Simulation becomes reality, have I ever looked down upon the eternity?

Chapter 349 How can ordinary people know me? Ask for poems
【Faced with this matter, you decide...】

1. Show your talent at the banquet and write a few poems. (Hint: It may be good for the future.)
2. The Banquet of Flowers restrained its edge and did not write poetry. (Hint: It may have an impact on the future.)
3. End in-person participation. (1/3)

The cauldron of status in the sea of ​​​​heart was struck, and the words on it slowly froze.

Yu Ke looked at the prompts for the three options above.

No hesitation, just choose.

1. Show your talent at the banquet and write a few poems. (Hint: It may be good for the future.)
Yu Ke was thinking about the poems about "female heroes".

Zhang Yuan was a little disappointed when he saw that Master Guan didn't seem to have any intention of writing poetry.

He was aware of the talent of this young master Guan and felt particularly sorry for him.

If Young Master Zai Guan can become famous at the Banquet of Beauties, it will certainly be beneficial to him in the Xie Mansion.

Li Shijun also wanted to see the poems of Mr. Xie to see if he had any talent.

This time!

The young man slowly walked towards the table.

Although Jia Yu pretended not to care, his eyes followed Xie Guan's figure involuntarily. Quietly, several people also approached the yellow pear table full of pens and ink.

Everyone saw Xie Guan gently pick up a brush from the pen holder. There were delicate patterns carved on the pen shaft.

It seems to be written!

Zhou Yuner also stood up and said in a voice as gentle as the spring breeze: "Master Guan, Yuner will grind ink for you."

Yu Ke just nodded.

He held the pen and a familiar feeling arose spontaneously, as if he had been writing for four or five years.

The pen and ink in my hand are familiar.

As for the poem for the "female hero", I already had the idea in my mind.

Yu Ke slowly put down his pen.

In an instant, the talents of "spirit in the pen" and "calmness in the chest" are triggered.

There is a unique aura emanating from her.

Just holding the pen made Li Xiangjun's eyes light up.

Jia Yu and the others did not take it too seriously at first, but when Xie Guan slowly began to write down a few words, their faces were shocked.

As students of Chongshan Academy, they naturally have their own judgment on the quality of calligraphy.

Several of them were students of Chongshan Academy, so they naturally knew the quality of the calligraphy.

The pen and ink stain the paper, and the black ink soaks into the white paper.

He wrote down each word slowly, his strokes flowing like a dragon, with pauses and dots, in an elegant and free-flowing manner.

Every word is like a dragon leaping and a tiger leaping.

Although Zhang Yuanlai had seen Xie Guan's calligraphy a long time ago, he felt at this moment that his brushstrokes were more powerful than ever before. Every stroke seemed so smooth, natural and perfect.

He couldn't help but admire secretly in his heart.

A variety of weather conditions!

Zhou Yuner's eyes were full of excitement.

Zhang Yuanlai slowly read out the above sentence.

"I stayed in Bianjing for a while, and it was already New Year's Eve. The yellow flowers were in full bloom under the fence, and the rice seedlings looked as if they had been wiped clean."

The mood is depressing, it turns out to be a short song.

Zhang Yuanlai also frowned slightly. The title of the poem is "Female Hero", and the artistic conception is that women are not necessarily inferior to men.

but!

The opening of the first stanza truly expresses the sadness and fragility of a woman.

Like a girl in the boudoir sighing about the passing of spring and autumn.

Everyone saw Xie Guan continue writing.

"The songs from all sides finally fell, and after eight years, I missed the south of the Yangtze River."

"I've been forced to be a beautiful woman, but I just don't want to do it!"

Zhang Yuanlai read it out slowly, and it seemed to fit the scene perfectly.

Today, Da Qi is leaking from all sides, there are demons in Jiannan Road, and the Yellow River in the south of the Yangtze River has burst its banks, causing countless victims.

When Li Shijun read the next sentence, "I am forced to be a beautiful woman, but I just don't want to!", her heart was filled with turmoil.

The meaning is "They just want to raise me as a noble lady in Bianjing, but in my heart, I despise them so much."

As the poem progresses, the image of a woman who is concerned about her country and her people and has the world in her heart gradually becomes clear to everyone.

She leaned against the window, her eyes penetrating the dense trees in the pavilion and gazing at the disaster-shrouded land of Jiangnan in the distance.

Her heart was filled with sorrow.

However, just when everyone thought that the poem would end with this sad and lingering mood.

Xie Guan's brushstrokes suddenly changed, and the artistic conception suddenly became clear!
Jia Yu could not help but recite slowly, "I am not a man in my body. But my heart is as fierce as a man! I am always passionate because of others."

After Jia Yu finished reading it, he was shocked.

Since the Great Qi Dynasty, poetry and prose have developed over hundreds of years and have already formed their own unique style and system. Those works with profound artistic conception and magnificent atmosphere often show their unique charm through words with neat parallelism and harmonious rhyme.

