Chapter 106: Who is the first?
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Who is the first in Chapter 106?
In the hall, there was silence.
I just heard the Huakui Wuyi read in a delicate voice: "Wanmu is about to break with cold, and the solitary root returns alone. In the deep snow of Qiancun, a branch bloomed last night. The wind blows the fragrance, and the bird peeks at the beauty. Next year, if you obey the law, first Looking forward to Chuntai."
After reading, everyone in the audience was quiet for a while.
After tasting it, there were bursts of clapping and admiration: "Good poetry! Good poetry!"
"Miss Wuyi, who wrote this poem?"
someone asked.
Oiran smiled sweetly, her eyes flickered, and she glanced at the rice paper in her hand, Fang said: "This work is ranked third for the time being, and it is written by Song Zixi, a lady from the Song family."
"Hey! It's Miss Song!"
"This poem is clear in language and clear in conception. It is a rare good poem, but it only ranks third?"
"Miss Wuyi, don't be foolish, read the following two songs quickly!"
Everyone was full of astonishment, talking and urging.
Song Zixi stood with the girls who were upstairs just now, with a smile on his face. He said "very satisfied" for being ranked third, but in fact he was a little dissatisfied. He looked at the stage and waited. Listen to the following two songs.
A few other girls next to her were also fighting against him.
The location by the window.
Qin Weimo said softly: "Brother-in-law, Zixi's poem has actually been written very well. If it is a normal poetry competition, maybe it can win the first place. But today..."
Having said that, she turned her head to look at the young man beside her, with a smile in her beautiful eyes, and said softly, "A brother-in-law is here today,"
Before Luo Qingzhou could reply, a cold snort suddenly came from beside him: "I'm still here today!"
The corner of Luo Qingzhou's mouth twitched, and he continued to look at the stage.
Qin Weimo quickly retracted his gaze from him, stuck out his tongue quietly, and looked at the stage as well.
Song Ruyue stared at the two of them with a cold face.
At this time, under the urging of everyone in the audience, Wu Yi, the oiran on the stage, finally began to read the second work.
"Washing up the true state, don't make lead flowers to protect. A branch outside the bamboo, thinking of a beautiful woman, the weather is cold and the sun is setting. There is no fragrance in the courtyard at dusk, the wind is thin and the snow is falling, let alone Jiangtou Road."
When everyone heard it, they knew that it was a small word of Moshanxi.
There is also Xiaque.
Wu Yi paused for a moment, then continued to read softly: "The shadows are scattered by the moon, and I dream of the place of ecstasy. When the plums are about to turn yellow, they must be made again, and the slender rain. For the rest of my life, there will be love and sorrow, and Dongyang will also lose weight. , May I ask if flowers know?"
"good words!"
As soon as the oiran finished speaking, an old man in a Confucian shirt clapped his hands and praised: "The pen and ink are clear and euphemistic, and the brushstrokes are delicate. It not only praises the beauty of plum blossoms, but also expresses the author's admiration for the noble plum blossoms." Love...a good word! This word should be number one!"
Others tasted it and praised it.
"Miss Wuyi, who made this word?"
someone asked.
Wu Yi smiled and said: "This word was written by Mr. Su Jiangan."
"Sure enough! When 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 wearing a long gown with a melancholy expression.
He is Su Jiang'an, who is quite famous in Mocheng, and he often looks melancholy.
It seems that nothing in this world can make him happy.
I heard that even if you go to a brothel to have **** with a woman, you still look sad.
"Miss Wuyi, brother Su's song "Mo Shanxi", is it number one?"
"If it's this song, we are indeed convinced."
"Brother Su's talent, we are convinced. This little poem is indeed a masterpiece."
Everyone spoke out one after another.
Window seat.
Song Ruyue couldn't help but let out a cold snort, with a hint of disdain showing at the corner of her mouth.
Qin Weimo turned to look at her, with a smile in his eyes, and said in a low voice: "Mother, this poem is indeed a masterpiece, don't you like it?"
Song Ruyue rolled her eyes and ignored her.
On the stage, Huakui Wuyi smiled and said: "Everyone wait a moment, there is the last song, which happens to be a small poem. After the little girl finishes reading, it won't be too late for everyone to come and comment."
