Big Song Xiaohou Ye

Chapter 179 Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Meeting ([-])

"What's the meaning of guessing a word? I'll give you a four-character one. Listen carefully, you still have you." He pointed at the standing scholar and the other scholar who made things difficult for Zhao Qin'er just now, and said, "You still have you." , bare buttocks sitting on a stone, guess it!"

"Haha..." The gifted scholars and beauties burst into laughter. How could there be such an anagram like this, it was clearly teasing people.

"You! You rough and reckless man!" The book cursed angrily.

"Don't be useless, can you guess it?" Li Ce asked.

"Master Yan, what an elegant thing today's poetry meeting is, do you just let this wild man be so nonsense?" The scholar turned and complained to Yan Shu.

Yan Shu pulled his face and the boss didn't want to, you guys just ran on others and now you are being teased by others, so you come to me?He could tell that Li Ce belonged to Princess Zhao Qin'er, and he didn't want to offend Liu E's only favorite.But after all, he is the host of this poetry meeting, and he couldn't let it go, so he had no choice but to say: "Let's leave this matter at that, both of you don't want to bring it up again, the crossword puzzle is almost done now, why don't you move on to the next session of tasting?" Poetry."

This time, it's Li Ce's turn to quit. I'm joking that you took advantage of all the advantages and just stop?He waved his hand and said, "Master Yan is right, but the crossword puzzle just now has been revealed, if you guys can't guess it, then drink up the wine obediently."

The scholar naturally refused to do it, he said angrily: "You are clearly teasing us, how can there be such an anagram, how can we guess it!"

Li Ce suddenly slapped his thigh and exaggerated: "Oh, why didn't I think of it? Just now we can just say that there is no such crossword puzzle, so we don't have to guess. It's a brilliant move, it really is a brilliant move."

This time even the sitting scholar couldn't sit still when he heard his sarcasm and got up and said: "You are unreasonable, so what is the answer to this mystery? If you can tell how ugly you are, don't Let’s talk about one glass of wine, so what’s the point of drinking ten glasses in a row!”

"Okay!" He spoke loudly, and everyone couldn't help but applaud.

Li Ce laughed and said, "That's what you said, the answer to the riddle is killing two birds with one stone."

"Pfft!" Yan Shu spat out a mouthful of old wine.

"Haha..." Everyone present laughed instantly, and even Zhao Qin'er blushed and twisted her clothes and legs. She tried her best not to laugh, but the more she suppressed it, the more she couldn't restrain it. Finally, she couldn't help but bow down. The fragrant shoulders shook on the table.

"Two men sat on the stone with bare buttocks, killing two birds with one stone... Haha, thanks to him thinking of it!" The entire lakeside was completely submerged in laughter.

Some of the girls were already blushing. How could there be such a person? Today is an eye-opener...

The faces of the two scholars were flushed, this guy... really has no morals!

Yan Shu wiped the wine stains on his beard, coughed twice and said, "Okay, you two drink quickly, let's start the next session."

Soon there were twenty wine bowls in front of the two of them, and a servant came up and filled each bowl with wine. The two looked at each other with pain in their faces. There were ten bowls of wine, even if It's just drinking water, and that's too much!
"Gudong, Gudong..." The two took a deep breath, picked up the wine bowl and drank.

"Hi..." The two drank three bowls in a row, and by the fourth bowl they had spilled more than they drank. Although Li Ce saw it, he didn't point it out. It was punishment for teasing the two of them just now. They, there is no need to force them to drink to death.

The two of them bit the bullet and drank seven big bowls, and they really couldn't drink any more. After drinking seven big bowls in a row, their stomachs were overwhelmingly uncomfortable. If they drank any more, they might have to vomit.

However, Ding Qi and the others at the side were watching the fun and were not afraid of big troubles. Originally, today's poetry meeting felt very boring to them, and they even began to regret that they shouldn't have spent hundreds of taels of silver for this broken ticket, but now it appeared How could anyone miss such a scene.

One person shouted: "Hey, why don't you drink it? There are still three big bowls. Just now you spilled more than you drank. Now that you have rested for such a big meeting, you can't spill the remaining three bowls. My brothers One is under your supervision."

"Yes, yes, don't dawdle, everyone is waiting." Another person said.

