Idle courtiers

Chapter 12 Sorry I'm in a hurry

When discussing the topic earlier, he suggested to write about the moon. Apart from his own poems, which are not bad, it is because of his love for the moon that he wrote a lot of related works early on.At this moment, I just need to pick out a song at random. As for Liu Xu, I just need to change a few words in the old work, and it doesn't take much effort.

This is really a simple task, why not make him ecstatic.I thought to myself, Miss Mei was right on the topic I gave, and today's competition is purely for me, could it be that the second lady has heard that I have outstanding literary talents, and today she sees that I am handsome and unrestrained, so her heart is moved?

Immediately, he couldn't help sticking his head out of the window, looking at his facial features printed in the water with the last glimmer of the setting sun: Handsome, handsome!

It's really a bit of self-pity.

Unlike his confidence, the other scholars were all contemplating, their brows frowning into the word Chuan.The time for a stick of incense is short or not, long or not.With everyone's talent and learning, it's not a big deal to just fill in a poem.But if you want to do well, stand out from the crowd of more than 20 people, come out on top, and embrace the beauty in the future, it is not so easy.

Even the musicians who had been prepared by the Mei family held their breath when they felt the condensed atmosphere when the competition was approaching.

Only Mei Pu looked at the crowd with a smile, "Brothers, hurry up, in fact, it is not difficult to write lyrics with the moon and catkins. From ancient times to the present, I don't know how many famous poems have been written. It's just breaking willows and parting, seeing the moon and thinking of people... ..."

Weng Chun was revising his old work in his mind, when he interrupted him, he smiled wryly: "Mr. Mei, can you let me wait quietly. The composition should be coherent. If you interrupt me, my writing will be cut off."

The other scholars also said: "Brother Ying Yuan is right, I just want to be quiet."

Suddenly, someone gave a chuckle: "I'm thinking about Jing Jing, who is Jing Jing? It's just a poem about Yue and Liu Mian, so what's so special about it? It’s not stereotyped writing, which requires repeated deliberation. The ancients wrote poems and lyrics, and they paid attention to the natural formation. If you carve it carefully, even if you barely do it well, you are nothing more than a craftsman and a fool. During the Wei and Jin Dynasties, Cao Zijian completed it in seven steps. Poetry, if you think about it like the gentlemen, you will lose your head a long time ago. In the Tang Dynasty, Wen Tingyun was brilliant and talented, and he worked in small Fu. Every time he entered the test, he made a Fu with official rhymes. If you are frowning like Zhu Jun, how can you have a gentle and quick thinking."

The laughter was full of sarcasm. When everyone looked up, it was Zhou Nan who made the sneer.

Weng Chun was furious: "This brother came here uninvited, and just now he said loudly that he wants to win tonight's prize. Compared with poetry, he has a lot of experience, why don't you invite him first?"

"Then I will do my part?" Zhou Nan nodded and stood up, flicked his sleeves, and cleared his throat.

Ordinarily, in thinking about this kind of poetry competition, according to the routine of the traverser pretending to be aggressive, one should first let the domineering villain provoke and bully him, while he kept a low profile and endured it, watching from the sidelines and watching other people jump up and down with cold eyes.Until the end, he recited an ancient famous poem aloud, severely suppressed everyone, and slapped those who despised and despised him before.After reaping shattered eyes and admiring gazes, he left to spread his voice and fame.

However, it was getting late, and the rent for today's room and food hadn't been settled yet, and Zhou Nan didn't have time to pretend.Let's not do the finale and the main axis, and just make an opening appearance.

"Where are the catkins and flowers, the layers of ice and snow are devastated, and the sparse trees are cold just before dawn." Where did the catkins and poplar flowers go with the wind?The original life was destroyed by thick ice and snow.At five o'clock, it was windy and cold at night, and this willow tree also looked desolate and desolate.

