The lady smiles cleverly, and the talented man is full of energy.

In the hall of Longyin Pavilion, hundreds of literati were bustling with words, and three sentences must be quoted from classics. No matter whether others understand them or not, they must nod and smile as if they are "comrades".

On the row of Taishi chairs in the upper row, the gray-haired pine and cypress hold a teacup, with a slightly impatient look in their eyes. As the high priest of the Imperial College, students who came out of the Imperial College must basically call him "Mr.", among which Dayue is a vague person, and he can be said to be full of students all over the world. He really doesn't like this trick of pursuing fame and fortune.

But the Dayue martial artist has a high status and the literati can no longer suppress it. Today's emperor attaches importance to literati. If he does not do these things, Chang'an City may be full of martial arts and sword competitions. Fighting, killing and killing will really damage the decency of the Central Plains dynasty.

Therefore, in this kind of occasion, the pine and cypress green have to come. When you meet a few literati with extraordinary talent, you have to praise them. Today, I will pay attention to it, and even have a lot of research on poetry.

However, those who have read books and learned metrics can write them, but they can't produce one poem in the past few years and decades. A thousand poems in a poetry meeting can probably only be read one or two, and the rest is all dross.

Therefore, all the matters reviewed were handed over to his good daughter Song Yufu.

At this time, many great scholars were sitting at the desk. King Song Yu of Yan and Song Baiqing were discussing the spring exams next year. Song Yufu looked at the manuscripts seriously and asked a few questions from a gray-haired old man next to her.

The old man was named Qi Xinghan. When he was young, he wrote a "Chang'an Fu" and was valued by the late emperor. He became an official in the capital and served as a censor. He was knowledgeable and talented in the capital.

Of course, Qi Xinghan's greater reputation is that he was strong. After more than 20 years of reign, Qi Xinghan made more than 20 remarks to death, and forced the emperor to speak out and scold "Old Qi". But when Zi was in power for ten years, he rectified the administration of officials, quelled bandits, and attached importance to the poor. He could be regarded as the king of Zhongxing, because he forgot the time to play chess with others. He was chased and bitten by Qi Xinghan after half a minute late. He still had something to do and told Zi not to lose his ambition today. So when Zi was annoyed, he even avoided entertainment activities such as hunting and spring.

Qi Xinghan is not afraid of wearing shoes barefoot, so he is really willing to sacrifice himself. Even many great scholars who are literati are absolutely overcorrect, but they can't say that Qi Xinghan is, which shows how capable this guy is.

However, although Qi Xinghan likes to be serious, his achievements in poetry are still obvious to all. At this time, he took a bunch of messy manuscripts and read them word by word, and the evaluations he made were very pertinent, and basically no one refused to recognize them.

Seeing that the poetry meeting was over halfway, a few good poems were published during this period, but they were not a good masterpiece.

Song Yufu was a little impatient, but she couldn't find the poem in the Imperial College and could only keep aiming at the other people's desk.

Song Baiqing was communicating with the King of Yan. Seeing that his daughter looked around without any etiquette, she spoke a little unhappy:

"Yufu, what are you looking at?"

Song Yufu quickly shrank her neck, did it properly, and responded softly: "Dad, I didn't see anything."

King Yan was easy-going and elegant. Seeing that Song Baiqing was so strict with his daughter, he smiled and said, "Yu Fu is not very old, so it is normal for her to like poetry and lyrics. She has not published a song for several years, but the dregs are everywhere. I am afraid she is tired of reading it."

Song Baiqing nodded and looked at the handsome man and beautiful woman with a high spirit: "The poems are inspired by feelings. At a young age, I pretend to be sad about spring and autumn. What good articles can I write..."

While speaking, Qi Xinghan, who was sitting next to him, shook his head and continued: "This is not necessarily the case. There are many people in Chang'an City who are proficient in literature and inspiration. There are always a few talented people, such as this song: The wind hangs and the dust scent is gone, and the flowers are exhausted, and I tired of combing my hair at night..."

As soon as the words came out, seven or eight old Confucian scholars were all over the head.

After reading the limerick poem "A big river is a hundred feet wide, and the fish are tender and fresh inside" for half a night, a sentence suddenly appeared, "The wind lingers on the dust and the fragrance is over." It felt like washing your ears, and it was difficult not to pay attention.

King Yan and Song Baiqing also raised their eyebrows slightly, took a little seriousness, and turned their heads to look at Qi Xinghan.

Qi Xinghan was over 60 years old and was too old. After reading a few sentences, he felt that he was inappropriate, so he handed the manuscript to the servant and passed it to the singer who was playing the piano next to him.

Hundreds of talented men and beautiful women present, and when they saw this scene, they knew that someone was about to show off. They stopped and turned their heads to check.

The brothel singer dressed in a generous dress was already relied on this to enhance her fame. After taking the manuscript of the poem, she stood up and read it carefully before speaking softly:

"The wind hangs, dust and fragrance are gone, and I'm tired of combing my hair at night. Things are different and people are not enough to stop everything. If you want to speak, tears will flow first..."

The tender throat is gentle and sad, which vividly reflects the sadness of "the prosperity is gone, everything changes, and people change". Just a few words can make people imagine a woman's fatigue and misery through the wind and rain of life.

The eyes lit up in front of the pine and cypress green. A rare sitting upright and listening carefully.

The King of Yan's expression remained unchanged, but he just tapped the table in his hand and nodded slowly.

Not to mention the many talented and beautiful women present, just in just a few short sentences in the previous chapter, you can see the extraordinary skill of the words "This Woman". The artistic conception is beyond the reach of the world.

Many ladies and wives of the official family stared at the singer intently.

The singer's expression was serious and continued:

"I heard that the spring in Shuangxi is still good, so I also planned to fly a light boat. I was afraid that the small boat in Shuangxi could not carry it, and I felt that there was a lot of sorrow."

As soon as the whole word came out, the field was quiet for a long time.

Song Baiqing touched her beard, frowned and nodded slowly. She brewed for a long time, but couldn't pick out a suitable word for evaluation.

The first verse of this poem fully displays the image of a woman who has been frigid, while the second verse describes that a woman has to continue her life after experiencing storms. I heard that the spring scenery in Shuangxi is still good, so maybe she can go there to relax. But a lonely boat may not be able to carry the sorrow in her heart.

Whether it is the words or the techniques, they are exquisite, and the sad emotions in the lyrics are even more touching. The whole lyrics are graceful and mournful, making people read them as if they see someone or hear their voices, and they should be able to withstand the four masterpieces of the eternal masterpiece.

The famous scholars and scholars present believed that they had no foundation to write it out, so they dared not make rash comments.

King Yan Song Yu frowned and thought for a long time, but smiled, and looked at the talented man and beautiful woman below:

"I didn't expect that there was such a strange woman hidden in the poetry fair. She was so obscured."

"yes!"

Qi Xinghan touched his chin, and his eyes were a little sigh: "By this poem alone, I can ask the emperor to give this lady a place of food and clothing. My Dayue attaches importance to poor families, regardless of civil and military affairs, nor men and women. How can people with such real talents be filled with sorrow and resentment, and even relax."

Although Song Baiqing didn’t think that she could be a good parent’s official by writing poetry, she would definitely be good at writing poetry so well. She also nodded gently:

"This statement makes sense. Which lady wrote this poem?"

The talented and beautiful woman in the hall looked around, obviously looking for the gentle woman in the poem "half-old age, full of grief".

The singer looked at the signature of the poem, and hesitated for a long time before he said uncertainly:

"Xu Bu Ling...Madam Xu?"
Chapter completed!