Country color

Chapter 55
After the end of the song, the bead curtain swayed, Qu Yanran hugged the pipa, quietly left, and turned to the back of the stage.

Qu Yanran turned her eyes, only to see those singers behind the scenes, almost all looked at her with expressions of admiration.

Qu Yanran had already received this kind of gaze, and now she smiled to thank her.

"My dear daughter."

Hearing this voice, Qu Yanran turned around and said, "Yunniang."

Yun Niang stepped forward and took Qu Yanran's hand, saying: "Today's song is enough to circle the beam for three days without end."

Qu Yanran lowered her head and said, "Yunniang is too famous."

Yun Niang said happily for her from the bottom of her heart: "You haven't seen it, just now when you played the song, the obsessive look of the young master outside, this person has not seen it yet, it is enough to move Jinghua, No one in this world knows you, everyone!"

Qu Yanran had heard a lot about such praise, and when she was about to smile, she suddenly seemed to think of something, and asked, "Yunniang, you said those young masters, who are here today?"

Yunniang was surprised, and asked back: "My good daughter, don't you usually care about these things?"

Qu Yanran smiled and said, "Yunniang, but today I want to know."

Yun Niang smiled slightly, and said: "There must be a reason. Could it be that my good daughter wants to leave the court because of which son she has her eyes on? Tell the truth quickly, and I will do it for you."

Qu Yanran looked helpless with Yunniang, and could only say: "Today when I played Biangong, the strings suddenly turned high-pitched, never before."

Yun Niang laughed and said, "What's so strange about this, what does it have to do with which young master?"

Qu Yanran shook her head, and said: "The ancients said that when the palace is changed, the strings are sudden and high-pitched, there must be heroes listening."

Yun Niang suddenly said, "That's how it is."

Now Qu Yanran looked at Yunniang steadfastly, and Yunniang couldn't make fun of him anymore, so she whispered in Qu Yanran's ear carefully.

Qu Yanran nodded, but bowed her head in silence.

Yun Niang said: "That's how it is. I heard that the Dalang Lord in the Duke's mansion of the Tang Dynasty has the appearance of a dragon and a tiger. The fortune teller said that he will be very expensive in the future. I think the hero should be this person."

"By the way, there is also the Duke of Pushan County, who was also praised by the Duke of Yue in the past. He will definitely be able to stabilize the country in the future."

Hearing Yunniang's words, Qu Yanran hesitated to speak.

Yun Niang smiled and said: "My dear daughter, why are you worrying about these things? After a while, those sons and daughters will write poems to congratulate you. You can see which hero you are. Maybe it will be a good marriage."

Qu Yanran smiled when she heard this, and said: "Don't make fun of Yunniang, heroes also start from the humble beginnings, and if they don't understand writing, how can they all be regarded as poetic talents."

As soon as this remark came out, if Li Chongjiu was around, he would definitely praise Qu Yanran's opinion.

In the wing room on the second floor, when Qi Wang Yang Hao recovered from Qu Yanran's miraculous music, he said to Li Chongjiu beside him, "Chongjiu, tell me, the lonely king values ​​it." How about this woman?"

The maidservant at the side had already been screened out. Seeing King Qi's inquiry, Li Chongjiu thought for a while and said, "Jackdaws don't associate with phoenixes. To be able to win the woman His Royal Highness Qi likes is naturally a dragon and phoenix."

Yang Hao nodded and said: "If it wasn't because of her status, I would have married this woman as Princess Qi. She will show off her poetic talent in a short while after Chongjiu. You must make me a blockbuster. If I win the heart of a beauty , I will definitely reward you heavily."

Li Chongjiu nodded and said: "I don't ask for a big reward, I just want to serve His Royal Highness Qi."

"Good! Good! Good!" Yang Hao laughed loudly, and then asked, "Have you thought about the poem?"

Li Chongjiu nodded immediately.

At this time, there was a light knock on the door, and as soon as the door of the wing room opened, Yunniang came gracefully and said with a smile: "Mr. Yang!"

Yang Hao also came forward to greet him very graciously. As the king of Qi, there are very few people in the world who can enjoy such treatment, and he loves Yunniang very much.

Seeing Yang Hao talking to Yun Niang, Li Chongjiu stepped aside as a follower.

Yunniang talked and laughed with Yang Hao, and then ordered the little maid outside the gate to bring a pen, ink and paper, and said: "I will let the servants see Mr. Yang's talent soon, so that people will praise the Eastern Capital."

"It's easy to say, easy to say." Yang Hao looked like he wanted to be humble, but he couldn't.

After speaking, Yunniang smiled slightly, and Shi Shi ran away.

Seeing that a maid was about to grind ink for himself, Yang Hao immediately asked all the irrelevant people in the room to go out, turned to look at Li Chongjiu with a somewhat anxious expression, and said: "Chongjiu, I will leave everything to you."

