Bai Muxiao glanced at Guan Yubai, this formerly famous young general stood there elegantly and indifferently, with a faint smile on his lips, and no trace of vigor around him.
If she hadn't known that he was Guan Yubai, she would have thought he was a literati, presumptuous.
Bai Muxiao felt relieved, this Marquis of An Yi was nothing more than a vain marquis with a marquis, his whole family was killed by the emperor, he had no relatives, no reason, no military power, no political power, and even lost his martial arts. But even so, the emperor was still wary of him, and the officials dared not make friends with him.
Guan Yubai, the only one he can rely on now is the emperor, and only by pleasing the emperor can he win a small foothold.
Thinking about it, Bai Muxiao calmed down, the clouds were calm and the wind was light, like an orchid in an empty valley.
The official language is white with a smile, and the voice is like a good Wenyu, clear and unparalleled, "I know that Miss Bai's lyrics are also excellent. I want to ask Miss Bai to write a song with the theme of the bright moon and "Shui Tiao Ge Tou" as a lyrics..."
Hearing this, Bai Muxiao's heart was relieved. Since ancient times, poets and poets have loved Songyue, and she has a lot of such poems casually.
Sure enough, as she expected, Guan Yubai just took the opportunity to curry favor with the emperor, and the legendary witty Guan Yubai was just a follower of power in front of the powerful.
The corners of Bai Muxiao's lips were slightly curved, and there was a hint of flamboyance and pride in her smile. She was too careless in the past, and from now on she will never give anyone a chance to bully her.
Guan Yubai's warm voice continued, "...It's just that, it seems a bit boring. Why don't we add some fun in another way, how about blending "Bodhisattva Man" and "Shui Tiao Ge Tou"?"
Bai Muxiao's smile froze on her face.
Kneading? Guan Yubai... what does he mean
"An Yihou, tell me how you want to reconcile it?" The emperor's eyes also had a hint of interest, and the two ci cards were naturally not in the inherent format and flat. beautiful thing.
Guan Yubai's face was calm and clear, and he suggested with a smile: "It just so happens that the last sentence of "Bodhisattva Man" is the same number of words as the last sentence of "Shui Tiao Ge Tou", and the tone is harmonious. How about swapping the last two sentences of "Shui Tiao Ge Tou" and the last sentence of "Bodhisattva Man"?"
The last sentence of the upper and lower lines of "Shui Tiao Ge Tou" is: "Zhongze Zhongping, Zhongze is flat." Replace it with the last sentence of "Bodhisattva Man", then the new ending sentence is: "Zhongze Average, average, average."
When everyone heard it, they were also very interested, and some people even ordered the palace servants to fetch pens and ink, and wrote down the new level, trying to figure it out and hum.
Bai Muxiao's heart was completely cold, and her heart was turbulent, full of surprise and uncertainty.
Swap level
When she was studying in the boudoir at Nangong's house, she also learned rhyme books, and she still understands Pingze, but understanding and using them are two different things. The most important thing is that after changing the level, it is not the "Water Tune Getou" she knows!
What should she do
Bai Muxiao's heart was flustered, she quickly glanced at Guan Yubai, was it just a coincidence, or...
No, it's impossible!
The emperor looked at Bai Muxiao, and asked with great interest: "Miss Bai, would you like to give it a try?"
Bai Muxiao's face was extremely stiff, her lips moved slightly, and she couldn't speak.
"Miss Bai?"
The smile on the emperor's face faded slightly, and he looked a little unhappy.
Bai Muxiao knew that under such circumstances, it was absolutely impossible for her to say "no", only...
Bai Muxiao took a deep breath and said, "Minister... obey."
Soon, some palace servants prepared a pen, ink, paper and inkstone on a desk, ground the ink for her, and laid out white paper.
Bai Muxiao sat down behind the desk, her back straight.
Times are getting tougher at this moment...
Bai Muxiao held the pen tightly, and the pen was full of ink, but it never fell on the paper.
Bai Muxiao's mind was blank, and the pen in her hand seemed to be as heavy as a thousand weights.
Seeing that she hadn't started to write for a long time, the people around her started to commotion again. After all, in the past, Bai Muxiao's quick wit and quick thinking were obvious to all. , unable to write for a long time.
