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Chapter 56
"Three, please be quiet and make a decision after reading this poem."

The argument among the three elders stopped at the same time, and one of them said with a smile: "Alright then, let me take a look."

After all, the old man took the paper, this person is a great scholar in the literary world, the other person took the paper, looked at it, and said with a smile: "This poem is appropriate to the time, and it is titled Pipa Xing."

"Pipa line!"

Hearing these three words, Qu Yanran, who had been listening behind the bead curtain, felt her heart move and glanced at the pipa in her hand.

Immediately above the wing room, a young man's voice said: "It is said to be a pipa, but it is said to be a poem about the pipa played by everyone in Tonight Qu."

"It should be." Someone on the side echoed.

But at this time the young man said: "This is really difficult. Tonight's poems are all lyrical and narrating. Speaking of this grand event, no one can describe the music of everyone's pipa. Rare, rare."

At this time, the person who just echoed said: "The music of Master Qu is fairy music, how can it be expressed in words, if it can't be done, painting a tiger is not an anti-dog."

Speaking of this, many people in the wing room laughed.

Hearing these words, Yang Hao was furious, and anyone could tell that the young man seemed to be praising his own work at first glance, but in fact he was cooperating with others to sarcasm.

Yang Hao said harshly to Li Chongjiu: "I need this person today, and I can't leave this door in my life."

Li Chongjiu said with a smile: "His Royal Highness, please be safe and don't be impatient."

Although Li Chongjiu said so, Yang Hao still looked angry.

"Okay, just read it directly, there is no need to be fooled," several people in the wing room said, "Let me wait to see the masterpiece."

As soon as he finished speaking, he burst out laughing again.

"Okay, okay. This poem is very long, everyone, please listen to it slowly." The great scholar in the literary world smiled, and immediately began to read it in a rhythmic tone.

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After all the calls came out, he still hugged the pipa and covered his face.

The revolving shaft plucks the strings three or two times, and there is love before it becomes a tune.

Yanxian concealed his voice and thought, as if he could not live up to his life.

The low-eyebrow letter procedure continued, saying everything in my mind.

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The beginning is slow, but the narration is unremarkable. When the old men heard the long-awaited call and came out, still holding the pipa and half covering their faces, they all smiled and nodded.

An old man said in the sidelines: "It's very appropriate, and the words are wonderful."

And Yu Shinan, who was sitting and resting beside him, opened his eyes involuntarily at this moment.

When it came to the last two sentences, an old man said: "The artistic conception in the words is beautiful, but it seems that the music is a bosom friend!"

The people in the wing room were also completely silent, they obviously wanted to find fault, but they couldn't find fault.

"Let's just listen to the following." One person said so.

But at this time, this great Confucianist in the literary world showed a serious face, and he took a breath of air and recited with emotion.

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The big strings are like a rain, and the small strings are cut like a whisper.

Cut the wrong bullets, and the big beads are falling into the jade plate.

Between Guan Yingyu, the bottom of the flower is slippery, and it is difficult to swim under the ice.

Bingquan's cold string is condensed, and the condensing is silent for a while.

Don't have the sadness and hatred, silence is better than sound.

The silver bottle burst into water, and the iron cavalry protruded and shot.

At the end of the song, take care to draw, the sound of the four strings is like cracking silk.

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Not to mention the people upstairs, when those little maidservants, divas, and Wu'e could not help but feel trembling when they heard this eloquent speech, everyone wondered why someone could write such lines.

All the girls are born, I really wish I could use this word to describe my feelings.

When she heard that silence was better than sound, Qu Yanran's heart trembled suddenly, and complex and unspeakable expressions appeared in her eyes.

The four old men who were judges on the side either slapped the table, shook their heads, or couldn't restrain their expressions.

At this time, even Yu Shinan stood upright, and murmured to himself: "This poem is so smooth and flowing, I haven't seen it for several years. It's even more difficult to say that this poem is catchy, easy to understand, and doesn't use gorgeous words. Even the singing girl and maidservant can understand it."

While speaking, it was at the end, the old man seemed to be integrated into the artistic conception of the poem, unable to extricate himself, he spoke slowly.

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Qu Pai once taught good talents to dress, makeup is always jealous of Qiuniang.

Wuling was young and struggling with his head, and there was an unknown number of red ribbons.

The silver grate on the head is broken, and the blood-colored Luo skirt is turned over and the wine is dirty.

Laugh again this year and next year, the autumn moon and spring breeze wait for leisure.

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The words in the poem are resounding.

Seeing that Qu Yanran's eyes were hazy, Yunniang could not help but sigh for her.

Yunniang walked up to Qu Yanran and said: "My dear daughter, with this poem written for you, you will become famous all over the world, but for some reason, I am not happy for you at all."

Qu Yanran lowered her head, she made a little facelift, and when she raised her head, she regained her calm expression.

She asked very seriously, "Yunniang, who wrote this poem?"

Hearing Qu Yanran's question, Yunniang showed doubts, confusion, and inability to speak. She seemed to be thinking for a while before saying a name in Qu Yanran's ear.

