Chapter 355

【Facing this matter, you decide...】

1. Show your talent at the Gathering of Beauties and write a few poems. (Hint: It may be beneficial for the future.)

2. Restrain your edge at the Gathering of Beauties and do not write poetry. (Hint: It may have an impact on the future.)

3. End personal participation. (1/3)

The cauldron in the heart sea rang, and the characters on it slowly froze.

Yu Ke looked at the hints of the three options above.

Without hesitation, he chose directly.

1. Show your talent at the Gathering of Beauties and write a few poems. (Hint: It may be beneficial for the future.)

Yu Ke was thinking slowly about the poem for "Female Hero."

Seeing that Young Master Guan didn't seem to want to write poetry, Zhang Yuanlai was disappointed in his heart.

He knew the talent of this Young Master Guan, and felt especially sorry in his heart.

If Young Master Guan could become famous at the Gathering of Beauties, it would naturally be beneficial for him in Xie Fu.

Li Shijun also wanted to see the poetry of this Young Master Xie, to see if there was any talent in his chest.

At this time!

The youth walked slowly to the table.

Although Jia Yu pretended not to care on the surface, his eyes couldn't help but follow Xie Guan's figure, and quietly, several people also approached the yellow pear table full of pen and ink.

Everyone only saw Xie Guan gently picking up a brush from the pen holder, and the pen holder was carved with fine patterns.

Want to write!

Zhou Yuner also got up gracefully, her voice like a spring breeze: "Young Master Guan, Yuner will grind ink for you."

Yu Ke just nodded.

He held the pen and a familiar feeling came to his heart, as if he had been writing for four or five years.

The pen and ink in his hand are familiar.

As for the poem for "Female Hero," he already had an idea in his heart.

Yu Ke slowly wrote down.

In an instant, the talents of "Spirit in the Brush" and "Quiet Qi in the Chest" were triggered.

A different temperament radiated from his body.

Just holding the pen made Li Xiangjun's eyes shine.

Jia Yu and the others didn't care much at first, but when Xie Guan started to write slowly and wrote a few words, their faces were shocked.

As students of the Chongshan Academy, they naturally have judgments about the quality of calligraphy.

Several people are students of the Chongshan Academy, naturally knowing the quality of this calligraphy.

Pen and ink stained the paper, and black ink soaked into the white paper.

Word by word, slowly written, the pen moves like a dragon and snake, pausing and connecting, elegant and free.

Every word is like a dragon soaring and a tiger leaping.

Although Zhang Yuanlai had long seen Xie Guan's calligraphy, he felt that his pen power was more vigorous than before, and every stroke looked so round and natural, perfect.

He couldn't help but secretly praise in his heart.

Ten thousand kinds of weather!

Zhou Yuner's eyes were even more colorful.

Zhang Yuanlai slowly read a sentence above.

"Staying in Bianjing, it's the New Year's Eve festival again. The yellow flowers by the fence are blooming, and the appearance is like wiping."

The artistic conception is desolate, it is actually a small order.

Zhang Yuanlai also frowned slightly, the poem title is "Female Hero," and the artistic conception is that women are not necessarily inferior to men.

However!

The opening of this upper part is indeed the sorrow and weakness of such a woman.

Like a woman in the boudoir who sighs for spring and autumn.

Everyone saw Xie Guan continue to write.

"The song is broken on all sides, and the flavor of eight years is just thinking about the south of the Yangtze River."

"Bitterly forcing me to be a moth-eyebrow, I don't disdain it!"

Zhang Yuanlai read it slowly, it seems to fit this scene.

Today, Great Qi is leaking on all sides, with demons in Jiannan Road, the Yellow River bursting in the south of the Yangtze River, and countless refugees.

Li Shijun read the next sentence, "Bitterly forcing me to be a moth-eyebrow, I don't disdain it!", and there were waves in his heart.

Its meaning is "They just want to treat me as a noble woman in Bianjing, in my heart, how disdainful it is."

With the deepening of the poem, a female image who is worried about the country and the people and cares about the world gradually becomes clear in front of everyone.

She looked out the window, her eyes penetrating the deep trees of the courtyard, staring at the land south of the Yangtze River covered by disaster in the distance.

Her heart is full of sorrow.

However, just when everyone thought this poem would end with this sad and lingering artistic conception.

Xie Guan's brushwork suddenly turned, and the artistic conception suddenly opened up!

Jia Yu couldn't help but read slowly, "Body cannot be listed as a man. Heart is more fierce than a man! Count the liver and gallbladder in my life, often hot because of people."

Jia Yu couldn't help but be shocked after reading it.

Since Great Qi, poetry has developed for hundreds of years and has long formed its own unique style and system. Those works with profound artistic conception and magnificent atmosphere often show their unique charm through neat antithesis and harmonious rhyme.

However, among these complex and changing poems, there are not many works that can truly return to the basics and touch people's hearts, and those who can reach this state are often masters of the word world.

