As soon as the time came, the gong sounded, and then the lady offering wine appeared in the venue, followed by two maidservants in blue clothes, each holding a huge stick in their hands.
Compared with other items such as music arts, calligraphy, and painting, this poetry competition has a very different point, that is, once the questions are leaked before the competition, even a fool can find others to grab the sword and easily win the leader.
In order to prevent the leakage of the test questions of the finals, two lottery tubes have been prepared in the Jinxinhui finals over the years, and the names of the 100 lottery cards and the theme of the 100 lottery lottery are prepared, and then they are drawn on the spot.
In this way, there are 10,000 possibilities. Even if the content of the signature is leaked, it will not have a big impact on the game.
It's just that in the finals of the Jinxinhui in previous years, the wife of Jijiu and a judge would draw a lot respectively, but today's competition is related to the dispute between Dayu and Baiyue, so the opportunity to draw the second lot was given to the Clothes.
Mrs. Jijiu first drew the first lottery, and she won the Ci card titled "Jiangchengzi".
Then, Bai Yi stepped forward and drew the second lottery, setting the theme as "Dream".
That is to say, the eight girls will write a poem with "Dream" as the theme and "Jiangchengzi" as the Ci card.
The servant of Qionghua Pavilion immediately wrote the name and theme of the Cipai on a roll of white paper, put it down from the railing on the second floor, and displayed the title in front of everyone in Qiushui Pavilion and Tingzhu Pavilion.
The sound of the gong sounded again. This time, the poetry competition was officially started. The competition time was two incense sticks. It was neither short nor long. .
Jiang Chengzi, dream.
A few students of the Imperial College couldn't help but imagine what kind of words they could improvise if they were in this arena. Hearing the silence in the bamboo pavilion, most of the young masters were staring at each other in thought.
The title of "Jiangchengzi" first stipulates the number of words, level, and total number of sentences for each sentence... and then the theme of "dream" must be added.
The time is only a short two sticks of incense...
Even if I can barely make a poem, I'm afraid it will be difficult to produce a high-quality poem!
While thinking about it, they found that there was a girl in the field who was the first to start writing. Same as in the preliminary round, it was Bai Muxiao again!
Although the spectators around couldn't see what she wrote on the paper, they still stared at her intently, watching her write down freely, watching her elegant but free and easy posture, Looking at her bright eyes shining brightly, shining with confidence...
Soon, Bai Muxiao decisively put away the pen, and after a quick check, she exited gracefully.
The rules of the finals were borrowed from the imperial examinations. Someone would write and copy the lyrics written by the girls, cover up the handwriting, and then submit them anonymously to the judges and the students of the Imperial College for tasting, and then select the leader among them.
Before half of the incense sticks were burned, Bai Muxiao had already handed in the test paper. If it had been before, her action would have put great pressure on the other Dayu girls, but at this moment, these Dayu girls were relieved because of this. Today, they have already It's not a competition among Dayu girls, as long as Bai Muxiao can win against the Baiyue saint, even if they give her a green leaf today, it doesn't matter.
After Bai Muxiao left the field, all eyes were naturally on Bai Yi. That Bai Yi was indeed not an ordinary woman. Even in such a situation, she still sat straight and kept her eyes on her nose. Watching the mouth, watching the heart, as if she didn't know what was happening around her... It wasn't until nearly a third of the second stick of incense burned that she took up the pen with confidence.
After the two sticks of incense were burned, the girls' works were copied and presented to Qionghua Pavilion, Qiushui Pavilion and Tingzhu Pavilion.
It's just a short composition of words within two sticks of incense, and most of the words are mediocre and fluent, so it's not really artistic conception... until the maid in blue read the fifth song:
"Ten years of life and death are boundless, without thinking, never forgetting. Thousands of miles away, there is no place to talk about desolation. Even if we meet each other, we should not know each other, our face is covered with dust, and our temples are like frost. At night, you dream and return home. Xiaoxuan window, just dressing up. Looking after each other No words, only a thousand lines of tears. It is expected that the place where the heart will be broken every year, the bright moon night, and the short Matsuoka."
As soon as this masterpiece was read out, the whole Tingzhu Pavilion boiled instantly, as if a pot had exploded.
"Wonderful, wonderful! It's really a masterpiece!" The young master in snow clothes stood up suddenly, full of praise, "Ten years of life and death are boundless, without thinking, you will never forget it. Such a beautiful sentence is really rare to hear once in ten years." !"