Willow branches and catkins are the most common images in Chinese classical poetry. There are not many poems about these two characters from ancient times to the present. Hearing the folded willows in this nocturne, no one can miss the love of the hometown." They are all famous lines through the ages.No matter what future generations do, they will not be able to break away from the pattern of the predecessors.

As far as Zhou Nan's sentence is concerned, it is just a general talk, and there is nothing brilliant about it.Such a sentence, as long as the antithesis is not wrong, it is no problem for everyone to write dozens or hundreds of sentences a day.

At the moment, everyone is laughing in their hearts. You are a foreigner with this level, so you have the nerve to start the speech.

However, Zhou Nan's next sentence caused everyone's complexion to change suddenly, and felt a cool cold air rising in their hearts, slowly rushing towards their foreheads.

"Love him and the moon is good, and it is also related to being haggard." The bright moon shines selflessly, no matter whether the willows are lush or sparse, they are generally caring.

This sentence is so beautiful and timeless that it makes people cry, it makes people feel as if there is a bright moon rising in front of them, projecting the cold moonlight to the earth, shining on the dancing willows.In the moonlight, everything is alive and alive.

"Where are the catkins and flowers, where is the ice and snow, and the sparse trees are cold at five o'clock. Love him, the bright moon is good, and it is also related to being haggard." Everyone is proficient in melody, how can they not listen to this? "The first half of the film.

Cipai and Qupai are generally divided into upper and lower pieces.The first half of the poem describes the scenery, and the second half of the poem expresses emotions.

Judging from Zhou Nan's two sentences, the words are simple and precise, even a little plain.But these plain words are combined into a vivid and poignant picture scroll of the gentle flow under the moon.It is conceivable that in the second half of the song, when it is lyrical, it will return to the degree of lingering and sentimental.

Sure enough, Zhou Nan's voice became more intense: "The most important thing is that Fansi shakes behind and turns to teach Ren Yichunshan. The dream of wearing a skirt is intermittently responding to difficulties."

Especially when the luxuriant willows are shaking down, I can't help but recall that woman back then.In the dream, I saw the scene of the tryst with her back then, but the good dream is easy to break, and the broken dream is hard to continue, so I sent my sorrow to Xifeng.

But, so what if you send this worry to Xifeng?

No matter how strong the west wind is, how can it blow the endless sorrows of people.

Zhou Nan stretched out his hand, took away the Four Treasures of the Study, which were used as a lottery head, wrapped it in a red cloth, and let out a long cry: "How much hate the west wind blows, the eyebrows can't be blown away."

Yes, this is "Linjiang Immortal", which comes from the Mingchuan artifact "Nalan Ci".

Hearing the last sentence, the cold air from everyone's hearts exploded instantly, causing goose bumps all over the body, ears buzzing, and hair standing on end.

This word turned out to be extremely good.Master's handwriting, a generation of Ci.

Although it is said that Wen Wu is the first and Wu Wu is the second, but in front of such a shocking masterpiece, the gap is obvious.No matter how you write and how hard you put your heart into it, can it be better than this sentence "How much hate the west wind can blow your eyebrows?"

This is talent. Literary creation requires talent. A great poet’s big words are born by God, not by studying hard.

If hard work is useful, what do you need a genius for?
In the centuries-old history of the Ming and Qing Dynasties, if Nalan Rongruo claimed to be the second in terms of poetry attainments, no one would dare to be the number one.

As soon as this word came out, the viewers in the cabin were ashamed, and everyone knew that today's poetry meeting was over before it even started.

They were actually ordinary scholars in a county in the Ming Dynasty, and they couldn't even put their names in the historical materials, so how could they fill in a masterpiece in haste that was better than Nalan Ci and win Zhou Nan?

No one spoke, they all stared blankly at Zhou Nan sweeping the prize and walking towards the bank happily.

Seeing that Zhou Nan was about to get off the boat this week, there was a sudden call: "Young master, please stop, can you tell me your name?"

