At the beginning of the lanterns, the stars are shining brightly.
The crowd was bustling, with the melodious and high-pitched Qin Opera playing in the distance, and the whole street was bustling with candy sellers, calligraphy and painting sellers, shadow puppet performers, and monkey performers.
Qiao Xiyin pulled He Yunchao and looked left and right, enjoying the shopping. After a while, He Yun's free hand was filled with things.
When he reached the corner of the street, a vendor selling power fences was shouting. He Yunzhao was attracted and picked up a power fence and put it on Qiao Xiyin's head, "Qiao Qiao, this is beautiful."
He has a good vision, the power fence is simple but not plain, and the light gauze is like the clouds and mist floating from the lake, which sets off the fairy spirit of the bamboo crane. He Yunzhao went to pay the bill, and Qiao Xiyin called him, "Why are you shouting? It's neither big nor small."
We had agreed on the road just now that this would be considered a private visit incognito. We should not call her Huang Jie, but Xiao Qiao. But He Yunchao promised to return as soon as possible. Even after walking for so long, he never called her sister again.
"Only one year old." He pursed his lips, looking unhappy.
What's wrong with Qiao Qiao? He still wants to call Yin Yin.
She didn't want him to be angry, so Qiao Xiyin had no choice but to obey him.
So who is the sister
He Yunchao was more playful than she was. Previously, it was Qiao Xiyin who took He Yunchao, but for some reason, it was He Yunchao who pulled Qiao Xiyin away again. He said they couldn't get separated, and the two of them kept holding their hands tightly, sweating.
The night was getting darker, Qiao Xiyin looked a little tired, and her pace involuntarily slowed down. He Yunchao noticed her discomfort immediately, stopped and said, "Qiaoqiao, let's find a place to rest."
The street was not long, and the two of them walked slowly, but he didn't feel much. It's just that Qiao Xiyin is weak, so it's rare to be able to walk so many miles in one breath.
It seems that he has been recovering well during this period.
Qiao Xiyin agreed.
The shop in front was for buying calligraphy, paintings and antiques. There was a shop that was very busy. I don’t know what the shopkeeper said. The door was full of people. People were standing, but the seats were vacant.
The two of them took a rest here and listened to the shopkeeper's speech.
"This porcelain vase with the pattern of Four Gentlemen among Flowers was painted by the former master Lu Chuanfei. Today, among the ten ladies who have written poems, whoever has the highest voice will receive the porcelain vase."
Temple fairs have always been an open day, and the folk customs of this dynasty are relatively open compared to those dynasties. Therefore, the proportion of men and women in this temple fair is similar, and even the majority are women. Most of the activities are attended by girls' families.
The porcelain vase presented by the shopkeeper is white porcelain, with a color as bright and clean as jade, as white as snow. The four objects of plum, orchid, bamboo and chrysanthemum are painted so lifelike and elegant that even Qiao Xiyin is a little moved when she looks at it.
He Yunchao came over and said, "Qiaoqiao, you like it?"
Lu Chuanfei is good at painting these elegant objects. This one, regardless of its authenticity, ranks among the upper-middle-class painters among Lu Chuanfei's works, and it has certain collection value. However, there are many of Lu Chuanfei's masterpieces in the palace. If Qiao Xiyin likes it, he will give it to her.
Qiao Xiyin shook her head, "Just take a look."
She still wants to compose poetry, forget it, she is just a history student and can’t compose poetry.
Seeing that she was not persistent, He Yunchao stopped asking any more questions.
Qiao Xiyin looked boredly at the ten ladies who appeared under the spotlight.
Her eyes swept over the ten ladies one by one, and when she saw one of them wearing a half-mask, she paused slightly.
She is not the original person, but the magical Qiao Xiyin, who has her own way of recognizing people. Moreover, the girl did not cover up her birthmark specially, so it is not difficult to tell that this is Yu Yanxi.
Yu Yanxi was thinking of ways to cover the birthmark on her face.
She wants to compose poetry with them
Yu Yanxi ranked tenth.
The poems came in order. The first few girls seemed to be calm and calm, so they asked the maid who was accompanying them to show the poems written on the paper and read them to everyone.
Qiao Xiyin also watched.
The girl who wrote the lyrics is very talented, but she has no appreciation for poetry. As a layman, she just claps along.
Until it was Yu Yanxi's turn, she opened her mouth and said, "The name of this poem is Sapphire Case. The east wind blows thousands of trees and flowers down at night, and the stars fall like rain."
As soon as these words came out, the people present were silent at first, and then burst into applause.
The writings written by the nine girls before were almost all small and exquisite boudoir poems, elegant and graceful. Except for one character who is a bit more distinctive, they are all pretty much the same. They are either descriptions or grievances, without much ideological connotation, and metaphors are relatively common.
No one has ever written "The East Wind Falling Stars Like Rain" as soon as they come up. The idea is unique and majestic, and it is not even half as good as the men.
How can Xin Qiji's words be the same
Qiao Xiyin was thinking that this was the first poem written about the Lantern Festival. Should she bring it to the temple fair intact
Receiving the approving and appreciative glances from the people around her, Yu Yanxi curled her lips proudly and said calmly, "BMWs and cars filled the road with fragrance. The phoenix flute sounded, the jade pot turned light, and fish and dragons danced all night."
