Queen of Nongmen: Hexagrams determine the universe

Chapter 92

"No talent, it's poetry." Ye Qiongdan raised his eyebrows.

There was a lot of laughter in the garden, and some students even laughed so hard that their stomachs ached.

"What, what? Poems?" Shen Jindou sneered, "What kind of poems? Doggerel? Are you sure you're not talking about cooking?"

"No, I'm sure I meant the word 'poetry'." Ye Qiongdan said loudly.

"Listen! Listen! This is really strange today! A yellow-haired girl who was born in a humble age dares to say that she can compose poetry! This joke is enough for me to laugh for a year!"

"You will stop laughing soon," Ye Qiongdan said lightly, "Who can lend me a set of pen, ink, paper and inkstone?"

Young Master Su leaned in front of her and said in a low voice: "Girl, can you do it? I know you can read, but I'm not someone who can read. Everything I write is poetry. Even though Shen Jindou is an embroiderer The pillow is a bag of grass, but it has also been cultivated in this Jingde Academy for several years, and he can still tell whether someone else's writing is poetry, so don't shoot yourself in the foot with a rock!"

"Don't worry, I know." Ye Qiongdan looked calm.

Shen Jindou saw Young Master Su approaching Ye Qiongdan and said a few words, he laughed and said, "What? You want to tell her the broken poems you wrote? Can you call them poems?"

"Before you laugh at me, take a look at yourself!" Young Master Su replied bluntly.

Shen Jindou was so angry that he said to Ye Qiongdan in a cold voice: "Use my pen, ink, paper and inkstone! As long as you can write poems, I will give you a lot of money for one hundred meals."

"Food is food, poetry is poetry," Ye Qiongdan said unhurriedly, "If you want to see my 'excellence', it will cost you money."

"As long as you can write poems that convince me, I have plenty of money!" Shen Jindou raised his chin, then looked at the middle-aged man standing next to Young Master Su, and gave him a big gift, "Deputy Dean, it's up to you to judge whether what Ms. Ye wrote in a while is considered poetry or not."

"Okay!" The vice president stroked his beard and nodded.

Tang Zhicai looked at Ye Qiongdan worriedly. He knew that she was very good at chess, but he was afraid that she might not be able to compose poetry.

Young Master Su didn't like Ye Qiongdan either, so he sighed helplessly.

"If the poem I write later convinces everyone present, then Mr. Shen will count the money for me at the price of one tael of silver per word." Ye Qiongdan smiled slightly.

"Okay!" Shen Jindou answered crisply, "Vice President, why don't you come up with a question?"

"Tonight is the annual Poetry Fighting Conference of Jingde Academy, and it is held in the garden again, so let's use 'Flower Night' as the theme." The vice-principal of Jingde Academy stroked his beard and said deliberately.

Ye Qiongdan nodded without raising any objections.

Ye Qinghan walked up to Ye Qiongdan, poured some clear water into the inkstone for her, and helped her grind the pine smoke ink.

Ye Qinghan's movements of studying ink are very skillful, obviously he is only wearing common clothes, but for no reason it makes people feel that there is a restrained nobility on his body.

Ye Qiongdan laid out a piece of rice paper and flattened it with a heavy paperweight.

Then, she picked up a pen and dipped it in the fragrant ink, and started writing on the rice paper without thinking.

Sitting aside, Shen Jindou picked up a peach, gnawed on it, and didn't even bother to glance at the paper she was writing.

The expressions of the others were also very relaxed, and they did not believe that Ye Qiongdan could write any poems worthy of the stage.

Tang Zhicai and Su Xiaogong wanted to go forward, but they were afraid that they would be too close and disturb her thoughts.

It was getting late, and only the crisp sound of Shen Jindou gnawing peaches could be heard in the whole garden.

Tang Zhicai quietly raised his head and stared at the girl not far away, and saw that the girl's plain face was like a half-bloomed hibiscus flower under the brilliant fire clouds, and her eyes were clear and shining like morning dew containing the aura of heaven and earth. .

Her movements of writing are very elegant, and neat lines of small black characters land on the white rice paper without haste, which looks pleasing to the eye.

After the hour of a cup of tea, she finished writing the whole poem without any fuss, and put the wolf hair in her hand on the pen holder.

"It's finished, please take a look at the vice president." Ye Qiongdan walked aside.

The vice president walked over indifferently, and after glancing at the rice paper on the table, he was first amazed at the regular characters she wrote with hairpin flowers, and then he was overwhelmed by a poem she wrote.

At the top of this poem, the title is written - Spring River Flower Moonlight Night.

"The tide of the spring river connects with the sea level, and the bright moon on the sea rises together with the tide. The twinkling waves follow the waves for thousands of miles, where there is no moonlight on the spring river..." the vice president couldn't help but read it out slowly.

Just these four sentences made Shen Jindou unable to continue eating peaches.

He bit his lip and didn't speak.

The others also raised their heads unexpectedly, and looked at Ye Qiongdan one after another.

Among them, Tang Zhicai and Su Xiaogong are the most surprised. Su Xiaogong thinks that she is simply a genius. She just goes to the town to read books occasionally, and she can learn by herself. If this is a man, he must be the number one. !