"That's right, that's right." Another pedantic young master shook his head and said, "The upper gate records the facts, and the lower gate records the dreams. The combination of fiction and reality is really ingenious."
Mr. Liu also interjected: "This sentence is as usual as a family, but it comes from the heart. It is deeply affectionate and mournful. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't dare to imagine that this is a person who is not yet a double ten. The masterpiece made by the woman in just two sticks of incense! It makes me sigh!"
"Who says women are inferior to men!" Mr. Xueyi said with emotion, "... but who made this poem?"
Even if they haven't read the remaining two ci works, they have concluded that this ci work must be the well-deserved leader today.
But if this word was made by the saintess putting on her clothes, then Dayu would really...
Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, feeling a little uneasy in their hearts.
Not only the princes in the Bamboo Pavilion were speculating, but also in the Qiushui Pavilion.
Seeing Fu Yunyan and Yuan Yuyi's worried expressions, Nangong Yue suddenly said with certainty: "This should be the work of my cousin."
The girls all looked at her, with relief evident on their faces.
Yuan Yuyi patted her chest and said, "Since you said that, Yue'er, I feel relieved." Although Yuan Yuyi always felt that Nangong Yue, a cousin, was surly and often looked at everyone with weird eyes, which really made her feel uncomfortable. People can't like it, but when it's about Dayu's honor and interests, of course she still hopes that Bai Muxiao... No, she hopes that Dayu can win!
Now that Dayu was sure of winning, Yuan Yuyi and Fu Yunyan felt relieved, biting their ears and laughing at Yanyan.
But Nangong Yue had a strange expression on her face.
Nangong Yue is so sure that this poem was written by Bai Muxiao, not because of her confidence or understanding of Bai Muxiao, but because this poem is familiar to her.
That's right, she also knows this word!
It's not that this poem was written by her, nor is it that this poem was not written by Bai Muxiao.
The problem is precisely --
This poem "Ye" in the previous life was written by Bai Muxiao, and every word is exactly the same.
Just like now, this song "Jiangchengzi" shocked everyone when it was released, and attracted the praise of countless literati.
I still remember that in her previous life, Bai Muxiao wrote this poem two years later when she was fifteen years old. It was when Bai Muxiao participated in a small banquet hosted by a lady in the capital. With "Missing" as the theme, he wrote poems and lyrics, so Bai Muxiao improvised this song "Jiangchengzi" in seven steps, and the line "Ten years of life and death are boundless, don't think about it, and you will never forget it". The few ladies were teary-eyed. After the small banquet, such a masterpiece quickly spread among literati and ink scholars, and later even spread throughout the country. Scholars all over the world know that the Baibiao girl from Nangong Mansion is extremely talented, and she is worthy of the Nangong family. blood!
Nangong Yue stared. Although she is not good at poetry, she also knows that poetry is the most important artistic conception. In different periods and in different environments, poets or poets have different moods and experiences, so the poems they make will always have differences in terms of words and artistic conception. There are slight differences, so that the whole poem will have some extremely subtle differences.
The theme of the previous life was "Missing", this time the theme is "Dream".
At first glance, this song "Jiangchengzi" does fit these two themes at the same time, but after a closer look, you will realize that "dream" just happens to have a little relationship with Xia Que. The main theme of this song should still be "Missing" his deceased wife.
Thinking about it this way, it's even more interesting.
Although it is not necessary to write poems and lyrics from her own standpoint, why does Bai Muxiao, a weak woman, want to miss her dead wife from the perspective of a man
Not to mention that Bai Muxiao is just an unmarried boudoir girl!
If Bai Muxiao had an idea in the previous life, what about this life? What inspired her at the moment of the Jinxinhui finals
Nangong Yue thought about it, and silently recited the song "Jiangchengzi" again in her heart.
The last two sentences "Moony night, short Songgang" can be said to be lonely and desolate, but Nangong Yue stared at her eyes and found another strange thing.
According to this poem, the wife of the poet was finally buried on a hill covered with dwarf pines, but in fact, according to the custom of Dayu, the hills in the north are planted with cypresses, and the hills in the south are planted with pine trees. Nangong Yue didn't know this until she lived at her grandfather's house in the south for several years in her previous life, but how did Bai Muxiao, who has never left the capital since birth, know this
Doubts follow one after another...
