Chapter 136
The Sapphire Case · Mid-Autumn Festival
Chapter 136 The Sapphire Case · Mid-Autumn Festival
"Miss, the leader of the Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Festival has come out."
In Jinhuan Lane, the little girl Jin Jin ran over excitedly and said to Li Shishi.
"Where? Let me take a look."
Li Shishi sat there, her two little hands tightened subconsciously. To be honest, she was still a little nervous.
Jin Jin immediately handed over a piece of rice paper to Li Shishi.
I saw it written on the rice paper: Sapphire Case Mid-Autumn Festival
"The east wind blows thousands of trees at night, blowing them down, and the stars raining down. The fragrance of BMW carved cars fills the road, the sound of phoenix flutes moves, the light of jade pot turns, and fish and dragons dance all night."
After reading Shangque, Li Shishi couldn't help being amazed. In a few short sentences, he had already described the grand occasion of the Mid-Autumn Festival vividly and vividly.
Today, the Bianhe River is very lively, BMW carved cars are everywhere, a fairyland on earth with chariots and horses, drums and music, lights and moonlight. His literary attainments are high.
Li Shishi couldn't help but look down. Although Li Shishi was a prostitute, he was a talented prostitute. In the Song Dynasty, it was not easy to be a prostitute in a place like Fanlou.
He also needs to be able to play piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, especially for an oiran like Li Shishi, who has a very high level of attainment in poetry, otherwise he wouldn't be favored by an old cynic like Zhou Bangchang.
Although Zhou Bangchang was fascinated by Li Shishi from his lower body on the one hand, but Li Shishi's talent was recognized by many talents.
The Shangque is magnificent, describing the scene of the Mid-Autumn Festival as a fairyland on earth, and Li Shishi is a little curious. How should I write the next Que?
She couldn't help but look down curiously.
"Moth Xueliu is a golden thread, full of laughter and faint fragrance. The crowd searched for him thousands of times, and suddenly looked back, but the man was there, in a dimly lit place."
Li Shishi was stunned. He didn't expect that this person would go down the que, but suddenly he changed his writing style from describing scenery to describing people.
"Moth's snow willow golden strands, the laughter is full of dark fragrance..."
Li Shishi couldn't help but look down at the clothes he was wearing now. Now, isn't he the one who wrote it?
Xiayu deliberately describes the protagonist looking for a lonely woman standing in a dimly lit place among the clouds of beautiful women. The conception is exquisite, the language is exquisite, subtle and tactful, and the aftertaste is endless.
"Who wrote this poem?"
The poem Li Shishi got in his hand was a copy copied by others, so he couldn't help asking excitedly at this moment.
Jin Jin sighed regretfully to Master Li, and said to Master Li:
"It's a pity, sister, this poem was not written by Mr. Lin."
"Who did it?"
Li Shishi asked curiously, and at the same time felt a little nervous.
"It was done by a talented man named Mu Ji."
Jin Jin said softly.
"What time?"
Li Shishi was stunned, he had never heard of this person before.
Could it be that I have an extra crush with outstanding literary talents?
This is not surprising, after all, there are many people who like such an excellent woman like herself, and even the old emperor Zhao Ji was shocked when he saw her once.
It's just such a small episode, what should I do if I make this wooden table my guest of entry?
Lin Fan, how old are you?
Isn't this wooden table the name that Lin Fan took half of it?
Li Shishi was stunned, she looked suspiciously at the little maid Jin Jin.
Jin Jin couldn't help laughing at this time, she smiled at Li Shishi and said:
"That's right, Mu Ji is Mr. Lin. He is really too bad, and he deliberately named him that way. When I saw it, I was shocked..."
At this time, the little maid was chattering beside her.
Li Shishi couldn't help but smile, she suddenly found that Lin Fan was really a treasure boy.
Even the poems are so powerful, and now I can't even do without her mentally.
"I think there should be no suspense for this poem to win the first prize."
Li Shishi said with some satisfaction.
Of course, what is being said here is that Lin Fan's cooking skills are relatively good. It is really unexpected that a man can actually cook, and the food he cooks is actually so delicious.
"Are there any other good poems? Take them over and have a look."
