Five, it is like a flower or not

A piece of white sandalwood burned out and twenty-six test papers were handed over. Although the lyrics were limited, for most of the people present, they were all old works, and they had to prepare for the "Xichun Poetry Meeting". There were also several people who only prepared poems. Unexpectedly, they wanted to write lyrics, so they had to hurry up and look depressed.

Zhou Xuan looked at it and found that except for him and Lin Ning, seven of the other twenty-four people were women, all with light veil masks, silk and satin, and cloud shoulders. They should be all women from wealthy families, with different heights, fat and thinness. Three of them were slim and tall, tall, graceful and versatile. No matter what their appearance was, they should be considered beautiful poets.

There are three people who judge the lyrics, namely Wang Yang, the director of the poetry club, Qu Zhi, the leader of the "Qingping Poetry Society", and Zhang Bi of the Mohanzhai Poetry Society. Zhang Bi's father was the governor of Xuanzhou. He himself also had fame and was a sixth-rank Fengzhilang.

Wang Yang, the director of the poetry meeting, worked tirelessly and recited the fifty-two lyrics in public, and then discussed with Qu Zhi and Zhang Bi for a long time, and circled the twelve lyrics as Class A.

Everyone listened intently and waited for judgment.

Zhang Bi said: "I will pronounce the first sentence of the twelve verses of Class A. Please report your name if you wrote it—" So I read it one by one. Every time I read it, one person should take a name.

Zhou Xuan heard that Hu Yang and Young Master Lianchang were on the list, and Young Master Lianchang reported his names twice in a row. It seemed that his two lyrics were selected as the top 12 Class A. Zhou Xuan was in the last place because he submitted the papers early.

Zhang Bi read: "White Love Flower" 'White-White-Shaped Floating Floss' - Who wrote it?"

A woman responded in a gentle voice: "Zhang Youwei."

Zhang Youwei is Zhang Bi's sister, with both talent and beauty, and is known as the No. 1 socialite in Xuanzhou.

Zhang Bi smiled slightly and continued to recite: "Standing on the dangerous building, the wind is soft - whose masterpiece is it?"

Zhou Xuan was about to agree, but a person on the left suddenly rushed to say, "It was done by the young actor."

"Ah!" Zhou Xuan was dumbfounded and was so stupid that he could not just defend himself. It was a strange story.

The imposter is a white-faced scholar, slightly fat, and his face flushed with excitement at this moment, and he stuttered: "No, me, me, I--"

Wang Yang had just read Zhou Xuan's poem and glared at him, "Li Tao, did you really fill in this poem? Don't lie, it would be a shame for your kindness."

The fat scholar Li Tao shook his head repeatedly: "No, no, the young student should have been wrong!"

Li Tao is a member of Qingpingzhai Poetry Society. Qu Zhi frowned and said, "Li Tao, you are also a poet and writer. How could you be so confused!"

The fat scholar Li Tao blushed like a cooked shrimp, and said ashamedly: "I just heard Mr. Wang Yang recite this essay 'Standing on the dangerous building' and the wind was fine.' I deeply love two of them - 'I will never regret it when my clothes are getting looser and I will become haggard for her'. I can't help but think about it. How good would it be if this good sentence was written by me? I was so enchanting. When Mr. Zhang asked who wrote this poem, the young student couldn't help but agree. It was really shameful to me!"

There was a lot of laughter on the "Xie Tiaolou". Everyone thought that the fat scholar Li Tao was very interesting. He was a person with a temperament. So a few famous ladies peeked at Li Tao. It was estimated that Li Tao's peach blossoms had arrived.

Zhou Xuan laughed and said, "This poem was written just below, and it was written by Zhou Xuan of Jinling."

Zhang Bi read the twelve slogans of Class A and then said: "The twelve slogans of Class A and the twelve slogans of Class A, the twelve slogans of Class A, the twelve slogans of Class Lianchang, the slogans of Zhou Xuan, and the slogans of Madam Ning, which means that a total of nine people are qualified to enter the highest level of the 'Xiet Pool Tower', and the other six people are - Mr. Hu Yang, Miss Zhang Youwei... Do you have any objections?"

Those scholars who failed to be elected were very frustrated, and it would be fine if others were selected, but the two Jinling people were selected really made them lose face, but they could not argue. I heard it when I was reciting the lyrics just now that Zhou Xuanzhi and Mrs. Ning's four lyrics were indeed wonderful and beyond their reach. Since the three main candidates refused to shelter the locals, they could only sigh to the sky, "Beauty is like a flower across the clouds", and they had no chance to marry the courtesan.