Nangong Yue couldn't help but think of an idea --
Could it be that this song "Jiangchengzi" was not composed by Bai Muxiao
In her previous life, Nangong Yue also doubted why Bai Muxiao, a little girl, could compose such wonderful poems with different styles, such as heroic, graceful or sad, etc., but these poems written by Bai Muxiao were indeed Nangong Yue had never heard of it. Although she herself is not good at poetry, she was born in the Nangong family after all, and she has read many books. And ever since Bai Muxiao became famous in her previous life, countless well-educated people have sung her poems. No one has ever testified that Bai Muxiao stole someone else's poems...
Is it because I have too much heart
Maybe Bai Muxiao is gifted in poetry
While Nangong Yue lowered her eyes in thought, Guan Yubai in Qionghua Pavilion was also watching the song "Jiangchengzi", and his usual light smile appeared on his handsome face.
Xiao Yi was not interested in poetry at all, but judging from Guan Yubai's expression, he knew that Dayu would surely win this round of competition. That is to say, the royal match the day after tomorrow will be the final battle between Dayu and Baiyue in Jinxinhui!
Xiao Yi casually picked up a fresh fruit on the fruit plate at the side, gnawed it casually, and kept looking in the direction of Qingshui Pavilion.
The emperor beside the railing turned his head at this time, and asked Guan Yubai: "Marquis An Yi, what do you think of this game?"
The official said with a smile: "Dayu will surely win."
The emperor frowned, and couldn't help but said with great interest: "Could it be that Marquis An Yi already knows the owner of this poem?"
Guan Yubai's voice was leisurely and composed, "I don't want to hide it from the emperor, I am 90% sure of it."
Yuncheng suggested with a smile on the side: "Then An Yihou might as well make a guess, write his name on a piece of paper, and wait until later when the leader is announced, and then see if An Yihou's guess is right, what does the emperor think?"
A hint of interest flashed in the emperor's eyes, the official language Bai Su was considered to be exhaustive, he said so, I am afraid at least 80%, oh no, 90% sure, right? This made the emperor feel a lot better, nodded, agreed .
So Guan Yubai walked to a desk, quickly wrote a word, then folded it up, and handed it to Yuncheng in his sleeve.
Yuncheng was not in a hurry to look at it, but just casually put it on the desk beside him.
Soon, Mrs. Jijiu counted the voting results of all the judges and Guozijian students, and reported them to the emperor.
The emperor nodded, with a smile on his lips.
At this moment, a servant stood by the railing and announced in a loud voice that the leader of the poetry competition was Bai's daughter, and recited the poem "Ten Years of Life and Death, Two Boundless Boundaries".
At the same time, Yuncheng also showed the piece of paper in his hand to everyone, and the word "white" was impressively written on the white paper of Guan Yubai.
There was an uproar in Qionghua Pavilion again, not knowing whether it was Bai Muxiao's skill in writing lyrics that should be admired, or Guan Yubai's intelligence like Zhuge reincarnated.
The emperor was also overjoyed, and he was glad that this song "Ten Years of Life and Death" was composed by Na Bai's daughter.
Han Lingfu beside the emperor tried his best to suppress the ecstasy in his heart, proud of his Xiao'er, his star-like eyes were shining brightly.
His Xiao'er was as amazing as ever, and she was able to write such a shocking poem in such a short period of time.
When she wrote this poem, she must be thinking about herself!
"Ten years of life and death..." Han Lingfu meditated in his heart.
The ancients said: If you don't see each other for a day, it's like three autumns!
Xiao'er must have felt something in her heart, and then she wrote the beautiful sentence of "ten years of life and death".
That's right, Xiao'er is only jealous of Bai Yi because she cares about him.
It is because Xiao'er has him in her heart that she works so hard to improve her status and stand shoulder to shoulder with him!
Sure enough, Xiao'er did not disappoint him, she shined brilliantly at the Jinxin Meeting, and won face for Dayu!
This time, the emperor will definitely change his view of Xiao'er completely, so that Xiao'er will not be wronged and marry him as a concubine.
Han Lingfu's scorching eyes couldn't help but look towards the gazebo outside the venue.
At this moment, the eight contestants were in the gazebo. They had just learned the result of the competition, so they couldn't help but looked at Bai Muxiao and the saintess.
In the four Jinxinhui matches, Bai Yi lost for the first time!
They thought they would be annoyed and unwilling to arrange clothes, but they didn't expect that she still smiled lightly, stood up calmly, and walked towards Bai Muxiao.
"Miss Bai is very talented and knowledgeable, she is ashamed to put on her clothes."
Putting on the clothes in a generous way to bless the body, the corners of the mouth under the veil were slightly hooked, thinking of the noble and elegant third prince, and said in his heart: yes, such an outstanding man, his confidante, the woman he loves in his heart, naturally And she won't be any ordinary woman!