A stunning woman ran out from the inner cabin. She had a slim figure, dignified features, and even a hint of heroism in her brows.No need to ask, this must be Mei Chi, the second young lady of the Mei family.

Everyone only heard the name of Second Miss Mei, but today was the first time they saw her, their eyes lit up immediately, they were so dazzled that they couldn't keep their eyes open.

Hearing a woman shouting from behind, Zhou Nan didn't turn his head: "Duckweed wandering has no root at all. Don't ask, Lord, wandering in the end of the world. I'm sorry, I'm in a hurry, and there will be no future!"

After a few ups and downs, it disappeared into the night.

At this moment, the sky has completely darkened, and it is strange to say that a round of bright moon suddenly appeared from the clouds, shining boundless brilliance on the earth, and everything was shrouded in the milky white moonlight.The breeze came slowly, the remnant willows danced here and there, and there seemed to be the sound of Zhou Nan's clothes fluttering and dancing in the wind.

The musicians in the cabin are also amazing, the Xiao Guan blew slowly, and the invited singer sang softly: "Where are the flying catkins and flying flowers? A layer of ice and snow destroys a tree. It's cold just before dawn. Love him bright moon Well, haggardness is also related. The most important thing is that the silk shakes behind, and I turn to Yichun Mountain. The dream of the skirt is intermittently coping with the difficulties. No matter how much the west wind hates it, the eyebrows can't be blown away."

"Love him, the moon is good, haggard is also related. No matter how much the west wind hates, the eyebrows can't be blown away." Carefully savoring Zhou Nan's "Linjiang Fairy", Miss Mei Er suddenly had a hazy mist in her eyes.

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It has to be said that the power of Nalan Ci is too great.Once this "Linjiang Immortal" came out, no matter how much other scholars racked their brains, it was impossible to write a better work.Everyone still has this self-knowledge. If you write it forcefully, it will become a joke.

There was no point in staying on the boat any longer. As soon as Zhou Nan left, all sentient beings excused themselves to leave in twos and threes. It seemed that the biwen seizing marriage that was going to become a good story among scholars ended so silently.

The whole night, those two lines of words flashed repeatedly in Miss Mei Er's mind, and then Zhou Nan's face with a lazy smile on the corner of his mouth.

"That face seems familiar. Could it be that I have seen it before? Could it be that he is also our Anton scholar? No, no, no, speaking of young scholars in our county, I know him all!"

"Miss, it's late at night, let's go to bed early and rest." Seeing her young lady's face fluctuating from joy to worry, the maid asked in a low voice, "Miss, do you like that young scholar?"

"You, Xiaohong, if you talk nonsense again, I will drive you out to accompany someone to marry you." After the maid Xiaohong broke her mind, Second Miss Mei seemed to have fallen into hot soup, shy and unbearable.

"Miss, are you really willing to drive me out?" Xiaohong's small eyes rolled: "How talented was that husband before, Xiaohong couldn't read and couldn't understand. But in terms of appearance, it's not bad. Look at that arm That leg, that head, according to the words of our country, will definitely be a good hand in the field in the future."

"Xiaohong, you girl is really good at making funny movies. How can you get involved in farming when you're a book reader?" Second Miss Mei couldn't help laughing out loud.

Xiaohong suddenly looked worried: "However, I'm afraid this matter will not work. From my point of view, the son who wrote the poem earlier must be at least thirty years old. In our country, he might have grandchildren."

"Ah... you say he, he, he, he may be married..." Second Miss Mei's voice trembled.

Xiaohong: "It's hard to say, how about I find someone to visit? Miss, Miss."

No one answered, but when she looked up, Second Miss Mei looked at the moonlight outside the window as if she was insane.He only muttered in his mouth: "The most important thing is that Fansi shakes behind and turns to teach people to recall Chunshan, and the dream of wearing a skirt is intermittently responding to difficulties."

(End of this chapter)