However, the loss was lost and the harvest was in the east. The unsuccessful scholars and scholars and five Xuanzhou celebrities who also failed to be selected were in love. While complaining that the main candidates were blind, they also expressed their greetings. Especially the fat white scholar Li Tao, who talked about poetry with a tall female poet, became more and more acquainted with each other. The more they talked, the more they became, the more they fell in love, and it seemed that the appointment of the back garden was not far away for the lifetime of the life.

Qu Zhi said: "The scholars and socialites on the second floor all have valuable gifts. Please give them nine people on the highest floor."

To see thousands of miles away, Zhou Xuan and nine others climbed to the highest level of "Xie Tiao Tower". Looking north at Jingting Mountain, the peaks were like bonsai on the desk.

It was already noon at this time, and Zhou Xuan was so hungry that he was rumbled, and he thought to himself: "It's quite annoying to win this poem. The flower courtesan Xiahou Liusu didn't know if he was here, but he wanted to see if he was beautiful or not?"

There are short tables around, futons are arranged, and in the middle of the hall, a square food carpet is laid. A woman in a red dress kneels, with her upper body slightly tilted, her eyebrows lowered and her eyebrows lowered, like a quiet and beautiful sculpture. There is a pipa in front of her, with a dragon-shaped body and a phoenix-shaped body, and a slim thigh, with golden thighs and green algae. She looks like a very precious thing.

Lin Ning touched Zhou Xuan's arm and signaled that the woman in the red dress was Xiahou Liusu.

Zhou Xuan nodded, deliberately pretending to be lustful, staring at Xiahou Liusu, looking at his bulging chest, and looking at his kneeling buttocks and hips—

Xiahou Liusu knelt and did not move, still not raising her eyes. Her dark and dense eyelashes were like two small fans, covering her eyes, and she seemed to be unaware of the eyes that were staring at her.

Hu Yang was angry and came over and said, "Zhou Da Businessman, don't treat it inappropriately."

Zhou Xuanyang said proudly: "When I get the poet's creator, I can still give my beauty a reward."

Hu Yang didn't want to have a quarrel with Zhou Xuan, and he was still thinking about Zhou Xuan's sisters. But when he saw Zhou Xuan being aggressive and trying to get into the poet's title, he was flirting with the frivolous courtesan in front of him, he was angry: "You, a salt merchant, also want to be a poet's title, dream!"

Zhou Xuan sneered: "This is about comparing talent, not about who is more important than his parents, and he has the ability to rely on himself."

Hu Yang said angrily: "I am a hundred times better than you in terms of talent - Miss Liusu, let's give up this fishy and salty vulgar thing."

Because Zhou Xuan claimed to be a salt merchant, Hu Yang said that Zhou Xuan was covered in fishy and salty, and his words were insulted.

Wang Yang, the host of the poetry meeting, said: "All handsome men, please sit down and listen to the song of Miss Xiahou Liusu playing the guzheng first."

Zhou Xuan and Lin Ning sat on two low-end futons in the northwest direction, waiting to watch the show.

The wind is warm in April, the iron jingles on the eaves of the building are jingling and crisp. The sunshine at noon shines on the green glazed tiles, and the trees in the distant mountains are as poetic as picturesque.

Xiahou Liusu raised his eyelashes and his eyes were like water. With just one glance, everyone upstairs felt that Xiahou Liusu had seen it, a bright and bright feeling.

Zhou Xuan thought to himself: "This girl is not inferior to a glamorous girl. What a pity, you are a beauty, how can you become a thief?"

Xiahou Liusu raised his hands, slid his red sleeves down his arms, revealing his snow-white forearms, his jade wrist was wearing a twisted silk bracelet, and his fingertips plucked the silk strings, and a wonderful musical sound flowed out.

Zhou Xuan and Yang Xiaopin have a high appreciation of music when they are together day and night. They can be heard that Xiahou Liusu has extraordinary skills, complex melodies and expressiveness.

After playing the song, Xiahou Liusu Jingying said: "The song played by the little girl is called "Three Songs of Willow Cats". Willow catkins are also called "Shanghaihua". In March, spring is gone, and the flowers are flying in a mess. Please use the lyricists to write the theme of "Shuilong Yin" as a song card, and the four sounds are set as rhymes. Two incense sticks, and those with good meanings are selected as the three."

This courtesan is really tricky in giving the title. It is difficult to be her guest in the curtain!