Li Shishi put away this poem of Lin Fan's confession to himself with some treasure.
"Gone."
Jin Jin said to Master Li.
"Gone?"
Li Shishi asked with some doubts.
There are no mobile phones and TVs these days, so naturally there are no such things as entertainment programs. The only way for these talented and learned people to spend their time is to read the poems written by these migrant poets.
If you can get a classic poem or two from it, you will feel very satisfied immediately.
"I know that the poems written by others must not be as high-quality as this poem, but it's not impossible, right?"
Master Li said softly.
Jin Jin shook his head and said helplessly:
"This Mr. Lin is too ruthless. He suppressed all the talents with one poem. He competed with Zhou Bangchang at that time, and after he finished writing, he directly prevented Zhou from writing."
Li Shishi was stunned for a moment, there was such a thing.
This is indeed the case for ancient literati, like Cui Hao, a famous poet in the Tang Dynasty. After finishing a poem on the Yellow Crane Tower, Li Bai, a poet at that time, did not dare to write after he climbed the Yellow Crane Tower. way exceeds the height of the poem.
After all, Li Bai, the poet fairy, is still a little bit worried about having to climb a famous building through the ages but not being able to write poems and leave ink.Later, when Li Bai visited the Phoenix Terrace in Jinling, he wanted to compete with Cui Hao in composing poems, so he imitated Cui Hao's "Yellow Crane Tower" and wrote a poem, which is "Climbing the Phoenix Terrace in Jinling".
However, although Zhou Bangchang had some talents, he was not as good as the great poet Li Bai, so after facing Lin Fan's extremely high-level poem at this time, he was afraid and trembled so much that he didn't dare to write.
"And I heard that Mr. Zhou fainted."
Jin Jin said with a sigh on the side.
Hearing this, Master Li couldn't help frowning, and said softly:
"I used to think that Mr. Zhou was very personable, but who knew that his measurement was so small."
(PS: Qingyu Case, Yuanxi, is quoted from my favorite lyricist Xin Qiji. Here I moved this lyric to the Mid-Autumn Festival. It seems that there is no sense of disobedience. Everything is for the needs of the plot. I hope everyone will like it.)
(End of this chapter)
"Miss, the leader of the Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Festival has come out."
In Jinhuan Lane, the little girl Jin Jin ran over excitedly and said to Li Shishi.
"Where? Let me take a look."
Li Shishi sat there, her two little hands tightened subconsciously. To be honest, she was still a little nervous.
Jin Jin immediately handed over a piece of rice paper to Li Shishi.
I saw it written on the rice paper: Sapphire Case Mid-Autumn Festival
"The east wind blows thousands of trees at night, blowing them down, and the stars raining down. The fragrance of BMW carved cars fills the road, the sound of phoenix flutes moves, the light of jade pot turns, and fish and dragons dance all night."
After reading Shangque, Li Shishi couldn't help being amazed. In a few short sentences, he had already described the grand occasion of the Mid-Autumn Festival vividly and vividly.
Today, the Bianhe River is very lively, BMW carved cars are everywhere, a fairyland on earth with chariots and horses, drums and music, lights and moonlight. His literary attainments are high.
Li Shishi couldn't help but look down. Although Li Shishi was a prostitute, he was a talented prostitute. In the Song Dynasty, it was not easy to be a prostitute in a place like Fanlou.
He also needs to be able to play piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, especially for an oiran like Li Shishi, who has a very high level of attainment in poetry, otherwise he wouldn't be favored by an old cynic like Zhou Bangchang.
Although Zhou Bangchang was fascinated by Li Shishi from his lower body on the one hand, but Li Shishi's talent was recognized by many talents.
The Shangque is magnificent, describing the scene of the Mid-Autumn Festival as a fairyland on earth, and Li Shishi is a little curious. How should I write the next Que?
She couldn't help but look down curiously.
"Moth Xueliu is a golden thread, full of laughter and faint fragrance. The crowd searched for him thousands of times, and suddenly looked back, but the man was there, in a dimly lit place."
Li Shishi was stunned. He didn't expect that this person would go down the que, but suddenly he changed his writing style from describing scenery to describing people.
"Moth's snow willow golden strands, the laughter is full of dark fragrance..."