"Read! Read it!"
Some impatients can't bear it anymore.
Everyone was surprised, could there be a better work than this one?
Su Jiangan's gaze was also fixed on the stage.
Wu Yi spread out the rice paper in her hand, looked down at the pen and ink on the paper, there was a hint of surprise in her eyes, after a pause, Fang Qing read aloud: "The wind and rain bring spring back, and the snow welcomes spring. It's already a cliff with hundreds of feet of ice, but there are still beautiful flowers and branches .”
As soon as the upper gate came out, everyone in the audience fell silent.
The momentum is blowing towards the face, and the picture is born spontaneously.
This word is not simple!
Wu Yi paused for a moment, and continued to read: "Pretty doesn't compete for spring, and only announces the arrival of spring... When the mountain flowers are in full bloom, she laughs among the bushes."
As soon as Xia Que came out, the entire hall was silent.
A few respected elders in the literary world in the backstage had read this poem just now, and they had already been full of praise. At this time, when they heard the oiran read it, they felt a lot of emotion in their hearts. They all recited it silently in their hearts, with mixed feelings.
The words and sentences are not gorgeous, but they have a passionate momentum.
Just a few words, it will make people feel excited and proud, and it will be difficult to calm down for a long time.
Everyone felt excited after hearing this.
"Good words! This is really a good word!"
The old scholar who was praising Su Jiang'an's poem just now has a shocked expression on his face, and his voice is trembling with excitement: "Miss Wuyi, tell me quickly, who wrote this fortune teller? Can you do it?" Those who utter such shocking words are absolutely extraordinary!"
Others were also impressed, amazed, and full of praise.
Even the melancholy-looking Su Jiangan couldn't help beating his palm with the folding fan in his hand, and praised in a low voice: "Good words, good words..."
Those talented women also exchanged their eyes one by one, talking excitedly in low voices.
"I don't know who can make such a good word!"
While everyone was amazed and discussing, Song Ruyue snorted again in a low voice at the seat by the window.
Qin Weimo turned to look at her, and said with a slight smile: "Mother, brother-in-law did it, don't you like it too?"
"Ha ha."
Song Ruyue let out a hehe, and said with a cold face: "It's about to be done, so-so."
Qin Weimo pursed his lips, then turned his head to look at the young man next to him, and said in a low voice: "Brother-in-law, mother is praising you. As long as mother says these two words, she will be convinced."
"Hmph! What are you muttering furtively again?"
Song Ruyue snorted coldly.
Qin Weimo suppressed a smile, did not dare to say any more, and looked at the stage.
In the corner of the hall, Tang Jiasong looked devastated.
On the stage, Huakui Wuyi announced the answer with a smile: "The author of this piece of divination, Yongmei, is called Yuemo. After discussions with several seniors in the background, in this first competition, this piece of poetry should win the first place. I don't know if you have different opinions?"
"Yuemo? Who is this person?"
"Miss Wu Yi, this word is number one, and we are naturally convinced. Not to mention the number one in this competition, even if it is the whole competition tonight, I believe that this word is also the absolute number one! But, I don't know this Who is Yuemo? We have never heard of this person's name?"
"Yes, Miss Wuyi, we don't know if it's a boy or a girl."
"Based on the name, it should be a woman. Tsk tsk, this woman is not simple. I don't know if she is from Mocheng or from somewhere else. This talent is by no means unknown!"
Everyone was discussing excitedly and curiously, urging Wu Yi on the stage to tell who that person was and where it was.
Wu Yi had no choice but to raise the rice paper in her hand, and said to the audience: "Miss Yuemo, can you come out and let everyone get to know each other?"
As soon as this remark was made, the audience immediately fell silent.
It turned out that the oiran didn't know who the other party was.
Everyone turned their heads, you look at me, I look at you, they all searched among the crowd.
Who will it be?
But in the hall, no one responded.
Wu Yi had no choice but to say loudly again: "Miss Yuemo, can you come out for a while? You won the first place in this first competition. According to the rules, you should come on stage and say a few words. If you can't come out, You can send a servant girl or someone else to go backstage, all the seniors want to meet you, can you?"
In the hall, there was no sound.
Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay.