The nine people entering the finals nodded secretly. This question is indeed difficult. It not only limits the tune but also uses rhyme. It is no longer possible to form the structure. Two incense sticks are less than half an hour. It is necessary to fill out this long tune, and the meaning of the words is good, which is difficult! It is too difficult!

Zhou Xuan also had to fill in two quizzes by one person, and the rhymes were the same, which was very difficult!

Zhou Xuan thought nervously, his thick eyebrows frowned slightly, and his hands were constantly crossed.

But strangely, since he arrived in Tang Dynasty, Zhou Xuan found that he had a particularly clear memory of the past. The books and poems he had read were as vivid as before his eyes when he was thinking about it, just like the elderly recalling the scenes when they were young, and remembering all the subtle things clearly.

About half a stick of incense was spent, Zhou Xuan stopped crossing his hands, his eyes shining with excitement, and he shouted in his heart: "Yes, there is, the masterpiece of the eternal chanting of the willow flowers, and there are two poems. It was a work of the songs of Su Shi and his friend Zhang Zhifu, both of which were used in the four-ring rhymes, haha."

Zhou Xuan began to write quickly. He wrote the poem by Su Shi to Lin Ning. Since Lin Ning wanted to win the title of poetry, he had to give her the best. He used the poem by Zhang Zhifu himself. In fact, Zhang Zhifu was the original singer and Su Shi was the harmony, which was equivalent to an imitation work. However, Su Shi was very talented, and his imitation work surpassed the original work, which was also a rare literary legend.

Lin Ning took the ball of paper that Zhou Xuan had sprung over and copied it on the flowery poem.

The cheating was discovered this time, Zhang Youwei, the female princess of the governor Zhang of Xuanzhou. Zhang Youwei heard Zhou Xuan's two sentences, "I will never regret it when my belt gets looser, and I will become haggard for her." Her heart was shocked. What kind of infatuation is this? What kind of woman makes this gentle young man in Jinling so in love? The belt gets looser, that is, lovesickness makes people thin. This young master Zhou is not thin, but maybe he was a fat man before, but he lost weight and looked good.

Zhang Youwei peeked at Zhou Xuan from time to time and found the secret of cheating between him and Mrs. Ning, and was even more shocked: "What, he fills in two quizzes by himself? So, "Dielianhua" and "Qingpingle" written by Mrs. Ning on the second floor were both written by Zhou Xuanzhi? This is really shocking!"

Zhou Xuan noticed that Zhang Youwei was looking at him and Lin Ning, and knew that she had seen the cheating incident. He was not worried at all. He stretched out his right index finger to put it on his lips and made a gesture to silence Zhang Youwei.

Zhang Youwei's pretty face blushed under the veil. He turned his head and stopped looking at him. He felt a little embarrassed and annoyed: "This person is talented, but he is flirting. He looked at Xiahou Liusu like that just now, looking like a drooling!" But somehow, the flirting man smiled and his thick eyebrows and white teeth were lingering, and his image was extremely distinct.

Zhou Xuan copied the lyrics of Yanghua in "Shuilong Yin" and appreciated it himself, thinking: "The poet's leader is the third sister-in-law, and the deputy Kui is me. He brought the three thousand taels of silver he won to Xinzhou. Build a sturdy big house in his hometown, which can last for thousands of years and be immortal. My Zhou ancestors lived there, and it was my turn - uh, it was a mess!"

Thinking of this, Zhou Xuan couldn't help but smile and found that someone had been peeked at again, one was Zhang Youwei and the other was Hu Yang. Zhang Youwei couldn't see the expression, and Hu Yang looked contempt and proud. His "Shuilong Yin" had been filled in, and he thought it was the best lyrics he had filled in since his life.

Seeing that the second incense had only been burning for half, and it was still waiting for a while. I wonder if Sister Daoyun and the others in the hall downstairs were still waiting there. They must have been hungry, right? So I got up and walked to the corridor, holding the railing and looking down.

Lin Ning also hurriedly followed her and Sanchi told her to protect her master, and she did not dare to take it lightly.

Zhou Xuan suddenly waved his hand and shouted: "The third brother - the third brother -"

Lin Ning leaned his head down and saw Sanchi standing on a Taihu stone downstairs looking upward, and quickly waved: "San brother——"

Sanchi asked: "Does the owner want to eat chestnut rice dumplings?"

Zhou Xuanying said: "Okay, come two, give one to my third sister-in-law."

Sanchi said, "Master, please spread your palms and don't move."

