Stop Water Poetry.
Kang Xian shouted abruptly, and the venue suddenly became quiet. That Yu Zixing had studied under Kang Xian for a short period of time. At this time, seeing this always strict teacher suddenly lose his temper, he was startled and quickly lowered his head and handed it. : "Ming, Master Ming..."
Kang Xian is a master of Neo-Confucianism and has a solid background. Although there are not many disciples, most of his reputation is clear. At this time, his eyes swept across the audience and stopped on Yu Zixing, as if he was just teaching his disciples: "How can you say something like that!?"
After a moment of silence at the scene, Kang Xian put down his brush and looked over again: "Let me ask you, there are hundreds of poems today. If this poem is messy, unsightly, and has no merit, what would you do?"
When he said these words, Yu Zixing actually understood the meaning, his body shook, and he saluted dryly: "Disciple... Disciple will naturally put it aside and ignore it."
"Then... Have you ever seen this Ning Liheng before? Have you ever known him, heard his name, seen his appearance, or had any bad comments about his character and character before? Into your ears?"
"Disciple... Disciple is taught."
Having said that, that's enough, Kang Xian smiled: "Now that you know the reasoning, sit down... Everyone, today's Poetry Club, there are many excellent works, I just commented on it with Qin Gong, such as Mingyi..." He raised his voice and began to comment on the excellent works of the poetry conference one by one, saying the highlights of the poems one by one. The poems are indeed excellent, and Yu Zixing's two poems have also been highly praised.
It took a lot of time to talk. At the end, Kang Xiancai put the paper on the table with the head of the water tune again: "At this time... how about you guys comment on the head of the water tune again?"
After he finished speaking, Cao Guan stood up from his seat: "Ming Gong slammed the head, and the disciples were taught. I am ashamed to say that this word is really wonderful, the writing is brilliant, and the artistic conception is profound. My heart can only be awakened by the teachings of Duke Ming. Today's poetry festival is grand, and it is a blessing to see such good sentences. However, everyone, I only got a few sentences below, and I would like to comment on it with you. Haha, although There are pearls and jade in front, but all of you present are talented, I don’t know who is willing to make up for this poem for me, but you can’t fall into the prestige of my Shishui Poetry Society.”
After he finished speaking, Kang Xian laughed: "The gentleman's style, it should be like this." Everyone laughed, and the atmosphere in the venue suddenly became active again, and someone laughed: "Zongchen, you only have a few words. I dare to say that, but there is one next, because the poem will save face, it should fall on me."
Afterwards, there was another fierce competition of poetry and words. Everyone was reluctant to lose, and it seemed to be a bit more enthusiastic than before. Kang Xian looked at this scene and raised his teacup to drink tea with a smile, while Old Qin on the side also smiled.
"Haha, why is Duke Qin laughing?"
"Heh, Duke Ming is not very kind in this matter. On weekdays, little friend Liheng only wins you a few games, but you have to put him on the fire. The style of a gentleman, it is not good to hold revenge. See you in the future, he will be indispensable. I'm going to settle the bill with you."
Although he said so, Qin Lao smiled happily, to the point that he was just looking forward to watching the excitement. Originally, there is no first place in this text, and there is no standard for criticizing poetry works. After reaching a certain height, people's words account for a large part. Although this water tune is really good, it cannot really make everyone else "not as good as far." This can make "the rest of the words go to waste." However, Kangxian's mere words directly give a hint: when you see a masterpiece that is not comparable, the first thing you think about is to slander the character of others. Not a gentleman's style.
Qin Huai's poems were not the only ones that spread out overnight. When Kang Xian's reprimand to everyone at the poetry meeting was spread out, it's hard to imagine what the result would be. After being said this by Duke Qin, Kang Xian's smile did not change, and he was still quite happy.
"Hey. The old man cherishes his talent and helped him to become famous. If he sees me, he should be grateful to the old man. Qin Gong, if you think so, it is a little bit of a villain's heart. The so-called gentleman is magnanimous, and the villain has a long relationship, haha. , beware of being open-minded."
The two of them had not seen how talented Ning Yi was before, but in terms of evaluation, it was definitely not easy. At this time, they were quite surprised by this poem, but they were also somewhat clear. An old man next to him also came over: "This Ning Liheng, could it be..." He also went to the river to play chess with Qin Lao, and only met Ning Yi once. Knowing that the other party's surname was Ning, he guessed it at this time. When he came out, Pan Guangyan also came over with a smile. Hearing this, he smiled and said, "Is this Ning Yi and Duke Ming..."
Kang Xian laughed and whispered: "It's about me and Duke Qin, Duke Du's little friends, the poems, I don't want to fake it. But this person is low-key, he is a friend with him, he is also a gentleman's friend, and he doesn't get involved too much. , and ask He Weng to keep it secret, not more than publicity."
Pan Guangyan suddenly realized and laughed.
"… I see."
If he could foresee everything that happened one after another in Jiangning City this night, I wonder if Ning Yi would ask Xiaochan to learn to sing in order to find a sense of modernity. Anyway, because of the cold, his thoughts were always groggy and lazy. If you haven't participated in any of these poetry festivals, naturally you can't think of too much.