Bai Muxiao's silence and rigidity attracted more and more attention. Everyone was whispering and guessing, even Han Lingfu looked worried, thinking: What's wrong with Xiao'er? Could it be that she is not feeling well? Or is there any difficulty
Nangong Yue's eyes gradually became complicated, and she looked deeply at Bai Muxiao. Everyone was still at a loss, but at this moment Nangong Yue was convinced.
In her previous life, Bai Muxiao always wrote poems at her fingertips, and she never thought for more than a cup of tea, as if she was really a literary star who was born to write poems.
This is the first time Nangong Yue has seen Bai Muxiao troubled by composing poems and lyrics...
It seems that I and Guan Yubai's guesses are indeed correct, those poems written by Bai Muxiao are not her works!
Otherwise, how could the person who can make such a masterpiece be stumped by the discrepancy between the mediocrity and the original word card!
It's just, how did Bai Muxiao get those poems with different styles, and each poem is enough to last forever...
Yuan Yuyi pulled Nan Gongyue's sleeve, and asked with her eyes: Yue'er, what happened to your cousin today? Doesn't she make amazing works every time the situation is more urgent
Nangong Yue just smiled and said nothing.
Time was still passing by, Bai Muxiao was as stiff as a puppet, she knew she had to write something, otherwise it would only make people more suspicious.
She took a deep breath, finally gritted her teeth and picked up the Langhao brush on the side, dipped in the ink and began to write.
Seeing that she seemed to have settled her mind, everyone's expressions relaxed, and they felt that it was just a sudden change of level that made Bai Muxiao unable to change for a while.
Bai Muxiao wrote stroke by stroke, never felt that writing was such a difficult thing.
Calligraphy is the state of mind and heart language of the caller.
The irritability in her heart was revealed in those strokes.
After she worked hard and finally put away her pen, the palace attendant at the side immediately helped her dry the ink, and then picked up a blank paper and began to read: "When will the bright moon come? Ask the wine to the blue sky."
Different from the previous "Quiet Night Thoughts" which had an extremely plain opening, these two sentences caught the eyes of all the people present, "When will the bright moon come? Ask the sky for wine", it is really bold and unrestrained to regard Qingtian as a friend and ask each other about wine. This opening sentence is already a good sentence handed down from generation to generation, it really doesn't look like it was written by a delicate little girl.
The palace people continued to read: "I don't know the palace in the sky, what year is this eve..."
At this time, the audience was silent again, and everyone was immersed in it. Many ministers who loved poetry had already closed their eyes intoxicated, shaking their heads and brains following the chanting of the palace people.
Until the palace man said: "Dancing to find out the shadow, why does it seem to be in the world?" Immediately, someone showed a strange look. These two sentences are still good, but there seems to be something wrong...
How did the palace man who recited the words understand the way of mediocrity, and he didn't understand what was wrong at all, so he continued to read aloud: "Turn to Zhuge, low and beautiful, and sleepless. There should be no hatred. …”
The turmoil gradually subsided again, because apart from the flatness of the last sentence of the upper que, the lower que was extremely wonderful. Especially the three sentences "People have joys and sorrows, and the moon has cloudy and sunny waxes and wanes. This matter is difficult in ancient times", which makes everyone who hears it empathize, as if thinking of the pain of parting with relatives and friends, but there is a glimmer of hope in their hearts. When people are round, people also have time to get together.
Amidst everyone's voices of emotion, the palace man finally finished reading the last two sentences: "I hope you will live a long life and share the beautiful beauty of thousands of miles."
The whole hall is in an uproar!
If this is "Shui Tiao Ge Tou", it will definitely be called a masterpiece that has never been seen before or since. From the layout to the setting to the words, there are countless advantages. The whole article is full of good lines. Pick any line at will It all makes people feel meaningful and emotional.
But the problem is--
The text is wrong!
Bai Muxiao's lyrics are still in accordance with the original melody of "Water Tune Getou", whether it is "Dancing to find out the shadow, why is it like being in the world?" The level of "Shui Tune Ge Tou": "Zhongze Zhongping, Zhongze is flat." Instead of the new level: "Zhongze is flat, Zhongping Zhongping is flat."
It's like writing an essay, no matter how good the essay is, no matter how high the intention is, and no matter how beautiful the words and sentences are, if the essay is not on the topic, it will be inferior.
The format of Bai Muxiao's song is flat and wrong, if it is an exam or a competition, it will be the first to be disqualified.
