui." Xu Wan smiled lightly, but there was a sense of pride in her heart, as if Tang Feng He is like a man.

"Bah, Xu Wan, what are you thinking?" Thinking of the charming thoughts she had just now, Xu Wan couldn't help but blush, exited the poetry club center, and ran towards the desolate palace.

Wen Kui was finalized, and Wen Kui's masterpiece was also passed on to the hands of the participants. After reading this "Picking Mulberry Nine Days", many talented people felt ashamed, and their impression of Tang Feng took a 180-degree turn. I just feel that His Royal Highness must be a loser.

The famous prostitutes and singers who were invited to play the silk and bamboo orchestra also got this poem, and quickly sang it according to the lyrics arrangement, which was melodious.

"I didn't expect that Ci Fu could be so beautifully sung."

Under a stage, Tang Feng felt very novel. He had never heard this kind of song before.

"Little eyebrow, little eyebrow..."

At the end of the song, before Tang Feng had time to recollect it, his thoughts were interrupted by the turbulent voice like a tide. The moment he opened his eyes, he lost his mind for an instant.

On the stage, a woman stood holding a piano, dressed in white clothes, fascinated by every frown and smile, without any fireworks in her whole body.

"Well, this should be Ning Xiaomei, the most famous oiran in Desolate City." Through searching memory, Tang Feng knew the identity of this woman.

"Young masters, Xiaomei has already performed in Japan today, and it stands to reason that she shouldn't be on stage again. It's just that Wen Kui's work just now is really good. Xiaomei hopes to come on stage and sing for you once."

Ning Xiaomei gave a gentle smile, which drew cheers from a group of literati in the audience. Although the song "Picking Mulberry Nine Days" has been sung many times, this is the first time for Ning Xiaomei's version.

"Is this Ci Fu so good?"

Tang Feng muttered in a low voice. In his previous life, he majored in Chinese language and literature, and had a lot of experience with ancient poetry. However, although this piece "Picking Mulberry Nine Days" by Nalan Xingde in the Qing Dynasty is exquisite, it is not the best one. This is the article.The reason why he wrote this article is just because this word best suits his state of mind.

"Young master, are you just here? This is Wen Kui's masterpiece, do you think it's okay?" Someone heard Tang Feng's muttering and said with a frown.

On the stage, Ning Xiaomei also heard Tang Feng's muttering, and she frowned slightly. She liked this poem very much. Excellent, immediately dissatisfied:

"Although Xiaomei is just a prostitute, she is also well-read in poetry and books. This "Picking Mulberry Nine Days" is the best Double Ninth Festival Ci that Xiaomei has seen so far. My son, if you have any idea about it Question, can you write a better one?"

Tang Feng looked at the angry and cute Ning Xiaomei, and couldn't think of an excuse in his heart. He just cupped his hands as an apology, and then closed his eyes and waited to hear what was different about Ning Xiaomei's version.

Seeing that Tang Feng knew something, Ning Xiaomei didn't continue to pursue it, but just labeled Tang Feng in the audience as illiterate, and began to sing.

Other literati also looked at Tang Feng with contempt. An illiterate who can't even tell good poetry from bad poetry has the nerve to come to the Fuyao Poetry Fair.

As Ning Xiaomei sang the last syllable, there was another thunderous applause from the audience, and many people cheered loudly.

The corners of Tang Feng's mouth curled up slightly, secretly thinking that Ning Xiaomei really has something unique, not only is she beautiful, but her singing skills are also top-notch, and she can't fault it.

"Ning Huakui's singing voice is really impeccable."

At this moment, a slightly drunken voice sounded from behind the crowd.

Xue Wenjin.

At this moment, Xue Wenjin, who had lost his position as Wenkui, was in a bad mood, a little drunk under the influence of the liquor, and walked over slightly staggeringly.

"Xiaomei, I have seen Mr. Xue."

Ning Xiaomei on the stage saluted Xue Wenjin Shi Shiran.

Xue Wenjin nodded, his face was not very good-looking, and said:
"Ning Huakui, can you sing another song, even if you listen to too many good songs, you will get tired of it, not to mention... this song is not that good."

"Shuntian Capital has produced several excellent songs during this period, Ning Huakui will sing these few."

Hearing Xue Wenjin's last sentence, Ning Xiaomei and the audience frowned, but when Xue Wenjin said the next sentence, they were all silent.

Indeed, the poems and articles in Shuntian capital have always been the best.

A gust of cool wind blew by, Tang Feng sneezed again, frowned and looked around, just in time to see Xue Wenjin!

"General Xue, Xiaomei is very fond of this song, can you just sing this song?"

On the stage, Ning Xiaomei smiled faintly, not knowing Xue Wenjin's hatred for the lyrics and music, thinking that she could rely on her fame to deny Xue Wenjin's request.

Xue Wenjin was already in a fit of anger, and was drunk again, seeing someone dare to contradict him at this moment, he couldn't help getting angry and said:

"Ning Huakui, you love this song "Plucking Mulberries" so much, Wen Jin is naturally not good at forcing others to do it, but..."

"I don't know if Huakui Ning sang "Picking Mulberries", if he can go to Wenjin's mansion to have a narration, and sing the rest of the song for Wenjin alone."

As he spoke, Xue Wenjin stretched out a hand to embrace Ning Xiaomei's waist.

Seeing this, everyone in the audience was anxious, but there was nothing they could do. For Xue Wenjin, they couldn't afford to provoke him 1 times.

"Ah."

Suddenly, a loud sneeze sounded, and then, a young man in white flew onto the stage and pushed Xue Wenjin back with a palm, like a fairy descending from the sky.

Tang Feng rubbed his nose, looked at Xue Wenjin, who was a little sober, and said something that no one understood.

"It turns out that you, the son of a bitch, scolded me behind my back."

(End of this chapter)