After a while, there was still no response.
"Isn't it because I left after writing this poem?"
"It is very possible, and it is also possible to go to the room to rest."
Wu Yi saw this, so she had no choice but to put away the rice paper in her hand, and said: "Everyone wait a moment, the little girl has to go to the backstage first."
After finishing speaking, he left in a hurry.
In the hall, it suddenly became noisy, everyone was guessing who the Yuemo girl was.
And at this time.
Song Ruyue, who was sitting on the seat, couldn't help but grinned 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 walked over with a half-smile expression on her face.
Qin Weimo saw her and said in a low voice, "Brother-in-law, Zixi should have guessed it."
Luo Qingzhou looked at the approaching girl.
Song Zixi came over, first took a deep look at him, then greeted Song Ruyue respectfully, then walked to Qin Weimo's side, and said in a low voice: "Weimo, what you did is still ..."
Speaking of this, she glanced at the boy next to her again.
Qin Weimo smiled and said, "I don't know either."
Of course she won't admit it.
Among the crowd, only Tang Jiasong knew clearly, but kept silent.
"Anyway, I know it's you."
Song Zixi smiled and said in a low voice: "Weimo, if it's your brother-in-law, tonight is a very good opportunity. If he becomes famous and gets to know the seniors in the literary world behind him, the future will be fine." After walking too much, there is no need to continue to hide it. Do you want him to be an unknown and despised son-in-law for the rest of his life?"
Qin Weimo didn't speak, but looked softly at the young man beside him.
Luo Qingzhou also looked at her.
The two looked at each other, and then immediately staggered away.
Qin Weimo withdrew his gaze, and said softly: "Zixi, that word was not written by my brother-in-law, you misunderstood."
Seeing this, Song Zixi smiled, didn't say any more, leaned close to her ear and whispered: "Whatever you want, keep hiding it, anyway, it's your brother-in-law, not mine, if he is looked down upon by others , It's your heartache, not mine. Let's go, don't bother your sister-in-law and brother-in-law flirting with each other."
After speaking, he left with a smile.
Qin Weimo blushed slightly, and glanced at the figure beside him.
Luo Qingzhou looked at the stage, as if he didn't hear the joke.
At this time, Oiran Wuyi stepped onto the stage and announced the start of the second competition.
Then everyone quieted down.
Tang Jiasong frowned, hesitated in the crowd, struggled and thought for a long time, still clenched the folding fan in his hand, his heart swayed, and he walked towards Qin's mother and daughter.
When Luo Qingzhou saw him coming, he moved and approached Miss Qin Er, blocking his sight.
Qin Weimo saw it in his eyes, Liu Mei moved slightly, the corners of his mouth also moved slightly, and the water in his eyes glistened.
But the subtle expression was still noticed by Song Ruyue, who was keen, and sneered in a low voice: "Look, I'm making you happy."
The girl bowed her head, her eyelashes drooped, and her face was slightly red.
(end of this chapter)
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Who is the first in Chapter 106?
In the hall, there was silence.
I just heard the Huakui Wuyi read in a delicate voice: "Wanmu is about to break with cold, and the solitary root returns alone. In the deep snow of Qiancun, a branch bloomed last night. The wind blows the fragrance, and the bird peeks at the beauty. Next year, if you obey the law, first Looking forward to Chuntai."
After reading, everyone in the audience was quiet for a while.
After tasting it, there were bursts of clapping and admiration: "Good poetry! Good poetry!"
"Miss Wuyi, who wrote this poem?"
someone asked.
Oiran smiled sweetly, her eyes flickered, and she glanced at the rice paper in her hand, Fang said: "This work is ranked third for the time being, and it is written by Song Zixi, a lady from the Song family."
"Hey! It's Miss Song!"
"This poem is clear in language and clear in conception. It is a rare good poem, but it only ranks third?"
"Miss Wuyi, don't be foolish, read the following two songs quickly!"
Everyone was full of astonishment, talking and urging.
Song Zixi stood with the girls who were upstairs just now, with a smile on his face. He said "very satisfied" for being ranked third, but in fact he was a little dissatisfied. He looked at the stage and waited. Listen to the following two songs.
A few other girls next to her were also fighting against him.
