Carefree Scholar Chapter 24: Impact diffusion
The homeland is hard to leave after all. On the night of Qixi Festival, others are busy arranging a girl to fish for a good man, but Li Yi is unable to control himself because he misses his hometown, and tears are streaming down his face.
I have missed enough, and I have to continue to live. What will happen in the future? I don't want to think about these questions for the time being. How to bring the whole family to a well-off life is the question Li Yi should think about at this stage.
"He said that the pain in the wind and rain is nothing, wipe away the tears, don't be afraid, at least we still have dreams..."
, the little maid who was worried about my uncle, hid secretly outside the window listening to the corner, until the strange singing in the house gradually disappeared, the little girl looked up, her heart felt a little relieved, and she was ready to return to her room to sleep.
The sky is full of stars. As time enters midnight, the lively atmosphere in Willow Village gradually fades.
A little farther away, the girl with a sword leaned on a thick willow tree with a few people in her arms. She sensed the gradual and steady breathing in the room not far away, slowly exhaled a turbid breath, and her figure disappeared. in the dark.
At this time, Li Yi, who had already reunited with his homeland in a beautiful dream, didn’t know it. Because of his unintentional actions, an invisible wave somewhere in the distance gradually set off...
gaze back into the painting boat.
When the two young scholars walked into the cabin, their expressions were still a bit trance, as if they had suffered a major blow in their lives. At this time, people were already nearby.
"Brother Fang, what happened?"
"How does Ruoqing judge her?"
"The first name of the Qixi Festival tonight, Brother Fang is afraid this time to show off in front of Miss Ruoqing?"
"It goes without saying that this poem by Brother Fang is considered a masterpiece at Bi Xuan Zhaowen and other large-scale poems."
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just after some competition, the talented man named Fang Zhou overwhelmed everyone with a great Qixi poem and won the first name of the poetry club, and everyone praised him.
That poem is indeed a good product, even if it is placed in the large-scale poem meetings that have received the most attention tonight, it will not be buried.
When someone sorts out the most brilliant poems of the poems tonight, and compiles them into a book, Ark’s poems may also be on the list. At that time, I am afraid that they will become famous.
I just saw him take it out and ask Girl Ruoqing to comment on it. When I came back now, everyone came forward and asked.
If I heard the praise from everyone just now, the scholar named Ark would definitely be used, but at the moment he only felt the inexplicable irony, and said with a bitter smile: "You guys should not mention the first name. Fang A certain word is really not worthy of these two words."
"Hey, Brother Fang is too self-effacing..."
"It's extremely, when it comes to Qixi Ci, no one in the field can compare to the upper brother."
When everyone heard the words, they all smiled and spoke, only when he was speaking of self-effacement, that Ark just shook his head and smiled bitterly, his face was extremely embarrassed, at this moment, everyone also discovered his abnormality, and the atmosphere finally began to change somewhat.
"Could it be that Brother Fang has seen a better poem?"
The scholar surnamed Fang gave a wry smile, then nodded, took a few steps forward, walked to a table, and slowly said: "Just now I heard Girl Ruoqing chant another Qixi poem, everyone Just take a look."
With a stroke of the pen, three large characters have appeared on the white paper.
Queqiaoxian.
As a line of words were laid out from the scholars surnamed Fang, the noise gradually disappeared in the ship hall, and only the sound of the scholars' breathing gradually increased.
When the last sentence of the whole word falls, the surrounding area is quiet, and the needles can be heard.
After a while, there was a huge uproar that flooded the room.
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"Li Yi..." When the singer and the beautiful woman walked down the stairs, they murmured the name in their mouths, and then turned around and asked: "Does Ruoqing know this talent?"
The beautiful woman has been thinking about this issue in her heart. She shook her head and said: "I have never heard of it before, but if you and I can pick up the lantern, it must be a talented person nearby, but this name is... Unfamiliar tight."
"The level of an ordinary talented person, I am afraid that I will not be able to write such a good poem in this life, is it one of those few?" A look of doubt appeared on the singer's face, and then several names were said.
These people are all very well-known talents in Qing'an Prefecture. They have profound knowledge in poetry, and several poems have been widely recited.
"Not to mention the different names, just this handwriting..." The woman named Ruoqing shook her head, after a while, she finally said: "This handwriting alone is not something that ordinary talents can write."
There is one more sentence she hid in her heart and didn’t say it. With her poetic quality, she can naturally see that even the few people mentioned by the singer just now are far from being able to make such a thing. Words.
After a while, the two of them arrived at the door of the ship hall. The singer opened the door, and the two of them stepped into the door. Suddenly, the atmosphere was a bit weird. When they looked up, they found that the hall was quiet and terrifying, no longer the scene of talking about it. Everyone looked at them with a strange look.
Both women were shocked, not knowing what happened.
At this moment, I saw the scholar surnamed Fang step forward, smiled bitterly at the beautiful woman, raised his hand and clasped his fist and said, "Ms. Ruoqing, once this song "The Magpie Bridge Fairy" is released, I will be afraid. No need to write Qixi poems anymore."
"I never thought that Miss Ruoqing was such a talented woman, disrespectful and disrespectful!"
"With such a talent, why hide it before?"
"This kind of talent makes me feel guilty for waiting for a man!"
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Although women's status is not very high in today's era, those talented women who are not weaker than them, or even far superior to them, can still be respected by these scholars.
At this time, the beautiful women probably understood why they did this behavior, and quickly said: "You may be mistaken, this song "The Magpie Bridge Fairy" is not..."
"Hey, why girl Ruoqing should be self-effacing, Brother Fang and Brother Wu have both heard it just now."
"Yes, I'm afraid I won't be able to make such words and sentences in my life~IndoMTL.com~ No need to shirk anymore..."
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Seeing that everyone didn’t seem to believe their explanation, a wry smile appeared on the woman’s face, she reached out her hand and pressed it down, and when her voice became smaller, she said, "If I said this poem fell from the sky Come down, I happened to find it, do you believe me?"
The surrounding atmosphere was quiet for a moment, and then someone laughed.
"Hehe, the girl laughed..."
Everyone looked at the beautiful woman with a strange look, and there was a look on your face that you don’t treat us as fools.
If such handed down poems can be dropped from the sky casually, then what do they need these talents to do, it is better to go home and farm the land honestly and do some poems...
The beautiful woman can only laugh bitterly when she sees this, and takes out the sky-praying lantern that she has just picked up.
Not long after, a paper letter raft was passed between two painted boats on the river. After being picked up, it spread out like snow flakes.
This is the usual practice in the past. For such a large festival, if a poem will produce a great poem, it will be used to communicate with other people to correct it, and it will be passed around in many poems, and wait until dawn. , Someone will extract ten poems with the highest voices, compile them into a book, and name them "A Collection of Qixi Poems" or something.
For a long time in the future, these poems will become the must-have golden tunes in the brothel music hall, and they will spread quickly.
Tonight, a Qixi poem named "The Magpie Bridge Fairy" spread in this way across both sides of the Yuanshui River, causing quite a stir.
At this time, the scholar named Li Yi in Liuye Village suddenly felt cold in his sleep, frowned unconsciously, wrapped the quilt tightly, turned over and continued to sleep.