Chapter 67: "Plucking Lotus"
Chapter 67 "Plucking Lotus"
Wang Yu frowned and looked out the window, pretending to be in thought.
Mo Qingkuang has already received the reassurance given by Mo Fan at this moment, there is no wave in his heart, and he even wants to laugh.
Just quietly waiting for Wang Yu to pretend to be X.
Everyone in the literary test looked at Wang Yu expectantly, waiting for the masterpiece he was about to produce.
The martial arts contestants also looked sad, such an unfair competition, it is really difficult to maintain confidence in Mo frivolous.
Suddenly, Wang Yu turned around abruptly, shook his sleeve robe violently, and shouted: "Come on wine!"
Immediately, a sensible person offered good wine and complimented him: "My lord already has a draft, and the ancients used wine to induce inspiration. Today, my lord must be as good as the ancients drinking wine to compose poems!"
Singing and harmonizing quickly attracted everyone's attention, and they all looked at Wang Yu.
I saw him raise the jug, but poured it into his mouth without filling the wine.
The transparent wine was continuously poured into his mouth, and a little spilled on the skirt of his clothes, he ignored it.
After drinking several sips, Wang Yu threw the flagon in his hand far away, and shouted: "Have fun!"
Taking advantage of the blush on his face from the alcohol and the soaked skirt, he appeared a little more wild.
"Miscellaneous flowers and brocade ribbons!" Wang Yu shook his head and chanted while walking with full posture.
"Luoyi hangs down the green river. I asked my son where to go now. I went out to pick Jiangnan lotus. There are three thousand miles in the sky and west, and there is no reason to send it. I hope you will come back soon, and this lotus will be fresh." In the eyes of the people who are more and more surprised , Wang Yu finished reciting "Ode to the Lotus" with great emotion.
"Good!" The literati group is always the first to respond.
People in sedan chairs carry people, which is always the case in scribe circles.
Don't say that Wang Yu's "Ode to the Lotus" is already very well done, even if it is not so good, it will be praised by blockbusters.
After Zheng Tao listened, his eyes lit up, and he was about to praise, but Hua Ge whispered: "Old man Wang's poem is really well written."
"Huh? This was written by Wang Xiang?" Zheng Tao was taken aback when he heard this.
"Of course, do you think Wang Yu has the ability to write such a poem? The emotions expressed in this poem are not comprehensible to a young man of seventeen or eighteen like Wang Yu. Why did he write it?" Hua Ge Disdainful.
"In addition, this poem was not originally like this. After Wang Xiang wrote the original manuscript, he invited me to taste it. I helped him revise it again, and finally finalized it as it is now."
"However, this poem was made recently and has not been circulated. It is not too stupid for Wang Yu to come up with this poem."
Zheng Tao's lungs are going to explode, is this really Wang Xiang's poem?
Wang Yu, does your grandfather know what you are doing?
Mo frivolous, don’t say he is ignorant, even if he is knowledgeable, he still can’t come up with a poem that can compare to the joint efforts of Wang Xiang and Huage, the top two scholars in the literary examination!
Zheng Tao sighed speechlessly, this is a contest doomed to failure, disciple, who made you so popular.
Hua Ge is still smiling at this moment to add fuel and vinegar: "Not bad, great poem!"
Hearing President Hua's praise, Wang Yu smiled so much that the corners of his mouth almost reached behind his ears.
This is the praise of the dean of the Academy of Arts, the recognition of the golden generation of Wenqu stars!
He smiled modestly and said: "The dean is absurd, the late student is just talking nonsense, and I will ask the dean to teach me more in the future."
"Hmm." Seeing that Wang Yu kicked his nose up to his face without the grating being pierced, he hummed noncommittally.
"Young Master Wang really has a brilliant literary talent, and he deserves his name as the number one scholar!"
Different from the cheerfulness of the literary examination, the hearts of the martial arts almost sank to the bottom.
This poem is indeed a superb poem, and its quality is enough to pass down the world.
Among the warriors, there are also many people who have a hobby of studying poetry, and they can tell good from bad.
