Da Wei Chun

Chapter 283 The cold yarn wraps around the pillar in love with Xuanfu

"Festival, beauty, wine, green skirt, green fan, blue window..."

When hearing this, some people have already started to doubt: it’s just a poem, why are there so many things?

But Yang Shen didn't think it was enough. He pointed to the noble ladies next to him, looked at the moonlight that was about to disappear, and said loudly: "The beautiful woman holds the jade in her hand, the south wind envelops the mist to cover the moonlight, summer night It smells like flowers again!"

Festival, beauty, wine.

Bi skirt, Bi fan, Bi window.

The beautiful women hold the jade jue in their hands, and the south wind and fog cover the moonlight.

Summer nights are fragrant again.

After listening to what Yang Shen said, everyone raised their eyebrows: just the title is already a poem, how long does the poem have to be so that so many things can be included?

How about ten or twenty sentences...

Just when everyone was worrying about Li Chengzhi, they heard Yang Shen say: "Wu Sheng, Shang Yun, hidden characters, seven words, eight rhythms!"

Li Chengzhi's eyes popped sharply, and he almost spat out a mouthful of old blood: I'll be your sister.

I thought that what Yangshen wrote was a couplet, so I thought that was the case, and I was thinking about the words to respond, but Yangshen suddenly said such a sentence?
The so-called Wu rhyme is a rhyme to the end, and it also means that every sentence must be rhymed... This is easy to say. With Li Chengzhi's poetry reserves, it is not impossible to piece together a sentence.

It's easy to say "hidden characters", but it means that words such as "beautiful woman, beautiful woman, green skirt, and light mist" mentioned by Yang Shen cannot appear in the poem, but these things must be reflected.

This is also easy to handle, it is nothing more than changing the name, which is not difficult for Li Chengzhi.

The difficulty lies in the remaining three points: Shang Yun, Qiyan and Balu.

Shang rhyme means that "ang" must be pressed in every sentence, and seven words refer to seven characters in each sentence.Eight rules refer to three format requirements:

One is only eight sentences.

Second, write all the things Yang Shen mentioned: festivals, beauties, wines, green skirts, green fans, and blue windows.Yanfu, Sushou, Yujue, warm wind, mist, moonlight.As well as summer nights and flower fragrances,...a total of fourteen kinds.

The third is that the antithesis must be neat and tidy, and every sentence must contain antithesis.

That is to say, if there is sky in the previous sentence, there must be land in the next sentence; if there is red in the previous sentence, there must be green in the next sentence...

Where does this make him copy?

Seeing the sudden absence of a smile on his face, Gao Wenjun panicked: "Lang... General?"

"Don't worry..."

Li Chengzhi waved his hand and let out a sharp breath.

Copying is impossible.

The whole poem must contain more than ten kinds of things, and every sentence must be subdued in Shang rhyme, and every sentence has a duality. He probably can't recall it all until dawn.

So either don't do it, refuse it straight away, or... make it up now.

Li Chengzhi gritted his teeth fiercely: he memorized three hundred Tang poems by heart, and he would know how to compose them even if he didn't know how to compose them...there are more than three hundred poems memorized in his mind?
The so-called duality of work and battle is nothing more than: sky versus earth, rain versus wind, continent versus sky.Thunder faint, foggy, mountain flowers against sea trees, red sun against sky...

Did you treat me as the girlfriend of my Ph.D. in poetry for nothing?

Or is it that the ancient Chinese materials in those years were checked for nothing, or that so many Chinese course files were prepared for nothing?

Li Chengzhi's eyes were slightly cold, and his mind was spinning quickly...

After listening to Yangshen's request, Guo Cunxin gave up without even thinking about it. Anyway, it is impossible for him to do it, at least not before dawn.

He turned his head to look at Guo Yuzhi again, only to see Guo Yuzhi's face was black and blue, staring at Yang Shen closely, as if he was about to burst into flames.

Guo Cun's confidence tightened: It seems that my sister also gave up?

As for the brother-in-law who passed on the "Poetry"... Hehehe!

Not to mention Guo Cunxin and Guo Yuzhi, even Yang Shu felt that it was difficult and difficult, and he knew that Yang Shen was making things difficult for Li Chengzhi, so he made so many requests.