After midnight, Ning Yi was still sleeping and didn't know anything about everything. The carriage was driving on the bustling street, the speed was still very slow, the crowd was still crowded, and the fire was shining from outside the carriage. Su Tan'er looked at the little Chan in front of her, still holding the water tune in her hand. On the piece of paper on the head of the song, Xiaochan lowered her head and blinked, daring not to speak, her mouth pursed tightly.
What happened tonight, even she felt a little bizarre, and she still feels a little bit confused. How much weight can this poem in her hand have? Her ability to appreciate poems is not at the top. Although she was shocked and amazed when she first saw it, she couldn't believe it was actually taken from Xiaochan, but later development It still proves that she still underestimated the word.
It was indeed a very happy thing to be able to see Xue Jin's astonished expression after the bad-hearted. Later, that Pu Yangyu and the masters who were invited to the poetry meeting came to speak and made her feel something very uncomfortable. A sense of importance. As the daughter of a merchant, she can understand the weight of this kind of emphasis.
It is said in the world that businessmen seek profit and their status has always been at the bottom of society. Although they have money, they can solve many problems and improve their status, but all kinds of discrimination still exist. Not a good name. Grandpa spent a lot of money to go to the school, just to let the Su family produce a group of literati, even if they spend money, at least they can enter the class of scholars. She has seen this urgent feeling since she was a child.
The same is true for the Puyang family. They are still successful. They spend a lot of effort on the Puyuan Poetry Festival every year, and now they have achieved certain results. It is considered that a half-legged family has entered the class of scholars, but the other half also wants to There is still a distance to go up, and when someone mentions Puyuan Shihui, perhaps the first thing that comes to mind is the atmosphere of the nouveau riche. From the importance they attach to this sudden poem, they can probably understand the benefits of this poem. However, how can some people say that this word is even better than that of Cao Guan, Li Pin and others.
Her level is not yet up to the standard, and she just likes and worships poetry. Because of the distance, she feels like an idol. When she was not married, she also participated in other poetry festivals several times, and saw several top students writing poems on the spot and scolding Fang Qiu. She just thought that the poems were well written, and that feeling was really fascinating. Today's Cao Guan and Li Pin are the representatives of Jiangning scholars. Grandpa thought about some talented people in the family, but he never thought that they would appear like them, and this poem in his hand... It was taken out by Xiaochan Yes, it is said that it was written by the husband who is obviously not talented. He used to write the inexplicable poem "Three lotus roots float in the blue pond, the raft can be thought of by Ai". Now, although it is good, it is also inexplicable. It can't be like this, or rather... There will be a hidden meaning in it.
One side of my heart is a little unsteady due to the admiration of people like the literati Halo, Cao Guan, and Li Pin, but the other side of the businessman is still sober, able to deal with the unexpected in a generous way and as usual, until When you get off the boat, you can start to delve into all this in doubt. She looked at Xiao Chan, who seemed to have shrunk in a circle for a moment, but laughed: "Is it really written by Uncle?" She naturally couldn't have any doubts about Xiao Chan.
"Um."
"Then... Xiaochan, can you tell me everything about you and your uncle that night?"
"Oh."
Xiaochan nodded, and then began to tell about the things that happened since they left. First, she told the story. The specific content of Journey to the West has been mentioned in a few sentences. She only said that it was about a monster monkey, and then she sang and danced. Category.
"Hey, that's how it changed... Hide this bead in your hand first..." Xiao Chan said and repeated the magic trick. She had failed to show it off in front of the two sisters on the boat. I failed once and was frustrated, but after a while, it was about singing and writing poetry.
"... Another way of singing?" Su Tan'er asked with a frown.
"Well, it sounds very nice." Chan'er nodded, and then whispered, "My uncle told me, don't go out and sing this, or Xiao Chan, a little girl who randomly changes the words and sings, they will say that they are not sensible..."
In fact, what others say may not be ignorant. Xiaochan actually understands this, but she has nothing to hide in front of the young lady. Soon after, at Su Taner's request, the little girl cleared her throat and started word by word. Sing the beginning of this water tune with a "new" singing style, the music resounded in the carriage and echoed gently.
When the music fell, Juaner and Xing'er were still a little intoxicated: "It sounds very good..." But Su Taner leaned on the carriage and remained silent for a long time before asking, "Xiaochan, you follow Uncle For the longest time, do you think... what kind of person is he... "
Xiaochan thought about it for a while: "Grandpa, he, grandpa... Xiaochan thinks that grandpa doesn't look like a nerd who studies hard, he is... very funny, and sometimes likes to joke, but he feels very calm, as if everything doesn't matter. It looks like... but it doesn't sound like those masters, it doesn't mean anything, and then... er, then it's gone, anyway, it doesn't seem to be the same as what I heard before... "
After Su Tan'er heard this, she nodded slightly.
Turning around the street ahead, Su Mansion is about to arrive...