Li Ce looked this way, who is this? He is not afraid of big troubles when he is watching the excitement. He caught a glimpse of Ding Qi just by looking at it. talking about something.

Damn, Ding Qi can come with such an idiot, I really thought how high-grade this poem would be... Li Ce thought to himself.

The two couldn't stand the booing from these people, so they had no choice but to grit their teeth and drank the remaining two bowls. One of them vomited the wine on the spot and was directly thrown out.

Zhao Ziyu stared at Li Ce with a livid face, this kid is really haunted, every time he spoils his own good things, he really deserves to die!She came to this poetry meeting today because she was entrusted by Zhao Ji to recruit some staff for him, and she recruited those two just now tonight.

After running into Zhao Qin'er by accident, Zhao Ziyu temporarily decided to humiliate Zhao Qin'er in front of these talented and famous people, but she didn't want to be disturbed by Li Ce who broke out halfway. Two of my own.

Seeing that the two had finished drinking, Zhang Yuan stood up and said, "Now let's carry out the most important part of this poetry meeting-tasting poems. Tomorrow will be the full moon of the Mid-Autumn Festival. Let's take this as the topic and write poems and lyrics. Everyone here If anyone has a good masterpiece, they can take it out and share it with everyone for appreciation and evaluation."

"I'll come first." As soon as Zhang Yuan finished speaking, someone volunteered. This person responded so quickly, it was obvious that the poem had been constructed long ago, but everyone knew this, but no one pointed it out.

The man shook his head and chanted: "The embroidered workshop of the deep boudoir enters with slanting light, and the daughter of a daughter stands by the door. Although Hengbo's beautiful eyes are behind, the bright moon is far away."

"Shengui and Mingyue are barely compatible with Mid-Autumn Festival, but the content of this word is a little bit behind." Someone soon commented.

"It's too ordinary, and there are no highlights." Someone even said directly.

The man shook his head in frustration and sat down.

At this time a girl stood up and said, "Little girl has a poem."

This is the first woman to get up to write lyrics tonight, and all the talented people cheered up in an instant, and they all looked like the little lady.

Seeing the eager eyes of all the talents, the girl couldn't help but blushed and said in a low voice: "Mid-autumn in August, the cool breeze blows slightly, but Furong is a flower time. Whose sisters are wearing new makeup, walking in the garden and hand in hand."

As soon as she finished reading the last poem, some scholars clapped their hands and praised her. Ding Qi and the others exaggeratedly clapped their hands like drums, applauding continuously.

The girl smiled slightly, and continued: "If you break the flower branch, you will be beautiful, and you will come back to enjoy it all with wine. Three cups of drunkenness will break the city of sorrow, and the sorrow should be returned when you wake up."

After reading this word, not many people commented on it. This word is too general. If you judge it carefully, it will not stand up to scrutiny. But it was done by a woman, and everyone is not willing to be too shocking, so they all choose to keep their mouths shut. Said that only Ding Qi and the others applauded enthusiastically, how could these idiots know any poetry, they could see it as human beings.

Seeing that Ding Qi and the others supported her so much, the girl gave them a smiling look, and Ding Qi waved a folding fan in his hand to pretend to be flirtatious, and nodded to her, he was ecstatic that tonight was not in vain.

In the middle, there were people who contributed poems one after another. Almost everyone here has prepared at least one poem. Everyone is counting on this poetry festival to become famous. Some people even started preparing half a year in advance, just to become famous in one fell swoop today. .

Zhang Yuan recited a poem and filled in a word, but the result was unsatisfactory, and he was drowned in many mediocre poems.

Even Zhao Ziyu filled in the opening words decently, but she didn't know whether it was the original or not.

After another hour or so, almost everyone in the crowd had contributed a poem. It had been a long time since no one had written poems and lyrics. Yan Shu was a little disappointed. None of the poems this time caught his eyes. He coughed lightly Said: "The old man just sent out a feeling, and also wrote a poem."

Seeing that Yan Shu was about to compose a poem, everyone pricked up their ears. Someone had already picked up a pen and was about to record it. The poems written by Yan Shu must be good lines.

Yan Shu looked at a few sycamore trees in the far corner and said slowly: "Ten rounds of frost shadows turn to the courtyard, and this evening, people are alone in the corner. It may not be that Su'e has no regrets, and the jade toad is cold and lonely."

