I, who disguised myself as a woman, turned out to be a queen! ?

Chapter 28 Early Winter Poetry Meeting ([-])

Finally, some of these people couldn't bear it any longer, and tentatively walked towards Su Changan and the others.

Seeing that Old Master Yao and the others were only focused on the two pieces of paper written by Miss Chang'an just now, they didn't respond to their coming.

The others naturally got up in a hurry and came over.

Even those people who were still thinking about it were aware of this scene at the moment. After hearing the explanation from the people around them, these people also stood up and moved over.

One to two to go.
The seven or eight people who came to participate in the poetry meeting gathered around the table where Su Changan was, and stretched their necks one by one. After looking at the piece of paper that Su Changan had not written for a long time, they worked hard Look at the two pieces of paper held in the hands of Old Master Yao and Xun Siye.

The people behind tried their best to look at it, but those standing in front could see the somewhat ugly font on the crumpled paper.

In Xun Siye's hand is
'When drunk, I don't know the sky is in the water, and the boat is full of clear dreams pressing the galaxy. '

In Old Master Yao's hand is.
'After I wake up, I don't know that there is a bright moon, and the shadows of flowers all over my body are supported by Qianren. '

But all the men and women who saw these two lines of poems, their eyes full of curiosity at the moment will show sudden surprise and astonishment, and their eyes are like torches, just above these two lines of poems.

The students at the back of the crowd couldn't see these two lines of poems, but they noticed the expressions on these people's faces, and they were even more curious, trying to find out what was written. No matter how many people read it, they became like this !
"The sentence in Xun Siye's hand"

Some students who saw it finally couldn't bear it.

But just now, Old Master Yao said: "Shut up, don't disturb."

Hearing this, the student immediately glanced at Su Chang'an who was still thinking with a pen, and immediately bowed to Old Master Yao, and then slightly bowed to Su Chang'an as a gesture of apology.

"Xun Kuang, pass on the quatrains in your hand to the students." Old Master Yao glanced at the men and women who surrounded him and said in a low voice.

Xun Kuang froze for a moment, nodded, then looked at the poem in his hand, and handed it to the woman beside him.

"Don't make any noise." Old Master Yao urged again.

Everyone bowed in response.

Old Master Yao lowered his head to look at Su Changan who was thinking while holding a pen.

He had read Su Changan's three poems about plum blossoms, and he was deeply moved.

So today I am looking forward to what kind of poems Su Changan can make.

Especially after the question and answer just now, I was looking forward to it.

And now I read those two lines
Although it is half a sentence, I can't tell what kind of poems I want to write.

But even just these two sentences.
But it is enough to see how talented her daughter is!

Two poems, two different poems, but they are both read quatrains, with rich artistic conception and natural and unrestrained.

As far as he is concerned, he prefers that the boat is full of clear dreams, and the galaxy is more beautiful. The beauty of the artistic conception is like a dream, sober and beautiful, which is really extremely yearning.

But rather.
These two quatrain poems were written and thrown aside, obviously not needed.

This naturally made Old Master Yao even more curious.
This Miss Chang'an, what on earth is she going to write!
Xun Kuang stretched out his head at the moment, looking at this Su Chang'an who in his heart was already "this woman is only because of the sky", his eyes were full of anxiety, and he really couldn't wait for what kind of poems Su Changan was going to write.

He even threw away these two sentences with wonderful artistic conception.

Could it be that I want to write the fairy poems like "Yun Xiang Clothes Huarong" again! ?
Xun Kuang didn't know!

But hurry!
Very urgent! !

Among the three gentlemen who hosted this early winter poetry meeting, Mr. Shui Yun, a female master who is famous for her wonderful brushstrokes, seemed the calmest, but she just stood quietly on the side, protecting Su Wan'er with her hands, lest this little The child was injured by the crowd.

But even so, this Mr. Shuiyun still looked at Su Changan carefully, from the thoughtful expression, to the way he held a pen, to how he seemed to be sitting upright, and so on.

read up and down
Mr. Shuiyun smiled slightly, as long as there is a really good-looking woman in the world, no matter what she is doing, she is beautiful.

Although the students around had been told by Old Master Yao to keep silent and not to disturb Su Changan's thinking, but looking at the ugly lines in their hands, some of them still felt subconsciously moved.

But without exception, everyone spoke up, so naturally they shut up immediately.

then
But after reading these two sentences, everyone turned to Su Changan.

I just think about what this Miss Chang'an is going to write!
Such good sentences are lost like this.
Great attention!

