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Chapter 15: Cloud Wants Clothes and Flowers Want Rong

Only then did they notice that Yun Jiaojiao's encouragement had ended, and all the scholars were shaking their heads, scratching their beards, and thinking hard.

Xiao Chuan said: "Brother Xifeng, if you want to pick up girls, you have to write it yourself to show your sincerity."

He Tuo smiled wryly and said: "It's okay for a certain essay, but this poem is much worse than that of my virtuous brother."

Xiao Chuan said: "Okay, let me tell you, brother Yuwen Xian can write for me."

Yu Wenyan knew that his handwriting was not good, so she didn't delay, she just picked up the pen and said, "Okay, I am willing to help."

Xiao Chuan said in his heart: "I'm sorry, Yuhuan fat girl, first use the poem that praised you, and let Li Bai write another poem for you in the future. Who will let that drunkard fight wine with a hundred poems?"

Xiao Chuan picked up the bamboo chopsticks, tapped them a few times, and then said loudly: "Yun Xiang's clothes are beautiful, and the spring breeze blows the Revlon.

If it wasn't for Qunyu Mountain, I would meet Yaotai under the moon. "

Although He Tuo is not good at writing poems, he has a good appreciation level, and he applauded and applauded when he heard the words.

Yu Wenyan re-read it softly, her eyes sparkled, and she said: "Good poem, brother Dugu, please give the poem a name."

Xiao Chuan said: "Qingping tune."

The maid in the private room brought the poems written by the scholar to the stage, and Yang Xuangan read them loudly one by one. After reading the good poems, cheers erupted from time to time on the second and first floors.

Suddenly Yang Xuangan saw a pair of words, he couldn't help frowning, and remained silent for a long time.

A Turkic man on the second floor shouted, "Hey, are you dumb? Why don't you keep reading?"

Feeling helpless, Yang Xuan said: "This person's writing is a bit different, please read it, and everyone can comment on it."

"Two big long lotus roots, a pair of white steamed buns, the feet are smooth and greasy, and they don't smell at all."

"puff!"

The scholar who was drinking tea spat out a mouthful of tea and said, "Who wrote this? It's really vulgar."

"It's really insulting to gentlemen, and we are ashamed to be with you."

"Oh, how uneducated!"

A Turkic man stood up, patted his chest and shouted, "This poem is mine, what's the matter?"

A literati who was close said: "Well written, your poems are just like you, I admire you."

The Turkic man just sat down and said, "Hahaha, it's not too bad, come on, drink!"

Yang Xuangan continued to recite poems and said: "This one is "Wushan High" composed by the prince Pu Liuruyong for the Yun family..."

Ruyi said: "Xiao Langjun, what is "Wushan High"?"

Yu Wenyan explained: ""Wushan High" is one of the 1 songs of the drums of the Han Dynasty. In the matter of meeting, Pu Liuruyong compared everyone Yun to the goddess of Wushan, expressing the feelings of morning clouds and evening rains, this poem is not as poetic as Wang Rong's in the Southern Qi Dynasty, but it is still a good work." [Note [-]]

Ruyi glanced at Xiao Chuan and said, "How about comparing it with "Qing Ping Diao"?"

Yu Wenyan smiled and said: "I watched "Qing Ping Diao" which is even better than Wang Rong's "Wushan High".

Ruyi pouted and said, "The poems of Mr. Dugu Xiaolang are two steps above Pu Liuruyong's poems."

Yu Wenyan smiled and said: "Wen Wu is the first, Wu Wu is the second, everyone's appreciation is different."

He Tuo said: "So, Mr. Yuwen Xiaolang admires Brother Dugu more?"

Yu Wenyan smiled and said: "A certain pair of talented people appreciate it."

Xiao Chuan scratched his head, smiled embarrassingly, and said to himself, "No wonder all those who travel through time write poems and chant essays to pretend to be x, it really is cool."

At this moment, Yang Xuangan said: "My lords, the ten of you have already performed your talents, now we invite three literary talents to evaluate the poems of the ten of you, whoever gets the most excellent works will be the oiran of this year. "

Three middle-aged scribes were invited to the stage, read the poems one by one, exchanged and commented a few words from time to time, and finally the leader wrote the results on cocoon paper.