"Wonderful! Master Yan is really extraordinary." As soon as he finished speaking, people clapped their hands and praised him.

Li Ce listened intently just now, but he didn't hear any catchy lines. It was far worse than Yan Shu's famous line "Last night the west wind withered the green trees, I climbed the tall building alone, and looked at the end of the world."But he didn't know that it was not easy for Yan Shu to write such a masterpiece in a hurry, but those famous lines were all made after repeated deliberation.

Zhang Yuan commented: "The moon is scarce, the moonlight shines on the osmanthus garden, the shadow of the sycamore tree in the corner is whirling, and the wanderer lives alone in a foreign country. On this festival of members, the wanderer looks at the shadow of the tree under the moon alone, and time passes slowly. , the shadow was also moving unknowingly. He looked at the bright moon that day, and guessed that Chang'e in the moon palace would feel regretful now. The only ones with her were the cold toad and the sweet-scented osmanthus tree..."

Zhang Yuan's voice was low, and it was his eloquence that added a bit of color to Yan Shu's poem.

Li Ce finally understood the meaning of the poem after his first analysis, and Yan Shu really deserves the title of master.

Several girls were even more intoxicated by it, and someone read softly: "It may not be that Su'e has no regrets, but Yuchan is cold and lonely. Mr. Yan can always make such sad words, it really breaks my heart."

"May I ask sir, does this poem have a name?" someone asked.

"Let's call it "Mid-Autumn Moon." Yan Shu stroked his beard.

"The name "Mid-Autumn Moon" is so appropriate for this poetry meeting, and this poetry meeting is still the most exciting masterpiece by Master Yan." Someone congratulated.

Yan Shu was quite satisfied with his song "Mid-Autumn Moon". He stroked his beard and listened to everyone's comments, feeling contented.

Zhao Qin'er took a brush and copied Yan Shu's "Mid-Autumn Moon" in its entirety. She held up the rice paper and blew on the ink, looking extremely precious.

Seeing her preciousness, Li Ce couldn't help but said, "As for it, isn't it just a poem?"

Zhao Qin'er was grateful to him for his righteous act just now, and finally did not ridicule him, but explained: "You don't know that Yan Fuzi's poems are hard to find, and this "Mid-Autumn Moon" is his new work tonight, but after tonight's It will definitely be recited in the capital tomorrow, and I am keeping it as a souvenir."

Zhao Ziyu said at this time: "It seems that there are only two people left who have no poems to come out tonight." Her voice can't be said to be loud, but her voice is delicate and crisp, and it is very penetrating. From the perspective of Er and Li Ce.

The two scholars who were deflated before were even more proud, and one of them said: "Young master, isn't he very quick-witted? Why is this so quiet?"

Zhao Qin'er blushed pretty, lowered her head and put away the song "Mid-Autumn Moon" she wrote, but didn't say a word.

Li Ce said: "Actually, today's poetry meeting, we just came here to admire it because we have admired it for a long time. You see, my lady likes your masterpiece so much, and even transcribed it herself. We are all scholars, so we should know etiquette and humility. Do you want to force each other hard?"

Zhao Qin'er looked at him red-eyed, she didn't expect this person to be able to say such a truth, it's not like he's only good at messing around.

The two scholars suffered a great loss under his hands before, and just now they drank ten bowls of wine, and now the spirit of drinking has picked up, and under the stimulation of alcohol, they are also a little carried away.

One person said: "Let's not care whether it's good or bad, there is always a song to take a look at?"

When he said this, everyone said: "That's right, today's poetry meeting, everyone present has presented works, and you are the only two left."

Seeing Zhao Ziyu's schadenfreude expression, and seeing these two as if they had been beaten, Li Ce immediately understood that the two of them must have been instigated by Zhao Ziyu.

Seeing that Zhao Qin'er was a little embarrassed, Yan Shu wanted to help her out. He was about to speak when Li Ce said, "Since everyone wants to hear it, I'll just fill in a poem."

Zhao Qin'er suddenly raised her head to look at him, and desperately signaled him not to agree with her eyes. There was concern and grievance in those eyes.

When Li Ce saw her eyes, his heart moved. This eyes reminded him of Yu Xian'er...

(End of this chapter)