Before the competition, she had already found out Bai Muxiao's talent in composing poems and lyrics, and she had written many excellent works that were full of praise. She knew that in this competition, Bai Muxiao must be her Take the crown against your biggest rival.
The result was as expected!
Bai Muxiao looked at Bai Muxiao with a pair of clear blue eyes, as if to say, even if she loses today, it doesn't mean she is a loser! Tomorrow is her real battle!
That's right, tomorrow's "Royal" competition is the one she is bound to win!
This one is just an abandonment...
Bai Muxiao glanced at Bai Yi faintly, with a half-smile, as if to say, how can a defeated general speak bravely
Bai Muxiao put on her clothes and blessed her body, then said goodbye, leaving only a thin and proud back.
Today's Jinxinhui is over, unlike the day before, the emperor is in a good mood, so Xiao Yi doesn't have to continue to accompany Sheng Jia, and happily returns to the palace with Nangong Yue.
Returning to her home, she was supposed to be relieved and relaxed, but as soon as Nangong Yue saw An Niang waiting there holding the medicinal food, she suddenly felt bad.
As soon as he turned his head, he saw Xiao Yi looking at her with a smile, with an expression of "you drink quickly".
This guy, since he came to Kuishui, he has become An Niang's most loyal supporter. The one An Niang on the left said, and the other An Niang ordered.
Nangong Yue sighed helplessly, and said coquettishly to An Niang: "An Niang, look, I have gained a lot of weight, and if I drink this medicinal diet, I won't be able to wear the summer shirt I just made."
Before An Niang could speak, Xiao Yi had already boldly said: "That's not easy, all the summer shirts have to be redone!"
Nangong Yue looked at the cup of medicinal food with a bitter face, and wanted to struggle for a while, when Xiao Yi said pitifully: "Smelly girl, if you let me eat medicinal food, I will definitely not say anything!"
Xiao Yi's original intention was just to express his loyalty, but the speaker had no intention, and the listener had intentions. Hearing it in Nangong Yue's ears, a different kind of feeling arose.
That's right, Xiao Yi lost his mother since he was a child, even when his grandfather was alive, he probably wouldn't have cared about the little details in his life.
Nangong Yue sat down at the table with downcast eyes, drank the medicinal meal vigorously, and suddenly said, "Ah Yi, how about I come to cook for lunch today?"
Xiao Yi's eyes lit up immediately, and he said happily repeatedly: "Okay! Of course!"
In fact, the kitchen has already prepared lunch for the master, but since the master is rarely interested, no one will insist on mentioning this matter unwisely.
The more Xiao Yi thought about it, the happier he became, and he excitedly started to order: "Smelly girl, I want to eat sweet and sour pork ribs, steamed pork with lotus leaf powder, and braised hoof..."
This guy... The corner of Nangong Yue's mouth twitched, he could really climb up the pole.
Seeing his high spirits, Nangong Yue's eyes were also stained with a smile.
In fact, this feeling is really good!
Seeing this, Baihui cleverly ordered the little maid to inform the small kitchen to make some preparations. Since Xiao Yi ordered these dishes, regardless of whether Nangong Yue cooks or not, the ingredients must be prepared first.
Nangong Yue changed into the casual clothes she wore in the house and was about to go to the small kitchen. Xiao Yi also followed behind her, and said courteously: "Stinky girl, can I help you?"
Let's do it
Nangong Yue recalled that when she was newly married, Xiao Yi also said that she would help herself, and finally made the whole kitchen in a mess.
Xiao Yi said enthusiastically, "I'll help you wash and chop vegetables."
"Okay!" Nangong Yue responded with a smile, and Lily behind the two curled her lips silently. Washing and cutting vegetables were naturally done by the mother-in-law in the small kitchen, so it's your son's turn to do it.
The two arrived at the small kitchen very quickly, and Mrs. Song, who got the news, was already waiting for them at the door of the small kitchen. She looked so nervous that she didn't even know where to put her hands and feet.
Knowing that the master was coming, the small kitchen showed its powerful fighting power. In this short period of time, all the necessary materials were washed and cut.
So Xiao Yi, a vegetable washer and vegetable cutter, is useless, so he can only temporarily change to a vegetable delivery worker, but he is a person who can't even tell the difference between onions and garlic, so he is a burden in the kitchen. Unknowingly, she followed Nangong Yue to steal food. Seeing that this time, she would make her show like that day again, Nangong Yue rushed him out of the small kitchen coquettishly.
