Chapter 216 Late Spring Poetry Festival

Chapter 216 Late Spring Poetry Festival

"These two talented men and beautiful women are a perfect match." Li Yi said again.

Feng Qingyi originally planned to go up and see what the two of them were talking about, but after thinking about it, since Zhao Yiqing was here to meet Xu Linghe, she decided not to join in the fun.

Feng Qingyi turned around and went to the kitchen to try Tao Heng's innovative pastries.

"Miss Feng, what do you think of the taste?" Tao Heng looked at Feng Qingyi and asked.

Feng Qingyi nodded, "Great, you can sell it directly."

"Miss Feng is so impressed. It's just a random try. If you like it, I'll make some for you and take it back." Tao Heng said.

Feng Qingyi: "Okay, Aunt Tao, don't call me Miss Feng. You can just call me Qingyi."

"Okay, Qingyi."

She had made pastries in other places before, but this was the first time she saw a shop like this.

I never treat people like them as human beings, they speak pleasantly, I treat them politely, and their monthly salary is much higher than elsewhere.

After tasting some pastries, Feng Qingyi looked around, then found a seat in the hall and sat down, listening to the chatter of the people around her.

The tea house is a place very dense with information. Although they talked about trivial matters, it was still quite interesting to listen to.

On the third floor, in the private room.

Xu Linghe and Zhao Yiqing sat opposite each other. The table in front of them was filled with tea and cakes.

Xu Linghe: "Master Zhao, why are you absent-minded? Is there something on your mind?"

"...No, no, thank you Miss Xu for your concern. I'll be fine." Zhao Yiqing looked at Xu Linghe quietly.

Seeing him say this, Xu Linghe said, "It's okay. Try the pastries here. They taste very good."

"Thank you. I wonder if Miss Xu will be free in the future?" Zhao Yiqing asked with some anxiety.

Xu Linghe ate a piece of pastry and said, "Nothing should happen the day after tomorrow. What's wrong?"

Zhao Yiqing: "I wonder if I would be lucky enough to invite Miss Xu to participate in Wenyuan's late spring poetry meeting."

Xu Linghe had a headache when she heard about the poetry meeting. She had not liked reading since she was a child and knew nothing about it. It would not be a shame if she went there.

What's more, it's Wenyuan's poetry club. Although poetry doesn't have to be written, music, chess, calligraphy and painting are also acceptable, but she is not proficient in any of them.

The Late Spring Poetry Festival is the most grand celebration of the year in Wenyuan, and everyone who goes there will show off their best talents.

If you can win the title, you can become famous in Beijing.

When other people were playing the piano and composing poems, she couldn't go up and dance with swords or guns.

"Mr. Zhao, I am not good at poetry and calligraphy. Otherwise, you should find someone else to accompany you."

Zhao Yiqing: "Miss Xu is so humble. Each of these people is good at something. Miss Xu is superb in martial arts, and I admire her very much."

"Most of us are going to this poetry gathering. I don't have many friends, so I can only invite Miss Xu."

Xu Linghe hesitated for a while, "How about you invite Qingyi? She is both talented and beautiful, so she will be a good fit with you."

"...Miss Xu, I have only met Miss Feng a few times and am not familiar with her. If I go there rashly, I'm afraid she will feel too offended." Zhao Yiqing said.

After hearing what Zhao Yiqing said, Xu Linghe felt that it made sense.

What's more, she is already engaged. If she goes to a poetry gathering with other men, it will have a bad impact if word spreads.

"Then I agree to go with you."

Zhao Yiqing smiled and said: "Thank you very much, Miss Xu. The poetry meeting will start at midnight tomorrow, and I will come here to pick you up."

Xu Linghe nodded, "Okay."

Zhao Yiqing stood up and said, "Then I'll take my leave today."

"Okay, see you the day after tomorrow!"

Xu Linghe sent Zhao Yiqing downstairs and sat down next to Feng Qingyi.

"Qingyi, can you write poetry?"

Feng Qingyi shook his head, "No."

Xu Linghe sighed, "Zhao Yiqing invited me to attend Wenyuan's late spring poetry meeting with him the day after tomorrow. I don't know anything, and I will definitely be embarrassed by then."

Feng Qingyi was a little curious about this poetry meeting, "Is this poetry meeting just a group of people competing to make poems?"

Xu Linghe introduced: "It was like this ten years ago. Later, the poetry meeting gradually became a talent competition, mainly focusing on music, chess, calligraphy, painting, and poetry."

"It is held in June and December every year. It is held in Wenyuan. Everyone selects the final leader through a talent competition."

"Whoever wins the first prize will receive a hundred taels of gold. Although it is not a lot, it is an honor. In addition, it can also become famous in Shengjing. There are countless benefits."

Feng Qingyi asked: "Can everyone participate in this poetry meeting?"

Xu Linghe nodded, "That's true. The Qianjue you mentioned last time moved the capital with one painting at the Poetry Festival. Since then, his reputation has skyrocketed, and his worth has also skyrocketed."

"He has been the leader of Wenyuan's painting skills for several consecutive years. If no one can defeat him this year, he will be the leader for five consecutive years."

Feng Qingyi didn't expect Qianjue to be so powerful!

"Is this painting to be painted directly there? Or is a painting prepared to be taken there?"

Xu Linghe: "In the past, like painting, I just took out my previous paintings and let everyone judge."

"But now the rules have changed. I heard that some people used other people's paintings as their own, and they were later found out."

"In order to avoid such a situation from happening again, Wenyuan requires that topics be written on the spot, paintings and poems be made on the spot, and even the piano performance competition must be in line with the theme."

"So the poetry meeting now starts at Chenshi, and is divided into five directions, which are the music, chess, calligraphy, and poetry I just told you about."

"These are all carried out at the same time. After the poetry, painting, and calligraphy are completed, they will be exhibited by Wenyuan. Their names will not be displayed. The people who participate in the poetry meeting will select and finally choose the most popular one."

Feng Qingyi thinks this is similar to some modern entertainment competitions, all of which are voted, but sometimes people who don't know the business get involved, and the result may not be very fair.

"Are all the selections made by the people who participated in the poetry meeting? Are there no other people?"

Xu Linghe: "Several famous people in the literary garden will make the final selection, and the final result will be decided after joint discussion."

Feng Qingyi asked: "Will there be no favoritism?"

Xu Linghe: "Of course there are, but most of the people who participate in the poetry meeting are scholars. Most of them are very noble and disdain to do such things."

"Although it is not ruled out that some people want to become famous and contribute money and effort, they are very few."

"After all, they will all take the imperial examinations in the future. The imperial examinations focus on reputation. If their reputations are ruined because of such things, they will be found out at that time. Even if they pass the exams, they will not be able to enter the official career, and they may even go to jail."

After listening to Xu Linghe's talk about these things related to the poetry meeting, Feng Qingyi suddenly became interested, "Then can I also participate?"