The Young Master Is Fierce Chapter 62: The Mid-Autumn Poetry Festival will be held again

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The eight Imperial College supervisors on the second floor were also forming a circle at this moment.

"As soon as this word comes out, it must be the leader."

"May we live forever and share the beauty of the moon thousands of miles apart... Fu Xiaoguan is indeed a great talent!"

“You can only write such beautiful poems if you have a deep groove in your chest. I will have a good time reading that Dream of Red Mansions when I go back.”

"Everyone, send it up."

"Wait for me to make a copy."

"Copied together."

……

According to the practice of the Lanting Autumn Poetry Meeting in previous years, at the end of the poetry meeting, three poems from A, ten poems from A, thirty poems from A, and a hundred poems from B were posted on the wall of Lanting Pavilion. .

It's only Hai hour now, and there's still about an hour left.

Yan Xiwen and others are still sitting in the wooden pavilion waiting for the news of the announcement. Among the six of them, they have now received the news that the poems written by three of them have been submitted to the third floor.

This is the final round.

These three people are Yan Xiwen, Fang Wenxing and An Liuyue.

"I don't know if Fu Xiaoguan's poems are qualified to be delivered to the third floor." An Liuyue was looking forward to it. He had also watched A Dream of Red Mansions and knew the name Fu Xiaoguan. He was a fanatical admirer of his sister. .

"Don't underestimate it. I understand Shulan's temperament. She wouldn't do this without some confidence." Yan Xiwen said calmly.

“I really don’t believe that Linjiang really produced a great writer like him. The poems written by the three of us are on the third floor. Brother Yan’s poems can definitely be rated as top-notch, even if he has that ability. That is to say, it is a tie, and if two of us are rated as top, we should win."

Yan Xiwen nodded, and a thought flashed through his mind - what if Fu Xiaoguan's words were inscribed on a thousand monuments... This was of course impossible, and he quickly gave up the idea.

Yu Wenyun and Dong Shulan took their maids to a painting boat. They sat on the bow of the boat and drank some small dishes.

The boat floats on Weiyang Lake, and a full moon is reflected in the lake, which is very bright. One night, the wind blew gently, blowing the two people's long hair, and also wrinkled the autumn water of the lake, and the moon rippled in the water, becoming blurred.

The atmosphere is a little awkward. My former best friend is now attracted to one person. If it were an ordinary woman, there would be a way to solve it, but one of them is Her Royal Highness the Ninth Princess, so this matter has become a difficult knot.

Dong Shulan spoke first: "Your Highness, what exactly is the second couplet?"

"It's really annoying if you call me that."

Dong Shulan looked at the swaying moon shadow in the water, smiled lightly, and said, "I thought the most difficult thing to deal with was my mother's case."

Yu Wenyun was silent for a long time, "Has he told you?"

"Sent together with the poem."

Yu Wenyun was silent again. She threw a candied fruit into her mouth, chewed it carefully, and after a long time, she said, "It seems like he likes you."

"Then can your Highness show your favor?"

Dong Shulan looked at Yu Wenyun with a hint of aggression in his eyes.

"Shulan, are we best friends?"

"We grew up together, were enlightened together, and studied in the academy together." Dong Shulan looked at the lake again, as if he had returned to the past, "I often go to the palace to play with you, and you occasionally leave the palace to come to my house. Then We had nothing to argue about, and our friendship was extremely pure. We would tell each other everything we had in mind. I miss that time very much. ”

"Me too, I've been thinking about this for a long time. The last time I came back from Linjiang, I just thought that Fu Xiaoguan is really a good person. Shulan, you are very discerning. I don't want to argue with you, even if I once said that I robbed him, which was also a joke. But this time when I went to Linjiang, when he really made that couplet, Shulan, I won't lie to you, I really fell in love with him. I can’t tell why, maybe it’s his talent, maybe it’s his attitude towards life.”

The atmosphere was solemn again. After a while, Yu Wenyun said: "The couplet is like this: colorful clouds in the sky, colorful clouds in the sky, colorful clouds in the sky, colorful clouds in the sky, clouds in the sky for thousands of years, clouds in the sky for thousands of years."

Dong Shulan held his knees with his hands and looked up at the moon, thinking that he was the only one in the world who could write such a beautiful couplet.

"Shulan, I don't want to be like the second and fourth sisters in the future. Although Fu Xiaoguan is full of poems and books, he has no big ideals. He said he just wants to be a small landowner, and the prince-in-law is an idler and cannot enter. I like him as an official, but he also likes to be an idler. Can you... let him go?"

Dong Shulan withdrew her gaze and looked at Yu Wenyun, her eyes calm.

"Have you ever asked him if he likes you?"

Yu Wenyun was stunned for a long time. Yes, neither his mother-in-law nor himself seemed to have thought about this issue.

So, does Fu Xiaoguan like himself?

If he liked himself, why would he tell Dong Shulan about going to Linzhou?

If he doesn't like himself and forcefully summons him with a will, what's the difference between him and the second sister and the fourth sister?

Yu Wenyun felt sad, and after a long time, he asked with a guilty conscience: "Then...does he like you?"

Dong Shulan smiled lightly and nodded.

"Xiaoqi, bring a pen and paper."

Dong Shulan wrote the word "Shui Diao Ge Tou" on the paper, handed it to Yu Wenyun, and said: "This is the word he wrote to me. It is to leave his name on the Thousand Steles. Take a look. ”

"When will the bright moon come? Ask the sky for wine..."

"..."

"... I hope that people will live forever and share the beauty of the moon thousands of miles apart"

Yu Wenyun took a deep breath and slowly closed his eyes.

So, how can I make him fall in love with me?

Yu Wenyun did not retreat, she actually faced the difficulties! This was something Dong Shulan had never expected.

……

On the third floor of Lanting Pavilion.

The moon is bright outside the window, and there is no sound at the moment.

Qin Bingzhong stood in front of the window, stroking his long beard, thinking that in the world, that boy was the only one who had the talent to write this water-melody song.

The five people have no objection. This word is the first Mid-Autumn Festival in the past. Shangguan Wenxiu even said that once this word came out, there would be no Mid-Autumn Festival in the world.

It’s not that the Mid-Autumn Festival is gone, but that poems with the Mid-Autumn Festival as its theme will probably never be surpassed.

"I propose that this word should be on the sixth line of the word "A" on Thousand Steles."

"I propose this word to the third line of the word A Thousand Steles."

"Is it possible that Mr. Jiang thought that this word could overshadow the great scholar Xiang Wenfeng of the previous dynasty?"

"Li Gong, the rule of thousands of steles and stones is that you only read the article and don't ask about your identity."

"What do you think, Duke Qin?" Shangguan Wenxiu asked.

"The junior official and I have been friends for many years, so we have to avoid suspicion."

"So, I propose that this word be the best among thousands of stone tablets!"

I was suddenly stunned.

"Everyone carefully tastes this word, and after burning a stick of incense, vote."

……

On the 15th day of August, Lanting Pavilion published a list.

The three people on the top of the list are Yan Xiwen first, Fang Wenxing second, and Shi Yiming third!

There is no name Fu Xiaoguan.

Yan Xiwen was overjoyed and smiled brightly at Dong Shulan, who had returned: "He lost."

"From now on, Fu Xiaoguan is not allowed to step foot in Beijing, and I ask Miss Dong to inform me."

"How can a place near the river be compared with Shangjing!"

"I'll just say he is a wasted person!"

"..."