Chapter 106

There was silence in the hall.

Just listen to the sweet voice of the dancing girl saying: "Thousands of trees are about to break due to the cold, but the solitary root is warm and warm. In the deep snow in the front village, a branch bloomed last night. The wind carries the fragrance, and the birds take a look at the beautiful scenery. Next year will be like the law, first of all Fawangchuntai."

After reading, everyone in the audience was quiet for a while.

After the taste came over, there were bursts of applause and praise: "What a poem! What a poem!"

"Miss Wuyi, I wonder who wrote this poem?"

someone asked.

The oiran smiled sweetly, with a look of amazement in her eyes. She glanced at the rice paper in her hand and said, "This piece is ranked third for the time being. It was written by Song Zixi, a young lady from the Song family."

"Hey! It's Miss Song!"

"This poem has clear language and clear conception. It is a rare good poem, but it is only ranked third?"

"Miss Wuyi, stop being so pretentious and read the next two poems quickly!"

Everyone's faces were full of surprise, and they started talking and urging.

Song Zixi stood with the girls who were upstairs just now, with a smile on her face. She said "very satisfied" with herself in third place, but in fact she felt a little dissatisfied. She looked at the stage and waited. Play the following two songs.

Several other girls nearby were also fighting against him.

Window seat.

Qin Weimo said softly: "Brother-in-law, Zi Xi's poem is actually very good. If it were a normal poetry meeting, he might be able to win first place. But today..."

Having said this, she turned to look at the young man beside her, with a smile in her beautiful eyes, and said softly: "My brother-in-law is here today,"

Before Luo Qingzhou could reply, a cold snort suddenly came from beside him: "I'm still here today!"

Luo Qingzhou's mouth twitched and he continued to look at the stage.

Qin Weimo also quickly looked away from him, quietly stuck out her tongue, and looked at the stage.

Song Ruyue looked coldly and glared at the two of them fiercely.

At this time, under the cheering and urging of everyone in the audience, the oiran Wuyi on the stage finally started to read the second piece.

"The true state of washing makeup is not to be a flower. There is a leaning branch outside the bamboo, thinking of a beautiful woman. It is cold and the sun is setting. There is no fragrance anywhere in the courtyard at dusk, the wind is gentle, and the snow is hanging down, let alone Jiangtou Road."

As soon as everyone heard it, they knew that this was a small poem with the word card "Sudden Mountain Brook".

There is also Xiaque.

Wuyi paused for a moment, then continued to recite in a sweet voice: "There are sparse shadows by the moon, and I dream about the place where my soul disappears. When the plum blossoms are about to turn yellow, they must be harvested again, and the thin and drizzly rain will fall. For a lonely life, there will be no love and sorrow, and I will lose weight, Dongyang is also , I wonder if Hua knows?"

"Good words!"

As soon as the oiran finished speaking, there was an old man in a Confucian shirt in the audience, clapped his hands and praised: "The pen and ink are clear and euphemistic, and the brushwork is delicate. It not only praises the fragrance and pride of plum blossoms, but also expresses the author's admiration for the noble plum blossoms." Love...a good word! This word deserves to be number one!"

Everyone else tasted it and praised it.

"Miss Wuyi, who wrote this word?"

someone asked.

Wu Yi smiled and said, "This poem was written by Mr. Su Jiang'an."

"Sure enough! As soon as I heard the taste of this little poem, it must be Brother Su!"

A scholar laughed.

Many people looked at the handsome man in the crowd who was wearing a long gown and looking melancholy.

He is none other than Su Jiang'an, a very talented man from Mocheng who often looks melancholy.

It seemed that nothing in this world could make him happy.

I heard that even if you go to a brothel to have fun with a woman, you will still look sad.

"Miss Wuyi, Brother Su's song "Sudden Mountain Brook" ranks first?"

"If it's this one, we are indeed convinced."

"We are convinced of Brother Su's talent. This little poem is indeed a masterpiece."

Everyone spoke out one after another.

Window seat.

Song Ruyue couldn't help but snorted coldly, with a hint of disdain at the corner of her mouth.

Qin Weimo turned to look at her, with a smile in her eyes, and whispered: "Mother, this poem is indeed a masterpiece, don't you like it?"

Song Ruyue rolled her eyes and ignored her.

On the stage, Oiran Wuyi said with a smile: "Wait a moment, everyone, there is one last song, which happens to be a small poem. After the little lady has finished reading, it will not be too late for everyone to come and discuss it again."

"Read! Read quickly!"

Some are impatient and can no longer bear it.

Everyone was surprised, could there be a better song than this one?

Su Jiangan's eyes were also fixed on the stage.

Wuyi spread out the rice paper in her hand, looked down at the pen and ink on the paper, with a hint of amazement in her eyes. After a pause, Fang Qingqing read: "Wind and rain send spring back, and flying snow welcomes spring. There are already hundreds of feet of ice on the cliff, but there are still beautiful flowers and branches. .

As soon as Shangque came out, everyone in the audience fell silent.

The momentum hits the face, and the picture emerges spontaneously.

This word is not simple!

Wuyi paused and continued to read: "Qiao doesn't fight for spring, she only repays spring when it comes... When the mountain flowers are in full bloom, she laughs in the bushes."

As soon as Xiaque came out, the whole hall was silent.

Several respected elders in the literary world in the background had already read this poem and were full of praise for it. At this time, when they heard the oiran reciting it, they felt a lot of emotions in their hearts. They all recited it silently in their hearts with mixed feelings.

The words are not gorgeous, but they have a passionate momentum.

Just a few words can make people feel excited and heroic, making it difficult to calm down for a long time.

Everyone had their own excitement after listening to it.

"Good words! These are really good words!"