However, among these complex and varied poems and essays, there are not many works that can truly return to simplicity and touch people's hearts, and those who can reach this level are often the masters of the poetry world.

Xie Guan's poem uses a plain and straightforward narrative style to get into the situation in just a few sentences, bringing the reader into the perspective of a woman.

His brushstrokes are delicate and affectionate, depicting the woman's inner world vividly.

The following sentence, "I have always been brave and passionate because of others," expresses the woman's true feelings and ambitions vividly.

Jia Yu and the other two looked at each other. They had already deeply felt the excellence of Xie Guan's poem.

Even Zhou Yuner, who is not a person who understands poetry, can feel the appropriateness and catchiness of these lines.

Zhang Yuanlai couldn't help but pull with both hands and tear up the poem he had just written.

Compared with what I wrote, there is a huge gap and it is far from enough.

Xie Guan continued writing.

"Who can understand my mind among the common people? A hero must suffer at the end of his life."

"Where can I find a soulmate in this world?"

Xie Guan was the last to write.

"The shirt is wet!"

All in one go!
Yu Ke gently put the brush back on the bookshelf.

Zhang Yuanlai looked at the last few sentences, clenched his fists, and slowly read: "How can a vulgar man understand my mind?"

He exhaled, feeling a lot of emotions in his heart.

Jia Yu's eyes were also shocked.

"Where can I find a soulmate in this world?"

In the end, I was the only one with "wet shirt!"

Zhang Yuanyuan couldn't help but exclaimed: "This is the best poem I've seen today."

Jia Yu did not answer, but he knew that what Zhang Yuan said was true.

He Xiao's expression looked quite complicated. He obviously had not expected that this Young Master Xie had such outstanding talent in poetry.

This poem will undoubtedly stand out in today's competition and become the focus of everyone's attention.

As for whether it can win the first place, although it is still difficult to predict, He Xiao has already determined in his heart that this poem can definitely be among the top three.

A strange idea arose in his mind, and he wanted to claim the poem as his own, but everyone present did not agree.

He Xiao shook his head again, dispelling the unrealistic thoughts in his mind.

In the literary world of Da Qi, plagiarism of poetry is the most despicable behavior. Once discovered, there will be no place for it.

Therefore, he would never let himself get into such a situation.

Yu Ke looked at the poems on the paper and felt satisfied.

After thinking about the contents of the simulation again, he signed his name at the bottom of the paper.

"Poetry gathering at Caotang, thanks for watching."

Zhou Yuner had already carefully handed it to the emcee who came over. The emcee just glanced at the handwriting on it without reading the poem, and put it aside to be selected by Madam Gongsun herself.

The reason is simple: Xie Guan's calligraphy is simply too outstanding.

The MC leaves.

The look in Jia Yu and the other two's eyes when they looked at Xie Guan had obviously changed.

Xie Guan today's "trading" of calligraphy and painting with the second prince.

And this poem will surely make him famous in Bian Jing.

After finishing the poem, Yu Ke sat back in his original seat.

Zhou Yuner considerately picked the flowers for him, put them on a plate and pushed them in front of him.

Li Xiangjun seemed to be thinking about something. She stood up and said goodbye and left.

Feng Yaya looked at Li Xiangjun's departing back and seemed to have thought of something.

Yu Ke roughly estimated that the time he had "personally participated" in was about one day.

He followed Xie Guan's memory and visualized the two swords in his mind.

"Sword to Slay Demons", "Sword to Slay Ghosts".

It seemed that Xie Guan had already comprehended all of the Sword of Killing Ghosts, leaving only the Sword of Killing Demons to be fully comprehended.

Yu Ke's heart moved, and the big tripod rang in his heart.

Shining on the two swords.

at this time!

The second courtesan at the banquet began to take the stage.

She is a woman who performs the musical instrument.

Cheers were heard all around.

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Li Xiangjun walked lightly with lotus steps, slowly passing through the four areas A, B, C, and D.

She walked through the busy backstage and headed towards the specific area behind the square stage of the Banquet of Flowers, where the courtesans of the Banquet prepared before going on stage.

Go behind the scenes!

She peeked inside the curtain. The air was filled with tension and excitement. The women were busy putting on their flowers and combing their hair into beautiful buns in preparation for the upcoming performance.

Yuehuaxuan, as one of the three brothels in the Banquet of Beauties, naturally has its own exclusive area.

As a member of Yuehuaxuan, Li Xiangjun is very familiar with the people here.

Although she walked slowly, there was a hint of anxiety hidden in her expression.

"Sister Xiangjun, why are you here?"

A woman saw Li Xiangjun and asked curiously, with a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes.

"I'm here to see Sister Yun."

When the woman heard this, her eyes moved slightly, then she pushed open the curtain and led Li Xiangjun in.

"When will Sister Yun go on stage?"

"This time the draw may be in the second half, so there is no rush."

