For a while.
Everyone in the audience cast jealous glances at Qi Ying and Qin Susu.
**Naked dog abuse!
Others, even if they are interested in being a husband or a concubine, keep a distance from each other. It would be better for you to express your affection directly in front of the public.
But that's not the most important thing. Everyone present, especially those elegant young men and ladies who are profoundly accomplished in poetry, were inexplicably shocked by the four poems Qi Ying just composed in one breath.
Perhaps the poems themselves were not enough to shock them to this extent, but these poems and the sound of the piano played by Ji Luoxue were a perfect match.
Literature is used to convey the truth, and music is used to express feelings.
The four poems, some describe lovesickness, some express depression, some are sad with optimism, some are open-minded and mixed with loss, and coupled with the sound of the piano with more complex emotions, everyone seems to have experienced the effects of the sound of the piano and the poems. image.
Qi Ying ignored the eyes of the people around him and stared at Qin Susu affectionately. It was not until the latter took her hand out of her own and sat back in her seat with a blushing face that she turned around and walked to Ji Luoxue: "The four poems are all It has been completed. I hope the princess will abide by her previous agreement and give me the music score of that musician."
Ji Luoxue seemed to have just come out of the shock caused by the poem, and said as if waking up from a dream: "Okay, okay... Young Master Qi Ying, please come with me."
Qi Ying followed Ji Luoxue to the depths of the palace, where only a large group of young gentlemen and young ladies were left at the banquet, looking at each other.
Even a rough guy like Qin Mu couldn't calm down for a long time because of the emotions contained in the music and poems, let alone other people.
Many men and women began to look at each other silently.
Someone repeatedly chanted the words Qi Ying just composed, saying "One kind of lovesickness, two worries" and frowning, as if he was really worried about someone. "He raised the teacup in his hand directly to the ceiling, showing his broad-mindedness for self-entertainment.
"Good wine, good wine!"
A young man from an aristocratic family picked up the unfinished wine jar on Qi Ying's seat and drank heavily. After drinking, he threw the wine jar to the ground: "When will the bright moon come? Ask the sky for wine! How heroic, how heroic!" Then, He actually started crying and wiped his tears with his sleeves: "I'm afraid I will never be able to write such words in my life!"
Four poems, all wonderful!
I really don’t understand how a country bumpkin from a remote country could write such a beautiful sentence.
Maybe he really has a lot of emotions inside? A person who has climbed from the bottom to his current position must have experienced wonderful things!
Only with experience can I write such weird sentences that resonate with everyone.
Chu Wei was absolutely furious: "Impossible... He must be cheating! Yan Beigui! Did you help him compose these four poems?"
Yan Beigui sighed: "If I could compose such a beautiful sentence by myself, how could I not write it myself just now and give it to Her Royal Highness?"
"Then..." Chu Wei's eyes turned red. The higher people rated Qi Ying, the angrier he became. "Then, he must have plagiarized it too!"
Yan Beigui was even more disapproving, and many young men from aristocratic families also showed disdain: "How uneducated! If someone had written these poems, do you think they wouldn't be spread all over the world? Moreover, every poem is related to the tune. It’s a perfect match, even the tones of the falling characters are incomparably matched, can they be matched by just copying a good poem? At first glance, it seems like you haven’t read the book!”
"I!"
Chu Wei was so choked that he couldn't speak.
Even he had to admit that the poems written by Qi Ying were so good!
Yan Beigui spread out the plain silk on Qi Ying's table and read: "'When will the bright moon come? Ask the sky for wine. I don't know what year it is in the palace in the sky.'... Wonderful poem, wonderful poem... What a pity! What a pity! What if he cultivated it? The way of studying poetry and prose must be a unique talent! Even so, today's work alone is enough to be passed down through the ages!"
"Hmm, is it so mysterious?"
Qin Mu just thought it was well written, but when Yan Begui said this, he was shocked.