Rhythmic poetry, also known as new-style poetry, was created by Shen Yue, a famous poet in Nanliang. The requirements for rhythm, including seven-character, eight-sentence, phonology, and antithesis, have only recently emerged in Nanliang. The specific meaning of these requirements.

The ancestral Li family relied on the "Book of Songs" to pass on to the family. Even if you read the flowers, you don't have these things. According to common sense, Li Chengzhi will definitely not be able to do it.

But seeing him remain silent, as if he was brewing, Yang Shu was a little moved: Is it really possible?
Many people say that Li Chengzhi is a god-given god, and Yang Shu is also so skeptical.Otherwise, regardless of the rest, Li Chengzhi has never been out of Jingzhou, Dalian since he was a child. Where did he learn Nanci?

Thinking of this, Yang Shu faintly looked forward to it...

No matter how bad Xi Kangsheng was at poetry, he knew how difficult it was just by looking at other people's expressions.His face darkened, and he pointed to Yang Shen who was whispering with Gao Meng, "Let him do it!"

Yang Shu secretly sighed.

Although this question is tricky and even more difficult, it cannot be called weird.Thinking that Yang Shen must have come prepared, he has already guarded against this move...

Sure enough, before Yang Shu could open his mouth, he heard Yang Shen say again: "I heard that Li Cangcao has the talent of Cao Zijian, and he can compose a poem in seven steps. Yang is convinced. A certain one also wrote a similar clumsy poem, but it is enough It took seven quarters... If Li Cangcao doesn't mind it, can you give Yang a comment..."

Yang Shu's expression turned cold: It's not enough for this sheep to slap the left cheek deeply, but he wants to force Li Chengzhi to slap the right cheek too?
Seven quarters left?
You need seven hours to do it, and I, Yang Yanrong, worship you as my teacher.

He glanced sideways and saw that Li Chengzhi's face seemed to turn green with anger.

Li Chengzhi finally knew why Gao Menghui wanted to use Zhang Jingmo as the title quote: You, Li Chengzhi, are so famous for your poems that you can't even write a poem for your beloved concubine Ji?Forget it, since you can't do it, then I'll help you do it...

This is not only to humiliate myself in front of everyone, but also to let Gao Wenjun see: With such eyesight, you actually picked a fool?

It's disgusting, fucking open the door for nausea, disgusting enough, it's my woman's turn to criticize you?

A surge of anger rushed to his head, and the fascination he had just had for Gao Meng dissipated in an instant.Li Chengzhi gritted his teeth: I don't believe in evil anymore?

With this fight, my brain seemed to suddenly open up:

"Bi" cannot be seen in the poem, what about emerald green, verdant green willows?
If you can't see the skirt, you can use the skirt; if you can't see the fan, you can use the feathers...

Isn't this all there?

Hahaha……

Li Chengzhi stood up abruptly, although he was angry in his heart, there was a smile on his face: "Yang Youcheng is too modest, the juniors are weak in intelligence, dare not compare with Cao Zhi, at most, they have some successes occasionally.

The younger generation dare not comment on Yang Youcheng's excellent works, but if Yang Youcheng is short-handed, the younger generation may be able to do a little bit..."

Yangshen's complexion changed, instantly turning red and purple, as if stained with blood.

Li Chengzhi returned the sentence just now intact: When I comment on your wife, maybe I can help...

Even if the lungs of qi are about to explode, Yangshen still can't burst out.

In terms of age, he is thirty-four this year, and he is about the same size as Li Shixian. It is not wrong for Li Chengzhi to call himself a junior.

But it was this junior who pushed him into a corner: Li Chengzhi was clearly scolding him for bullying the younger, shameless...

Gao Meng was overjoyed immediately: Li Chengzhi cursed people angrily, which means that he became angry from embarrassment because he couldn't do it.Just as he was about to sarcastically speak, but before he opened his mouth, Li Chengzhi picked up the wine glass and drank it down in one gulp, and drank it again: "Good wine..."

Everyone's eyes widened suddenly: Is this... about to start?

Li Chengzhi really did it?

