She recognized one of the girls around Li Xingzhou because she had met at poetry meetings in previous years. The number one queen of Kyoto, Lianshan, was also the granddaughter of Wang Yue, the prime minister of the dynasty.

She was always so dazzling, but now she was sitting quietly beside the beast, completely shy and ladylike. That bastard was not only cruel in his methods, but also had the ability to deceive women.

Below, there were a group of talented men and women talking about poetry and lyrics. From time to time, someone stood up and said politely two sentences such as "I got a poem", "I have it and have it" or "How to write it like this". Then he read out the words that he had been thinking about for a long time, which attracted a lot of praise and evaluation.

In this way, there are always lyrics sent to the high platform one after another.

Yongyue Pavilion is not as good as outside, and it is not something that dares to hand it up. If it makes a joke, it will be ridiculed by the whole capital. Moreover, these are trivial matters. What is important is that it will be embarrassing in front of the powerful and powerful elders.

Fame can be eaten as a meal, this sentence is true...

The next person gave him some poems and there was no eye-catching work. It was just a few knowledge that everyone thought about, and there was no need to let them sing.

During this rest, Yin Yin looked at her and whispered: "Sister Shiyu often goes to the Daguan Mansion? Oh, what am I talking about? My little sister has lost her words. Why do you often go...hehe."

"The saint said that the dead are like this, and they are reluctant to leave day and night. My younger sister thinks that the same is true. No matter how powerful we are, what can we do? Only new people have always laughed. Does anyone remember the old people crying? Yes, sister." She deliberately emphasized the pronunciation of the word "sister".

Shiyu felt very disgusted, but she always made some sense. She was already twenty years old this year, and she was damaged by the beast Li Xingzhou. She was a real broken flower and willow, and she was old and yellow. As she thought about it, she couldn't help feeling sad...

Yin Yin was still whispering to herself that she was invited by the big figures in the capital to sing lyrics. Shiyu did not interrupt her or expose her.

How could she not know that if people like them were forced to invite them to the bureaucratic palace, they would not be selling their skills, but they would probably be selling their own...

She did not expose Yin Yin, but because everyone was helpless, why bother to force each other and hurt each other? Yin Yin was just too young and couldn't understand the situation they were in.

But Shiyu felt sad at this moment. At this moment, Gan Yinfeng also came.

He also wrote a poem, but he should have prepared it for a long time. Because he wrote it without thinking, he sent it to the high platform. As expected, it was the second best work tonight. Shen Yinfeng looked at her with a bad face, and only looked at her, and then handed the highly praised poem to Yin Yin to sing.

Shi Yu was a little disappointed, but some things could not be forced. She just felt that sitting here tonight was like suffering...

Later, Cao Yu and Tian Qiyu also sent the lyrics they wrote that day to the high platform to help her, but they were always much different from the lyrics that Shen Yinfeng and the lyrics that chanted the grand event and chanted the ambitions.

Shiyu felt powerless and helpless. What embarrassed her the most was that she wanted to let the beast Li Xingzhou look at her jokes.

Every time he looked back, he looked here with relish, which made her feel very uncomfortable.

But at this moment, the turn of opportunity suddenly came. The number one queen of Kyoto, who had been sitting next to Li Xingzhou, also presented her own lyrics. Lord Chen Yu and many other high-level adults were very appreciative and gave unprecedented praise tonight.

At first, Shiyu thought it was about taking into account the prime minister of the dynasty, but when the words were read out, she was also amazed as a woman. There are really such talented women in the world. Although they are daughters, their talents are better than those of Gan Yinfeng, Ma Yuan and others.

But what surprised her the most was that such a proud daughter handed her paper with beautiful handwriting to her.

"I'm sorry to everyone, I'm sorry," she said politely.

Shiyu nodded, unable to react for a moment. Now Yin Yin's face was not good anymore, and Gan Yinfeng below also frowned.

"There is nowhere to be gone, and the smiles are everywhere, and millions of red-breasted girls..."

"This year I will be willing to let down my life and list the glorious torches...beautiful scenery, and new songs and dances."

After the lyrics were sung, everyone cheered, obviously, popularity has returned to her side again.

Next, two lyrics were released, and the two talented men followed Wang Lianshan and asked her to sing the lyrics. She suddenly reversed and became the center of attention.

Many people were afraid of being disappointed, and Shiyu felt a little happy in her heart. She couldn't help but look at the corner. The beast Li Xingzhou talked and laughed with a few beautiful girls, but she didn't seem to care about it.

The situation suddenly reversed and it was very good, just because the number one talented woman in Kyoto threw a song Gao Zuo into her hands. Shiyu was naturally happy in her heart, and the close face of the neighbor was not talking.

But at this moment, the situation suddenly took a sharp turn.

Monk Baoyuan!

If he hadn't walked up to the high platform with a little shy and uncomfortable and presented his own lyrics, everyone wouldn't remember that he was like him. Even she would have forgotten that Jinyulou had invited the famous Baoyuan monk.

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I haven't stepped on the road in front of the door for three years, and I still look at the lights in the house tonight. I have the Buddha's rays forever, but I can't turn my heart into Cheng. I'll chase the cattle bustle and forget to return, but I can't respond to the call of the monk in meditation. What's going on in Western Zen? The fish drums are climbing across the wall...

This word doesn't seem so amazing just by listening to it, but when you read it carefully, it will be a little higher than before.

"I can shine on the Buddha for a long time, but my heart cannot be clear." Shiyu recited silently for two seconds, and then she felt bitter and helpless. No matter what method she had, she had, her ability and ability, everything was gone in front of these real good words.

As I learned in advance, the monk Baoyuan asked Yin Yin to sing the lyrics, and he was indeed the one invited by Jinyulou.

This word may not be as gorgeous as Wang Lianshan's poem, and its word combination is not as good as it is, but if it is compared to the artistic conception and emotion, it is much better than it.

In recent years, many lyrics have been written, especially those of Yongyue and Shangyuan. Therefore, many talented men have taken the wrong approach and quacked in words, striving to distinguish themselves from the past and make breakthroughs in innovation.

But in the end, most of them put the cart before the horse and complain without any illness. The words are gorgeous, but they lack important artistic conception. The artistic conception is what many people in the citation world have repeatedly emphasized in recent years.

Wang Lianshan's poems are better than words, while Baoyuan monks are better than artistic conception. Now I am afraid that more people will prefer Baoyuan monks.

Sure enough, as soon as the words were sung, the stage and the audience were applauded, and the response was very fierce. Some people asserted that if there was no accident, this one would be the top poem tonight...

"Gee, Sister Shiyu, how does this ups and downs feel?" He smiled again with pride.

The poem is full of energy and does not speak.

At this time, subtle rumors spread in whispers. Some people speculated that the monk Baoyuan had been a monk for so many years and did not care about common things. Now he suddenly went down the mountain and was probably because he fell in love with the young girl and moved the ordinary heart.

With all kinds of rumors, it seems that an alternative version of the story of a talented man and beautiful woman was outlined, which is exactly what people love to hear, so it spread quietly in the poetry meeting, adding a lot of ambiguous atmosphere.

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The poetry meeting continued after that, and there were some good poems, and some people asked her to sing, but no one could surpass the limelight of the monk in Baoyuan. Therefore, Yin Yin sat firmly on Diaoyutai.

Although the poem is not having a good time in my heart, it can only be suppressed in my heart.

From time to time, I thought of those words that were so sarcastic to her, and after experiencing such a situation, I couldn't help but wonder, is she really old? She really has no charm and her style is not as good as she used to be?

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Chapter completed!