However, the poems based on "Jiangnan" have so many words, it is extremely difficult to write new ideas.
What's more troublesome is that Song Bieqing's "Recalling Jiangnan" is still a rare six-character quatrain, which is a test of his skills.
And "Three Hundred Mongolian Poems" is a selection of classics since the Holy Court has written words. It happens that Song Bieqing's "Jiangnan" is about Jiangnan on Jiannan Road.
Taking this as the topic, it is obvious that Xu Yi took advantage of it, because the third son of Yun may only know that there is a Jiangnan on Jiannan Road, and it never ends.
Therefore, when the second-level star official revealed the subject matter, it caused a sensation.
The third son of Yun looked calm and unmoved at all, "Since your poems have already been written, let's not waste time, how about a quarter of a stick of incense for each competition, it is enough for you to scratch your stomach gone."
Xu Yi said, "Guests are as you please, Third Young Master please."
The third master Yun sneered, grabbed the jade case that had been paved with the four treasures of the study, and grabbed the wolf hair, and immediately rows of elf-like words fell on the white paper, "The wind is screaming and the crow is not over, the rain is coming to fight!" Ant Fang Han, it’s really not safe, the north in the world is regarded as the south.”
As soon as this remark came out, the audience was silent, and then, earth-shattering cheers broke out.
"Such a quick talent, such a poetic talent, is worthy of being crowned by the Yun family's poetry, amazing talent!"
"It's not simple, it's really not simple. There is no Jiangnan in the full text, but it covers all of Jiangnan. The third son of Yun has never been to Jiangnan, but only relying on the two famous scenic spots in the south of the Yangtze River, Crying Wudu and Fighting Ants, made the whole poem come alive. !"
"If it's just a living creature, it's not surprising. The key is that the third son of Yun actually used the crowing Wudu River to fight the ant forest, and he used it alive. The wind is rushing and the crow is not over, and the rain is coming to fight the ants. It's wonderful. Sentence, wonderful sentence!"
"The first two sentences are really good, but the last two sentences are even better. It is true that there is no truth, and the north of the world is the south. If you taste it carefully, it has a long meaning. As the saying goes: that is also right and wrong, and this is also right and wrong. If a person regards the appearance as the center, when looking east, the west is west, and the south is north, the appearance and body are mixed, and the heart should be chaotic. The insight of the world and the understanding of human feelings are really rare epigrams!"
"..."
The audience cheered continuously, Xu Yi smacked secretly, and was deeply surprised, Yun Sanjie had just arrived here, which surprised him quite a bit.
"You deserve it. You are asking for trouble. Compete poetry with the surnamed Yun to see how you deal with it. No matter how you deal with it, you must not lose me... Princess Yinqiu's face is really not good, so you just say Princess Yinqiu's!" In the poems, there is no theme of Jiangnan, no matter what, you can't lose the face of Princess Yinqiu."
Mr. Xu in the veil once again expressed his intentions, she was really anxious.
It doesn't matter if you don't have a literary name, what matters is that Xu Yi made up a nonsense song and arranged it on her head, which made her lose face and become a joke, which is more terrible than death.
Xu Yi accepted his intention, but ignored her.
Third Young Master Yun looked at him and said, "Well, the practice is almost done, you haven't chosen from the hundreds of poems of Princess Yinqiu? Or Princess Yinqiu didn't write any poems related to He Jiangnan at all. No, it's better to change the subject again, my son is of a good nature today, and I am willing to accompany you."
Xu Yi said, "I'm afraid the third son will be disappointed, but I'm thinking, since it's a gamble, we should make a bet. This high-grade water spirit stone is a gift from His Royal Highness to the princess. If the third son loses , His Royal Highness may have to exchange for a new gift, so come and find Princess Yinqiu in person to make a decision."
Xu Yi clearly changed the concept secretly, he didn't say anything about the bet just now, let alone this high-grade water spirit stone, he made an open explanation at this moment, just to force the third son Yun.
He is too good at grasping the mind of a noble son like Young Master Yun, he expected that at this juncture, even if he secretly changed his concept, Young Master Yun would never be able to pull the plug on him and break up with him.
"Threatening, bluffing! Very good, this gamble, Yun agreed, if I lose, this high-grade water spirit stone will be given to Princess Yinqiu, if you lose, you will become a slave of my Yun family, Princess Yinqiu, do you dare to answer?"
Mr. Yunsong said coldly.
He didn't agree to bet against Xu Yi because he was thinking about face and fearing that he wouldn't get off the stage, but he didn't take Xu Yi or Princess Yinqiu seriously at all.
There is nothing wrong with a sure-win bet.
Young Master Xu inside the curtain was about to speak out, but he heard Xu Yi say, "Third Young Master is so forgetful. Since Princess Yinqiu has given me the full power to speak for you, I will naturally be the master. This way the game is settled."
After finishing speaking, Xu Yi grabbed the wolf hair and began to write on the noisy paper. Rows of steep and straight thin gold characters stood upright on the paper like pines, "The willow leaves are singing, the green is dark, the lotus is red and the sun is setting." .Thirty-six ponds smoke water, white heads want to see Jiangnan."
Kacha, the consonance in the palm of Mr. Xu in the curtain fell to the ground, and a pair of beautiful eyes shot out amazing splendor.
When Xu Yi was writing, Third Young Master Yun took three steps back, his eyes lost his focus, and he stared blankly at the white paper full of pine trees.
The audience was dead silent. If the poems of the third son of Yun were not only applauded, but also loudly analyzed, the beauty of his poems.
That song by Xu Yi completely drew people into a wonderful artistic conception, and immediately, they fell silent in that long sense of melancholy, unable to extricate themselves, and judged.
"No, this poem was not written by Princess Yinqiu. Princess Yinqiu is so young, how could she feel the emotion of Prime Minister Bai when he saw Jiangnan? Seeing people with poetry, this must be written by an old man who has experienced many vicissitudes."
A middle-aged man in a purple robe shouted loudly that he was a member of the Yun family's mission, second only to Young Master Yun.
"What did the third son say?"
Xu Yi smiled and said, "It looks like your people have already decided the outcome for me."
The face of the middle-aged man in Zipao suddenly turned dark, and he secretly called out that it was terrible. He questioned the author of the poem aloud, making it clear that "the white head wants to see the south of the Yangtze River" is better than "the north of the world is the south".
Otherwise, if the latter is not as good as the former, he can't question it.
Third Master Yun's face froze, turned pale, and then flushed again, "I am also very curious about the original author of this poem." It was clear that he followed the words of the middle-aged man in Zipao.
Saying unintentional words, especially in the comments of poems, saying words against one's heart, is originally the third son of Yun's extremely contemptuous.
But right now, he capsized in the gutter, so what if he didn't go against his will, could it be that he really admitted that this was the work of Princess Yinqiu, and exported the high-grade water spirit stone
He would rather bear infamy than bear such a heavy loss.
Third Young Master Yun knew that if today's words spread, his reputation would definitely be greatly damaged.
Sure enough, the third master Yun's voice fell, and there was a sneer in the audience.
Even the beauties and noble ladies who had admired him before showed disdain, and even whispered, commenting on the two works in private, although their voices were small, they still reached their ears.
Third Young Master Yun shook his head repeatedly, wishing he could shake that poisonous sword-like voice out of his ears.