Although he didn't pace, did he have seven breaths before and after?
A group of guests seemed to have bumped into a strange scene, and they couldn't help pushing forward, for fear of missing a good opportunity to watch the excitement.

Li Chengzhi put down his wine glass and saw Zhang Jingmo fanning him with a green fan. When his eyes met, his pretty face blushed.

Lianjin Chunshan is ashamed and silent, it is difficult to express the deep meaning in front of others...

In an instant, Li Chengzhi's writing was like a fountain, and his inspiration was like a blowout.He pointed at Zhang Jingmo: "The jade train swayed gently to complement the girl, and the green feathers waved slightly to attract the evening coolness..."

"Nice poem!"

Just after reading a few sentences, I heard thunderous praise...it was really thunderous, the kind that made people's eardrums itch faintly.

Everyone looked angrily, only to realize that it was Xi Kangsheng.

"guard?"

Yang Shu's face was full of anger, and he said in a hateful voice, "The impromptu poetry is the most forbidden to be disturbed..."

"Ah...haha?" Xi Kangsheng was not annoyed, and smiled sarcastically, "I forgot on a whim... Well, is Li Chengzhi's poem good?"

Didn't you listen carefully?

Yang Shu looked helpless: "It's only a few sentences, and I can't tell. But it sounds neat..."

"Haha...just neat!"

It is indeed very neat: the skirt replaces the train, the fan replaces the feather, and the emerald train meets the emerald feather, and the rhyme is extremely strong.

Some good people have already started counting for Li Chengzhi: "How many have you written?"

"Bi skirt, beauty, and green fan...there are three kinds..."

"It's a little less... That night Liang refers to Xia Ye, there are clearly four kinds... no, five kinds, and you can also guide the wind..."

Yang Shen and Gao Meng were both taken aback, looking at each other in blank dismay.

Who would have thought that Li Chengzhi could do it even if it was so difficult, and so fast?

"It's just two sentences and five things..." Gao Meng snorted coldly.

Now that there is a belly draft, even if the thunder really falls from the sky, it will not affect Li Chengzhi.Hearing the sound of pouring wine coming from his side, he turned his head slightly.

Gao Wenjun held the cup in one hand and the jug in the other, and the liquor flowed down like a silver thread. The jade hand, the jade cup, the light of the wine, and the moonlight reflected each other.

With a flash of inspiration, Li Chengzhi chanted loudly: "Qianqianrou is holding the Yao cup, and the gurgling amber is shining with silver light."

Guo Cunxin clenched his fists excitedly, and said in a trembling voice: "The catkin is against the plain hand, the jade is against the jade cup, the amber is against the fine wine, the moonlight is against the silver light...there are nine kinds..."

Li Shixian looked at Li Chengzhi, just like looking at a god: "Is Xunzu possessed?"

Knowing that he was talking about Li Xun, the first ancestor of the Li family, Guo Yuzhi gritted his teeth and almost slapped him: "I'm a demon, this is your son?"

Li Sixian trembled with excitement: Nonsense, how could I not know that this is my son?
The question is, why can my son speak well, but my grandfather can't even come up with a single sentence?
Li Chengzhi took the wine glass, looked at Gao Wenjun and Zhang Jingmo together, and smiled warmly: "Qingcheng, stunning He Duanyang!"

Others only thought that Li Chengzhi was brewing, so they paused for a moment, but Gao Wenjun and Zhang Jingmo knew that Qingcheng and Jue Se referred to her respectively.

Even Gao Wenjun's face turned red this time.

Li Chengzhi picked up the wine glass and took a sip, then raised his arm and pointed at the noble ladies with wild eyes: "Enjoy the fragrance in the beauty of the garden!"

Then he turned around again, pointing first to the screened window behind the willow tree, and then to the half-falling moon: "The cold gauze wraps around the pillars to love the porch, and the warm smoke wraps around the smoke to resent the evening!"

For a while, the garden was silent.

Guo Cunxin held the barrel of the pen in his hand, but it was shaking so much that he couldn't hold it steadily, and the ink was thrown everywhere.As if afraid of forgetting, he kept chanting:

The emerald train gently sways to complement the charming lady, and the emerald feathers swing slightly to attract the evening coolness

Qianqian and soft catkins are holding Yao cups, and gurgling amber is shining with silver light.

