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There is also a person who chats aside and doesn’t read the papers. This person Yang Chang has heard of Li Chongjiu saying that this person is the secret lang Yu Shinan.
Li Chongjiu naturally heard Yu Shinan’s name, but he couldn’t help seeing this person’s temples somewhat gray, but his spirit was not bad.
Eyes have written a poem, a few sheets of paper, and four people have moved their hands.
See four people nodding or frowning from time to time when reading poetry, sometimes pointing to the virtual point, picking up the paper and chanting a few words lightly.
After reading a poem once, four people will write their own opinions with their pens in their faces.
After correcting five or six poems, a piece of paper was read by a girl. After the first old man took a look at the paper poem, his eyes lit up and he shook his head and whispered a few words.
After the old man carefully looked at it, he changed hands to one side.
One side is confident that others can’t help nodding their heads when they look at it for a few times. When they read it to one side until the last person, the old man must smile when he reads it. "It seems that this poem can win the first prize."
Hearing the old man’s comment box, there was a buzz about who this poem was.
At this time, another piece of paper came to the old man and said, "Let’s talk about it after reading it too early."
The old man smiled and said, "Yes, I want to see it."
After half a ring, the old man also said something to a person, which is obviously a finger drop.
Four people read it again, all with a look of admiration. When they got to the hands of the old man at last, the other person looked at it and said, "It’s really hard to win the first place before, and this one is equally important."
The four men whispered to each other and discussed with each other.
An old man took a piece of paper in his hand and wrote, "It’s really good to see the best of these two poems, don’t you think?"
A few people are nodding.
After counting the notes, an old man suddenly said, "Why is there one missing?"
The rest of the people saw that his poems were all in the middle, but one of them was missing. The old man who likes to pinch his beard laughed. "It’s difficult to think of each other, so it’s the same to see them again."
Although he said this to his face, everyone was at heart. This person really couldn’t come up with a poem, so he gave the other party a face story.
Just when everyone is ready to make a decision
Suddenly, a beautiful maid came to the front of the mother and said a few words with a piece of paper in her hand.
When she received the paper, she was stunned to see that some old people were planning to discuss the best two poems. When she shook her head, she couldn’t help but say that it was too slow to send.
And the other people in the square box also gently chuckle a few times. This poem pays attention to one go. Where is this deliberation?
After opening the paper, the maiden first swept away her eyebrows, then read it carefully.
After seeing the look on the face of the mother, it was first doubtful, but the lips were light and the words were read word by word. After reading it, the eyes of the mother were complicated and unspeakable.
When the bride doesn’t talk, she quickly inserts herself into several old people.
The bearded old man boasted, "You see, after the pavilion was laid out before, the pavilion was quite impressive, and it seemed that the atmosphere was laid out all over the place."
"Mr Ouyang" said firmly.
"Huh?" The beard-pinching old man turned to look at the paper in the hand of the maiden and said, "There’s another song."
Mother nodded her head.
The old man shook his head and didn’t disturb him. The three old men talked about picking up the paper and looked at it quite casually.
This just looked at the opening, and the old man couldn’t help laughing and shaking his head and saying, "This word is quite unsightly."
Then the old man put the paper aside and waited for the opening when he suddenly remembered something. He picked it up doubtfully and read it word for word again.
After reading it for half a ring, the old man is already full of sorrow without saying a word.
At the moment, Yang Chang, the king of Qi in the box on the second floor, poked his elbow, and Li Chongjiu said anxiously, "Is this poem Chongjiu like? What do you think of them? "
"Will we send it too late? Everyone else has reviewed the results."
Li Chongjiu glanced at Yang Chang and said with a smile, "The King’s Palace of Qi can rest assured."
Chapter 56 Just move Beijing
"Please be quiet after reading this poem, three of you."
The three elders stopped arguing at the same time, and one of them said with a smile, "Well, I’ll take a look."
After that, the old man took the paper. This person is a literary scholar. The other person took the paper and looked at it with a smile. "This poem is apt to be named Pipa Line."
"pipa line!"
After hearing these three words, I listened to Qu Yan ran and glanced at the pipa in my hand.
When there was a young man in the wing, he said, "It’s pipa playing. Is it that everyone is playing pipa poems tonight?"
"Should be" one side someone echoed said.
At this time, the young man said, "It’s hard. Tonight’s poems are all lyrical, but it’s rare for one person to narrate the pipa."
At this time, I just echoed people’s saying that "Qu Daqu is Yue Xian’s words. If you don’t draw a tiger, you won’t be a dog."
Speaking of which, many people in the wing laughed.
Anyone can hear Yang Chang’s anger at this remark. At first glance, the young man is holding himself to be sarcastic with others.
Yang Chang said to Li Chongjiu mercilessly, "I have to live this life today."
Li Chongjiu laughed and said, "Be calm in the King’s Palace of Qi."
Li Chongjiu said that Yang Chang still looked like a man with anger.
"Well, just read it and don’t sell it anymore." Several people in the wing said, "Let me see it."
As soon as the words are finished, they burst into laughter again.
"All right, this poem is very long. Listen to it slowly." The literary scholar smiled and read it in cadence.
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Still hiding half her face from us behind her guitar, yet we called and urged a thousand times before she started toward us
The rotating shaft plucks the strings three or two we could feel what she was feeling, even before she played.
Chord-string suppression thinking of as if she were telling us the ache of her whole life
She knit her brows, flexed her fingers, then began her music said to limit things in his heart.
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The opening is slow but the narrative is mediocre. When several old people hear yet we called and urged a thousand times before she started toward us still hiding half her face from us behind her guitar, they can’t help but smile and nod.
An old man said, "It’s a wonderful word."
And sit there and rest Yu Shinan at this time also can’t help but opened his eyes.