The location by the window.
Qin Weimo said softly: "Brother-in-law, Zixi's poem has actually been written very well. If it is a normal poetry competition, maybe it can win the first place. But today..."
Having said that, she turned her head to look at the young man beside her, with a smile in her beautiful eyes, and said softly, "A brother-in-law is here today,"
Before Luo Qingzhou could reply, a cold snort suddenly came from beside him: "I'm still here today!"
The corner of Luo Qingzhou's mouth twitched, and he continued to look at the stage.
Qin Weimo quickly retracted his gaze from him, stuck out his tongue quietly, and looked at the stage as well.
Song Ruyue stared at the two of them with a cold face.
At this time, under the urging of everyone in the audience, Wu Yi, the oiran on the stage, finally began to read the second work.
"Washing up the true state, don't make lead flowers to protect. A branch outside the bamboo, thinking of a beautiful woman, the weather is cold and the sun is setting. There is no fragrance in the courtyard at dusk, the wind is thin and the snow is falling, let alone Jiangtou Road."
When everyone heard it, they knew that it was a small word of Moshanxi.
There is also Xiaque.
Wu Yi paused for a moment, then continued to read softly: "The shadows are scattered by the moon, and I dream of the place of ecstasy. When the plums are about to turn yellow, they must be made again, and the slender rain. For the rest of my life, there will be love and sorrow, and Dongyang will also lose weight. , May I ask if flowers know?"
"good words!"
As soon as the oiran finished speaking, an old man in a Confucian shirt clapped his hands and praised: "The pen and ink are clear and euphemistic, and the brushstrokes are delicate. It not only praises the beauty of plum blossoms, but also expresses the author's admiration for the noble plum blossoms." Love...a good word! This word should be number one!"
Others tasted it and praised it.
"Miss Wuyi, who made this word?"
someone asked.
Wu Yi smiled and said: "This word was written by Mr. Su Jiangan."
"Sure enough! When 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 wearing a long gown with a melancholy expression.
He is Su Jiang'an, who is quite famous in Mocheng, and he often looks melancholy.
It seems that nothing in this world can make him happy.
I heard that even if you go to a brothel to have **** with a woman, you still look sad.
"Miss Wuyi, brother Su's song "Mo Shanxi", is it number one?"
"If it's this song, we are indeed convinced."
"Brother Su's talent, we are convinced. This little poem is indeed a masterpiece."
Everyone spoke out one after another.
Window seat.
Song Ruyue couldn't help but let out a cold snort, with a hint of disdain showing at the corner of her mouth.
Qin Weimo turned to look at her, with a smile in his eyes, and said in a low voice: "Mother, this poem is indeed a masterpiece, don't you like it?"
Song Ruyue rolled her eyes and ignored her.
On the stage, Huakui Wuyi smiled and said: "Everyone wait a moment, there is the last song, which happens to be a small poem. After the little girl finishes reading, it won't be too late for everyone to come and comment."
"Read! Read it!"
Some impatients can't bear it anymore.
Everyone was surprised, could there be a better work than this one?
Su Jiangan's gaze was also fixed on the stage.
Wu Yi spread out the rice paper in her hand, looked down at the pen and ink on the paper, there was a hint of surprise in her eyes, after a pause, Fang Qing read aloud: "The wind and rain bring spring back, and the snow welcomes spring. It's already a cliff with hundreds of feet of ice, but there are still beautiful flowers and branches .”
As soon as the upper gate came out, everyone in the audience fell silent.
The momentum is blowing towards the face, and the picture is born spontaneously.
This word is not simple!
Wu Yi paused for a moment, and continued to read: "Pretty doesn't compete for spring, and only announces the arrival of spring... When the mountain flowers are in full bloom, she laughs among the bushes."
As soon as Xia Que came out, the entire hall was silent.
A few respected elders in the literary world in the backstage had read this poem just now, and they had already been full of praise. At this time, when they heard the oiran read it, they felt a lot of emotion in their hearts. They all recited it silently in their hearts, with mixed feelings.
The words and sentences are not gorgeous, but they have a passionate momentum.
Just a few words, it will make people feel excited and proud, and it will be difficult to calm down for a long time.
Everyone felt excited after hearing this.