At this moment, Qu Yanran's eyes turned, and she asked quite unexpectedly, "It's him?"

In the field, after the old man finished reading the poem, he covered his scroll and sighed, looking around, wanting to see the expressions of everyone.At present, some people in the garden may be reading silently, and some people are eager to copy this poem down, but it is very quiet.

At this time, Yu Shinan took a few steps forward and walked to the side of the old man.

When the old man saw Yu Shinan, he immediately bowed and said, "Brother Yu, what do you think of this poem? Can you be the leader?"

Yu Shinan nodded and said, "It's well deserved."

This statement was enough to draw a conclusion, and the last bit of doubt in everyone's hearts disappeared. Since Yu Shinan, the current generation, has opened his mouth, there is no doubt.

Right now, there is only one last question left in everyone's mind, who wrote this poem that dominates the leader, can be alone with Master Qu tonight, and can win the hearts of beauties?
Everyone in the wing room is full of jealousy, but at this moment they have to admire this person's poetic talent.

As the poem says, Wuling was young and scrambled for head-tie, and there were countless red silks.

In the end, this person won the prize with his poetic talent and won the heart of a beautiful woman.

Standing with his hands behind his back, Yu Shinan immediately took the paper and read it carefully, and when he saw the signature, he couldn't help but let out a groan.

In the side room, someone couldn't bear it anymore and asked, "May I ask which genius' masterpiece it is?"

The man standing in Yu Shinan said, "Brother Yu, please declare this poem champion."

Yu Shinan nodded and said: "Please forgive me for being lonely and ignorant, who is this talented man named Yang Wanli, and why haven't I heard of it before?"

When asked, everyone shook their heads.

Yu Shinan sighed with emotion: "I'm also stupid. It's the hero who doesn't ask where he comes from. The younger generations are fearful, and the younger generations are fearful. Such a great talent in this world, I would like to pay a visit to him once or twice."

"Exactly, exactly."

Several elders couldn't help but nodded together.

Gao Yu Shinan said so, while Yun Niang, who just came out from behind the stage, showed a somewhat inexplicable expression on her face.

In the wing room on the second floor at the moment.

Yang Hao looked very high-spirited. He was arranging his clothes in order to make a blockbuster when they met.

"Chongjiu, what do you think of me?" Yang Hao said seriously.

Li Chongjiu looked at Yang Hao, and immediately said: "His Royal Highness, if you walk like a dragon and a tiger, you will surely win the hearts of beauties."

Although Li Chongjiu is flattering, it is not nonsense. Although this Yang Wei is usually a dandy, he is a nobleman of the heavenly family after all. He usually lives and raises his body.

Hearing Li Chongjiu's words, Yang Hao couldn't help but raised his head and laughed, stepped forward and patted Li Chongjiu's shoulder lightly, and said: "Very good, very good, you have made a great contribution tonight, and you will be rewarded if you are alone, but... "

Before Yang Hao could speak, Li Chongjiu spoke first: "Please rest assured, Your Highness, I will never reveal a word about what happened tonight."

"Very good, very good." Hearing Li Chongjiu's assurance, Yang Wei smiled very satisfied, and immediately went downstairs in a "dragon walk and tiger step".

Seeing Yang Hao leaving, Li Chongjiu smiled slightly, and immediately left the wing.

At this time, I heard Yang Hao laughing loudly from downstairs.

"Yang Wanli later, I met a few gentlemen. It was really a fluke tonight, a fluke. As for monopolizing the leader, I am even more ashamed..."

Li Chongjiu heard Yang Hao's pretending to be modest, which was a bit funny, so he immediately went downstairs.

A few maidservants at the side came towards Li Chongjiu, and whispered: "So this is Mr. Yang. I usually just think that he is a poor scholar, but I didn't expect him to be so good at poetry."

"Xiaoyue, I told you, you can't judge people by their appearances, let alone poor literati, how can they enter the gate of the famous flower under the moon."

"Sister, you're right. I think tonight, Mr. Yang is going to be famous all over the world."

"That's right, a talented man and a beautiful woman are worthy of the title of Mr. Yang. You see, we are still here today... Oh, don't talk about it."

Having said that, a few maidservants passed by Li Chongjiu, seeing him dressed up, they thought he was just a follower, they didn't even offer a gift, they just rushed upstairs to see Mr. Yang's demeanor.

When Li Chongjiu went downstairs, all the maidservants ran to the front to witness the demeanor of Mr. Yang, the author of the masterpiece of pipa.

Li Chongjiu even asked someone where there is a place to eat and drink, but there was no one there. Just at this moment, someone suddenly shouted behind Li Chongjiu: "My idea is that His Royal Highness Qi wrote such a poem. It turns out that it is Brother Chongjiu." Catch the knife in the back."

Such a low drink, if it were someone else, they would be scared out of their wits.

Seeing that there was no one around, Li Chongjiu turned around, looked at the young man in front of him wearing a scarf and holding a feather fan, and said with a wry smile, "Brother Fazhu, are you trying to harm me?"

The other party smiled spontaneously, it was Li Mi, an old acquaintance.

(End of this chapter)