Dongfeng night blooms thousands of trees.
In the hall on the second floor of the Old Rain Building, Li Pin's clear and clear voice was heard in everyone's ears. Ning Yi brushed his pen and wrote a book on the table next to him. After the first sentence was published, many people's expressions changed. Some looked solemn and waited carefully for the next sentence, while others frowned and felt a bad feeling in their hearts.
Among the people present, for Su Chonghua, he is more inclined to say that Ning Yi is only a small talent. He naturally doesn't believe what water tune is taught by a Taoist priest, but other people in Yushan Academy have a good understanding of Ning Yi's daily practice. His teaching method is simply vernacular. After reading it, it is hard to believe that he has to learn something. Even if Song Mao personally said that Ning Yi has a set of teachings, in Su Chonghua's view, this is just a trick, and it may be successful for a while, but it will become unorthodox over time.
In fact, he actually had no opinion on how Ning Yi lived his life, and Mrs. Su's plan was clear to him from the very beginning. As someone who has experienced officialdom, he has a strong ability to withstand messy things. He just bought a poem to become a genius. If he could do this, he would not be polite, so he never taught Ning Yi. give an opinion. But when it came to Song Mao's praise, it was different. On the first day of the new year, the old lady asked the other party to talk about teaching, and what he felt was a strong threat.
Ning Yi used to be low-key, not interacting with too many people, and was impeccable. As a member of the Su family, after Mrs. Su spoke, it was almost impossible to demolish his stage at home. But tonight is really a good opportunity. He wandered here by accident, and he couldn't push it away. He just thought about it, and immediately made a decision. He asked Puyang Yi to ask him to come up. As long as he came up, as an elder, he asked him to write a poem, and he would not be able to push him, let alone Xue Jin Fueling the flames here, coupled with so many literati around. As the saying goes, literati are indifferent to each other. Your Mid-Autumn Festival poem will overshadow everyone's limelight, and there will be no movement after that. Who will really convince you
This kind of calculation of his is actually similar to what Su Wenxing and others thought when Song Mao arrived at the Su Mansion. They all let others expose his details. Su Chonghua was already ready to ruin Ning Yi's reputation tonight, and everything that followed was exactly as he thought. In the whispers of everyone, they really refused to let him go. Xue Jin's performance was exaggerated, but here It was indeed just right, and his words, if the last straw that broke the camel's back, ended up just right.
However, if Ning Yi's follow-up look surprised him, and then the other party started writing so bluntly, Su Chonghua's heart suddenly stunned, and he realized that this calculation was wrong, and the first sentence appeared, he already knew Understand that when he was the most proud of his layout, he was defeated by an army.
Too crisp.
Even though his focus may be different, he and Xue Jin both felt it. Ning Yi's calm attitude can only prove that he will have no problem in this regard. The appearance of the first sentence is too late for other people to really try to figure it out. Of course, a single sentence can be said to be impeccable at most, and it can't be said to be good or bad. , The initial outline of this phrase has already appeared in front of everyone's eyes, and the atmosphere and magnificent atmosphere spread out with the formation of this phrase.
Brush brush.
"BMW Carved Cars... Fragrant Road."
"The sound of the phoenix flute..."
"The jade pot turns light..."
"One Night - Fish and Dragon Dance -"
It was finished. Su Chonghua sat there, sighed slightly, raised the wine glass in front of him and took a sip, closed his eyes, knowing that his thoughts tonight were all in vain, it felt like calculating others in the officialdom Similarly, the calculation is completely wrong, and it is not uncomfortable. He really feels that he can't see through the boy in front of him now. On the other side, Xue Jin opened his mouth slightly, with a surprised expression, blinking his eyes and being speechless. The whole hall was silent, someone was repeating the poem, and the noise from the outside came in.
If it is said that the beginning of the water tune of the Mid-Autumn Festival is a step-by-step, starting from a dull, unobtrusive and superb way to open up the whole atmosphere of ease and timelessness, then this song is unambiguous from the beginning The opening and closing of the book is like splashing ink on a landscape, rushing to write a book, and from the beginning, it unfolds the atmosphere with the most magnificent style. "The east wind blooms a thousand trees at night. It blows even more, and the stars are like rain. The BMW carved car is full of fragrance. The phoenix flute moves, the jade pot turns light, and the fish and dragon dance all night." The entire Shangyuan night scene is described incisively and vividly, as if the excitement has been condensed dozens of times, and then reproduced in front of everyone.
The atmosphere in the hall became a little solemn. Ning Yi stopped and looked back. On the surface, he seemed to be looking at everyone's reactions, but in fact, he was still paying attention to the walking maid in Tsing Yi. While writing the words just now, he also took a few glances at the woman's actions. She just glanced at this side suspiciously, and then walked around intently, pouring wine, etc. At this time, she stood slightly sideways on a pillar Beside him, his eyes slanted towards the corridor outside the window. In the entire hall, apart from Ning Yi, probably no one would pay attention to her.
Ning Yi turned back, the brush swirled inside the inkstone, and whispered: "Moth, snow willow, golden thread..." Over there, Li Pin didn't hear clearly: "Huh?" After seeing Ning Yi's brush falling, he finally understood.
"Moth snow willow golden strands..."