"This poem was written by Wang Yu, and I wrote my name upside down!" Tang Yu was the most annoyed, humming.
He is someone who knows the inside story of Wang Yuwen's champion. If Wang Yu really has such a talent for writing, he can write poems with a glass of wine, why bother to write such an article to seek the champion position?
Immediately, she was about to speak out, but Gu Hongyi held her back: "Don't be impulsive, I have never heard of this poem, whether it was written by Wang Yu or not, you have no evidence to prove that it was not written by Wang Yu."
"Then we can't just sit and watch him bully Brother Mo with plagiarized poems!" Tang Yu looked displeased.
"Wait, this poem!" Gu Hongyi suddenly thought of something, his eyes lit up, and he said, "This is a poem! But the name is "Ode to the Lotus", Mr. Wang, you are not in compliance with the rules."
Tang Yu was overjoyed when he heard the words, and quietly gave Gu Hongyi a thumbs up: "You still have the ability."
Wang Yu's eyelids twitched too. This is indeed a poem called "Plucking Lotus", but he changed the name temporarily to fit the theme he set himself.
Unexpectedly, Gu Hongyi pulled him out.
Just when the martial arts party thought that Wang Yu was about to be at a loss for words.
Wang Yu rolled his eyes, and then smiled and said: "Miss Gu is too serious. Poems and poems are originally one, but the writing format is different. Since Miss Gu thinks that the title of "Ode to the Lotus" is inappropriate, then I will write it next." How about changing it to "Plucking Lotus"?"
""Plucking Lotus" is good. Plucking lotus is more suitable for the theme of this poem. The prince is talented!" Whenever there is a joke, there will be praise. As soon as Wang Yu finished speaking, someone echoed, without giving Gu Hongyi a chance to intervene , just to get down to the fact that it's a good poem.
Seeing this, Gu Hongyi couldn't help sighing in his heart, singing and singing, this problem that was finally caught was covered up again.
Wang Yu secretly remembered the fanboy, thinking that he would have a chance to make a future in the future.
Afterwards, he looked at Mo frivolously: "Mo Shao, what do you think?"
Mo Qingkuang didn't understand poetry, but he could tell from the faces of everyone that this poem was quite good.
But on the surface, I still can't praise, I just nodded reservedly: "Not bad."
"Oh? It's just good. From the looks of it, Brother Mo doesn't appreciate this poem. I think Brother Mo already has a better manuscript, so why don't you show it out for me to appreciate?" Wang Yu frowned. , as long as Mo is frivolous and stubborn, he continues to press hard.
"Yes, I believe Mr. Mo must be an all-rounder in civil and military affairs. Why don't you read out the manuscript and let me learn it later?" The friend who was a fan once again played his role.
Everyone looked at Mo Qingkuang. As soon as "Plucking Lotuses" came out, they were almost sure that Mo Qingkuang had no chance of winning at all. Now they only wanted to see if Mo Qingkuang could write a poem of good quality, so as not to lose face so miserable.
Especially the essay test candidates looked at Mo frivolously with mockery and sympathy.
For Mo Frivolous, they have respect and jealousy.
In the past years, Tianxuan was weak, and the quality of martial arts was not high.
Although the Tianxuan Continent respects martial arts, in fact, in the Tianxuan Empire, the civil examinations are often more prestigious than the martial arts examinations.
Today, Mo frivolously turned out to be the brightest star, and the importance of the essay test was not as great as before, and they also harbored a little jealousy in their hearts.
They will also have a different kind of refreshment to watch this rising star make a fool of himself.
"Plucking Lotus" Liang Wujun of the Southern Dynasties
Original text: Brocade with mixed flowers and tinsel, Luo Yi hanging down the green river. Ask me where I am going now, and go out to pick Jiangnan lotus.
Three thousand miles to the west of Liaoning, there is no reason to send it. I hope you will come back soon, and this lotus will be fresh.
(It’s not that this poem is not as good as Ailian’s, but that the author’s skills are limited, and he doesn’t have the ability to compose a poem that meets the status of the number one scholar. Lightly spray, lightly spray!)
(end of this chapter)