He Yunxiao was about to laugh out loud.
What am I afraid of
But he tried his best to hold back his laughter, not daring to show it too clearly, otherwise what would happen if this Yang Zhe stopped playing
He Yunxiao choked back his laughter and showed embarrassment, "How do you judge?"
Seeing He Yunxiao like this, Yang Zhe felt more confident.
If the person involved has no confidence, then why is this pile of vernacular stuff called poetry
He proudly said: "Now is the 'falling flowers' session. Whether the poems written by oneself can meet the standard or not, of course, must be judged by the oiran himself."
He Yunxiao nodded and added: "That's right. But what I want to ask is, how do you judge your level?"
Seeing that Yang Zhe was a little puzzled, He Yunxiao added: "As we all know, there are six grades of oiran ratings: poor, good, excellent, excellent, excellent, and excellent. If I can get an 'excellent' rating, isn't it Say, you, Yang Zhe, have no eyes? Don’t you know the real thing?”
Yang Zhe snorted coldly: "You want to bet with me?"
He Yunxiao smiled and said, "That's right, it's just a bet. I get 'excellent', and you leave on your own. If I don't get 'excellent', I leave on my own. Yang Zhe, do you dare to bet?"
Yang Zhe asked himself, as the number one scholar in the imperial examination, his literary accomplishment is still in place. In any case, it will not let the real pearl be dusted.
Take He Yunxiao's poems as an example, even if he has prejudices against He Yunxiao, Yang Zhe himself is very willing to admit that the last "flowers bloom like fire, but also like loneliness" is really amazing.
But if you put together a bunch of vernacular that does not conform to the meter and count it as poetry, then it is very nonsense.
In fact, Yang Zhe's self-confidence not only comes from his own judgment on poetry, but also because Du Yinyun himself has a higher literary quality than him in poetry.
Poetry is an "elegant toy", and the ladies and poor scholars are the real experts.
Yang Zhe is a master of martial arts, and he is still a martial artist in his bones.
A general does not fight unprepared. Therefore, based on the above judgments, Yang Zhe believes that it is impossible for Du Yinyun, who has higher requirements for poetry, to count what He Yunxiao spelled out in vernacular as poetry.
Faced with He Yunxiao's provocation, Yang Zhe accepted it calmly, and even increased his stake.
Wouldn't it be nice to take advantage of the winning gamble to completely remove He Yunxiao, an eyesore, from Sister Yinyun's vision
Yang Zhe said: "He Yunxiao, there is no need for 'excellent', as long as your words get 'shangjia', I will leave here, and I will never recognize sister Yinyun again. Similarly, if you don't get 'shangjia', you will leave here Leave Chunfeng Tower, and never pester Sister Yinyun again."
He Yunxiao turned back halfway to prevent Yang Zhe from robbing his wife. How can there be any reason not to do so at this time
Immediately said: "It's a deal!"
Yang Zhe was even more afraid of He Yunxiao's repentance. After all, repentance is commonplace for dudes. So he said: "Today, I bet between the two of you, and I invite everyone in Chunfeng Building to be a witness!"
Of course, everyone was in the mood of watching the excitement and not thinking it was a big deal. The commander of the forbidden army and the son of the general fought each other for a woman. Such a scene is not something you can see if you want to see it.
"no problem!"
"Commander Yang, don't worry, I will keep an eye on He Yunxiao!"
"Whoever repents is a dog!"
Sitting next to Yang Zhe, Liu Feiyun cupped his hands and said, "The overall situation is settled, Feiyun congratulates Commander Yang first."
Hearing this, Yang Zhe looked at Liu Feiyun more and more pleasing to his eyes. Said: "Who are you, Liu Feizhan, who is called Liuyun Tanhuashou by people in the Jianghu?"
Liu Feiyun showed joy on his face: "It's my brother. My younger brother has no talent in martial arts and loves to play, so he manages the family's property in Yinjing. Zuixianju is under the banner of my Liu family. If the commander wants to come to Zuixianju to play, The little brother will definitely accompany you all the way."
Yang Zhe said politely: "Definitely."
Over there, He Yunxiao invited a pen and ink, and silently wrote the whole poem on silk paper. This handwriting is not to say that it is falling apart, but it can also be said that it is flying around.
Of course, this is not the point. The point is that after He Yunxiao finished writing the poem, he wrote "touching hands" in a corner of the paper rather mischievously.