Xie Guan's poem, however, cuts into this situation in a plain and straightforward way, bringing the reader into the perspective of a woman in just a few sentences.

His brushwork is delicate and affectionate, depicting the woman's inner world vividly.

And the later sentence "Count the liver and gallbladder in my life, often hot because of people" is even more straightforward, showing the woman's heroism vividly.

Jia Yu and the three looked at each other, they had deeply felt the excellence of Xie Guan's poem.

Zhou Yuner, who doesn't understand poetry, can also feel the scene and catchy nature of these few poems.

Zhang Yuanlai couldn't help but pull his hands and tear up the poem he just wrote.

Compared with it, the gap is too big and far away.

Xie Guan continued to write.

"Who knows me in the chest of a vulgar person? Heroes should be ground at the end of the road."

"Where can I find a bosom friend in the red dust?"

Xie Guan finally wrote down.

"Green shirt wet!"

Done in one go!

Yu Ke gently put the brush back on the bookshelf.

Zhang Yuanlai looked at the last few sentences, his fists clenched tightly, and read slowly: "Who knows me in the chest of a vulgar person?"

He exhaled, his heart full of emotion.

Jia Yu's eyes were also shocked.

"Where can I find a bosom friend in the red dust?"

In the end, only myself "Green shirt wet!"

Zhang Yuanlai couldn't help but praise: "The poems I have seen today, this should be the first."

Jia Yu didn't answer, but knew that Zhang Yuanlai's words were not false.

He Xiao's expression was quite complicated, he obviously didn't expect this Young Master Xie to have such outstanding poetic talent.

This poem will undoubtedly stand out in today's competition and become the focus of everyone's attention.

As for whether it can win the first place, although it is still unpredictable, He Xiao has already determined in his heart that this poem can definitely be ranked in the top three.

An absurd idea arose in his heart, wanting to take this poem as his own, but there were many people present.

He Xiao shook his head again, dispelling the unrealistic idea in his heart.

In the literary world of Great Qi, plagiarism is the most shameful behavior, and once discovered, there will be no place to live.

Therefore, he will never let himself fall into such a situation.

Yu Ke looked at the poem on the paper and was satisfied in his heart.

Thinking about the content in the simulation, he signed at the bottom of the paper.

"Caotang Poetry Club, Xie Guan."

Zhou Yuner had carefully handed it to the master of ceremonies who walked over.

The master of ceremonies just glanced at the handwriting on it, didn't look at the poem, and put it on the other side, which was specially selected by Gongsun Gongsun Niangzi Gongsun herself.

There is no other reason, Xie Guan's calligraphy is too outstanding.

The master of ceremonies left.

The eyes of Jia Yu and the three looking at Xie Guan have changed significantly.

Xie Guan's "buying and selling" calligraphy and painting with the Second Imperial Prince today.

And this poem, will surely make him famous in Bianjing.

After Yu Ke finished writing the poem, he sat back in his original seat.

Zhou Yuner thoughtfully peeled peanuts for him on the side and pushed them to him on a plate.

Li Xiangjun was thoughtful on the side, and she got up to say goodbye.

Feng Yaya looked at Li Xiangjun's departing back, as if thinking of something.

Yu Ke roughly estimated the time of the previous 【Participate personally】, which was about one day.

He followed Xie Guan's memory and contemplated the two swords in his heart.

"Sword of Slashing Demons," "Sword of Slashing Ghosts."

Xie Guan seems to have fully realized the Sword of Slashing Ghosts, leaving only the "Sword of Slashing Demons" not fully realized.

Yu Ke's heart moved, and the cauldron rang in the heart sea.

Shining on the two swords.

At this time!

The second top courtesan began to ascend the stage at the Gathering of Beauties.

It was a woman who played the piano.

Cheers had already sounded around.

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Li Xiangjun moved her lotus steps lightly and walked slowly through the four areas of A, B, C, and D.

She passed through the busy backstage and walked to the specific area behind the square stage of the Gathering of Beauties, which is the preparation place for the top courtesan women of the Gathering of Beauties before they ascend the stage.

Walk to the backstage!

She poked her head into the curtain, filled with a tense and excited atmosphere, the women were busy applying makeup and combing exquisite hairstyles, preparing for the upcoming performance.

Yuehua Pavilion, as one of the three brothels in the Gathering of Beauties, naturally has its exclusive area.

As a member of Yuehua Pavilion, Li Xiangjun is no stranger to the people here.

Although she walked slowly, her expression carried a hidden trace of urgency.

"Sister Xiangjun, why are you here?"

A woman saw Li Xiangjun and asked curiously. A trace of surprise flashed in her eyes.

"I'm looking for Sister Yun."

The woman heard the words, her eyes moved slightly, and then she pushed open the curtain and led Li Xiangjun in.

"When will Sister Yun ascend the stage?"

"This draw might be in the second half, so I'm not in a hurry."

Li Xiangjun breathed a sigh of relief, passed through the curtain, and stepped into the interior of Yuehua Pavilion behind the scenes. In front of her was a busy and orderly scene.

