After all, it is hard to leave the homeland. On the night of the Qixi Festival, others are busy asking girls to catch a girl, but Li Yi can't help but burst into tears because he misses his hometown.
I have enough longing, I have to continue to live, what will happen in the future, I don't want to think about these issues for the time being, how to lead the whole family to a well-off life is what Li Yi should think about at this stage.
"He said that this little pain in the wind and rain is nothing, wipe away the tears, don't be afraid, at least we still have dreams..."
The little girl who was worried about my aunt secretly hid outside the window and listened to the corner of the wall until the strange singing in the house gradually disappeared.
The sky was full of stars, and as time entered midnight, the lively atmosphere in Liuye village gradually faded away.
A little farther away, the sword-holding girl leaned on a willow tree that was as thick as several people hugged her. She felt the gradual and steady breathing in the room not far away, and slowly exhaled a foul breath, and her figure disappeared into the darkness.
At this time, Li Yi, who had already reunited with his hometown in a dream, did not know that because of his unintentional actions, somewhere in the distance, an invisible wave gradually set off...
The line of sight is drawn back to the painting boat.
When the two young scholars walked into the cabin, their expressions were still in a daze, as if they had suffered a major blow in their lives. At this moment, people were already surrounding them.
"Brother Fang, what's the matter?"
"How does Miss Ruoqing judge?"
"Tonight's Qixi Festival title, Brother Fang is probably showing off in front of Miss Ruoqing this time, right?"
"It goes without saying that Brother Fang's poem is considered a masterpiece even at such a large-scale poetry conference as Bixuan Zhaowen."
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After some competition just now, a talent named Fang Zhou overwhelmed the crowd with an excellent Qixi poem, and won the first prize in the poetry meeting, and everyone praised him.
That poem is indeed a masterpiece, even if it is placed in the large-scale poetry gatherings that attract the most attention tonight, it will not be buried.
When tomorrow someone sorts out the most brilliant poems from each poetry meeting tonight and compiles them into a book, Ark's poems may also be on the list. By then, I'm afraid they will become famous.
Just now I saw him take it out to ask Miss Ruoqing to comment, now when he came back, everyone stepped forward to ask.
If he had heard the compliments from everyone just now, the scholar named Fang Zhou would definitely benefit from it, but at this moment, he only felt inexplicable irony, and said with a wry smile: "You should stop mentioning the first name, Fang's words , is really not worthy of these two words."
"Hey, brother Fang is too self-effacing..."
"Yes, when it comes to Qixi Ci, no one in the field can compare with Brother Shang."
When everyone heard the words, they all laughed and opened their mouths, thinking that he was speaking self-effacingly, but Fang Zhou just shook his head and smiled wryly, his face extremely embarrassed. After such a short while, everyone also noticed his abnormality, and the atmosphere finally began to change.
"Could it be that Brother Fang has seen better lyrics?"
The scholar surnamed Fang smiled bitterly, then nodded, stepped forward a few steps, walked to a desk, and said slowly: "Just now I heard Miss Ruoqing sing another Qixi poem outside, everyone, please take a look. stop."
With a swipe of the pen, three large characters appeared on the white paper.
Magpie bridge fairy.
As the words and sentences were laid out by the scholars surnamed Fang, the noise in the boat hall gradually disappeared, leaving only the gradually thickened breathing of the scholars.
When the last sentence of the whole word falls, the surrounding is quiet, and the needle can be heard.
A moment later, a huge uproar flooded the entire room.
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"Li Yi..." When the singer and the beautiful woman walked down the stairs, she muttered the name in her mouth, then turned her head and asked, "Did Ruoqing know this genius?"
The beautiful woman was also thinking about this question in her heart, she shook her head and said: "I have never heard of it before, but if you and I can pick up the sky lantern, it must be a talented person nearby, but this name...is really unfamiliar. "
"At the level of ordinary talents, I am afraid that they will not be able to write such good poems in this life. Could it be one of those few?" A look of doubt appeared on the singer's face, and then she said a few names.
These few people are all very well-known talents in Qing'an Prefecture, and they have profound attainments in poetry, and several of their poems have been widely recited.
"Not to mention the difference in names, just this handwriting..." The woman named Ruoqing shook her head, hesitated for a while, and finally said: "Just this handwriting is not something that ordinary talents can write."
There is another sentence that she kept hidden in her heart and didn't say it. With her quality in poetry, she can naturally see that even the few people mentioned by the singer around her just now are far from being able to write such words.
After a while, the two had arrived at the entrance of the boat hall. The singer pushed the door open, and the two stepped in. Suddenly, they felt that the atmosphere was a little strange. When they looked up, they found that the hall was eerily quiet. Looking at them with a strange look.
The hearts of the two women were shocked, not knowing what happened.
At this moment, the scholar surnamed Fang took a step forward, raised his hands and cupped his fists to the beautiful woman with a wry smile, and said, "Miss Ruoqing is a great talent, once this song "Magpie Bridge Immortal" comes out, I'm afraid I won't need it in the future." Let’s do Qixi Festival again.”
"I never thought Miss Ruoqing would be such a talented woman, I'm sorry and disrespectful!"
"Since you have such talent, why did you hide it before?"
"This kind of talent really makes me feel guilty waiting for a man!"
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Although in today's era, the status of women is not very high, but for those talented women who are not weaker than them, or even far surpassed them, they can still be respected by these scholars.
At this time, the beautiful woman had roughly understood why they made such a move, and hurriedly said: "Everyone may have made a mistake, this song "Magpie Bridge Immortal" is not..."
"Hey, Miss Ruoqing, why should you be humble? Brother Fang and Brother Wu heard it just now."
"Yeah, I'm afraid I won't be able to write such words and sentences in my whole life."
"There's no need to shirk anymore..."
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Seeing that everyone didn't seem to believe her explanation, the woman had a wry smile on her face, stretched out her hand and pressed it down, and waited until her voice faded, then she said: "If I said that this poem fell from the sky, by chance I picked it up, do you believe it?"
The surrounding atmosphere was quiet for a moment, and then someone laughed.
"Hehe, the girl was joking..."
Everyone looked at the beautiful woman with strange eyes, and there was an expression on their faces that you don't take us for fools.
If such handed-down poems can fall from the sky casually, then what are these talented people doing? It's better to go home and farm the land honestly, and write poems of troublesome things...
Seeing this, the extremely beautiful woman could only give a wry smile, and took out the praying sky lantern she had just picked up.
Not long after, a letter was passed between the two boats on the river, and after being copied, it spread out like snowflakes.
This is the usual practice in the past. In such a large-scale festival, if a certain poem will produce a good word, it will be exchanged with other people for corrections. It will be passed around in many poems. When dawn comes, someone will Excerpt ten of the most popular poems, compile them into a volume, and name them "Qixi Poetry Collection" and the like.
After a long period of time, these poems will become the must-list hits of the brothel music hall, and they will spread quickly.
Tonight, a Qixi poem called "Magpie Bridge Immortal" spread across both sides of the Yuan River in this way, causing quite a commotion.
At this time, in Liuye village, a scholar named Li Yi suddenly felt a little cold in his sleep, frowned subconsciously, wrapped the quilt tightly, turned over and continued to sleep.