Splendid peasant girl busy farming

5008 - Very Charming

"Master Lu, look here I made a poem titled "Ode to Camellia"..." Shen Biyu pondered for a while, and then read this poem in the eyes of everyone: "Han Qiang is more beautiful than Song Yun, The splendor and emptiness amazes the time and time. The ice and snow are diverse and the truth is there, but the roots and trees are rare in the old public park."

When Shen Biyu read this poem, the eyes of several young men suddenly lit up, and the wives and ladies also praised it one after another. Among them, a talented scholar stood up and said: "This poem is considered to be excellent. It is very charming. Gao Jie's character is vividly displayed, and it fits well with Master Lu's painting, Master Shen really deserves to be a master of poetry and prose, and this poem is very good."

"Yes, it's really good, but I think the sense of sadness behind the free and easy style is the most in line with the realm and charm that should be on the picture scroll. It is really a superior work."

"If you ask me, I really deserve to be Master Shen. My reputation is well-deserved. In such a short period of time, I have created such a poetic poem. It's amazing, amazing!"

"..."

When Shen Biyu was being praised all around, Wan Qingchun and Yang Ruoqing stood behind the crowd, Yang Ruoqing didn't say anything, but Wan Qingchun couldn't get used to it and said: "everyone Shen is just talking about it, In my opinion, this poem is nothing more than mediocre, but in terms of talent, who can compare to my sister Qing."

Yang Ruoqing smiled and said: "Don't talk nonsense, it's not good for others to hear it, I can't compose such poems... This Shen Biyu has real talents."

Yang Ruoqing herself knew that she relied on Dream of the Red Chamber and a few books for her title as a talented woman, but that was not her own credit, but just stole the works of real celebrities in another world. Although no one held her accountable in this world, Not to mention accepting it calmly.

Shen Biyu's poems aroused the praise of many people at the scene. Many literati interpreted the artistic conception contained in the poems, and felt that the poems were excellent, and it was impossible to pick a mistake.

Even several Jinshi Hanlin think this poem is good.

And Shen Biyu also behaved quite calmly, obviously she was already used to similar scenes, and at this moment, she just quietly looked at Master Lu Yuanding.

Lu Yuanding frowned, he recited the poem written by Shen Biyu, and then nodded with his fingers stroked his beard.

But just when Shen Biyu thought that the poem she wrote had been approved by Lu Yuanding, but to her disappointment, Lu Yuanding immediately shook his head again.

"It's still close, what's the difference, I can't tell..." Lu Yuanding sighed.

These poems are all very good, especially those made by Shen Biyu, they are really excellent.

However, his own paintings were created when his inspiration exploded and he was close to the state of ecstasy. As long as there was a little imperfection, he didn't want to inscribe poems on the painting scroll.

Shen Biyu was a little disappointed.

However, her quality is indeed very outstanding, she only lost her color a few times, and her face quickly returned to normal, because she knew that composing poetry is difficult and needs inspiration.

Inspiration is very mysterious, it comes out of nowhere, and sometimes it doesn't make sense at all.

But when there is no inspiration, even masters of poetry may not be able to write masterpieces handed down from generation to generation.

"Forget it, many talented scholars, ladies and gentlemen, the time for the banquet will soon be approaching, let's go to the banquet first, and the matter of poetry, after that, we are thinking..."

The one who spoke was the owner of Biyun Garden, Mrs. Lu Yuan, Mrs. Lu, who was 21 years old. She was dressed in red, and there was a strange beauty and charm in the opening and closing of her eyebrows and eyes.

"Yes, it is true that I was too impatient. After all, poems and articles are not written in a pinch. Just like painting, it is difficult to make works with soul without inspiration."

Master Lu Yuanding was somewhat disappointed and regretful. He was obsessed with the way of painting, and when he finally watched the camellias, his inspiration exploded, and he drew such paintings that can be handed down from generation to generation.

However, there is no poem that can really match it.

Especially at this time when the painting has just come out of the oven and the ink is still wet, this is the best time to write a poem. If you miss this period, if you fill it up later, there will be defects and it will not be so perfect.

"Or, are we looking for someone else? I remember that there is a lady in the capital who is so talented that she created such a shocking work as the Dream of the Red Chamber. She may be able to do it..."

"Mrs. Uncle Zhongyong, Mrs. Yang?"

"correct."

"Forget about Yang, she has already been immersed in how to make money, and she is already a wealthy businessman full of money."

"Why do you say that? Madam's talent, I don't think any daughter's family can match it."

"I admit that Mrs. Yang has good attainments in novels, but when it comes to poetry, what is there to praise her for?"

"You have forgotten so many excellent poems in Dream of the Red Chamber? Have you read them?"

"..."

After someone mentioned Yang Ruoqing, several people quarreled.

There was a hint of embarrassment on Mrs. Lu's wife Lu's face. This time, because Yang Ruoqing asked to keep a low profile, her identity was not announced. Moreover, Yang Ruoqing was wearing a veil, so people passing by couldn't see her face clearly, but others did not. Yes, she knows.

She was naturally embarrassed to speak of her guests in such a face-to-face manner.

But now she didn't know what Yang Ruoqing was thinking, and she didn't dare to reveal her identity directly, so she was in a dilemma.

But others don't care, but the little father-in-law Wan Qingchun broke out.

Yang Ruoqing was the person he admired the most, how could he tell her wrong to her face.

He immediately shouted loudly: "My sister Qing can't compose poems? It's just a joke, my sister Qing can make a few poems for you on the spot."

Yang Ruoqing wanted to stop her, but she couldn't even stop her.

In an instant, many talented scholars and literati who were talking were quiet, and all cast their gazes over.

They first noticed the young father-in-law Wan Qingchun behind the crowd, and then the tall slender woman standing beside him.

Even though she was wearing a veil, she couldn't hide her elegance at all.

Many people who knew Wan Qingchun quickly realized that the veiled person was Uncle Zhongyong's wife Yang Ruoqing.

Some people still couldn't believe it, could this really be Yang Ruoqing?
Wouldn't it be so coincidental?

But immediately after, the words of Mrs. Lu Yuan's wife, Mrs. Lu, broke the luck in their hearts.

"Mrs. Yang, it's really not my fault." Mrs. Lu said with a wry smile.

The people who were still talking just now became embarrassed, which is a bit embarrassing.

Talking behind their backs and judging others is fine, but it would be too embarrassing to be heard by the Lord in person.

Some of them were thin-skinned, and their faces were blushing a lot, even the bases of their ears were red.

Being stared at by so many eyes, Yang Ruoqing was a little helpless, Luo Fengtang was busy discussing important matters with Qi Xingyun, she went out for a walk to relax, not wanting to reveal her identity.

(End of this chapter)