The words were still being written. On the side of Ning Yi's line of sight, the maid in Tsing Yi turned around again, pouring a drink for a person, and turned her eyes to the other side calmly. On the corridor, two men in blue shirts had also turned around. , is looking inside. Puyang Yi seemed to have found out about this. A participant who was probably of some status went over to inquire and negotiate, and spoke in a low voice at the door.
Ning Yi raised his pen and wrote the next sentence, "The laughter is full of dark fragrance."
The two blue-shirted soldiers finally didn't dare to disturb the gathering of so many literati, and the voice over there was low, and then finally turned around and walked towards the other side of the corridor, looking in through the window on the way, Ning Yi finished writing this sentence and stopped. After a pause, the two disappeared at the window over there. The woman in green also walked along the circular road, carrying the wine jug to the door. The table near the door poured wine for others. After waiting for a while, it should be I was calculating the time for the two to go up to the third floor.
"People look for him thousands of Baidu… "
In Li Pin's voice, Ning Yi noticed the woman's movements from the corner of her eyes. At this time, she finally walked out of the door calmly. She glanced at the end of the corridor. Xu was the man in the blue shirt, who was no longer there. The following sentence "Looking back suddenly" just sounded. The woman seemed to have noticed something, her figure stopped, and she glanced here, as if frowning slightly. With a startling glance, Ning Yi calmly retracted his gaze and concentrated on writing the last sentence of the poem.
After the last stroke was made, Li Pin next to him also sighed and glanced around: "Suddenly looking back... That person was in the dim light."
After this sentence, someone in the silence sighed: "Okay...", Qilan in the hall had already heard the brilliance in their eyes. In the depression", but involuntarily stood up, wanting to say something or walking towards this side, only to realize that something was wrong, he bit his lower lip lightly, grabbed the handkerchief with both hands, and turned his head to look aside. look. More people were still chewing on the mood of this slap, Ning Yi put down the pen, Li Pin carefully picked up the rice paper and shook it, and then looked it over carefully before handing it to Pu Yangyi next to him, looking at Ning Yi. Yi, sighed unspeakably in his eyes, then took a step back and gave a bow.
This sentence is extremely prosperous, and it depicts the grand occasion of Shangyuan with admirable strokes. Even if it is only half of it, it is already an amazing good sentence. However, when he got to Xia Que, he actually took out a piece of artistic conception from this most prosperous depiction. The former Que entered the world, and the latter was refined. Under the correspondence of the two, the huge impact was indescribable. Some of the people present are still pondering, and some people understand it, but they only sigh faintly, their eyes are complicated. Putting this mood at the moment, after all, it still means something.
Of course, there were also a few people who immediately noticed the movements of others, such as Xue Jin, who immediately noticed everyone Qilan standing up over there. He just said those words, and at this time, he was directly made a laughing stock by a word. Of course, no one would care about him at the moment, but he was also a little resentful for a while. After all, it was he and Ning Yi who were confronting him. After a while, he couldn't help but say, "Then... Then why did you tell the elders in the family that the head of the water tune was made by a Taoist priest?"
Ning Yi put the pen down, calculating the time when the maid in Tsing Yi disappeared from the window. He didn't have any thoughts about Xue Jin and the others. He heard him speak out at this time and smiled at him: "Brother Xue, where did you hear about this?"
Xue Jin was stunned: "Although it's hearsay, but it's vivid, you... Have you ever said it?"
Ning Yi looked at him for a few seconds, blinked his eyes, and laughed: "I said it, but the rumors stop at the wise, and Brother Xue may have listened to half a sentence less."
When the two were talking, Xue Jin's tone was slightly higher, but Ning Yi spoke calmly, and his voice might not have spread as far as Li Pin, but as soon as these words came out, Su Chonghua over there also glared, obviously not expecting him to would say so. Xue Jin was stunned, and before he spoke, Ning Yi cupped his hands around him: "I really have something important to do here, it's definitely not a lie, so I'm leaving, goodbye."
No one dared to stop him now, and some people bowed their hands and said, "Brother Ning, go quickly if you have something to do." Or "It's okay."
Here Xue Jin glared: "You..." Ning Yi patted him on the shoulder and looked like he wanted to say something. Li Pin, Wu Qihao, Puyang Yi and others all froze. The gods listened, and after two seconds, "that Taoist priest..." only Ning Yi could hear him say, "... chanted two songs."
It didn't really lower the voice. After Ning Yi finished speaking seriously, he nodded and turned to leave. Xue Jin's face flushed red for a while, and he was speechless. Xiaochan originally memorized the words behind the others, but at this time she hurriedly followed out with a smile, and the two disappeared in the corridor one after the other.
The scene was a little quiet for a while, and others couldn't find many topics for the time being. Li Pin looked at the word and said with a smile: "As soon as this word comes out, it's probably not very easy to write."
Puyang Yi nodded, flicked the rice paper, and sighed, "Good words..." and then circulated it to others. Over there, Qilan turned her head to look at the window where Ning Yi and Xiaochan had disappeared, and sat down with a bit of disappointment. After a while, she laughed again, and talked to the people around her as usual, arousing the atmosphere. Waiting for the words to come over, I have to perform.
After half an hour, the song "Sapphire Case" spread all over Jiangning...