"Good words! This is really a good word!"
The old scholar who was praising Su Jiang'an's poem just now has a shocked expression on his face, and his voice is trembling with excitement: "Miss Wuyi, tell me quickly, who wrote this fortune teller? Can you do it?" Those who utter such shocking words are absolutely extraordinary!"
Others were also impressed, amazed, and full of praise.
Even the melancholy-looking Su Jiangan couldn't help beating his palm with the folding fan in his hand, and praised in a low voice: "Good words, good words..."
Those talented women also exchanged their eyes one by one, talking excitedly in low voices.
"I don't know who can make such a good word!"
While everyone was amazed and discussing, Song Ruyue snorted again in a low voice at the seat by the window.
Qin Weimo turned to look at her, and said with a slight smile: "Mother, brother-in-law did it, don't you like it too?"
"Ha ha."
Song Ruyue let out a hehe, and said with a cold face: "It's about to be done, so-so."
Qin Weimo pursed his lips, then turned his head to look at the young man next to him, and said in a low voice: "Brother-in-law, mother is praising you. As long as mother says these two words, she will be convinced."
"Hmph! What are you muttering furtively again?"
Song Ruyue snorted coldly.
Qin Weimo suppressed a smile, did not dare to say any more, and looked at the stage.
In the corner of the hall, Tang Jiasong looked devastated.
On the stage, Huakui Wuyi announced the answer with a smile: "The author of this piece of divination, Yongmei, is called Yuemo. After discussions with several seniors in the background, in this first competition, this piece of poetry should win the first place. I don't know if you have different opinions?"
"Yuemo? Who is this person?"
"Miss Wu Yi, this word is number one, and we are naturally convinced. Not to mention the number one in this competition, even if it is the whole competition tonight, I believe that this word is also the absolute number one! But, I don't know this Who is Yuemo? We have never heard of this person's name?"
"Yes, Miss Wuyi, we don't know if it's a boy or a girl."
"Based on the name, it should be a woman. Tsk tsk, this woman is not simple. I don't know if she is from Mocheng or from somewhere else. This talent is by no means unknown!"
Everyone was discussing excitedly and curiously, urging Wu Yi on the stage to tell who that person was and where it was.
Wu Yi had no choice but to raise the rice paper in her hand, and said to the audience: "Miss Yuemo, can you come out and let everyone get to know each other?"
As soon as this remark was made, the audience immediately fell silent.
It turned out that the oiran didn't know who the other party was.
Everyone turned their heads, you look at me, I look at you, they all searched among the crowd.
Who will it be?
But in the hall, no one responded.
Wu Yi had no choice but to say loudly again: "Miss Yuemo, can you come out for a while? You won the first place in this first competition. According to the rules, you should come on stage and say a few words. If you can't come out, You can send a servant girl or someone else to go backstage, all the seniors want to meet you, can you?"
In the hall, there was no sound.
Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay.
After a while, there was still no response.
"Isn't it because I left after writing this poem?"
"It is very possible, and it is also possible to go to the room to rest."
Wu Yi saw this, so she had no choice but to put away the rice paper in her hand, and said: "Everyone wait a moment, the little girl has to go to the backstage first."
After finishing speaking, he left in a hurry.
In the hall, it suddenly became noisy, everyone was guessing who the Yuemo girl was.
And at this time.
Song Ruyue, who was sitting on the seat, couldn't help but grinned 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 walked over with a half-smile expression on her face.
Qin Weimo saw her and said in a low voice, "Brother-in-law, Zixi should have guessed it."
Luo Qingzhou looked at the approaching girl.
Song Zixi came over, first took a deep look at him, then greeted Song Ruyue respectfully, then walked to Qin Weimo's side, and said in a low voice: "Weimo, what you did is still ..."
Speaking of this, she glanced at the boy next to her again.
Qin Weimo smiled and said, "I don't know either."
Of course she won't admit it.
Among the crowd, only Tang Jiasong knew clearly, but kept silent.
"Anyway, I know it's you."
Song Zixi smiled and said in a low voice: "Weimo, if it's your brother-in-law, tonight is a very good opportunity. If he becomes famous and gets to know the seniors in the literary world behind him, the future will be fine." After walking too much, there is no need to continue to hide it. Do you want him to be an unknown and despised son-in-law for the rest of his life?"
