Bai Chun looked sideways at Yang Jikang, who had a look of shock, pondering the song "Spring Journey to Qiantang Lake" with an indifferent expression. Then he looked at Zhang Yi and Shen Junliang, who were also shocked, and naturally felt an inexplicable sense of accomplishment in his heart.
Although this poem was written by His Highness, His Highness insisted on letting his name be recognized. Now after reading it out, the poem overwhelmed the whole audience, watching everyone admire and think about it, and even looked for every line of the poem, looking towards other people in the West Lake. , and my heart was filled with a sense of pride.
It turns out that composing a poem brings such a feeling. No wonder Your Highness... No, Your Highness hasn't published a new poem for a long time.
"Impossible!" Yang Jikang stood up suddenly, looked at the distant mountains and rivers with a relaxed expression, and said coldly: "There is no way you did it impromptu, you must have done it a long time ago, otherwise How could you write such a good poem in such a short time!”
Following Yang Jikang's doubts, some people on and off the stage gave up recalling the poem and echoed Yang Jikang's doubts, shouting that this was by no means an impromptu poem.
"How is it impossible? Miss Bai's poem, whether it is the first sentence or the next sentence, is not far away from the surrounding West Lake. It describes every scene just right. No matter the time or place, it is completely corresponding. It is obviously What Miss Bai just did impromptuly, how could it not be?" Zhang Yi stood up again when he heard Yang Jikang's objections and doubts, looked at Yang Jikang and retorted.
"Brother Yang, so what if this poem was not improvised by Miss Bai? Wasn't it also written by Miss Bai? Or did you hear this poem from someone? Or you can't make such a good work and don't want to admit defeat. ?" Shen Junliang also deeply admired Bai Chun's talent, and at this time, he didn't care about Yang Jikang's background and life, and retorted.
Yang Jikang looked at Bai Chun, who had a relaxed look on his face, and then at the literati on and off the stage, but saw that no one dared to stand up and say that he had heard this poem before, and he was a little flustered and annoyed at the moment, not knowing how to refute it. Zhang Yi and Shen Junliang defended Bai Chun.
And after others finished it, I had to make an equally high-quality poem, but... But obviously Miss Bai's poems had already described the surrounding scenery to the extreme, and I wanted to compose a high-quality poem that matched the situation. A masterpiece is completely impossible.
I can't do it myself, but I'm not willing to admit defeat and let them go, so what should I do now? If you really want to compose poetry by yourself, you will definitely be outperformed by others, not to mention that I can only utter a few nonsense verses when the wine is drunk and my ears are hot, and I will not be able to get on the stage.
"The little girl also feels that it is not something that Sister Bai did impromptuly. It is very simple to prove that it was done by herself. All she needs to do is make another song. Since Sister Bai can do it in a short time, It is not difficult to compose such a perfect piece for the occasion," the young woman next to me suddenly said.
This time, her interruption was recognized by Yang Jikang, so she immediately agreed: "Yes, as long as Miss Bai makes another song, then I will admit that this song of yours was improvised, and I will willingly admit defeat. How about that?" ?”
"Brother Yang, how could you go back on your word like this in front of everyone? I just said it clearly and plainly, Miss Bai composes a poem, Brother Yang, you compose a poem, and let everyone present judge whose poem is the best. Now Brother Yang hasn't written a poem yet, but he wants Miss Bai to compose another poem. Isn't that unreasonable?" Zhang Yi also continued to defend Bai Chun.
"What Mr. Zhang Hou said is absolutely true. Not to mention that Brother Yang has not fulfilled his promise to compose a poem. Even asking Miss Bai to compose a poem again has made people think that Brother Yang, you cannot afford to lose and you are deliberately making things difficult. What's more? Poetry, as everyone here knows, does not come out of thin air. What is needed is inspiration. It is rare for Miss Bai to be able to compose such a masterpiece today. I have never heard of anyone who can compose two excellent poems in a row. "Brother Yang is obviously deliberately making things difficult for Miss Bai, right?" Shen Junliang was quick-thinking, and seeing Yang Jikang's firm attitude, he obviously wouldn't let them leave easily.
So I hope that everyone present will be able to distinguish right from wrong and stand up for justice. Even if it means putting some extra pressure on Yang Jikang, it will be a good thing.
"Yes, poetry and poetry are all about the moment of inspiration. Nowadays, it is extremely rare to produce such a masterpiece. Even if Miss Bai is talented and looks like a fairy, she can't be so embarrassed, right?"
"Young Master Yang is deliberately making things difficult. He can't do it himself and he's unwilling to admit defeat, so he's just cheating."
"It's okay to ask Miss Bai to compose another one. We are also eager to hear the beautiful woman's masterpiece again, but the premise is that Mr. Yang, should you compose an equally good masterpiece as promised, and then let Miss Bai continue to compose it?" A poem?"
There was a lot of discussion in the audience, and even on the stage there were people who looked at Yang Jikang's gloomy face and supported Bai Chun.