The emperor's face was not very good-looking, and he did not speak for a long time. Originally, it would be a great story to release the song "When Will the Moon Come" during the Mid-Autumn Festival, but Bai Muxiao made a mistake.
How could Bai Muxiao even make mistakes with Pingze
Master Chen said with emotion: "The flaws do not conceal the virtues. This song "Shui Tiao Ge Tou" has a lofty intention, a novel conception, and a fresh and picturesque artistic conception."
"That's right." Another minister said, "'I wish you a long life, and you will share the joy of beauty'. If the words and sentences were changed for the sake of plainness, I'm afraid it may not be so subtle." The minister couldn't help thinking: Could it be that Bai Muxiao refused to write for a long time before? , are you troubled by this
"Even if it's a good work, it's a big mistake if it's mediocre!" Another person said. This person looked at Bai Muxiao questioningly, this woman can write such a good line, can't she really think of other lines to deal with the new mediocrity
Always feel a little weird!
Everyone expressed their opinions, and the discussion became more and more intense.
Among the Baiyue envoys behind, the saint put her clothes on and lowered her eyes thoughtfully. Although she didn't know why Bai Muxiao made such a mistake, in her opinion, it is not difficult to modify the mediocrity, even if the poems will It’s not as good as it is now, but this whole poem is excellent, even if there are a few weaker sentences, it’s not as good as it is, and it won’t cause controversy...
It's fine if Bai Muxiao is everyone, everyone has everyone's heart. But she is just a common girl, if she really had such arrogance in front of the emperor, she would not have been reduced to the point where she was just a lowly concubine.
Taking a step back, even if Bai Muxiao is really reluctant to part with these two good lines, he can still write two different versions based on the original flat and new flat. But she didn't do it, could it be because... she couldn't do it
Or that although Bai Muxiao is good at composing poems, she actually has a big shortcoming, that is, she is not good at mediocrity
Bai Yi squinted slightly, this idea made her feel ridiculous, rhyme book is the foundation of the foundation, anyone who is enlightened will learn it. How can a person who can make so many masterpieces not even be good at mediocrity
Bai Yi meaningfully raised his eyes to look at Bai Muxiao, looking at her embarrassed eyes under the eyes of everyone.
At this moment, Master Li from the Imperial Academy took a step forward and suggested aloud: "Miss Bai, Miss Bai, this song "When Will the Bright Moon Come" is indeed a masterpiece, but this 'wrong text' always makes people feel that there is a fly in the ointment. How about this , Miss, modify it again? Wouldn’t that be the best of both worlds?”
Mr. Li's proposal immediately caused another round of whispering among the people. Most people thought that this idea was indeed a good idea. Even Han Lingfu felt that his eyes lit up. This was a great opportunity for Xiao'er to save the situation!
As long as you think carefully, you must be able to figure out a suitable sentence.
With Xiao'er's talent, there must be no problem!
No one expected that Bai Muxiao remained silent for a long time, and when everyone was waiting to stir up a commotion again, Bai Muxiao said slowly: "Lord Li, forgive me for not being able to." Her breath was a little impatient. , but still said with a calm expression on his face, "Since this poem has been completed, it has life like a baby, and I can't destroy it."
Her chin was slightly raised, and the silver moonlight covered her with a hazy tulle, which was extraordinarily elegant.
A young Hanlin in his early twenties looked thoughtfully at Bai Muxiao with a trace of respect in his eyes. This song "When will the moon be there" is so unsurpassed that everyone who hears it is impressed by it.
A few other officials were also moved, but most of them were still skeptical, feeling that Bai Muxiao's words were a little far-fetched.
Guan Yubai looked at this scene calmly. As far as he was concerned, he just wanted to find out who the poems came from. Now that his goal had been achieved, he didn't care what happened next. After all, Bai Muxiao is just a person who has nothing to do with him.
The emperor's eyes were slightly lowered, and his expression was deep and incomprehensible. After a while, he suddenly said to Guan Yubai: "Marquis An Yi, you wrote this question, what do you think of this poem?"
"Your Majesty." Guan Yubai smiled slightly, and said calmly, "This word is enough to last forever, but it's a pity..."
It's a pity that Guan Yubai didn't say anything, but the meaning behind the words is obvious.
