At this time in the room, Yu Xuanji was dressing up in front of the bronze mirror. She would perform a performance later. At this time, her maid Lu Jin was helping her put her hair up. She was not idle and was smiling with her lady. Conversation: "Miss, do you think Mr. Cao is so good at calligraphy all of a sudden? When he was only fourteen years old, he came to Miss Shen to compete with Mr. Shen, but he never showed any talent. He only knew that he was a son of an official. Later, I haven't been here for more than a year. According to outsiders, Mr. Cao was seriously ill at the time, and he was very ill. He often did stupid things, but today, he behaves politely and well, and he is even better at poetry. It’s a little scary.”

"Jin'er, I also feel that Mr. Cao is a different person. I just went out to perform, and he looked at me strangely, as if he didn't recognize me, and he no longer looked like a young boy like before. , apart from staring at me fiercely for a while at the beginning, he never looked at me again. Is it because I have become ugly over the past year?"

After saying that, he covered his face with his hands, causing Lu Jin to laugh sweetly, "If Miss, even you are worried about becoming ugly, wouldn't it mean that most of the women in Jiangning City would not want to live anymore, but Mr. Cao Indeed, he is so outstanding. He is so knowledgeable at a young age and has a good background. Now he has won the Qingfeng Tower. He is simply a handsome young man who is perfect in all aspects."

"Jin'er, have you fallen in love with Mr. Cao? Why don't you say good things to him today?" Yu Xuanji joked with a smile, which made Lu Jin blush. He pouted and decided to ignore his young lady. However, after a while, he Then he joined in and said, "Miss, do you think Mr. Cao will win the third prize in a row in the third round of poetry competition? This is something that has never happened since the founding of the Jinling Poetry Club in Jiangning City, but that person from the capital city will Mr. Yan is also very powerful. I am afraid that in this third round of poetry competition, the leader will be born between these two people. Miss, do you think I am right?"

Yu Xuanji glanced at Lu Jin with a smile, then stretched out a finger as white as peeled onions and tapped the latter's head, "Yes, yes, our Jin'er is smart and good-looking, so of course everything he says is right."

"Miss..." Then came the laughter of the two of them playing around.

In fact, the famous prostitutes in the brothels by the Qinhuai River, especially the top ones and leaders, have learned poetry, singing, dancing, music, chess, calligraphy and painting since they were young. Naturally, they will also admire all kinds of talented people. However, even though they occasionally It became a popular story for a while that a famous prostitute married a scholar simply because she admired his talent, but they were only a very small minority among the very few. Most of the women were married into official families or merchants and became concubines. Some of them were concubines. Those who are more lucky can often die a good death, while those who are unlucky will be oppressed by their main wives, live a miserable life, and die in depression. Or some women consider themselves noble and redeem themselves with the money they have accumulated over the years. I usually work as a prostitute, or work as a teacher in a brothel, teaching the little girls there some music, singing and dancing, to make a living. Other than that, I can only become a Taoist monk and read the Qingdeng Ancient Scroll. A lifetime.

As the leader of Jinfeng Tower, Yu Xuanji is only sixteen or seventeen years old. Unless someone is willing to spend several times the amount of money to redeem her, Jinfeng Tower will not let go of this golden chicken that can only continue to lay eggs in advance. Generally, brothel girls are not willing to redeem themselves until they are in their early 20s. Sometimes Yu Xuanji also wonders whether there is that kind of handsome young man from a good family background and extremely talented and knowledgeable, who is worthy of her lifelong trust. And now, Cao Yi is just that The perfect candidate in her mind, but at this moment, could he, who was praised as an immortal by others, be able to respect her? Thinking of this, she couldn't help but let out a sigh, and no longer thought about putting on makeup, she went out and walked along the corridor towards the door. Behind the gauze curtain, let’s listen to the word competition outside and see which good words come out.

At this time, a woman happened to have obtained a paper excerpting the poems outside. Everyone gathered around and read the paper. The poem was called "Bodhisattva Man".

There is no need to worry about the dim clouds blowing, and the golden cakes are blooming in the high cold. If you go up to the building this evening, you will spend a whole year in autumn.

The sweet-scented osmanthus is fragrant, the mist is cold, and the Wu leaves are shadowed by the west wind. A drunken guest leans on the river bridge, and the clear light worries about the jade flute.

Then I read it again and found that it was signed by Sikong Ye. He was a talented man who had written excellent poems in the first round of poetry competition. He had an excellent evaluation and reputation in Jiangning Fuxue. He was talented and treated people well.

He is neither humble nor arrogant, and he is very capable. The only flaw may be that his family background is relatively poor, so he will never go to a gold-selling cave like Jinfeng Tower, and there will be many elegant stories about talented people and beautiful women.