Li Xiangjun then breathed a sigh of relief, walked through the curtain, and stepped into the Yuehua Xuan behind the scenes. What she saw before her was a busy and orderly scene.

In addition to Nihuang who has already appeared on the stage, there are also seven oirans gathered here.

They were all busy preparing for the upcoming performance.

Hu Yunniang and Chenxiang were dressing themselves up carefully in front of a dressing table.

They were surrounded by several maids, busy arranging various ornaments and props.

Li Xiangjun's gaze involuntarily fell on them, and the long-suppressed resentment in her heart surged up again.

She couldn't help but touch her chest, only to feel a throbbing pain.

Recalling last year, Li Xiangjun was determined to win the title of the most beautiful courtesan, but was surpassed by her two competitors, Hu Yunniang and Chenxiang, at the last moment.

Her heart was filled with regret and resentment, and this feeling had been hidden deep in her heart, like a huge rock, pressing on her and making it hard for her to breathe.

She slowly withdrew her gaze and looked elsewhere.

There was a woman in flowing white clothes, with an elegant and gentle temperament. She was gently combing her long black hair in front of a bronze mirror. Her movements were soft and graceful.

"Sister Yun, Xiangjun is here."

The woman in white turned around when she heard the voice and a warm smile appeared on her face.

She is Li Xiangjun’s best friend, Yun Wan from Yuehuaxuan.

"Sister Xiangjun, why are you here?" she greeted her kindly.

Hu Yunniang and Chenxiang seemed to have heard the voices of Yunwan and Li Xiangjun, and they all cast their concerned glances over.

They knew that Li Xiangjun was the most popular person in Yuehuaxuan last year and was everyone's favorite candidate for the oiran.

Everyone in Yuehuaxuan knew that Li Xiangjun and Yun Wan were close friends and always traveled together.

At this time, the banquet for beauties will begin.

Why did Li Xiangjun come here?
There was also a hint of confusion on Yun Wan's face. She originally thought that Li Xiangjun would relax with the company of Zhang Yuanlai, He Xiao and others, but she didn't expect that she would suddenly appear here.

Li Xiangjun looked around. Although the place was not big, the seven courtesans each occupied a corner and the distance between them was not far.

I could hear several people talking clearly.

Li Xiangjun lowered her eyebrows and glanced at Hu Yunniang and Chenxiang. She did not hide anything, but told them what had just happened at Xie Guan's place.

When she mentioned that the second prince asked for a painting, Yun Wan's face showed surprise.

"The Second Prince wants a painting? This is really rare. I think Sister Yuner will become famous because of this."

Yun Wan sighed, she knew very well what it meant to be favored by the Second Prince in such a prosperous occasion.

"This Xie Guan...it seems that sister Yaya has a good eye. We have always been pessimistic about Zhang Yuanlai, but now it seems that the people he is dating besides people like He Xiao also have some extraordinary people."

Li Xiangjun then continued to tell Yun Wan about Xie Guan's poem for Gongsun Niangzi.

"Sister Yun, do you have any writing brushes or ink?"

Li Xiangjun suddenly asked.

Yun Wan was slightly stunned, then nodded and took out the pen, ink, paper and inkstone from the table beside her.

Li Xiangjun took the pen and ink and slowly wrote out the poem written by Xie Guan.

Yun Wan carefully read the poem on the paper, and the surprise on her face became more and more intense.

“I didn’t expect that Xie Guan, who was famous in the West Wing before, lived up to his reputation.”

When Hu Yunniang, who was standing by, heard the name "Xie Guan", her eyes instantly focused and she involuntarily listened attentively to the conversation between the two.

When she heard that the second prince would actually ask Xie Guan for a painting, she couldn't help but feel a little surprised.

She originally thought that Xie Guan was only good at calligraphy, but she didn't expect that he was also good at painting.

When Li Xiangjun mentioned that Xie Guan had written a poem for Gongsun Niangzi, Hu Yunniang looked at Yun Wan's face and seemed to be able to judge from her expression that the poem should be good.

however!
Chenxiang, who was standing by, heard the conversation between Li Xiangjun and Yun Wan. A trace of disdain flashed in his eyes, and a scornful smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

She has always looked down upon those who have a great reputation but no real talent or knowledge, and Xie Guan is no exception.

In her mind, how could a truly talented person remain indifferent in the face of Su Yun's sincere invitation?

If not for this, she would not have resolutely pulled Hu Yunniang away in front of Su Yun.

It’s ridiculous to think about it!

I'm afraid Li Xiangjun was blinded by Xie Guan.

Li Xiangjun turned to look at Yun Wan and asked softly, "Sister Yun, what do you think of this poem?"

Yun Wan nodded slightly and said in approval: "This kind of poetry would be amazing even at a banquet for all the beauties."

Li Xiangjun looked at him quietly.

Yun Wan already understood what he meant.

Li Xiangjun came here to ask Xie Guan for a poem to use as the opening poem.

(End of this chapter)