Bai Chun is as beautiful as a fairy, and with such talent, some literati have already shocked Bai Chun as a heavenly being, and their hearts are full of love and envy. Naturally, they will not agree with Yang Jikang and embarrass Bai Chun together.
"Haha, Sister Bai didn't say anything, and I don't know what you were arguing about. Is it just because you are beautiful that you have confused your minds and made you give up the concept of right and wrong for the sake of beauty? Since everyone has We know that it is extremely difficult to compose an excellent poem when it comes to poetry. So since Miss Bai was able to compose such an excellent poem in a short period of time, why not compose another poem for everyone, even if it is worse than the poem "Qiantang" just now? "Hu Chun Xing" is not as good as it is. I believe that for everyone here, wouldn't it be more convincing? It is more proof that it was Sister Bai who did it? Her face made so many literati on and off the stage fall in love with her, and they were willing to go against Yang Jikang in order to protect her. This made her already dissatisfied and jealous heart become even more jealous and hateful.
At this moment, she was the only one who understood the woman's thoughts. Miss Bai just composed a poem and then stopped talking. Either she had no more good works in her stomach, or she was brewing it again while everyone was quarreling.
So no matter what, I have to cooperate with Mr. Yang today. It is best not to give her time to continue brewing or to create a masterpiece again. It is best to embarrass her and not come down to the stage. That is what I want. .
"Yes, as long as Miss Bai can compose another poem, even if it is not as good as this poem, then I believe that this poem was improvised by her. Otherwise, I will never believe that she can write it in such a short period of time. Within the time, I can create such a masterpiece." Yang Jikang looked at the young woman Ling Zhiyun with joy and said with his hands behind his chest.
Zhang Yi and Shen Junliang listened to more and more cheers and responses from below, and they didn't know what to do at this time. In front of everyone, Yang Jikang was determined to play rogue. It was obvious that he was unwilling to admit defeat. I am willing to let the three people go.
Faced with this situation and the crowd's echoes, I was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot. I couldn't think of even half a poem, let alone a poem.
Bai Chun glanced at the two of them and said calmly: "Then if I make another song, you will admit defeat and let the three of us go? Is that right?"
Yang Jikang and the young woman Ling Zhiyun both looked stiff. Everyone on the stage and off the stage immediately became silent after hearing Bai Chun speak, watching Yang Jikang and the young woman quietly.
Only then did they realize that Yang Jikang had been suspicious of Miss Bai for a long time, but he never said if Miss Bai composed another poem, would he admit defeat or let her go? It was obviously an excuse for him to forcefully keep Miss Bai.
Zhang Yi and Shen Junliang had become helpless just now. Like Yang Jikang, after hearing Bai Chun's words, they couldn't help but be deeply impressed by Bai Chun's calmness and intelligence. In the face of everyone's approval and booing, they were still able to catch The language in Yang Jikang's words is obviously not something that ordinary women can do.
Even the two of them did not realize that Yang Jikang did not admit that he lost in what he said, or that Miss Bai's promise to leave after one more song was just a insistence that as long as she did one more song, Only then did he believe that this was an impromptu poem written by Miss Bai.
Faced with Bai Chun's questioning at this time, Yang Jikang obviously could no longer avoid the question. He had been playing careless just now, just to force Bai Chun to leave a way out for himself, and he didn't want to be seen through so soon.
Facing the eyes of everyone on and off the stage, Yang Jikang's expression was gloomy and uncertain. He was struggling with whether to make a promise or not, but it was probably impossible not to make a promise. After all, a simple sentence from someone had forced him to a very extreme level. It’s too late to answer.
After looking at Bai Chun, who was still calm and as beautiful as a fairy, Yang Jikang felt entangled in every possible way. Could it be that the situation he had finally arranged today couldn't keep the beauty? Wouldn't this all be in vain
"Okay, I promise you, as long as you compose another poem, as long as it is no worse than the one just now, then I will admit defeat and let the three of you leave without stopping me!" Yang Jikang said through gritted teeth.
He was betting that Bai Chun would not be able to produce two excellent poems in a row. After all, poetry is not cooking. It can be done by just doing it. He did not believe that the fairy who appeared in front of him was really talented and talented. , to the point where you can make two masterpieces in a row.
"Then listen carefully." Bai Chun opened his mouth slightly, looked at Yang Jikang, then looked at the stage and the audience, especially Ling Zhiyun next to Yang Jikang, and said calmly.
"The arrival of spring on the lake is like a painted picture, with chaotic peaks surrounding the horizon. Thousands of green pine trees line the mountain surface, and a pearl is in the center of the moon dots. The green carpet has early rice harvested on its thread ends, and the green grass is showing new cattails. I couldn't throw it away to Hangzhou, so half a sentence This is the lake to stay.”
As Bai Chun's oriole-like voice gradually dissipated in the square of Gushan Temple, the sound of inhaling and sighing suddenly sounded. Everyone on and off the stage looked at Bai Chun in stunned silence, or wandered to the sky!
It is definitely a masterpiece, definitely not inferior to the one just now. What’s even more rare is that they are all masterpieces that fit the situation and the season!
(End of chapter)