Qin Weimo didn't speak, but looked softly at the young man beside him.
Luo Qingzhou also looked at her.
The two looked at each other, and then immediately staggered away.
Qin Weimo withdrew his gaze, and said softly: "Zixi, that word was not written by my brother-in-law, you misunderstood."
Seeing this, Song Zixi smiled, didn't say any more, leaned close to her ear and whispered: "Whatever you want, keep hiding it, anyway, it's your brother-in-law, not mine, if he is looked down upon by others , It's your heartache, not mine. Let's go, don't bother your sister-in-law and brother-in-law flirting with each other."
After speaking, he left with a smile.
Qin Weimo blushed slightly, and glanced at the figure beside him.
Luo Qingzhou looked at the stage, as if he didn't hear the joke.
At this time, Oiran Wuyi stepped onto the stage and announced the start of the second competition.
Then everyone quieted down.
Tang Jiasong frowned, hesitated in the crowd, struggled and thought for a long time, still clenched the folding fan in his hand, his heart swayed, and he walked towards Qin's mother and daughter.
When Luo Qingzhou saw him coming, he moved and approached Miss Qin Er, blocking his sight.
Qin Weimo saw it in his eyes, Liu Mei moved slightly, the corners of his mouth also moved slightly, and the water in his eyes glistened.
But the subtle expression was still noticed by Song Ruyue, who was keen, and sneered in a low voice: "Look, I'm making you happy."
The girl bowed her head, her eyelashes drooped, and her face was slightly red.
(end of this chapter)
Who is the first in Chapter 106?In the hall, there was silence.I just heard the Huakui Wuyi read in a delicate voice: "Wanmu is about to break with cold, and the solitary root returns alone. In the deep snow of Qiancun, a branch bloomed last night. The wind blows the fragrance, and the bird peeks at the beauty. Next year, if you obey the law, first Looking forward to Chuntai." After reading, everyone in the audience was quiet for a while.After tasting it, there were bursts of clapping and admiration: "Good poetry! Good poetry!" "Miss Wuyi, who wrote this poem?" someone asked.Oiran smiled sweetly, her eyes flickered, and she glanced at the rice paper in her hand, Fang said: "This work is ranked third for the time being, and it is written by Song Zixi, a lady from the Song family." "Hey! It's Miss Song!" "This poem is clear in language and clear in conception. It is a rare good poem, but it only ranks third?" "Miss Wuyi, don't be foolish, read the following two songs quickly!"Everyone was full of astonishment, talking and urging.Song Zixi stood with the girls who were upstairs just now, with a smile on his face. He said "very satisfied" for being ranked third, but in fact he was a little dissatisfied. He looked at the stage and waited. Listen to the following two songs.A few other girls next to her were also fighting against him.The location by the window.Qin Weimo said softly: "Brother-in-law, Zixi's poem has actually been written very well. If it is a normal poetry competition, maybe it can win the first place. But today..." Having said that, she turned her head to look at the young man beside her, with a smile in her beautiful eyes, and said softly, "A brother-in-law is here today," Before Luo Qingzhou could reply, a cold snort suddenly came from beside him: "I'm still here today!"The corner of Luo Qingzhou's mouth twitched, and he continued to look at the stage.Qin Weimo quickly retracted his gaze from him, stuck out his tongue quietly, and looked at the stage as well.Song Ruyue stared at the two of them with a cold face.At this time, under the urging of everyone in the audience, Wu Yi, the oiran on the stage, finally began to read the second work. "Washing up the true state, don't make lead flowers to protect. A branch outside the bamboo, thinking of a beautiful woman, the weather is cold and the sun is setting. There is no fragrance in the courtyard at dusk, the wind is thin and the snow is falling, let alone Jiangtou Road."When everyone heard it, they knew that it was a small word of Moshanxi. There is also Xiaque.Wu Yi paused for a moment, then continued to read softly: "The shadows are scattered by the moon, and I dream of the place of ecstasy. When the plums are about to turn yellow, they must be made again, and the slender rain. For the rest of my life, there will be love and sorrow, and Dongyang will also lose weight. , May I ask if flowers know?" "good words!"As soon as the oiran finished speaking, an old man in a Confucian shirt clapped his hands and praised: "The pen and ink are clear and euphemistic, and the brushstrokes are