Mrs. Song hastily moved a seat for Shizi to sit on.
Under Xiao Yi's scorching gaze, Nangong Yue finally cooked four dishes... It took more than half an hour before the two finally had their meal. At this time, it was already past noon, Nangong Yue did not feel hungry after eating the herbal diet, but Xiao Yi was already hungry, he ate three bowls of rice, and even took the place to clean up all the dishes Nangong Yue cooked.
Nangong Yue kept looking at him with a smile, feeling as if something in her heart was about to overflow...
After the two had lunch, Nangong Yue couldn't wait to take a bath and change clothes to wash off the smell of oily smoke on her body.
Xiao Yi carefully wrung Nangong Yue's hair dry, and then hurriedly urged: "It's almost time. Bastard, take a nap."
Sitting in front of the dressing table, Nangong Yue was a little speechless. She wanted to say that her sunflower water was over, and that she was not a patient... But in the end, all the words turned into a smile on her face.
Take a nap, just take a nap, to rejuvenate your mind.
She obediently lay down on the couch, but she didn't feel sleepy... So she couldn't help turning over for the first time, then the second time... When she turned over for the fifth time, she found a handsome face by the side of the couch , suddenly enlarged in front of her eyes, so close that she could almost see the long curled eyelashes clearly, so close that she could feel each other's breath...
No matter how handsome and pleasing Xiao Yi's appearance was, at this moment there was only shock left, and Nangong Yue shrank back subconsciously.
"Smelly girl, do you have something on your mind?" Xiao Yi reluctantly moved closer. After coming out of Guozijian, he faintly felt that Nangong Yue was a little absent-minded.
Nangong Yue hesitated for a moment. Although Bai Muxiao didn't have much to do with her, she just had doubts in her heart but couldn't get an answer, so she couldn't help lingering in her mind.
If Xiao Yi didn't ask, she didn't intend to talk about Bai Muxiao at first, but since he asked, Nangong Yue told Xiao Yi exactly what she suspected.
Xiao Yi raised his brows, then suddenly smiled and said, "Stinky girl, what you said is somewhat similar to Xiaobai."
"Young Master?" Nangong Yue regained her energy and asked curiously, "What did you say?"
"Xiaobai said that a poem is like a person. A person's temperament and experience will affect his choice of words and sentences. When different people make poems, they often have their own unique style inadvertently. However, he has seen Bai's The description styles of several poems written by women are quite different. If these poems were written by the same person, then..." Xiao Yi recalled what Guan Yubai said at that time, and couldn't help but find it interesting to say, "Then this person must be Suffered repeated fatal blows, resulting in drastic changes in character again and again!"
"Young Master Ruoguan also said the same..." Nangong Yue couldn't help muttering, "Could it be that my cousin Bai really didn't write these poems?"
In this way, there seems to be some truth, the Bai family has long been in decline, and Bai Muxiao also went to boudoir school in those days when he was in Nangong's house, and his mother Nangong Yun mostly taught him on weekdays. Such a Bai Muxiao can really make such a shocking work
"Since Xiaobai said so, he shouldn't be wrong." Xiao Yi didn't care about Bai's daughter, but he didn't want her stinky girl to bother her so much, "Stinky girl, why don't I send someone to investigate."
"Alright." Nangong Yue nodded in agreement. Although this matter is not important, she always felt a little uneasy if she didn't understand it. She yawned and gradually became sleepy and said, "...the day after tomorrow is the 'Yu' competition, Then I have to cheer Liu Niang up!"
Fu Yunyan's jinxintie was "Yu", so she also made it to the finals, that is to say, she will face Baiyi in the future.
"Liu Niang's riding and archery was taught by Yong Yang's grandmother, and she is by no means inferior to men on the battlefield. She will definitely not lose in this match." Xiao Yi was so confident that Nangong Yue felt relieved. Then, he suddenly smiled. Blinking slowly, "how about... I sleep with you?"
sleep together
A faint blush suddenly appeared on Nangong Yue's face, extending from her cheeks to her snow-white neck. Her skin was fair and flawless, and the blush was particularly eye-catching, as delicate and gorgeous as a lotus emerging from water.
She stared at him and said decisively: "No way!"
Xiao Yi didn't hear what she said at all, he was almost dumbfounded, and kissed Nangong Yue's petal-like lips without thinking...
Then he quickly backed away, turned his face to the other side, and said nonchalantly, "Then go to sleep."
Nangong Yue stared at his red ears, smiled sweetly, then turned over, and soon fell into a deep sleep...
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