He is talking about the current Su Changan.
but
Su Changan felt Xun Kuang and the others coming at the beginning, but now, he is completely lost in thought
I memorized too many poems in my previous life
Su Changan couldn't think of it for a while because he was seriously thinking about a topic.

As for the two sentences just now
one thing to say
But when he saw that the topic was night, Su Changan thought of those two poems.

but was about to write
very good!

I just remember the more famous one.

go write the second song
Even better!
Because I just remember the more famous sentence.

So it can only be lost.

Thinking about it again, Nalan Xingde's "Desolate farewell, the two should be the same, the most invincible resentment is Yue Mingzhong" and Li Taibai's "singing to wine" and so on.
Although I have written a lot of lyrical poems in the night, it is a bit out of date to write them now.

That's why Su Changan thought about it for so long.

? !
Suddenly.
After Su Changan's expression was startled, he secretly said, how could he forget it!
Immediately
Su Chang'an finally put pen to paper!
Finally, seeing that Su Changan was about to start writing, everyone immediately concentrated their attention, only to see the ink marks falling from the tip of the pen in Su Changan's hand.

'A moment of spring night is worth a thousand gold'

Everyone was slightly taken aback. It was a good sentence, but it was somewhat different from the two sentences just now.

'The flowers are fragrant, the moon is cloudy'

Everyone was stunned.

The night in spring is so precious, because the flowers exude an intoxicating fragrance, and the moon also has the beauty of hazy shadows.

"The sound of singing pipes on the building and the platform is soft, and the swing courtyard is dark at night."

At first glance, it seemed ordinary, but it was a flute that had been written and sang, floating over from the height of the building, and the sound was very melodious and soft.There were still people swinging on swings in the yard over there, the night was already very deep, and the courtyard was completely silent.

but.
If it's all connected.

The words are light and the meaning is deep, and the aftertaste is long, everything is silent.

Suddenly, it was a poem that was passed down.

Carefully savoring the whole poem, the most common "a moment of spring night is worth a thousand gold" seems to be better than the previous two sentences with beautiful artistic conception.

quiet~~~
Everyone looked at the poems on Su Changan's table and fell completely silent.

Old Master Yao stared at the poem on the table and murmured softly: "A moment in the spring night is worth a thousand gold. One poem can describe the night scene, and the Tao can fully express the artistic conception."

Feeling so emotional, Old Master Yao raised his eyes and looked around the crowd: "Go back, I will pass it on to you later."

Everyone bowed to each other.

But everyone looked deeply at Su Changan.

Complex eyes.

envy, loss, envy, helplessness.
There are all kinds of eyes.

Just because they know one thing.
The leader must belong to Miss Chang'an.

Old Master Yao bent down to get the paper on the table, Su Changan naturally handed it over in a hurry.

After Old Master Yao took it, he looked at Su Chang'an: "Your grandfather is probably going to drag your father to have a few more drinks tonight."

After finishing speaking, he looked down at the paper in his hand, and walked towards the main seat while reciting softly.

But it's just two steps
Old Master Yao turned his head and frowned at Su Changan: "I have a few copybooks by Wang Xiangzhi, a great calligrapher from the previous dynasty, and they will be sent to you tomorrow. You need to practice more."

Su Changan was a little displeased, but he couldn't be unhappy when faced with such an old gentleman giving something, so he bowed immediately: "Thank you sir for the gift, students must practice hard."

Old Master Yao nodded, turned around and continued walking towards the main seat.

Mr. Shuiyun looked at Su Changan and smiled slightly: "You are fine."

Then, after thinking for a while, he said with a smile: "But calligraphy, I really need to practice more. When I have time in the future, come to my Shuiyunzhai to sit. Although I don't have everyone's copybooks here, I still write my own calligraphy. It can be copied by you, and it will be sent to you together with the copybook Master Yao will give you as a gift."

Su Changan was even more unhappy, but he still respectfully returned the salute.

Mr. Shuiyun returned the salute lightly, then pinched Su Wan'er's cheek, and went back.

Xun Kuang held back his words, but for some reason, when he wanted to say something, he looked at Su Chang'an in a daze and didn't dare to say a word, so he looked at Su Chang'an and said, "Miss Chang'an, this word is really a little bit It’s unsightly, and I also have some copybooks from calligraphers, and I’ll send them to you someday.”

After saying that, after a salute, he turned around and caught up with Old Master Yao to read the poems on the paper.

Su Changan pouted, very unhappy.

Sitting back on the chair, he looked at Su Linhan and Su Wan'er who were giggling beside him: "These people hurt my self-esteem a bit."

Su Linhan's smile became more cheerful, and after a while she calmed down and said: "The handwriting is a bit ugly, elder sister needs to practice more handwriting."