Li Chongjiu said with a smile: "King Qi please don't worry, I'm not good at writing, please trouble King Qi to write."

"Of course," Qi Wang Yang Hao said immediately, "What if the handwriting is different, what should I do?"

At this moment, four old gentlemen stepped out of the garden and took their seats together.Although Yang Hao didn't know him, someone would come out and introduce them later. These four people were judges, two of them were official officials, one was in the Imperial College, and the other was a great Confucianist in the literary world.

Another person chatted with Yun Niang on the side, and did not review the papers. This person Yang Hao had heard of it, and he told Li Chongjiu that this person was the secretary Lang Yu Shinan.

Naturally, Li Chongjiu had heard of Yu Shinan's name, so he couldn't help but take a few more glances at the moment.I saw that this person's temples were a little gray, but his spirit was not bad.

Right now, there are already a few pieces of paper with written poems in the hands of the four reviewers.

When the four of them read the poem, they nodded from time to time, or frowned, sometimes pointed with their fingers, and even picked up a piece of paper to chant a few lines.

After a poem was circulated by the four people, each of them swiped their pens down on it and wrote down their own opinions.

After correcting five or six poems, a piece of paper was passed by a young girl. The first old man who read the book took a look. After the poem on the paper, his eyes lit up immediately, and he shook his head and chanted a few words in a low voice. sentence.

Afterwards, the old man looked at it carefully, and then passed it on to someone beside him.

The people on the side were convinced by the eyes of others, only looked at it for a few times, couldn't help but kept nodding, and then passed it on to the people on the side for reading, and when it reached the last person, the old man finished reading it, squeezed his beard and said with a smile: "Look If you come to this poem, you will be the leader."

Hearing the old man's comment, there was a buzzing sound above the box.It seems to be discussing whose masterpiece this poem is.

At this time, another piece of paper came, and the old man who received it first, said after finishing it: "It's too early to say, I'll talk about it after I read it."

The old man beside this person said with a smile: "Is that so, the old man wants to take a look."

After a while, the old man was also speechless, passing it on to the next person was clearly irreproachable.

The four of them circulated it again, all with expressions of admiration, and when it was in the hands of the last old man, the other party pinched his beard again after seeing it, and said: "It's really difficult, I thought the first one, but To win the first place, after watching this song, I feel like I am indistinguishable from each other."

The four whispered to each other and discussed with each other.

One of them, an old man, held a piece of paper in his hand and said, "Among these poems, these two are the best. They are really good. What do you think?"

Several people nodded.

One of the old men counted the papers in it, and then suddenly said: "Hey, why is there one article missing?"

The rest of the people saw that all other poems were in it, but one was missing. The old man who likes to pinch his beard said with a smile: "It's a bit difficult to meet the other party, well, it's the same when we meet again next time."

Although he said so on the surface, everyone thought in their hearts that this person really couldn't come up with poems, and this was an excuse to give the other party face.

It is time for everyone to make a decision.

Suddenly a beautiful servant girl came quickly with a piece of paper in her hand, first came to Yunniang and said a few words.

Yunniang was taken aback when she received the note, and when she saw the old men were about to discuss the best of the two poems, Yunniang couldn't help shaking her head, thinking that the delivery was too slow.

And in the box above, there were a few chuckles from others, the poem was written in one go, so there was no such deliberation.

After opening the paper, Yun Niang glanced at the poem, frowned first, and then read it carefully.

I saw that Yunniang's face was full of doubts at first, but then her red lips parted slightly, and she read it word by word.After Yunniang finished reading, her eyes were complicated and seemed indescribable.

At the moment, Yunniang didn't speak, and quickly stepped between several old men.

The old man pinching the beard was loud and said: "Look at this work, the front is laid out, and the back is insignificant. Like this work, the whole story is laid out grandly, and the strange peaks protrude."

"Mr. Ouyang." Yunniang said with certainty in her voice.

"Huh?" The beard-pinching old man turned his head, glanced at the note in Yunniang's hand, and said, "There is one more."

Yun Niang nodded.

The beard-pinching old man shook his head, and without disturbing the discussion of the other three old men, he picked up the paper and looked at it quite casually.

Only then did he look at the opening, the old man couldn't help but sneered, shook his head, and said: "This word is quite ugly, you can imagine it, you can imagine it."

Immediately the old man put the note aside, and when he was about to speak, he suddenly remembered something, picked up the note suspiciously, and read it again word by word.

After reading it for a long time, the old man had a serious expression on his face and didn't say a word.

At this moment, in the box on the second floor, Qi Wang Yang Hao nudged Li Chongjiu with his elbow, and said anxiously: "Chongjiu, what do you think of this poem? What do you think of them?"

"Will we send it too late? Others have already commented on the result."

Li Chongjiu glanced at Yang Hao, and said with a smile: "His Royal Highness, you can rest assured."

(End of this chapter)