my steam dam

Chapter 46 Is Your Name Wu Chengen?
Nearly [-] guests at the scene were looking left and right, trying to find this talented Wu from the crowd.

Especially the local talents in Suzhou.

If Gu Nianqing can take a fancy to it, then the poetic talent must be extremely high!

But they didn't know a Suzhou talent named Wu Chengen at all!
It means that this is a foreigner!
When did the literati get together and the Suzhou Mansion, which is rich in talents, was actually compared to outsiders?

The most important thing is that he took away the chance to meet Miss Gu Fangze! !

Can't stand it!
All the guests looked around, wanting to see who this talented Wu was and what he looked like.

Seeing the expressions of these people fighting against each other, the corner of Penke's mouth twitched.

This seems to be getting a lot of attention.

But that's all there is to it.

He smiled and stood up from his seat.

"I am not talented, it is Wu Chengen, and I asked this girl to lead the way."

All eyes on the scene turned to him.

Without the slightest fear, Peng Ke stared blankly at the little maid.

However, why did he feel that he saw so many complicated emotions in the eyes of this little maid?

How come there is a bit of curiosity, a bit of scrutiny, and a bit of incomprehensible emotions in it, you can open a fan-shaped statistics table!
Something is wrong!
With his hands behind his back, Peng Ke immediately gestured to Ah Hu.

After being sized up by her for three to five seconds, the little maid closed her eyes, nodded and turned around to take him to Meilou.

"Wait a minute!"

However, how could those scholars who were not selected at the scene be so easy to get along with?

"Brother, I don't know your poems, can you share them with everyone?"

"I don't have any doubts about Miss Gu's vision, but since your poems, brother, are better than our vulgar works, it must be a masterpiece, and I should let us admire it. Such a masterpiece, I cherish it Isn't it a pity!"

That Mr. Su, who was confident that his poems would definitely become the leader today, stood up in shock, all the table cases in front of him were overthrown by him, and his heart was in turmoil.

He really thought that he had already surpassed the odds of winning, so how could he suddenly come up with a poem written by someone who had never heard of it before and who had no talent or reputation compared to him?

Peng Ke, who was about to leave with the little maid, turned his back to him and shook his head helplessly.

No way, Sir!

The pretentious and slapping routines that I have seen in previous online articles, are they really going to happen?
At this time, Peng Ke didn't feel any pleasure in his heart, but felt a deep sense of embarrassment.

As a modern person, he has been influenced by Internet literature for a long time, and he really can't bear this kind of thing.

So, Peng Ke quickly signaled the little maid with his eyes, go straight, don't look back!
However, the little maid didn't pay attention to what Peng Ke meant, instead she turned back with interest, walked to the center of the peony garden, and shook the rice paper in her hand.

"This is the poem Wu Caizi just wrote."

"Miss thinks this poem is better than any talented person here, and it is well-deserved as the first poem of the day!"

"Since Mr. Su has doubts, I will read aloud for you in front of everyone."

The little maid unfolded the rice paper in her hand, held it up high in front of her eyes, and read the poem with a articulate and loud voice in front of everyone.

"Ode to Coal"

"Cutting out the chaos to get the black gold, the deepest storage of yang and meaning."

"The fire burns back to the spring, and the furnace shines through the night."

"Ding Yiyuan depends on the power of generation, but Tieshi still has the heart after death."

"I hope that the common people are full and warm, and they will work hard to get out of the mountains and forests."

As the little girl recited, the voices of doubts and puzzles that were originally chaotic at the scene became smaller and smaller. When she finished reading, all the guests fell silent, and everyone had strange expressions.

It's like being constipated.

After this weird atmosphere lasted for a few seconds, a young Gongyang Confucian student slammed the table and gave a big round of applause!

"The language of this poem is simple and clear, plain and unadorned, but the images are clear and the sustenance is far-reaching!"

"Every sentence is about coal, but every sentence is not just about coal!"

"Well written!"

His startled shout immediately broke the silence at the scene.

Regardless of whether it is sincere or not, everyone echoes and praises.

"Of course!"

"Using "Ugin" as a metaphor for coal, and writing "chaos" and "Ugin" in pairs, not only points out the source of coal, but also shows that coal is not easy to come by."

"Extremely, extremely, this second sentence directly made my hairs explode, one is "haohao" and the other is "shenchen", not to mention the emotions contained in it, just looking at the lines, one has the arrogance of millions of soldiers hidden in one's chest! "

"It looks like chanting coal, but in fact it's not just a simple chanting of things. This is Mingzhi!"

"I hope that the common people are well-fed and warm, and they will work hard to get out of the mountains and forests. The tail couplet is absolutely amazing!"

"Throughly personify coal and endow it with the spirit of "dedicate yourself to death"!"

"Wu Xiongtai's thoughts of worrying about the common people, caring for the community, forgetting selfishness in public affairs, and having no complaints or regrets, can be fully expressed through this short poem!"

"It is not only writing about the great contribution of the coal-combustion steam engine to benefit the common people in the world, but also writing about Brother Wu's devotion to burning up the waste heat for this steam engine that is rushing forward for my Daming, just like the coal!"

"Good poetry! This is a good example of using things to describe people!"

The princes and scholars present, even if they are dudes, and those knight-errants, as long as they can come to this oiran banquet where they make friends through literature, they must all be talented in literature.

They can naturally read the great energy contained in the simple words of this poem!
This is a poem that closely adheres to the characteristics of coal, but every sentence entrusts the poet's noble sentiments of caring about the suffering of the people and at the same time willing to dedicate himself to it!
In terms of conception and emotions, this poem won the first place today, and they have nothing to say!
Even the very dissatisfied Mr. Su, after listening to the little maid's recitation, sighed with a complicated expression, and sat back.

"Brother Wu is talented, I'm not as good as you!"

It was he who lost, and if he continued to pester him and play a rogue, he would have no grace at all.

"Brother Wu, please go to the Meilou and meet Miss Gu for a while."

Peng Ke nodded with a smile on his lips, bowed his fists to all the guests present, accepted their compliments, and then followed the little maidservant to leave the peony garden.

After Ahu and Mo Xu, who were sitting in the crowd, looked at each other, they also quietly left the banquet.

It just so happened that at this time, many young masters and scholars who saw that they had no hope of meeting Gu Nianqing were also full of wine and food, and they got up to say goodbye and left the banquet. Their departure was not too abrupt.

"Go, keep up!"

With a little luck, they jumped onto the roof, hung from the many buildings in Mengxian Pavilion, hung behind Peng Ke, and followed him to Meilou.

On the ground, the little girl who had been leading the way moved her dexterous ears, and unknowingly raised the corners of her mouth and gave a chuckle.

"Master Wu, please follow me."

(End of this chapter)