I hurt my feelings!

Su Changan looked at Su Linhan.

Su Wan'er whispered from the side: "The handwriting is not good-looking, but the poems are also very good-looking. I just saw that many people were stupid. So it doesn't matter, as long as the big sister is good-looking."

Hearing Su Wan'er's words, Su Chang'an's fragile self-esteem was instantly satisfied, let's look at Su Wan'er again.

How about this little girl, the more you look at it, the rarer it becomes! !
Although the word is good-looking, Su Changan still feels a little awkward when talking about himself, but it is a good word to praise himself!
But at this time.
Su Zhaoxin ran over with a big plate in his hand.

Seeing this little thing, Su Changan felt helpless.

But Su Zhaoxin put the plates on the table all at once, two plates, one plate of lettuce, and one plate of whole chicken.

They also had it on their table just now, but it was eaten by Su Zhangan.

Su Zhaoxin looked around, looked at Su Chang'an, and said, "Big sister, it's not that I didn't come up to help you drive people away. There was really no other way. I squeezed several times, but I couldn't get in, and almost fell. Thanks to Sister Li's family, I'm fine. But it's okay, if you are a big sister, just such a poem, I looked at everyone as stupid, even Sister Li was silent for a long time. But I looked at her and didn't understand, because she didn't look like a scholar."

As he said that, Su Zhaoxin looked at the chicken and vegetables on the table: "Here, the ones on Sister Li's table, it's delicious to watch you eat chicken drumsticks. I am allergic, so I hesitated for a while, and then the old people came over, but they didn’t bring it. This chicken, you can eat one leg, and my sister will eat the other leg, and then just give me the butt and wings.”

"Second sister doesn't like these greasy foods, so she asked for a plate of bamboo shoots, but let me tell you, this poetry meeting is also organized by digging and searching, and no one will fill up the food when it's all eaten up. I told Sister Li, Sister Li said that she would scold her later."

Hear Su Zhaoxin's words.
Su Linhan shook her head helplessly.

Su Wan'er also stared at Su Zhaoxin, and said nothing more.

Su Chang'an looked at Su Zhaoxin, this little thing sometimes looks like a jerk, but sometimes it is really warm, and if there is a good thing, don't worry about the people around you, and you know how to love people.

But why did he have such a mouth that needs to be punched!

Su Zhaoxin looked at Su Changan, then turned his head to look at Li Xingyue who was looking at him, and looked at Su Changan cautiously: "Big sister, are you still allergic to me? If you are allergic, I'll go back."

Hearing this, Su Changan scolded: "Sit down, don't trouble others when we meet for the first time!"

When Su Zhaoxin heard this, he grinned, and immediately sat down beside Su Changan: "No trouble, Sister Li is very kind to me, she gives me food and drink, and she is willing to listen to my stories about you. But, actually There is one thing I haven’t told you all this time, that is Qian Qianer when I came to the poetry meeting, I was thinking, big sister, your handwriting is so ugly, what should I do when I come to the poetry meeting, there are so many people Look, what should we do if we are ashamed at that time, and we will be ashamed together. But just now, what happened to me? Big sister."

Su Changan picked up Su Zhaoxin: "I'm allergic to you again, you should go over there."

Su Zhaoxin twisted his face: "Don't tell me you're not allergic?"

Su Changan immediately said, "When did you say that?"

Su Zhaoxin was even more worried. He was allergic to allergies! !
Su Linhan finally couldn't help laughing again.

Su Chang'an turned around and didn't say anything, but saw that Su Linhan was still arranging the pen and ink neatly, obviously no longer intending to write anymore.

And this time.
Su Changan's poem had already passed through everyone's hands, and returned to Old Master Yao's hands again.

Old Master Yao looked at the crowd and said loudly: "You have read Su Chang'an's poems, but is there anyone who also wrote poems?"

Although ask.

But old master Yao watched many people arrange their pens, inks, papers and inkstones like Su Linhan, and everyone lowered their heads and sighed inwardly.

Those who can participate in this early winter poetry meeting can be regarded as those who have some talents, regardless of their character.

There should be a series of excellent works, and when there are competitions everywhere, everyone should take the position of the leader.

but.
After all, it was Su Changan who wrote poems too early, which hindered the scene of blooming flowers in previous years.

At a glance.
Nine out of ten people lowered their heads and lowered their eyes. Occasionally, a few people also smiled wryly, putting away the paper they had already written, and really felt that they had no eyes to take it out.

After sighing again, Old Master Yao looked at the young man sitting at the corner table: "Yan Shu, what about you?"

