Before Wang Xiao came, Qin Guan and the others had already made him famous.

Needless to say, the Magpie Bridge Fairy is said, even the light and bright village I wrote about the dark flowers a few days ago.

They are all masters of word games. Although there is no first in literature, if you really make a famous work, the level gap can be seen at a glance.

It is precisely because of this that when Wang Xiao walked in, most of the eyes he looked at him were deeply alert.

Literatures are inferior to each other, which is a tradition since ancient times.

After paying a round of salutes, Wang Xiao came to Li Gefei. As for Li Qingzhao and the others, they were taken to a party of the female relatives behind.

Lu Dafang is not here.

The Kaifeng Prefecture was still relatively calm. But suddenly something serious happened, and seven or eight of them died in one go. The thief dared to leave the bandit with the Jade-faced Flying Dragon, but on this special day of the Shangyuan Festival.

Lu Dafang nominally had Kaifeng Prefecture, so he had to take charge of this matter.

Wang Xiao could naturally feel the many bad eyes around him, but these were just drizzles to him.

"Today, all the wise men gather together, and everyone will make friends through literature. If you have a masterpiece of the Lantern Festival in your heart, then take it out for everyone to appreciate and correct it."

Li Gefei knew that many scholars from all over the world were not convinced by Wang Xiao. Even if there were masterpieces like Queqiaoxian in hand, it could not offset the young people's competitive spirit.

In essence, it is a competition, but naturally I can't say it in this way.

"What the teacher said."

Wang Xiao nodded with a calm face with a gentle breeze.

He turned around and looked around the many scholars and officials in the court, and smiled and said, "I went to Wang Xiao after learning the last lessons and went to the Yuan Lantern Festival today. I have gained something in my heart. I will ask you all the great wise men to correct me."

When literati fight, although they wish they could stab you to death with one knife behind their backs, they had to be harmonious when they were in front of them, because it was related to fame.

As soon as Wang Xiao finished speaking, many scholars replied, saying in their mouths that they encouraged each other.

At this time, no one wrote poems, and everyone's eyes were attracted to him early. Everyone was waiting for Wang Xiao to come up with a work that made people have nothing to say.

After all, Huang Tingjian and the others blew too much before, and they even said that Wang Xiao was the leader of the younger generation. He really offended a circle of people.

Many people have made up their minds. Even if they are of high level, they have to try their best to find out!

This is the most simple literati heart.

"Brother Wang, hurry up, everyone is waiting for your masterpiece."

Qi Kai, the number one talented man in Jiangnan, looks good and can be said to be beautiful.

He came to Bianliang City with great ambitions, and all he wanted was to make a name for himself. He successfully passed the provincial examination and sang outside Donghua Gate, and then became successful. He hoped that one day he would be called the husband.

But today he came to Tingtao Pavilion with full confidence, hoping to show off in front of many big shots.

Unexpectedly, everything I carefully prepared became the foundation for others.

Seeing Wang Xiao who seemed to care about nothing attracted the attention of the audience, his jealousy could no longer be suppressed.

Qi Kai is still young.

His eagerness in the eyes of the big guys can only be deducted points.

Qi Kai, who is young and energetic, has always been praised in Jiangnan, did not notice the dissatisfaction of the big guys, but was more aggressive.

"Brother Wang, I have heard that you are a famous scholar in Bianliang for a long time and have written excellent works like Queqiaoxian. Today, on the great day of the Lantern Festival, if you can't come up with a masterpiece that matches your identity, we will not follow it."

Looking at Qi Kai who was proud, Wang Xiao looked curious, "Who are you?"

Qi Kai's face was immediately squeezed into eggplant.

He has a great reputation in Jiangnan, but Wang Xiao regarded him as an unknown person. This humiliation made him want to smash the wine glass in his hand on Wang Xiao's face now.

“Can’t be impulsive.”

Qi Kai finally controlled his emotions, after all, there was still a little ink in his stomach.

Since this guy Wang Xiao likes to pretend, let him pretend enough. When his poems come out later, he will be able to suppress them even more easily.

When literati fight, naturally, they have to solve the problem between literati.

"Stop being slow."

Huang Tingjian walked out with a wine pot and said to Wang Xiao, "Since you already have the draft, then write it out, so let's continue drinking."