Passed down through the ages? Is it that exaggerated
Yan Beigui shook his head and smiled: "Literacy is becoming more and more prosperous because it can be accumulated! All the poems and articles that we literary and martial artists practice are handed down by our predecessors. Literary education is endless, and poetry is immortal. It does not count if it is passed down through the ages. What, as long as the history is long enough, it will be no problem for eternity or hundreds of thousands of years!"
…
Deep inside the palace.
"Here are the originals of the Four Songs." Ji Luoxue handed the four folded pieces of cloth to Qi Ying, still praising her, "Luoxue always thought that Young Master Qi Ying was only good at martial arts. Unexpectedly, he was so interested in poetry and prose. The Tao is so profound. I am afraid that on the Full Moon Festival, everyone in the capital will be singing your poems."
Qi Ying took the cloth and put it into the space ring, and then said humbly: "It's just a random act, princess, don't be offended."
Ji Luoxue stared closely into Qi Ying's eyes. The young man in front of her made her a little curious and interested.
"Your Highness, why are you staring at me and trying to eat me?"
Qi Ying turned around and said, "It's time for us to go back to the banquet!"
But Ji Luoxue said very softly: "It's just a musical thesis. Since the four songs already have lyrics, there is no need to continue - now, I just want to chat with you more."
She stood very close to Qi Ying, exhaling like orchid, and a fragrance belonging to a girl penetrated Qi Ying's nostrils.
A vein jumped on Qi Ying's forehead.
No matter how calm a man is, he will inevitably become distraught when encountering such a scene!
What's more, this Princess Luoxue is a master so beautiful that she can bring disaster to the country and the people!
"Um... Ouch!"
Qi Ying suddenly covered her stomach and shouted.
"Ah? What's wrong with you?"
Ji Luoxue was suddenly startled.
Qi Ying looked extremely uncomfortable: "I seem to have eaten too much loquat fruit just now, and I have a stomachache... No, I'm going to poop in my pants... Princess, I don't dare to dirty your palace, I will be beheaded." … So I’m leaving first!”
call out!
Before Ji Luoxue could react, Qi Ying jumped out like an arrow from the string. And he left the palace directly through the side door and ran directly to where Qi Yuheng was waiting at the beginning: "Uncle Yuheng, take me back to Qi's house!"
…
It's the day.
Four poems swept the entire royal capital!
Countless people are vying to pass on the poems that came out of the palace today, whether it is "One kind of lovesickness, two places of leisurely sorrow", or "I hope that people will live long, and we will share the beauty of the moon thousands of miles away", or "The bright moon will shine on the sea, and the world will be full of joy." "Together at this time", or "Raise a glass to the bright moon, corresponding to three people", can poke a soft place in their hearts, make them emotional, and even shed tears.
One by one, the women who were staying in the empty boudoir silently wrote on the paper fans the words that caused the deepest sorrow in their hearts: "There is no way to eliminate this feeling, so I lowered my brows, but it was in my heart." They were longing for their beloved in their hearts; Wandering wanderers all recite "People have joys and sorrows, and the moon waxes and wanes" in front of the waning moon in the sky, eager to be reunited with their loved ones; there are also many depressed people who have no aspirations, while repeatedly reciting "Drinking under the Moon", While drinking to the moon, I cried and laughed...
Qi Ying's name once again caused a sensation in the royal capital.
However, this time, it was not who he killed or who he defeated that made him famous, but that a young man like him who came out of a small border town was able to write a masterpiece that moved countless people to tears.
Unparalleled talent and talent!
…
That night.
In the palace.
Ji Yingou sat alone in the study, with a piece of snow-white rice paper spread out in front of him, and on the rice paper, the song "When will the bright moon come" was written neatly.
He put one hand on his cheek and stared blankly at the rice paper, seeming to be thinking about something. It was not until a long time later that he sighed leisurely and shouted outside: "Li An... go there." Yan family, bring Yan Jiu to me... I want to ask him something, be careful, the invitation must be secret, and no one can know!"