The old scholar who had been praising Su Jiangan's poem just now had a shocked expression on his face, and his voice was so excited that his voice was trembling: "Miss Wuyi, tell me quickly, who wrote this divination calculation? Someone who can make such astonishing words is an extraordinary person!”

Others were also impressed, amazed and full of praise.

Even Su Jiangan, who looked melancholy, couldn't help but hit his palms with a folding fan and praised in a low voice: "Good words, good words..."

Those talented women also looked at each other and whispered excitedly.

"I don't know who can say such good things!"

While everyone was marveling and talking, Song Ruyue snorted in a low voice from the window seat.

Qin Weimo turned to look at her, smiled slightly and said, "Mother, my brother-in-law did it, don't you think so?"

"Ho ho."

Song Ruyue snorted and said with a cold face: "It's just a matter of course."

Qin Weimo pursed her lips, then turned to look at the boy next to her, and whispered: "Brother-in-law, mother is praising you. As long as mother says these two words, she will be convinced."

"Hmph! What are you whispering about again?"

Song Ruyue snorted coldly.

Qin Weimo held back her laughter, did not dare to say anything more, and looked towards the stage.

In the corner of the hall, Tang Jiasong looked lost.

On the stage, Oiran Wuyi smiled and announced the answer: "The author of this divination poem, Yuan Yongmei, is named Yue Mo. After discussion with several seniors backstage, in this first competition, this poem should get the third place. One, I wonder if you have any different opinions?"

"Yue Mo? Who is this person?"

"Miss Wuyi, this poem is the first, so naturally we are convinced. Not to mention the first place in this competition, even if it is the whole competition tonight, I believe that this poem is definitely the first! But, I don't know what this is. Who is Wei Yuemo? We have never heard of this person’s name?”

"Yes, Miss Wuyi, we don't know whether it's a boy or a girl yet."

"Judging from the name, she should be a woman. Tsk tsk, this girl is not simple. I don't know if she is from our Mocheng or from somewhere else. This talent is definitely not unknown!"

Everyone was talking excitedly and curiously, urging Wu Yi on the stage to tell who the person was and where he was.

Wu Yi could only raise the rice paper in her hand and said to the audience: "Miss Yue Mo, can you come out and let everyone get to know you?"

As soon as this statement came out, the audience immediately fell silent.

It turns out that the oiran didn't know who the other party was.

Everyone turned their heads, you looked at me, I looked at you, all looking for him in the crowd.

Who could it be?

But no one in the hall responded.

Wuyi had no choice but to say loudly: "Miss Yuemo, can you come out for a moment? In this first competition, you won the first place. According to the rules, you should go on stage to say a few words. If it is inconvenient for you to come out, You can send a maid or someone else to the backstage. Several seniors want to see you, is that okay?"

There was silence in the hall.

Everyone looked at each other.

After a while, there was still no response.

"You didn't leave after composing this poem, right?"

"It's very possible that he went to his room to rest."

Seeing this, Wu Yi had no choice but to put away the rice paper in her hand and said, "Everyone, please wait a moment. The little girl needs to go backstage first."

After saying that, he left in a hurry.

The hall suddenly became noisy, everyone was guessing who the Yue Mo girl was.

And at this time.

Song Ruyue, who was sitting on the seat, couldn't help but smile quietly.

Qin Weimo didn't dare to tease her anymore, and his eyes were full of smiles.

At this time, a girl in a blue dress came over with a half-smile expression on her face.

Qin Weimo saw her and whispered: "Brother-in-law, Zixi should have guessed it."

Luo Qingzhou looked at the girl approaching.

Song Zixi came over, looked at him deeply first, then greeted Song Ruyue respectfully, then walked to Qin Weimo and whispered: "Weimo, what you did was still ..."

Having said this, she glanced at the boy next to her again.

Qin Weimo smiled and said, "I don't know either."

Of course she wouldn't admit it.

Among the crowd, only Tang Jiasong knew clearly, but remained silent.

"Anyway, I know it's you."

Song Zixi smiled and whispered: "Weimo, if he is your brother-in-law, tonight is a good opportunity. If he becomes famous and gets acquainted with the seniors in the literary world behind him, the future will be good. There is no need to keep hiding him since he has gone too long. Do you want him to be an unknown and looked-down son-in-law for the rest of his life?"

Qin Weimo said nothing, looking softly at the young man beside him.

Luo Qingzhou also looked at her.

The two looked at each other, then immediately looked away.

Qin Weimo looked away and said softly: "Zixi, that word was not written by my brother-in-law. You misunderstood."

Seeing this, Song Zixi smiled and said nothing more. He leaned close to her ear and whispered: "It's up to you, just keep hiding it. He is your brother-in-law anyway, not mine. If he is looked down upon by others, "It's you who feel sorry for me, not me. I'm leaving, so I won't disturb your sister-in-law and brother-in-law's flirting."

After that, he left with a smile.

Qin Weimo's cheeks turned slightly red and he glanced at the figure next to him.

Luo Qingzhou looked at the stage as if he didn't hear the ridicule.

At this time, Oiran Mai came onto the stage and announced the start of the second competition.

Only then did everyone become quiet.

Tang Jiasong frowned and hesitated in the crowd. After struggling and thinking for a long time, he still clenched the folding fan in his hand, made up his mind, and walked towards the Qin family mother and daughter.

Seeing him coming, Luo Qingzhou moved his body and approached Miss Qin Er, blocking his sight.

Qin Weimo saw it, his eyebrows moved slightly, the corners of his mouth also moved slightly, and his eyes were shimmering.

But this subtle expression was still discovered by the sharp Song Ruyue on the side, who sneered in a low voice: "Look how happy you are."

The girl lowered her head, her eyelashes drooped, and her face was slightly red.

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