delicate. It not only praises the beauty of plum blossoms, but also expresses the author's admiration for the noble plum blossoms." Love...a good word! This word should be number one!"Others tasted it and praised it. "Miss Wuyi, who made this word?" someone asked.Wu Yi smiled and said: "This word was written by Mr. Su Jiangan." "Sure enough! When 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 wearing a long gown with a melancholy expression.He is Su Jiang'an, who is quite famous in Mocheng, and he often looks melancholy.It seems that nothing in this world can make him happy.I heard that even if you go to a brothel to have **** with a woman, you still look sad. "Miss Wuyi, brother Su's song "Mo Shanxi", is it number one?" "If it's this song, we are indeed convinced." "Brother Su's talent, we are convinced. This little poem is indeed a masterpiece."Everyone spoke out one after another. Window seat.Song Ruyue couldn't help but let out a cold snort, with a hint of disdain showing at the corner of her mouth.Qin Weimo turned to look at her, with a smile in his eyes, and said in a low voice: "Mother, this poem is indeed a masterpiece, don't you like it?"Song Ruyue rolled her eyes and ignored her.On the stage, Huakui Wuyi smiled and said: "Everyone wait a moment, there is the last song, which happens to be a small poem. After the little girl finishes reading, it won't be too late for everyone to come and comment." "Read! Read it!" Some impatients can't bear it anymore.Everyone was surprised, could there be a better work than this one?Su Jiangan's gaze was also fixed on the stage.Wu Yi spread out the rice paper in her hand, looked down at the pen and ink on the paper, there was a hint of surprise in her eyes, after a pause, Fang Qing read aloud: "The wind and rain bring spring back, and the snow welcomes spring. It's already a cliff with hundreds of feet of ice, but there are still beautiful flowers and branches .As soon as the upper gate came out, everyone in the audience fell silent.The momentum is blowing towards the face, and the picture is born spontaneously. This word is not simple!Wu Yi paused for a moment, and continued to read: "Pretty doesn't compete for spring, and only announces the arrival of spring... When the mountain flowers are in full bloom, she laughs among the bushes."As soon as Xia Que came out, the entire hall was silent.A few respected elders in the literary world in the backstage had read this poem just now, and they had already been full of praise. At this time, when they heard the oiran read it, they felt a lot of emotion in their hearts. They all recited it silently in their hearts, with mixed feelings.The words and sentences are not gorgeous, but they have a passionate momentum.Just a few words, it will make people feel excited and proud, and it will be difficult to calm down for a long time.Everyone felt excited after hearing this. "Good words! This is really a good word!"The old scholar who was praising Su Jiang'an's poem just now has a shocked expression on his face, and his voice is trembling with excitement: "Miss Wuyi, tell me quickly, who wrote this fortune teller? Can you do it?" Those who utter such shocking words are absolutely extraordinary!"Others were also impressed, amazed, and full of praise.Even the melancholy-looking Su Jiangan couldn't help beating his palm with the folding fan in his hand, and praised in a low voice: "Good words, good words..."Those talented women also exchanged their eyes one by one, talking excitedly in low voices. "I don't know who can make such a good word!"While everyone was amazed and discussing, Song Ruyue snorted again in a low voice at the seat by the window.Qin Weimo turned to look at her, and said with a slight smile: "Mother, brother-in-law did it, don't you like it too?" "Ha ha."Song Ruyue let out a hehe, and said with a cold face: "It's about to be done, so-so."Qin Weimo pursed his lips, then turned his head to look at the young man next to him, and said in a low voice: "Brother-in-law, mother is praising you. As long as mother says these two words, she will be convinced." "Hmph! What are you muttering furtively again?"Song Ruyue snorted coldly.Qin Weimo suppressed a smile, did not dare to say any more, and looked at the stage.In the corner of the hall, Tang Jiasong looked devastated.On the stage, Huakui Wuyi announced the answer with a smile: "The author of this piece of divination, Yongmei, is called Yuemo. After discussions with several seniors in the background, in this first competition, this piece of poetry should win the first place. I don't know if you have different opinions?" "Yuemo? Who is this