Seeing the emperor looking at her more and more suspiciously, Bai Muxiao finally couldn't control the impatience in her heart, and blurted out: "What does Marquis An Yi mean by that?"
The corners of Guan Yubai's lips twitched into a half-smile, and he said pointedly: "... If I ask another question, would Miss Bai give it a try?"
He knows!
He should really know!
Bai Muxiao suddenly felt thunderbolt, and his mind went blank for an instant.
It turns out that what happened today was not a temporary idea, but he did it deliberately... How is this possible?! These poems she wrote have no source at all, why would he know?!
Before he knew it, Bai Muxiao's back was dripping with cold sweat. In front of Guan Yubai, she was as ridiculous as a clown. He seemed to be able to easily see through everything about her, down to her soul.
Although she tried her best to be calm, her pale face and chaotic eyes had already revealed her inner voice.
The emperor has been looking at her, at this moment, he is already sure! How dare this bold girl bully the king to such an extent!
Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, Guan Yubai wanted to ask another question, but Bai Muxiao didn't dare to answer, and even reacted so violently, there must be something strange about this matter!
Even Han Lingfu felt something was wrong at this moment, Bai Muxiao's flustered eyes raised doubts in his heart one after another, he could no longer lie to himself, there was something wrong with Xiao'er!
But in any case, everyone knows that Xiao'er is his woman, if she loses face in front of everyone, his face will not be much better.
Han Ling Fu made up his mind, took a step forward, pretended to be nonchalant and said with a smile: "Father, although the poems are elegant, they still need to eat fireworks. It's almost time for the garrison, and the table in the Mingyu Palace has been prepared. I don't know Father. Do you want to drive Mingyu Palace?"
He acted so abruptly that even a fool could see that he was saving Bai Muxiao.
For a moment, Han Lingfu suddenly became the focus of everyone's attention, and the people who were already full of doubts instantly felt that they were the truth because of Han Lingfu's words.
Among the crowd, a middle-aged beautiful woman couldn't help but said to her friend beside her: "Miss Bai is so talented, how could she make such a mistake today?"
"That's right." My friend also agreed, and said casually, "It's not like she doesn't understand mediocrity, right?"
"Madam Wang, are you kidding? I don't know how to compose lyrics?" A girl with an oval face said, "I've heard the two poems written by Miss Bai in Jinxinhui. Not only are they both correct, but they are also so wonderful that they will be famous forever. .”
"Then why is An Yihou only modifying a few sentences in "Shui Tiao Ge Tou", and Miss Bai can't do it anymore?" A young woman asked everyone's doubts.
"Could it be that she didn't make those words before?" The oval-faced girl guessed hesitantly. At first, she felt that her guess was absurd, but after thinking about it carefully, she felt that this was the only way to explain what was wrong with Bai Muxiao at the moment.
It was inevitable that everyone's guesses would spread to the emperor's ears, making him feel even more annoyed.
I was deceived by her, and I praised her poems again and again. Now that I think about it, it's like a joke. Maybe others will think that I, the emperor, have no eyesight!
But no matter how angry the emperor was, it was inconvenient to question Bai Muxiao in full view at this time.
After all, Bai Muxiao represented Dayu and won the Baiyue Saintess in the Jinxinhui's poetry competition. If Bai Muxiao was suspected of being a fake, wouldn't it mean that the Baiyue Saintess won the fourth prize in the Jinxinhui? I really want to lose all the face of Dayu!
The emperor didn't want to think about it anymore, and said coldly: "Show Mingyu Palace!" He swung his sleeves and strode forward with obvious displeasure in his demeanor.
A good mid-autumn moon viewing is a complete loss of interest!
Han Lingfu also felt uncomfortable, the kind of discussion just now seemed to provide an answer to the countless doubts in his heart, an answer that he simply couldn't accept. If Xiao'er's poems are really not written by her, then she has been lying to him all this time
He was cheated by the woman he loves most...
Han Lingfu didn't dare to look at Bai Muxiao, for fear that he couldn't help but want to ask clearly.
Han Lingfu closed his eyes, gritted his teeth, and quickly followed behind the emperor.
Soon, all the officials and all the female relatives left following the emperor's footsteps, no one paid any attention to Bai Muxiao, leaving her standing alone in the same place, the surroundings were eerily quiet, and even the chirping of insects could be clearly heard .
