Chapter 1225 Want to See Jiangnan

As for the poems with "Jiangnan" as the theme, there are so many words that it is extremely difficult to write new ideas.

What's even more troublesome is that Song Bieqing's "Recalling Jiangnan" is a rare six-character quatrain, which is a great test of one's skills.

The "Three Hundred Meng Poems" selects classics from the time when the Holy Court had written texts. It just so happens that Song Bieqing's "Jiangnan" is talking about Jiangnan on Jiannan Road.

With this title, Xu Yi obviously took advantage, because Mr. Yun probably just knew that there was Jiangnan on Jiannan Road and didn't even know about it.

Therefore, the second-level star official just revealed the subject and caused a sensation.

Third Young Master Yun looked calm and unmoved, "Since your poems have already been written, let's not waste time. How about we compete for a quarter of a stick of incense each time? It will be enough for you." ”

Xu Yi said, "Guests are at your leisure. Third Young Master invites you."

Third Young Master Yun sneered, grabbed the jade case that had been paved with the four treasures of the study, grabbed the wolf hair, and immediately rows of elven-like words fell on the noisy white paper, "The wind has stopped crying, and the rain is coming. The ants are intoxicated, it is really not peaceful, the north of the world looks like the south."

As soon as these words came out, the whole place was silent, and then, earth-shattering cheers broke out.

"With such eagerness and poetic talent, he is worthy of being the crown prince of the Yun Family of Poetry. His talent is astounding and stunning!"

"It's not simple, it's really not simple. There is no Jiangnan in the whole text, but it is all about Jiangnan. Mr. Yun has never been to Jiangnan for some time, but he only brought the whole poem to life with the help of the two famous Jiangnan scenic spots, Miaowudu and Zhanyilin. !”

"If it were just to create an animal image, it wouldn't be considered an amazing talent. The key is that Third Young Master Yun actually used it to fight against the ants in the ant forest, and it worked. The wind is blowing, the crows are not over, and the rain is coming, and the ants are in full swing. It's really wonderful. A wonderful sentence!"

"The first two sentences are indeed good, but the last two sentences are even better. It is really true that the north is the south. Savor it carefully, and it has a long meaning. As the saying goes: That is also right and wrong, and this is also right and wrong. Just like when a person looks at the outside, and the outside is in the center, when looking east, he looks west, and when looking south, he looks north. When the outside and body are mixed, the mind should be confused. It is a rare aphorism to be clear about worldly affairs and well-versed in human feelings!"

"………………"

The whole place cheered continuously, Xu Yi tasted it secretly, and was deeply surprised. Yun Sanjie had just arrived, which surprised him.

"You deserve it. You are asking for trouble. Comparing poems with someone named Yun. Let's see how you deal with it. No matter how you deal with it, you must not lose me... Princess Yinqiu's face. If you really can't do it, just say Princess Yinqiu." There are no poems with the theme of Jiangnan. No matter what, Princess Yinqiu cannot be humiliated."

Mr. Xu in the curtain conveyed his thoughts again. She was really anxious.

It doesn't matter that she doesn't have a literary name. What matters is that Xu Yi made a nonsense and arranged it on her head, making her lose face and turn her into a joke. That is more terrible than death.

Xu Yi accepted her intention, but ignored her.

Third Young Master Yun looked at him and said, "Well, practice is almost done. Haven't you chosen from Princess Yinqiu's hundreds of poems yet? Or Princess Yinqiu hasn't written any poems related to He Jiangnan at all. Want to No, let’s change the subject again, I’m in a good mood today and I’m happy to accompany you.”

Xu Yi said, "I'm afraid I will disappoint the Third Young Master, but I was thinking that since it is a gambling game, I should set a bet. This high-grade water spirit stone is a gift from His Highness the Crown Prince to the princess. If the Third Young Master loses , His Royal Highness may have to exchange for a new gift, and come to find Princess Yinqiu in person to make a decision."

Xu Yi had clearly changed his mind. He didn't say anything about bets just now, let alone bet this high-grade water spirit stone. The reason he was explaining openly now was just to force Third Young Master Yun.

He was very good at understanding the thoughts of young nobles like Third Young Master Yun. He was sure that at this moment, even if he secretly changed his mind, Third Young Master Yun would never be able to win over him and break up with him.

"Threatening, bluffing! Very good, Yun has agreed to this bet. If I lose, this high-grade water spirit stone will be given to Princess Yinqiu. If you lose, you will become a slave in my Yun family. Princess Yinqiu, do you dare to respond?"

Mr. Yunsong said coldly.

It was not as Xu Yi thought that he agreed to the bet because of face issues and fear of not being able to stand up, but he did not take Xu Yi or Princess Yinqiu seriously at all.

There's nothing wrong with agreeing to a bet that's bound to win.

Young Master Xu inside the curtain was about to speak when he heard Xu Yi say, "The Third Young Master is so forgetful. Since Princess Yinqiu has given me full authority to speak for you, I will naturally be the one to make the decision. This way the bet is settled."

After that, Xu Yi grabbed the wolf hair and started writing on the noisy paper. Rows of steep and tall thin gold characters stood tall on the paper like pines, "The willow leaves are singing in the dark green, and the lotus is red in the sunset." . Thirty-six pipes of smoke and water, I want to see the south of the Yangtze River."

With a click, the Lingxijue in the palm of Mr. Xu in the curtain fell to the ground, and a pair of beautiful eyes shot out with astonishing splendor.

When Xu Yi started writing, Young Master Yun took three steps back, his eyes blankly staring at the white paper full of pines.

There was a dead silence in the whole place. If the poems of Master Yun were enough to make people applaud, they could also loudly analyze the beauty of his poems.

Xu Yi's song completely led people into a wonderful artistic conception, and then they fell silent in the long feeling of sadness, unable to extricate themselves and making judgments.

"No, this poem was not written by Princess Yinqiu. Princess Yinqiu is so young, how could she have the emotion of Prime Minister Bai when she saw Jiangnan? To view people through poetry, this poem must be written by an old man who has gone through many vicissitudes of life."

A middle-aged man in purple robes shouted loudly. He was the envoy of the Yun family, second only to the third Young Master Yun.

"What did the Third Young Master say?"

Xu Yi smiled and said, "It seems like your people have helped me determine the outcome."

The middle-aged man in purple robe suddenly darkened his face, and secretly screamed that it was bad. He questioned the author of the poem aloud, making it clear that he was admitting his hypocrisy: "I want to see the south of the Yangtze River when I grow old" rather than "seeing the north of the world as the south".

Otherwise, if the latter was inferior to the former, he would not have any doubts.

Third Young Master Yun's face froze, turned pale, and then turned red. "I am also very curious about the original author of this poem." It was clear that he was following the words of the middle-aged man in purple robe.

Speaking unintentionally, especially when commenting on one's own poems, speaking against one's conscience was something that Third Young Master Yun was extremely disdainful of.

But now, he has capsized in the gutter, so what if he doesn't go against his will? Could he really admit that this is the work of Princess Yinqiu and export the high-grade water spirit stone?

He would rather bear the infamy than bear such a heavy loss.

Third Young Master Yun knew that if today's words were spread, his reputation would be greatly damaged.

Sure enough, as soon as Mr. Yun finished speaking, the whole audience burst into sneers.

Even the beautiful women who had previously pursued him showed their disdain, and even whispered, privately criticizing the two works. Although their voices were small, they still reached his ears.

Third Young Master Yun shook his head repeatedly, wishing he could shake the sound like a poisonous sword out of his ears.