The stunning beauty of the city congratulates Duanyang, and the beauty of the garden is full of fragrance.

The cold yarn wraps around the pillars to love the porch, and the warm smoke wraps around the smoke to resent the evening!
The Guo family is originally a family of Confucianism, and Guo Cunxin is even more famous as a talented scholar. No matter how amazing and brilliant Li Chengzhi's works are, he shouldn't be so gaffe.

But only a few people including him know how rare Li Chengzhi's poem is.

Not to mention how laborious the poem is, how gorgeous the words are, and how profound the artistic conception is, but only how harsh the prerequisites are, how short the time is, and how deep the hidden meaning is, this is an absolute masterpiece.

The cold yarn wraps around the pillars to love the porch, and the warm smoke wraps around the smoke to resent the evening!
This is clearly telling Gao Meng: He likes both Gao Wenjun and Zhang Jingmo, and he wants both...

Guo Yuzhi's eyes were shining with excitement, wishing to make peace and sing loudly, but when he heard the last two sentences, his body froze, as if frozen.

Cold gauze, winding pillars, porch (windows), warm smoke (summer wind), entanglement of smoke, twilight!
Every sentence implies a man and two women, and it is both love and resentment...

Like a broken branch, Guo Yuzhi twisted her neck abruptly, looking at Li Shixian in horror.

Li Shixian was the same as her, with a look of astonishment on his face, clearly understanding the meaning of the last two lines of the poem.

What is the difference between composing such poems on such occasions and making them public?It's just that I can't react right now, but after thinking about it for a while, there are many people who can appreciate the deep meaning.

There is no turning back when you open the bow... Li Chengzhi, you are clearly trying to force my old lady against the wall!
Guo Yuzhi's almond eyes were wide open, his willow eyebrows were erected, and he pointed at Li Chengzhi and said in a low voice, "Well, you bastard..."

Li Shixian's eyes were straightened, and he couldn't help admiring his son in his heart, praising his quick wit, poetic talent, and courage.However, Li Chengzhi made up his mind: "Madam, calm down, Chengzhi may be referring to Wei Yu..."

"Li Huaide, you are blind, you even coax the old... even me?"

Guo Yuzhi forcibly endured the swearing, and cursed angrily, "That Nizi has an elm head, if he really wants to pay attention to Mrs. Wei, how could he let that girl stick to him so close in front of everyone? He clearly still Treat Wei Yu like a child..."

Seeing Guo Yuzhi's ten fingers clacking, Li Sixian shut his mouth wisely.

Son, son, ask yourself to be blessed...

Where is the need for hindsight?
The more Yang Shu thought about those last two sentences, the more he felt something was wrong.

Did Li Chengzhi just say these two sentences in a moment of impatience, or did he do it on purpose?
If it was intentional, it must be Zhang Jingmo, so which one is left?

Yang Shu took a closer look, his eyes fixed.

Gao Wenjun and Zhang Jingmo sat side by side, and they were generally stunning, like two jujubes side by side.

But it's also a normal pink-faced peach cheek, shy...

Yang Shu's eyelids twitched wildly: Ninety-nine percent of Gao Wenjun had secretly agreed with him after he was rescued by Li Chengzhi, and Gao Meng clearly knew about it.

But Li Chengzhi was lucky. Not only did he blatantly take Zhang Jingmo to demonstrate in front of Gao Meng, but he also uttered wild words: I am married to both of these, what can you do?

No wonder Gao Meng wanted to eat Li Chengzhi alive and replace him with himself. He was afraid that he would be able to draw his knife and fight Li Chengzhi to death right away.

But this is Gao Meng?

His cousin plus brother-in-law and uncle is the emperor?
The one you want to marry is his cousin...

Li Chengzhi is so courageous, Gao Meng is absolutely going to be furious, once this poem comes out, is it likely to add fuel to the fire?
But Li Chengzhi is too reckless, if you don't improve, what kind of situation do you put Zhang Fengzhi in?

Thinking in his heart, he turned his head again, only to find that Zhang Jingzhi was drinking wine with the old god around?
Yang Shu's eyes popped wildly: So I already knew...Zhang Fengzhi, what an old man...

(End of this chapter)