Except for Nihuang who had already appeared on stage, seven other top courtesans were gathered here.

They were busy, preparing for the upcoming performance.

Hu Yunniang and Chenxiang were dressing themselves carefully in front of a dressing table.

They were surrounded by several maids, busy arranging various decorations and props.

Li Xiangjun's gaze couldn't help but fall on them, and the resentment that had been accumulated for a long time surged up again.

She couldn't help but touch her chest, only feeling the throbbing pain.

Recalling last year, Li Xiangjun had been determined to win the top courtesan position, but was surpassed by Hu Yunniang and Chenxiang, these two competitors, at the last moment.

Her heart was full of regret and unwillingness. This feeling had been hidden in the bottom of her heart, like a huge stone, making her unable to breathe.

She slowly withdrew her gaze and looked elsewhere.

There was a woman in a flowing white dress, with an elegant and gentle temperament, gently combing her long black hair in front of the bronze mirror, her movements soft and elegant.

"Sister Yun, Xiangjun is here."

The woman in white turned her head when she heard the sound, and a warm smile appeared on her face.

She is Li Xiangjun's best friend, Yun Wan of Yuehua Pavilion.

"Sister Xiangjun, why are you here?" She greeted kindly.

Hu Yunniang and Chenxiang seemed to hear the voices of Yun Wan and Li Xiangjun, and cast their attention one after another.

They knew that Li Xiangjun was a popular person in Yuehua Pavilion last year, and everyone in their hearts had decided on the top courtesan candidate.

Everyone in Yuehua Pavilion knows that Li Xiangjun and Yun Wan are best friends, and they go out in pairs.

At this time, the Gathering of Beauties is about to open.

Why did Li Xiangjun come here?

Yun Wan's face was also full of doubt. She originally thought that Li Xiangjun would relax with Zhang Yuanlai, He Xiao, and others, but she didn't expect her to appear here suddenly.

Li Xiangjun looked around. Although this venue was not large, the seven top courtesans each occupied a corner, and the distance between them was not far.

Several people can hear clearly when they speak.

Li Xiangjun looked down at Hu Yunniang and Chenxiang, and did not hide it, but told the story of what happened to Xie Guan just now.

When she mentioned the Second Imperial Prince asking for a painting, a look of surprise appeared on Yun Wan's face.

"The Second Imperial Prince asked for a painting? This kind of thing is really rare. It seems that Sister Yuner is going to be famous because of this."

Yun Wan sighed, knowing what it meant to be favored by the Second Imperial Prince in such a bustling occasion.

"This Xie Guan... It seems that Sister Yaya's vision is indeed good. We have never been optimistic about Zhang Yuanlai, but now it seems that the people he associates with have extraordinary people besides He Xiao and others."

Li Xiangjun continued to tell Yun Wan about Xie Guan writing a poem for Gongsun Gongsun Niangzi Gongsun.

"Sister Yun, do you have pen and ink here?"

Li Xiangjun asked suddenly.

Yun Wan was stunned for a moment, then nodded, and took the four treasures of the study from the table on the side.

Li Xiangjun took the pen and ink and slowly wrote down the poem written by Xie Guan.

Yun Wan read the poem on the paper carefully, and the surprise on her face became more intense.

"I didn't expect that this Xie Guan, who was famous in the West Wing Pavilion, lived up to his reputation."

Hu Yunniang, who was on the side, heard the words Xie Guan, her eyes condensed instantly, and she listened to the conversation between the two with full attention.

When she heard that the Second Imperial Prince would actually find Xie Guan to ask for a painting, she was a little surprised in her heart.

She originally thought that Xie Guan was just good at calligraphy, but she didn't expect him to be good at painting.

When Li Xiangjun mentioned that Xie Guan wrote a poem for Gongsun Gongsun Niangzi Gongsun, Hu Yunniang looked at Yun Wan's face, and from the other's expression, it seemed that she could judge that the poem written should be good.

However!

Chenxiang on the side heard the conversation between Li Xiangjun and Yun Wan, a trace of disdain flashed in her eyes, and a contemptuous smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.

She had always sneered at those who were famous but had no real talent, and Xie Guan was naturally no exception.

In her heart, how could a truly talented person be indifferent to Su Yun's sincere invitation?

If it weren't for this, she wouldn't have resolutely pulled Hu Yunniang away in front of Su Yun.

It's ridiculous to think about it!

I'm afraid Li Xiangjun was blinded by that Xie Guan.

Li Xiangjun turned to look at Yun Wan and asked softly: "Sister Yun, what do you think of this poem?"

Yun Wan nodded slightly and approved: "Such a poem, even if it is placed at the Gathering of Beauties, is enough to be amazing."

Li Xiangjun looked at her quietly.

Yun Wan already understood.

Li Xiangjun came here to ask her to find Xie Guan to ask for a poem as a fixed-field poem.

(End of chapter)