Zhou Xuan stretched out his right hand outside the railing, and his palm was facing upwards. When Sanchi threw the rice dumplings from below, he drew a five-meter arc in the air, and landed gently in Zhou Xuan's palm without bias.

"It's so accurate!" Zhou Xuan smiled and handed the rice dumpling to Lin Ning, then stretched out his hand, and Sanchi threw another one up.

Zhou Xuan asked loudly: "The third brother, where are the fairies and the others?"

"Brother Zhou Xuan, we are here." Lin Hanyun's voice came up with a crisp sound. She was holding a snatch in her hand, and she was smiling with her eyes.

Zhou Xuan said: "The poet is almost here to get it, I'll get it later."

The following scholars from Xuancheng who were watching the fun and waiting to decide the poet's leaps and clamored, some scolded and some shouted, claiming that the Xuanzhou courtesan would never be allowed to be picked by foreigners—

Zhou Xuan let them make a fuss. After eating the chestnut rice dumplings with a smile, he threw the rice dumplings downstairs lightly, which attracted another wave of criticism.

Back in the building, I saw that the white sandalwood was almost burned out. This time, Hu Yang was the first to submit the paper. In the end, three of them failed to submit the paper. This stipulates that the rhymes are too difficult. If there is no skill, there will be somewhere to fill it out in a short time!

Among the three who had not submitted the paper was Zhang Youwei, the number one talented woman in Xuanzhou. Because of this indifferent and talented Zhou Xuanzhi, Zhang Youwei was confused and only filled in the first half of the paper. He was not satisfied and erased it.

Qu Zhi, Wang Yang and Zhang Bi carefully appreciated the six quids collected, whispered and discussed for a long time, and then Wang Yang came forward and said, "All talented men and beautiful ladies, after being appreciated by me, the following three quids rank among the top three."

Wang Yangyin said: "When you open, you don't look at others, how can you fall in a flash? The sun is long and there is no mood, the corridor stands small, and the emotions are blurred. The rainy pond, the setting sun, the courtyard, the heavy door is closed. The difference is about to stay, and the light shirt is swept, and it is specially caused by the wind.

The flowers are gone, and don’t look for them, and the branches are covered with jade. It’s just a matter of harmony, sorrow and joy in the world are so fragmented. It’s better to be dust than to follow the flowing water. I’m afraid that the spring river can be stored, and tears of separation are separated - who wrote this poem?”

Young Master Lian Chang greeted: "I am going to make an urgent decision to make Wang Weng laugh."

Wang Yang said: "Young Master Lianchang is really a talented person, I admire you!" He chanted again:

"The sky is light and light, because the spring wind is urging to fall. When the high branches part, they hold their clothes and want to speak, but they feel like thoughts. They are filled with the mountains and rivers, and they are connected with the fog of flowers and fog, and their eyes are closed. I just sit quietly in my palms, and the warm velvet is awakened, and I have been shocked again.

The most beautiful sunset is the sunset, the red makeup is made up, the lovesickness is connected. The rain comes and runs, the slender waist is broken, and the graceful dream is broken. Where is the place where you are? The dust is calm and let it flow. After careful calculation, the ten-mile green dike is filled with tears - whose lyrics is this?"

Hu Yang's face was full of lust and said loudly: "What Hu Yang did in Xuanzhou."

Zhou Xuan nodded secretly. Young Master Lianchang was indeed very talented. Although it was not necessarily written within these two incense sticks, the meaning of the poem was far higher than that of Hu Yang.

The problem now is that two of the three A are out, and one of them is left. Zhou Xuan and Lin Ning will definitely lose the election.

I heard Wang Yang say, "This third poem "The Water Dragon Song" is particularly exquisite in the depiction of the willow flowers. Please listen to it - the swallows are busy and the orioles are lazy and the flowers are deserted. The willow flowers are falling on the dike. They fly lightly and dance around the green forest, with no talent. They take advantage of their leisure time to wander in the silk threads, and they are quiet to the deep courtyard, and the sun is closed. The bead curtain is scattered, hanging down, and they are lifted up by the wind before.

The orchid tent and jade man sleep, strange spring clothes, snow is decorated with jade. The embroidered bed is full, and countless fragrance balls are round but broken. When I see bees, they stick to light powder, and fish swallow water in the pond. Looking at the road on the Zhangtai, the golden saddle wanders, and tears are blooming - which masterpiece is this?"

Zhou Xuan thought for a while and replied, "I did it, but I dare not be arrogant and ranked among the top three."
To be continued...