Li Shishi couldn't help but look down at the clothes he was wearing now. Now, isn't he the one who wrote it?
Xiayu deliberately describes the protagonist looking for a lonely woman standing in a dimly lit place among the clouds of beautiful women. The conception is exquisite, the language is exquisite, subtle and tactful, and the aftertaste is endless.
"Who wrote this poem?"
The poem Li Shishi got in his hand was a copy copied by others, so he couldn't help asking excitedly at this moment.
Jin Jin sighed regretfully to Master Li, and said to Master Li:
"It's a pity, sister, this poem was not written by Mr. Lin."
"Who did it?"
Li Shishi asked curiously, and at the same time felt a little nervous.
"It was done by a talented man named Mu Ji."
Jin Jin said softly.
"What time?"
Li Shishi was stunned, he had never heard of this person before.
Could it be that I have an extra crush with outstanding literary talents?
This is not surprising, after all, there are many people who like such an excellent woman like herself, and even the old emperor Zhao Ji was shocked when he saw her once.
It's just such a small episode, what should I do if I make this wooden table my guest of entry?
Lin Fan, how old are you?
Isn't this wooden table the name that Lin Fan took half of it?
Li Shishi was stunned, she looked suspiciously at the little maid Jin Jin.
Jin Jin couldn't help laughing at this time, she smiled at Li Shishi and said:
"That's right, Mu Ji is Mr. Lin. He is really too bad, and he deliberately named him that way. When I saw it, I was shocked..."
At this time, the little maid was chattering beside her.
Li Shishi couldn't help but smile, she suddenly found that Lin Fan was really a treasure boy.
Even the poems are so powerful, and now I can't even do without her mentally.
"I think there should be no suspense for this poem to win the first prize."
Li Shishi said with some satisfaction.
Of course, what is being said here is that Lin Fan's cooking skills are relatively good. It is really unexpected that a man can actually cook, and the food he cooks is actually so delicious.
"Are there any other good poems? Take them over and have a look."
Li Shishi put away this poem of Lin Fan's confession to himself with some treasure.
"Gone."
Jin Jin said to Master Li.
"Gone?"
Li Shishi asked with some doubts.
There are no mobile phones and TVs these days, so naturally there are no such things as entertainment programs. The only way for these talented and learned people to spend their time is to read the poems written by these migrant poets.
If you can get a classic poem or two from it, you will feel very satisfied immediately.
"I know that the poems written by others must not be as high-quality as this poem, but it's not impossible, right?"
Master Li said softly.
Jin Jin shook his head and said helplessly:
"This Mr. Lin is too ruthless. He suppressed all the talents with one poem. He competed with Zhou Bangchang at that time, and after he finished writing, he directly prevented Zhou from writing."
Li Shishi was stunned for a moment, there was such a thing.
This is indeed the case for ancient literati, like Cui Hao, a famous poet in the Tang Dynasty. After finishing a poem on the Yellow Crane Tower, Li Bai, a poet at that time, did not dare to write after he climbed the Yellow Crane Tower. way exceeds the height of the poem.
After all, Li Bai, the poet fairy, is still a little bit worried about having to climb a famous building through the ages but not being able to write poems and leave ink.Later, when Li Bai visited the Phoenix Terrace in Jinling, he wanted to compete with Cui Hao in composing poems, so he imitated Cui Hao's "Yellow Crane Tower" and wrote a poem, which is "Climbing the Phoenix Terrace in Jinling".
However, although Zhou Bangchang had some talents, he was not as good as the great poet Li Bai, so after facing Lin Fan's extremely high-level poem at this time, he was afraid and trembled so much that he didn't dare to write.
"And I heard that Mr. Zhou fainted."
Jin Jin said with a sigh on the side.
Hearing this, Master Li couldn't help frowning, and said softly:
"I used to think that Mr. Zhou was very personable, but who knew that his measurement was so small."
(PS: Qingyu Case, Yuanxi, is quoted from my favorite lyricist Xin Qiji. Here I moved this lyric to the Mid-Autumn Festival. It seems that there is no sense of disobedience. Everything is for the needs of the plot. I hope everyone will like it.)
(End of this chapter)