Prime Minister

Chapter 203 Who is that person?

Fan Lou was still noisy and full of voices.

The poem boards hanging high in the courtyard are full of writing, leaving the handwriting of literati, only one side is still hanging, waiting for the comer.

Just off the stage, the quarrel between Zhang Yue and He Qi caused a group of onlookers and singing girls from Fan Lou.

Seeing Zhang Yue's calm look, He Qi was a little worried, but seeing the nervous look of the maid, he felt relieved.

Seeing Zhang Yue now, he still comforted the other party, saying that this son really will not die if he sees the Yellow River.

At this time, Han Zhongyan saw the maid beside Zhang Yue, and he had already guessed the cause of the matter to seven or eight points. Although he usually likes to embarrass others, he said clearly at this time: "He Qi, why are you But if that’s the case, since this maid doesn’t want you to read it, that’s all.”

Huang Lu on the side also said: "He Qi, this is our business, you can't do it alone."

When He Qi saw that Han Zhongyan was leading Zhang Yue, he felt great hatred in his heart.

He dared to offend Zhang Yue, but he didn't dare to offend Han Zhongyan. Just then Zhang Yue said: "Brother Han, Brother Huang, it's okay, Brother He, if he likes to read it, let him read it."

court death!

Seeing that Zhang Yue opened his mouth, and seeing that the crowd was quite protective of Zhang Yue, He Qi immediately opened the scroll and glanced at him and said: "Sanlang is He's friend, I can't help him hide good poems. Qingyu Case, Yuanxi."

Han Zhongyan, Huang Lu wanted to stop it, but He Qiji said it was the Qingyu case, which is really the name of the poem, so he didn't say it.

"The jade case?"

He Qi sneered from the bottom of his heart. The title of this poem was taken from Zhang Heng's "Poems of Four Sorrows" in the Eastern Han Dynasty, "The beautiful woman gave me a beautiful section, how can I repay it for the Qingyu case".

Actually use Qingyu case as the name of the poem to write obscene poems?

The dexterous singing girl at the side heard that it was the name of the lyrics of Qingyu Case, and she was already brewing the popular song in her heart.

"Dongfeng puts flowers and trees at night, and blows down, and the stars are like rain. BMW carved cars are fragrant all over the road. The phoenix flute sounds, the jade pot turns light, and the fish and dragon dance overnight."

Halfway through the reading, someone said: "Bring a pen and paper, and I will copy it down."

Many scholars have already written records.

As for He Qi's complexion, the more he thought about it, the worse it became.

Everyone has seen the scenery of Yuan Xi night, and this sentence is full of words.

A bystander asked: "Is 'Eastern wind puts flowers and thousands of trees at night' into "Suddenly like a spring breeze overnight, thousands of trees and pear blossoms bloom"?"

The person asked a question, but no one paid attention.

Some people also said: "Just now I said that the scenery of Yuanxi was written, but no one came from Su Weiwei's song 'Fire Trees and Silver Flowers Close, Star Bridge and Iron Lock Open', and the upper gate of the Qingyu case seems to be no less inferior."

Another person said: "The first half of the Que is well written, but the tone is too high. If the second half of the Que doesn't have a good sentence, I'm afraid it will be anticlimactic."

"Let's listen..."

Undoubtedly, the first half alone has stunned everyone present.

Everyone looked at He Qi's complexion very badly. Han Zhongyan looked at He Qi and then at Zhang Yue. He knew that someone had lifted a rock and hit him in the foot.

Han Zhongyan walked up to He Qi and said, "I'll read the second half..."

Everyone listened to their hearts and said, the second half of the sentence is about people.

Han Zhongyan paused slightly after reading this: "...the man is there, in a dimly lit place. Pucheng Zhangsan."

As the last sentence fell, several people could not help but sigh deeply.In the first half of the que, there were still some people commenting on it, but in the second half of the que, no one said a word.

Zhang Yue walked to the side of the maid and asked, "Have you written it down?"

The maid tried her best to say: "I read it too fast, I can't remember everything."

Zhang Yue said: "You wait."

When Zhang Yue turned around, he met everyone's eyes and saw something different for a moment.

Zhang Yue walked up to He Qi and said, "Thank you, Brother He, can you return it to me?"

He Qi's expression froze, and he racked his brains to ask, "Who is that person in the dimly lit place?"

Zhang Yue didn't answer and just took it.

Han Zhongyan patted He Qi's shoulder and said: "If I were Brother He, I would take a look at it first, and then change it into my own name and use it for my own use. In the future, I can use it for a lifetime just by relying on this Qingyu case."

He Qi looked ugly.Who knew, I thought it was full of obscene words, but it turned out to be such wonderful words.

He Qiqiang smiled and said, "Yes."

Huang Lu said to Fan Zuyu: "This means that you don't beat stupid people, you don't beat smart people, and you don't beat people who don't have eyes. What do you think, Brother Fan?"

Fan Zuyu said: "We have been classmates with Duzhi in recent years, how have you ever seen him write such words?"

Huang Lu said, "What does Brother Fan mean?"

Fan Zuyu focused for a while, and Fang said: "This is a deep secret."

The maid Xiang Zhang Yue owes her words and leaves behind her.

Seeing this scene, everyone thought, Zhang Yue really didn't mean to use this word to make a name for himself.

Doesn't he know how far this term has gone?

Looking back suddenly, that person is still there, who is that person in the dimly lit place?

A scholar at the side had finished copying and said, "I'm going to use it now. I don't know what are the three names of Pucheng Chapter?"

"Zhang Yue, Zhang Duzhi." A classmate of Zhang Yue added.