But Tang Zhicai was even more shocked. He knew the situation of the Ye family very well. The eldest family of the Ye family was cruelly exploiting the third family of the Ye family. It would be good enough for Ye Qiongdan to barely know a few words, and it was impossible to spend any effort on education. she.

Unexpectedly, Ye Qiongdan was so compassionate and intelligent!
Compared with her, this young talented man like me is like an insignificant gravel, but she is like a shining pearl.

"The river flows around Fangdian, the moon shines on the flowers and forests like hail; the frost in the sky doesn't feel like flying, and the white sand on the Ting can't be seen..."

Everyone in the garden was so fascinated by it that they didn't even dare to breathe.

They can't write such a masterpiece. It's really rare to have the opportunity to appreciate such a good poem today!
"The slanting moon sinks and hides the sea fog, and the Jieshi Xiaoxiang has an infinite road. I don't know how many people will return by the moon, and the falling moon shakes the trees in the river." Finally, the vice president finished reading the whole poem and said impassionedly, "Good! Good! Write It’s really wonderful! This "Spring River Flower and Moonlight Night" is the best poem I have ever seen in my life!"

The others nodded.

Shen Jindou put down the peach in his hand, and said unconvinced: "She is a yellow-haired girl from the countryside, can she write such a poem? There must be something tricky in it."

"What's tricky?" Ye Qiongdan raised his eyebrows, "The title was appointed by the vice president."

"Maybe you have prepared beforehand? Aren't your uncle, eldest brother, and second cousin scholars scholars? Maybe you stole their poems!" Shen Jindou said loudly, "You just happened to be blind today. Rat!"

"Your uncle, eldest brother, and second cousin are scholars?" The deputy dean looked at Ye Qiongdan with a little scrutiny.

"That's right, my uncle, first cousin and second cousin are Ye Fengxian, Ye Jigang and Ye Jiwu who were expelled from Jingde Academy not long ago." Ye Qiongdan said loudly.

"It turned out to be them," the deputy dean suddenly realized, and said disdainfully, "That's impossible! I know their poetry writing level very well! Back then, Ye Fengxian was still my first batch of students."

"associate dean……"

"Okay, stop messing around, if you have the time to mess around, why don't you study hard!" the vice president gave Shen Jindou a look, and said seriously.

Shen Jindou had no choice but to shut up resentfully.

"Mr. Shen, after removing the title, the song "Flowers on the Spring River" has a total of 250 taels. Please, Mr. Shen, give me the money for the meal and the 250 taels of silver." Ye Qiongdan stretched out his hand to him generously. .

Shen Jindou's face turned red.

Although his family was rich, they didn't have enough money for him to carry hundreds of taels of silver with him.

The servants around Shen Jindou saw his embarrassment, and immediately said: "Hey, let's collect some money first, and put the money up for Mr. Shen. Mr. Shen will definitely pay us back later."

Hearing the words, the other followers paid out one after another.

But these people only had dozens of taels of silver on them, and they couldn't get together 250 taels of silver after collecting for a long time. In the end, some students who were not familiar with Shen Jindou couldn't see it, fearing that they would lose the face of Jingde Academy. After giving generously, the money was collected.

Shen Jindou faltered and pushed the silver in front of Ye Qiongdan, and murmured: "You count it. The money for seeing your 'extraordinary features' and the money for meals are all here."

"Miss Ye is really pure and hearty!" Everyone exclaimed in admiration.

"You all think that everything is inferior, and only reading is high. Look, I was born in the countryside, so I can still speak well? What does this mean? It means that the same rice feeds all kinds of people. Now you still talk about the food at Jiuwei Restaurant, Is it only for the inferior people to eat? Even if the prime ministers of the current dynasty go up several generations, they may also be country people." Ye Qiongdan said.

Everyone lowered their heads in shame, feeling that after studying books for so many years, their knowledge and awareness are not as good as that of a woman.

"Miss Ye, I want to ask you for advice!" One person stood up and said.

"I haven't read any sage books, and I won't be able to test for fame after I leave the examination room. You should ask your husband for advice." Ye Qiongdan smiled, "Little girl will leave first, so I won't disturb everyone's interest in fighting poetry. "

"Since today is the Poetry Contest, and the girl is a talented woman with a lot of poetry, why don't you stay and participate in this meeting?" Someone asked again.

"You study to get fame, I open a shop to make money, I can't put the cart before the horse!"

"That's how it is. If someone challenges you, you have to answer the other party. If the other party wins you, you pay him money according to the number of words in the poem written by the other party. If you win the other party, the other party How about paying you some money?" Su Xiaogong suggested.

Some poor students present frowned in embarrassment.

"Let me declare first that I only write three poems, and I still have work to do in this shop." Ye Qiongdan said.

Another young scholar in the garden said: "Here I come! Miss Ye, May and June are the season when pomegranates are in full bloom. How about we use pomegranates as the theme?"

"Yes." Ye Qiongdan nodded.

This scholar also did very well in Jingde Academy, and was admitted as a scholar in the same year as Tang Zhicai.

After recalling at the table for a while, he wrote a poem: "This is a poem I wrote some time ago, please give me some pointers."

After everyone gathered around to look at it, they were full of praise, and even the vice-principal of Jingde Academy nodded repeatedly.

Afterwards, everyone turned their expectant eyes on Ye Qiongdan.

(End of this chapter)