The young man named Yan Shu was dressed in green clothes, which was not luxurious, but he was very clean. Hearing the old master Yao's name, the young man immediately stepped forward, saluted and smiled bitterly: "Teacher, Miss Chang'an dare not make a fool of herself in front of her excellent work." .”

Old Master Yao hesitated to speak, and gently waved his hand to signal him to go back.

Then, Old Master Yao looked at Su Linhan, but seeing that the ink on Su Linhan's desk was neatly organized and completely motionless, he smiled wryly and then looked at Su Changan: "Su Changan."

When Su Changan heard this, he immediately stood up: "The student is here."

Old Master Yao asked: "The two poems before are both excellent lines, why were they left aside?"

Su Changan replied: "Some of them didn't know how to write, so they gave up."

Old Master Yao had some regrets on his face: "In the future, we should perfect it. Excellent works are rare, so we should cherish them."

Su Changan nodded: "Yes."

Old Master Yao glanced at the crowd, then looked at Su Changan and asked, "What's the name of the poem that a moment in spring night is worth a thousand gold?"

Su Changan replied, "Spring Night."

Old Master Yao nodded: "Good. Let me ask you again, it's already winter, why do you write Spring Festival Night?"

Su Chang'an said with a smile: "Actually, I was thinking about writing Winter Night, but after thinking about it, I changed it to Spring Night."

After hearing the words, Old Master Yao took a closer look, and after a helpless smile, he reprimanded: "Nonsense! If someone else comes to be the host, you will definitely not be able to get the leader of this spring night poem! But I will wait for the topic, I didn’t say when to write it. It’s not a violation of the rules. Moreover, if those pedantic people come, you will definitely not be able to get this leader! After you go back, remember to practice your handwriting more, otherwise the leader will How to convince the crowd!"

Su Changan smiled awkwardly: "I would like to follow Mr.'s instruction."

Old Master Yao looked at Su Changan and smiled, then looked at everyone: "Will the poetry meeting end here, but if you don't have any poems to submit, Su Changan will be the leader of this poetry meeting, but before the end, if there are any poems submitted A good work, of course, can compete for the position of leader, students should not give up on this, scholars of our generation should have a great spirit in our hearts, and don’t let others’ literary talents detract from our own demeanor.”

When everyone heard this, they were slightly ashamed, and immediately bowed in unison: "Follow the teacher's instruction."

Old Master Yao nodded: "Tonight is a poetry meeting. Everyone can meet friends through poetry and have fun. You don't need to follow those conventional etiquettes. Learn the etiquette, but don't show it in your heart. Mr. Shuiyun, Xun Siye and I are here Here, if you have some questions, or want to discuss with us on academic matters, you can come here and study, and you should avoid being pedantic! All students, please!"

Everyone, you look at me, I look at you, and bow again: "Sir, please."

Su Changan watched this scene.
You Qi looked at Old Master Yao, and felt that the word "strength of character" seemed to be able to bear the burden of this old Master Yao who hurt his feelings.

But the problem is
Su Changan curled his lips when he saw that the eyes of all the people at the scene were shining again because of Old Master Yao's two paragraphs.

well
It seems that the poem will not end like this.

depressed!

Eat a chicken drumstick to calm down.

But just when Su Changan was about to tear apart the chicken legs.
"Miss Li is here." Yan Ruyu whispered.

Turning his head to look over, he saw Li Xingyue and Su Zhaoxin walking over.

Su Zhaoxin laughed.

When did this little thing go to Li Xingyue's side!

Su Changan was puzzled.

Li Xingyue looked at Su Changan and bowed briefly: "The poems are beautiful."

Su Chang'an put down the chicken leg in return: "Thank you."

but
Now the two of them are only half a step away, smelling the smell of rouge on Li Xingyue's body.
It really is lead powder!

Su Changan was sure about this, but at the same time, seeing Li Xingyue's thick layer of smear, he frowned slightly, this thing is poisonous, why is he still using it like this.

Li Xingyue said directly: "Miss Chang'an, please don't let him come here again."

As he spoke, he glanced at Su Zhaoxin.

Su Chang'an froze for a moment, then glared at Su Zhaoxin, it was obvious that even this kid had offended the prime minister's daughter.

Li Xingyue went on to say: "He didn't do anything wrong, but I'm afraid I can't help hitting him, so I'm in trouble."

Hearing this, Su Chang'an had no choice but to smile bitterly: "I will definitely not let her bother Miss Li again."

Li Xingyue nodded, and was about to turn around to leave, but before taking a step, she looked back at Su Changan and asked, "Is there any way to compose poems of your level without reading?"

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