Words passed on like this.

Finally, someone said: "The artistic conception of this poem is all in the second half of the poem."

However, a few students who were familiar with Zhang Yue's poems said: "Sanlang's poems, we have also seen them, and they are no more than mediocre talents in the Imperial Academy, but this one is too high, and it fluctuates from high to low. It’s really hard to see through.”

Zhang Yue's words were presented to the third floor.

It has been discussed for a long time at this time.

A young man asked an old man for advice: "Mr. Mei, I have been full of Yuanxi poems all night. It is inevitable that Yuanxi poems will feel repetitive and old. No matter how much I write, I am afraid it will be unnecessary."

The Mei Gong said with a smile: "After Lao Du's "Jiangnan Meets Li Guinian", I thought that there would be no more poems in the world after that. Who would have thought that there will be talented people coming out from generation to generation."

"look."

There was a thick stack of Yuanxi poems on the table, and Mei Gong said: "Although these Yuanxi poems are already excellent, if they can break through the old and bring forth new ones, it is not without them, but I am afraid that you and I will not see them."

Everyone here is a veteran of the poetry world, but they all have deep feelings.

One person said: "Predecessors' articles and poems are boundless. Although I dare not read them all, I am afraid that I have almost read the best works. Those who don't know who will come will catch up with the predecessors' ankles."

"For example, Li Taibai, Du Gongbu and others, I am afraid that there will not be one in the next 1000 years."

The one on the third floor who was called Mr. Mei was Mei Yaochen, and Wu Anshi and Wu Anchi brothers were also present. They were just listening in, and they were not qualified to say a word on such an occasion.

Mei Yaochen said: "It's almost there. It's hard to choose the last one. If you pick and choose, you can choose one of these three. But it can't be separated from the regret of making up the number."

"It's not easy right now. It's fine to wait a little longer, but it's going to be Zishi soon, and I'm afraid it will be a pity after Yuanxi."

"That's right. I don't think there are any masterpieces below. Please judge me, Mr. Mei!"

Everyone looked at Mei Yaochen and asked him to make the final judgment.

Mei Yaochen read these three poems and was meditating, when someone rushed up and said: "Mr. Mei, there is a good word, a good word!"

"Perhaps a talented person intentionally made it a finale?"

"You might as well listen to it."

"Read it!"

One person recited it on the spot, and everyone listened for a while, unable to speak for a while.

Finally, Mei Yaochen said: "Although this one is good, it is not as good as these three. Besides, Wang Kui has already written one. You might as well give other talents a chance."

Others laughed and said, "Mr. Mei is right. I also think that although this poem is good, it is more repetitive than his previous one. How can anyone compose two Yuanxi poems in one night?"

"Hehe, but if he can learn what Gong Mei said, he will be very successful in the future."

"Mr. Mei, here's another song."

Mei Yaochen glanced at it and said, "It's even worse."

"Mr. Mei, there is a jade case here."

Mei Yaochen said, "Read it for me."

The other party is also an old poet in the poetry world, reading from the scroll: "Dongfeng night puts flowers and thousands of trees... Good words, who wrote this? It blows down, the stars are like rain... good, good, good! Look, Mr. Mei..."

Mei Yaochen had already turned around, and the others also listened, this sentence sounded so majestic.

"BMW carved cars are fragrant all over the road. The sound of the phoenix flute, the light of the jade pot, and the dance of fish and dragons all night. This first half is really good! Mr. Mei!" The old man lost his composure a little excitedly.

Mei Yaochen said: "It's a bit too lively."

Wu Anchi said to Wu Anshi: "Mr. Mei has a few lines of praise in other poems, but why does this poem say so?"

Wu Anshi said: "Mr. Mei's vision is extremely high, maybe there are picky remarks in front of his eyes. I don't know who made it?"

Wu Anchi said: "The first half of Que Su Taste Resurrected is nothing more than that."

"There's still the second half."

"Moth snow willow golden strands. Laughter is full of fragrance... This is about a woman... The crowd looks for him thousands of times. Suddenly looking back...Suddenly looking back, the man is there, in a place where the lights are dim."

In the second half, when Que came out, everyone was dumbfounded.

The first half is about the busy and prosperous Yuan Xi, and the second half is about a woman who has been searching for so long among many women, but finally meets her in a place with few lights.

At this point, no one knows how to comment.

One person asked: "Mr. Mei, from the public's point of view, who is that person referring to?"

Mei Yaochen pondered and said: "I can't say, but I think this beauty refers to the city of Bianjing. The upper half of the que is bustling like a brocade, and the lower half of the que looks like a woman who writes and looks at the lamp. In fact, the image is pushed away, it seems A woman who has shed her heavy makeup is only true in the ordinary way."

Everyone listened to Mei Yaochen's words, they were all in admiration and said: "Mr. Mei has a high opinion!"

Another person said: "I don't think it is necessarily Bianjing. As the saying goes, complex meaning is the most important thing. Qu Yuan used a beauty to describe the king. The person in this poem may not refer to His Majesty, or even the world."

"Of course."

Another person said: "Perhaps this or that person is really the person I like?"

Others laughed and said: "How can such a lofty image be used to express the love between men and women? It's really trivial."

He smiled and said: "I don't care what I say, I'm afraid I have to ask the author of the Qingyu case, I'm afraid I will find out."

One person asked: "Yeah, after talking about it for so long, I still haven't said who did it?"

One person read the poem and signed it: "It's Zhang Duzhi of Pucheng."

Wu Anshi, who was listening to the excitement at the side, Wu Anchi's expression changed instantly when he heard the name.

(End of this chapter)