She deliberately did not write with pen and paper like other ladies. Writing with pen and paper means imagining things in advance. She just wants to tell the audience that she, Yu Yanxi, is different. She writes from the inside out and blurts out poems.
Moreover, she also bribed the shopkeeper to let her appear on stage, just for this effect.
Then there was another round of applause.
None of the first nine girls have such a big battle, and today's leader may have already emerged from the water.
"Miss, Miss"
Qiao Xiyin quietly used her magic power and clearly heard the crying voice of a maid. The "Miss" she called seemed to be the one most likely to win among the top nine.
She followed her eyes.
She saw the young lady's lyrics. The idea was very novel. Others described the scenery, while she wrote about the people. The seven-character quatrain was short but had a profound aftertaste. Originally she was the most likely to win the title.
"Miss, what should I do?" the maid asked again, "for this temple fair, you have been preparing for more than half a month to compose this poem."
"She just said a few words," the young lady said, but the low tone in her voice could not deceive anyone. "It's just a bottle. I'm here to practice my writing. I'll come back next time."
Over here, Yu Yanxi smiled brightly. She was not interested in the bottle, but whenever she could show off her literary talent, she would never let it go.
When the applause stopped and she was about to read the next sentence, she suddenly froze.
What's the next sentence of "One Night of Fish and Dragon Dance"? "One Night of Fish and Dragon Dance"
This sentence was rather awkward to pronounce. She had memorized it for a long time before but could not remember it, but this was the only word she could think of to describe the lantern festival, so she chose this one.
She only remembered that the last sentence was a famous sentence through the ages, but her mind went blank for the previous sentence.
So, Yu Yanxi could only say, "The laughter is full of fragrance. The crowd has searched for him thousands of times, but suddenly looking back, that person is there, in the dim light."
This is the end.
"This lady's words are really wonderful." Before the shopkeeper could finish his compliment, he heard a female voice coming from the crowd.
"Wait a minute, the lady may have missed a sentence."
It's so noisy here that it's not easy to hear Qiao Xiyin's voice. But Qiao Xiyin used a little trick and it was no longer a problem.
The audience fell silent.
Yu Yanxi was stunned, with cold sweat on her hands, and said nonchalantly, "How can I tell you?"
Following the gaze of the crowd, she saw that the person speaking was a man wearing a man's robe and a hat, whose gender was indistinguishable. Qiao Xiyin lowered her voice and appeared more muted. With her dress, it would be difficult to tell whether she was a boy or a girl without showing her face.
Seeing Yu Yanxi pay attention, Qiao Xiyin said, "The poem "Qingyu Case" has sixty-seven characters in double tone in its original form. Yours only has sixty-seven characters, and seven characters are missing."
It's strange to say that it was probably a background setting prepared for Yu Yanxi to open the Golden Finger. There are all kinds of poems, rhythms and words in this world, but there are no famous quotes and celebrities.
There are a lot of people here who know ci, and when Qiao Xiyin said this, she seemed to realize something was wrong.
"Also, this is a temple fair. I don't seem to have seen the stars like rain, the BMW carvings, the phoenix, the flute, the fish and the dragon that the young lady described." Her voice was gentle, and she raised her eyebrows slightly under the power fence.
In fact, several people have had such doubts for a long time. It's just that everyone admired this poem so no one raised any questions.
It's well written, but it doesn't feel like I'm writing about a temple fair.
"Yes, Miss, your imagination is too rich."
"Does the fish dragon dance refer to lights?"
Yu Yanxi broke out in cold sweat on his back, and had a strong foreboding feeling.
"I once saw a book by chance," Qiao Xiyin smiled slightly. "There was a poem written in the book called Qingyu Case Yuanxi. The author was Xin Qiji. The original sentence was Moth Snow Willow Golden Thread, and the laughter was full of secret fragrance. Go. I wonder if the lady memorized this song."
Yuanxi is the Lantern Festival.
No wonder the scene described in this word is slightly inconsistent with the scene seen at the temple fair. It is not about the temple fair at all.
"Don't be slanderous." Yu Yanxi was anxious and hurriedly made excuses for herself, "What book are you reading? How could such a coincidence happen?"
Her voice was high-pitched, and anyone with a discerning eye could see her nervousness.
Seeing that Qiao Xiyin was silent, she shouted again, "You should tell me something."
One is calm and collected, while the other is panicked, nervous and trembling. You can tell the truth of the matter just from their performances.
"Maybe I remembered it wrong." Qiao Xiyin covered her lips and coughed lightly.
This time, He Yunchao was frightened and he hurriedly supported her.
As a result, the hearts of everyone who were already leaning towards Qiao Xiyin became even stronger.
"Miss, can you tell me what you were thinking when you wrote this word?"
"No wonder I don't even need paper and pen. It turns out I memorized it."
"There is such a shady story at the temple fair, what's the point of it?"
"Girl, don't be too anxious, you'll shock everyone."
The shopkeeper wanted to wait a little longer, but when he heard someone saying that he was a shady person, he couldn't stand still.
"Everyone, everyone, listen to me. Since the authenticity of this girl's lyrics is controversial, then this porcelain vase will be given to our sixth girl. What do you think?"
The sixth girl is the girl who has the loudest voice besides Yu Yanxi.
Yu Yanxi's face turned pale.