Wang Xiao turned around and walked towards the table with pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and replied lightly, "Okay."

Standing in front of the desk for a while, Wang Xiao reached out to pick up the brush to soak the ink.

Huang Tingjian, Qin Guan and others surrounded him. Even Li Gefei, who was particular about rules, stood by him.

Now the surrounding environment has reached this point. If Wang Xiao cannot produce a good Shangyuan poem, he will inevitably be attacked by a group of people.

Fame and fortune, fame is profitable only if you have fame.

Wang Xiao gained a great reputation in Bianliang City with the Chinese Valentine's Ci Magpie Bridge Fairy, which has long been disliked by these scholars from all over the world.

As his teacher, Li Gefei is naturally ready to help deal with it at this time.

Even if the writing is not so outstanding, he will try his best to maintain it.

The brush was written on the paper, while Li Gefei, who was beside him, was chanting lyrics for him personally.

‘Qingyu Case. Yuanxi.’

The people around could not see what Wang Xiao was writing, and their eyes were all on Li Gefei.

Then, they saw Li Gefei's expression change.

Before, Li Gefei's expression was still the same as a big shot. After all, older people must maintain their temperament in front of their younger generations. Not many people like Huang Tingjian and others.

At this time, Li Gefei's expression was very, very serious.

‘The east wind blows at night~~~The flowers and trees!’

If anyone in the Southern Song Dynasty could compete with Su Shi in literary talent, only the lay Buddhist Xin Qiji of Jiaxuan can compare with him.

Yong Yule, "I remember that back then, I was so angry that I was like a tiger. Who asked, Lian Po is old, can he still be able to make a living?"

Nanxiangzi's "How many things are there for the rise and fall of the ages? The endless Yangtze River flows. Who is the rival of the heroes in the world? Cao Liu. He should have a son like Sun Zhongmou.'

Breaking the morning, "Watching the sword with a light while drunk, I dreamed of blowing the horns and camping. I ended the affairs of the king and won the reputation of his life and his life."

In this era of literary and artistic blooming, only Mr. Jiaxuan can be comparable to Mr. Dongpo.

Su Shi's song "Shuitu" is called the quatrain of the ages. Once this poem comes out, no one can surpass the Mid-Autumn Festival poem.

The Qingyu case written by Xin Qiji, Yuanxi, is called the ultimate of Shangyuan lyrics. As soon as this word comes out, Shangyuan lyrics become a masterpiece.

Wang Xiao made a copywriter openly.

In his opinion, because of his butterfly wings, God knows whether there will be a lay Buddhist Jiaxuan in this world in a hundred years.

Taking out his representative works at this moment can be regarded as a way to avoid such masterpieces that have passed away from being lost in the world.

This pinnacle of Chinese literary works should not have been destroyed.

‘The more blown down, the stars are like rain.’

‘The road is full of fragrance of BMW carvings.’

‘The sound of the phoenix flute moves, the light of the jade pot turns, and the fish and dragon dance overnight.’

It starts with a grand start, like writing cursive script, and captures people's hearts.

Just the first half of the verse has fully described the beautiful scenery of the Lantern Festival and presented it to everyone's eyes.

Li Gefei's excited beard was trembling.

For a literati like him, being able to see such beautiful poems is definitely the greatest enjoyment in life.

The hall, which was already a little noisy, was silent, and anything that could be understood was already deeply shocked.

Qi Kai was Spartan all over.

His name as the number one talented man in Jiangnan was not a boast, he did have real materials.

But it is precisely because of this ability that he can understand the beauty of this poem more clearly.

Such an excellent lyrics came from the hands of competitors, which made Qi Kai feel a little dazed.

At least he himself can never write it out.

Wang Xiao breathed a sigh of relief, stood up and shook his waist.

Hold up the pen again and continue writing the second half of the verse.

‘The moths and snow willows are golden wisps.’

‘The smile is gone with a faint fragrance.’

‘Look for him thousands of times in the crowd.’

‘When I look back, the man is in the dim lights.’

The first half of the poem is the ultimate description of beautiful scenery. However, the second half of the poem is a turning point of the pen toward the artistic conception.

The upper and lower parts are combined without any abrupt feeling, but it makes this poem more sublimated.
To be continued...