person?""Miss Wu Yi, this word is number one, and we are naturally convinced. Not to mention the number one in this competition, even if it is the whole competition tonight, I believe that this word is also the absolute number one! But, I don't know this Who is Yuemo? We have never heard of this person's name?" "Yes, Miss Wuyi, we don't know if it's a boy or a girl." "Based on the name, it should be a woman. Tsk tsk, this woman is not simple. I don't know if she is from Mocheng or from somewhere else. This talent is by no means unknown!"Everyone was discussing excitedly and curiously, urging Wu Yi on the stage to tell who that person was and where it was. Wu Yi had no choice but to raise the rice paper in her hand, and said to the audience: "Miss Yuemo, can you come out and let everyone get to know each other?"As soon as this remark was made, the audience immediately fell silent. It turned out that the oiran didn't know who the other party was. Everyone turned their heads, you look at me, I look at you, they all searched among the crowd. Who will it be? But in the hall, no one responded.Wu Yi had no choice but to say loudly again: "Miss Yuemo, can you come out for a while? You won the first place in this first competition. According to the rules, you should come on stage and say a few words. If you can't come out, You can send a servant girl or someone else to go backstage, all the seniors want to meet you, can you?"In the hall, there was no sound.Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay. After a while, there was still no response. "Isn't it because I left after writing this poem?" "It is very possible, and it is also possible to go to the room to rest." Wu Yi saw this, so she had no choice but to put away the rice paper in her hand, and said: "Everyone wait a moment, the little girl has to go to the backstage first." After finishing speaking, he left in a hurry.In the hall, it suddenly became noisy, everyone was guessing who the Yuemo girl was. And at this time. Song Ruyue, who was sitting on the seat, couldn't help but grinned 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 walked over with a half-smile expression on her face.Qin Weimo saw her and said in a low voice, "Brother-in-law, Zixi should have guessed it."Luo Qingzhou looked at the approaching girl.Song Zixi came over, first took a deep look at him, then greeted Song Ruyue respectfully, then walked to Qin Weimo's side, and said in a low voice: "Weimo, what you did is still ..." Speaking of this, she glanced at the boy next to her again.Qin Weimo smiled and said, "I don't know either." Of course she won't admit it.Among the crowd, only Tang Jiasong knew clearly, but kept silent. "Anyway, I know it's you."Song Zixi smiled and said in a low voice: "Weimo, if it's your brother-in-law, tonight is a very good opportunity. If he becomes famous and gets to know the seniors in the literary world behind him, the future will be fine." After walking too much, there is no need to continue to hide it. Do you want him to be an unknown and despised son-in-law for the rest of his life?"Qin Weimo didn't speak, but looked softly at the young man beside him.Luo Qingzhou also looked at her.The two looked at each other, and then immediately staggered away.Qin Weimo withdrew his gaze, and said softly: "Zixi, that word was not written by my brother-in-law, you misunderstood."Seeing this, Song Zixi smiled, didn't say any more, leaned close to her ear and whispered: "Whatever you want, keep hiding it, anyway, it's your brother-in-law, not mine, if he is looked down upon by others , It's your heartache, not mine. Let's go, don't bother your sister-in-law and brother-in-law flirting with each other." After speaking, he left with a smile.Qin Weimo blushed slightly, and glanced at the figure beside him.Luo Qingzhou looked at the stage, as if he didn't hear the joke.At this time, Oiran Wuyi stepped onto the stage and announced the start of the second competition. Then everyone quieted down. Tang Jiasong frowned, hesitated in the crowd, struggled and thought for a long time, still clenched the folding fan in his hand, his heart swayed, and he walked towards Qin's mother and daughter.When Luo Qingzhou saw him coming, he moved and approached Miss Qin Er, blocking his sight.Qin Weimo saw it in his eyes, Liu Mei moved slightly, the corners of his mouth also moved slightly, and the water in his eyes glistened. But the subtle expression was still noticed by Song Ruyue, who was keen, and sneered in a low voice: "Look, I'm making you happy."The girl bowed her head, her eyelashes drooped, and her face was slightly red.end of this chapter