She stood there, looking at the back of someone leaving in the crowd, he was still so elegant and handsome, like a banished fairy...
He gradually walked away, never looking back at her from the beginning to the end,...does he not want her
Her heart was so painful that she could hardly breathe, a flame of humiliation and unwillingness ignited from her heart...
Why did they hurt her like this?!
Why?!
Her mind was in a mess, and she didn't even notice that when he was leaving, he took a special look at her.
Baiyi and Achida were walking at the end of the crowd accompanying them, when they saw the latter with a sarcastic smile on his face: "It turns out that she did not write the words at the Jinxin Meeting... However, in Emperor Dayu's opinion, I dare not admit it."
"The Jinxinhui is over. Since Emperor Dayu has not made a conclusion on this matter, she is still the leader of Wensai in the Jinxinhui." Bai Yi thought very clearly, "In the final analysis, we are weak, Your Highness It is still in the hands of Emperor Dayu, and now, I can no longer question the agreement of Jinxinhui... At first, I was worried that Bai Muxiao was high-minded, and it would be difficult for her to agree to the cooperation, but now, I have Ninety percent sure."
"Your Highness, when do you plan to go?"
"No hurry." Bai Yi said in thought, "It won't be too late for me to go when she has no other way out... It shouldn't be long." .
Just as Bai Yi had predicted, Bai Muxiao really quickly reached the point of desperation.
After the Mid-Autumn Festival, rumors spread unknowingly in Ying Lan's Palace that she had embezzled other people's poems, and even said that those poems were written by a failed scholar, and that Bai Muxiao exchanged him for the condition of subsidizing his studies. Writing poems and lyrics for myself, the speculation during this period is occasionally glamorous, as if the third prince has already been covered by a green cloud.
As soon as Bai Muxiao stepped out of Lanzhuzhai, everyone would stare with disdain.
Plagiarism is the most despised act.
They used to admire her "doing" poems, but now they hate her character.
Even Han Lingfu was much colder towards her, and he never appeared in front of her again for several days, and he no longer greeted her in the past.
The palace people are all human beings. Originally, seeing that the third prince loves this concubine who has never been married, they are all very warm and attentive. But now, when she found that she seemed to have fallen out of favor, she immediately changed. Not only did her servant girl go to the big kitchen to get her food, but it took her a couple of hours to get hot water for her to take a bath.
Bai Muxiao originally thought that the days after she was brought back to the White Mansion from Nangong Mansion were the most humiliating times in her life. However, at that time, she had the status of the third prince's concubine anyway, and the White House would not be too neglectful of her. And now...
She used to think that even without Han Lingfu, she could live on alone and start a new relationship. However, the reality seemed to be laughing at her innocence, showing her the cruel truth again and again.
"Big girl." Bihen entered the room with a three-layer food box, and said softly, "Dinner has been brought, do you want to eat?"
Bai Muxiao nodded, Bihen put the food box on the table and took off the lid. Her movements paused, and she forced a smile and said: "Miss, this servant seems to have taken it wrong, servant..." As she spoke, she was about to close the lid.
"Let me have a look." Bai Muxiao reached out to stop her, took the food box and looked at it.
Her order is four dishes, one soup and two plates of dim sum. There is only one plate of the most common white sugar cake, one plate of green leafy vegetables and a bowl of cold soup in the food box, and nothing else.
The meal was getting worse day by day, she had been mentally prepared for it, but she didn't expect to do it so disregarding face.
Is this warm and cold
"There must be a mistake in the kitchen." Bihen said hurriedly, "The maidservant is going to change it now."
"No need, so as not to make people laugh." Bai Muxiao waved weakly, and said, "...You guys share it and eat, and leave me alone."
Bihen and Biluo glanced at each other, then quietly retreated with the food box.
Bai Muxiao walked to the window alone, it was pitch black outside, and the thick night seemed to engulf her heart.
"Why, why are they trying to kill me?"
In the past few days, she kept recalling the events of the Mid-Autumn Festival day and night, and she was almost certain that it was a trap, a trap set by Xiao Yi and Guan Yubai against herself.
She has never had any grudges against Xiao Yi, Xiao Yi must have done this because someone instigated him, and the only one who would be so shameless is Nangong Yue.
It's Nangong Yue! It must be her!
Bai Muxiao clenched her fists tightly, with deep-seated hatred on her face...
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