Afterwards, the paper involving the fate of the two men was sent to the desks of the five scoring girls in Chunfeng Building.
In fact, Yang Zhe guessed half right.
Du Yinyun is very accomplished in poetry and poetry. If there is no Fan Ziruo from the Fan family, Du Yinyun can probably be regarded as Yin Jing's number one talented woman.
He Yunxiao's modern poems are indeed very poetic, but they transcend the times too much, so it is normal for them not to be understood.
According to the usual rules, Du Yinyun would not agree with He Yunxiao's very obscure and extremely controversial modern poem in order to seek stability, or because he could not understand it, or for other reasons.
Because comments are based on face.
If this poem was written by a great Confucian, then it can be recorded in the annals of history for people to study carefully. Because the great Confucianism has been lowered in previous works, the level is guaranteed.
But it was written by a person like He Yunxiao whose literary level is actually negative in the eyes of others. If it is not directly thrown into the trash, it is considered respectful.
It's just that there are thousands of calculations, and one thing Yang Zhe guessed wrong is that the current Du Yinyun, or any woman in love, is simply unreasonable.
Regardless of your poems, do you want He Yunxiao to stop "entangled" with himself? Don't even think about it!
When Du Yinyun got He Yunxiao's poem, the more she read it, the more she felt that his scribbled handwriting was very cute.
Soon, she noticed the three words He Yunxiao quietly wrote below, "Touch your hands".
Du Yinyun quietly clamped her legs, her face turned red with a brush.
She quickly "reduced the fever" and returned to her expressionless and indifferent appearance, but she couldn't stop her brain from breaking down, and began to keep recalling the appearance of He Yunxiao sitting on her bed.
Strong and healthy muscles, big rough but warm hands, a face more handsome than any man in the world...
Raised at home since she was a child, Du Yinyun doesn't really understand what love is. What she thought of her life was to marry a man when she was old, and then take care of her husband and children for him until the end of her life...
But He Yunxiao is not that kind of person. Others say he is bad, but in fact he is very interesting, very principled, and at the same time very ideal. The most important thing is that he can believe in himself without reservation.
Even Du Yinyun herself understood that this feeling of being trusted, needed and relied on was actually what made her completely poisoned.
But feelings are like this, even if you understand it, you are still stuck in it, unable to extricate yourself.
Jiang Wuyou had already finished scoring, seeing that Sister Du next to her had not moved for a long time, so she looked over at her.
Du Yinyun stared obsessively at the tissue paper on which He Yunxiao wrote, and Jiang Wuyou followed her gaze, and saw the hidden three characters "touching hands" in a corner of the paper.
Sister Jiang's face suddenly became a little rosy.
She thought that Du Yinyun and He Yunxiao were still having conflicts. He Yunxiao was too forceful and almost...
Jiang Wuyou himself would not be jealous of He Yunxiao and Du Yinyun, but Jiang Wuyou also knew that a lady like Du Yinyun who was born in everyone likes to be jealous the most.
Afraid that the two of them would be completely useless because of herself, she hurriedly explained to Du Yinyun: "Yinyun, it's not what you think, there's nothing between He Yunxiao and me... He touched my hand because..."
After being told by Jiang Wuyou, Du Yinyun came to her senses and resumed her unfamiliarity with He Yunxiao, and said coldly, "Sister Jiang, have you finished scoring?"
Jiang Wuyou nodded, and then collected everyone's scores.
Of course, the three red card girls acted according to the faces of the two oirans. One of them gave "excellent" and the other gave "excellent".
Although the three of them couldn't tell what He Yunxiao's poems were, they couldn't make mistakes in scoring with the oiran.
So, under Yang Zhe's confident eyes, the maid read out He Yunxiao's grades for modern poems.
"Excellent."
Excellent!
As soon as the score came out, the audience was stunned.
How can it be excellent
Yang Zhe even began to doubt what he had learned in his life.
Any normal person wouldn't think this poem by He Yunxiao is excellent, right
He Yunxiao was not at all surprised by this result, the referees were all his, how could he lose
He added fuel to the fire: "If Commander Yang hadn't changed the standard from 'excellent' to 'excellent', my brother, I would really slap my ass and leave."
Get up and salute.
"He thanked Commander Yang for his help, and sent him off here respectfully. It's dark and the road is slippery, so go home early."
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