At this time, Mr. Lu was commenting on this poem for everyone, "The four sentences in the first part describe the mood of waiting for the moon. They are divided into two levels according to the rhyme. The first sentence expresses hope by describing the childish behavior of "hurrying the pipe to blow the dim clouds".

The beauty of the moon's eagerness lies in the word "why". The next sentence, "Golden cakes are blooming in the high cold", describes in detail how the moon breaks through the clouds and appears in the sky. This sentence is adapted from Su Shunqin's "Mid-Autumn New Bridge to the Moon"

Poem: 'The clouds are blooming with golden cakes.'"

Mr. Lu paused for a moment and continued to comment: "The next film is about admiring the moon. It closely adheres to the characteristics of the Mid-Autumn moon. It depicts the Mid-Autumn moon night from all angles. "Osmanthus fragrant and the mist is cold" is half

A pun that is both false and half true. There is no need to say more about the true one; for the false one, it is written as laurel in the moon. When combined with the "high cold" in the film, it is natural to think of legendary stories such as the laurel tree in Guanghan Palace, which makes people endlessly daydream...

"

After Mr. Lu made his comments, he would highlight the highlights one by one. He was already very knowledgeable, and he was deliberately open-minded when commenting. He quoted from other sources and spoke eloquently. Although he was not flattering, the poem itself was excellent.

, received a sufficiently high rating.

"Thank you, Teacher Meng, for your comments!" Sikong Ye bowed his head and thanked him. In fact, Mr. Lu is the direct lecturer and supervisor of Jiangning Fu School, Lu Meng, who is in charge of Jiangning Fu School. Therefore, it is not an exaggeration to call him Master Meng by most of the students here.

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Kuang Gong and Magistrate Yang also discussed it at the beginning, and felt that this piece must be among the top three in tonight's Ci Tao competition.

Yan Shu turned his head and looked at Cao Yi. The two seemed to be communicating with each other with their eyes, who was going first and who was last. But after a while, Yan Shu stood up first. The originally lively scene instantly became quiet.

, as if there was an inexplicable aura that suppressed the atmosphere of Yan Yan's laughter before, Yan Shu said clearly: "Uncle Tong also occasionally got a Mid-Autumn Festival poem before, and I will bring it out today to cheer everyone up. If there is any problem,

If you have any good points, please don’t hesitate to teach me.”

There was originally a person sitting next to the desk. When he saw Yan Shu approaching, he quickly stepped aside. Yan Shu stood in front of the desk with his eyes closed attentively. No one dared to make a sound to disturb him. After a while, Yan Shu opened his eyes and picked up his pen.

Swish.

After finishing writing, he picked up the paper in his hand, nodded to Cao Yi who was looking at him, and then handed it to Yang Zhifu and others respectfully: "Yang Gong, Lu Gong, Kuang Gong, this poem is written by Tong Shuxian

This is for the teacher, and it is also dedicated to the three elders. Please give me some advice."

"Oh, then I have to take a good look at it for Zhang Zhibai!" Yang Zhifu took it with a smile and read it in a measured tone:

"The golden duck incense burner... rises the auspicious smoke... and starts the feast with a wonderful dance. The red strings are moved by the music of spring, and the fine wine is poured... and the boats are filled with wine..."

Magistrate Yang himself is a great scholar in the literary world. At this time, he recited Yan Shu's poems carefully according to the rhythm of "Yan Gui Liang". He recited it vividly and vividly, which immediately put people into the joyful atmosphere of the Mid-Autumn Festival. It was quite similar to today's Jinling Poetry Fair.

for similarity.

"On the fifth day of the Mid-Autumn Festival, the wind is clear and the dew is refreshing, and it is like an early cool day. The peach blossoms bloom for a thousand years. I wish you longevity and be better than the gods!"

"May you live longer than the gods!" After Magistrate Yang finished reciting, he murmured the last sentence and nodded repeatedly. After a long while, he sighed, "I'm a little envious of Zhang Zhibai. He really has a good disciple.

Ah! Good! Good! Good!”

After saying hello three times in a row, Magistrate Yang handed the piece of paper in his hand to Kuang Gong who could no longer hold himself back. He sat there feeling a little sulky secretly. Zhang Zhibai had been fighting with me since he was a child. He had been competing with me since he was a child.

There was a competition to see who had the best academic skills and who was the best official when he was a senior. Now he is showing off his disciples in front of me. It really pisses me off. He wants to suppress me at every turn! Where else can I find a disciple who is similar to Yan Shu now?

Come?

But then I thought to myself, isn't there just Cao Yi in front of me? No matter what, he can't go to Bianjing Imperial College now. After all, I am also the prefect of Jiangning Prefecture, in charge of all the affairs of the prefecture. Although Jiangning Prefecture School is Lu

He is a public supervisor, but he can barely be said to have come under my supervision, Yang Jue. Haha, Mr. Zhibai, how long can you be proud of yourself?
Chapter completed!