Holding the silkworm cocoon paper in his hand, Yang Xuangan said loudly: "The first popular master won 5 poems, among which Xiao Chuan's "Pipa Girl" was rated as the best work No.3,...the tenth Yun master won 15 poems, Among them, Pu Liuruyong's "Wushan High" and Xiao Chuan's "Qing Ping Diao" are tied for No. 1, congratulations to Yun Yun for winning the oiran of this year's poetry competition, and please Yun Yun to choose the guest of honor!"

Master Yun winked like silk, and said with a smile: "My family chooses Pu Liu Ru Yong."

He Tuo slapped his thigh and said regretfully: "Oh, brother Dugu's poem is obviously the best, but I didn't expect everyone to choose Puliu Ruyong!"

Xiao Chuan said: "Brother Xifeng, you just don't understand the world. There is a woman looking for a son-in-law. Some of the people who come are talented and some are young. How do you choose?"

He Tuo asked in confusion, "How to choose?"

Xiao Chuan said: "Of course I am elected to be an official."

He Tuo said: "That's right, no matter how you look at it, following the son of Sui Guogong is more promising than following you, Bai Ding."

At this moment, a few Turkic people stood up and walked to the railing on the second floor. Erqin, the leader, shouted to the stage on the first floor: "Hey, that peach blossom stone, my poems are so good, why are you so good?" Don't choose me as the guest of honor?"

Before Yang Xuangan could speak, Yun Shitai sarcastically said, "Hey, is that what you call poetry? It's not even as good as a rhetoric."

Erqin said: "My poem is a realistic poem. That little girl's legs are like white lotus roots, but they are like steamed buns. What's wrong with that?"

Yun Shitai was furious, and jumped up against the case, shouting: "Barbarian, don't insult a certain girl, your grandma is like a steamed bun."

Erqin did not show weakness and shouted: "Little Taohua Shi, if you bluff again, I will beat you to death."

Yun Shide and Yun Shiduan also stood up, came to his younger brother, and shouted: "Want to fight? Who is afraid of whom!"

Several other Turkic people also stood beside Erqin, gearing up.

Men in Guanzhong have always been bloody, a dozen literati stood up one after another, surrounded the Yun brothers, and scolded the Turkic people.

Seeing that the situation was about to deteriorate, suddenly a loud shout came from behind the crowd: "Stop, everyone disperse."

It turned out that it was Pu Liuru who came forward bravely.

"Everyone, today is a grand meeting in the poetry world. It could have spread a good story. If it is noisy, it will be stigmatized for thousands of years. Several envoys, Dazhou and Turkic are friendly neighbors. If there is a fight, it will affect the diplomatic relations between the two countries. It is estimated that the Turkic Khan will not let it go. Right? Why don’t you take care of a certain face, let’s end today’s matter, and the expenses of the envoys here will all be counted on a certain head, how about eating, drinking and having fun as much as you want?”

Erqin saw that Pu Liuruyong was dressed in gorgeous clothes and behaved elegantly, and he didn't dare to underestimate him. Then he thought that he had a mission this time, and if he got stuck, it would not be worth the candle if he got stuck, so he went downhill. The donkey said: "Okay, since the gentleman came forward to mediate, let's forget it this time, let's go, let's call some girls and have a good time."

Seeing the Turks leaving, Yun Shitai was still a little angry, Pu Liuruyong said in a low voice: "Forget it, the Great Zhou Dynasty is weak now, let the Turks be rampant for a while."

Yun Shide said: "Yes, the court decides the exchanges between the two countries. Let's go to the bar."

Master Yun asked: "What kind of wine are you drinking? Didn't you see that the little girl is still waiting to exchange poems with the prince?"

PS: [Note 1] Excerpted from "Gushiwenwang"

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　　Wu Shangao (9 authors)
　　"Wushan Mountain High" - Liu Ji (Ming Dynasty)

　　"Wushan Mountain High" - Yu Wei (Tang Dynasty)

　　"Wushan High" - Anonymous (Chinese)

　　"Wushan Mountain High" - Gu Lu (Ming Dynasty)

　　"Wushan Mountain High" - Qiao Zhizhi (Tang Dynasty)
　　"Wushan Mountain High" - Fan Yun (Northern and Southern Dynasties)

　　"Wushan Mountain High" - Wang Zhi (Song Dynasty)

　　"Wushan Mountain High" - Yang Shiqi (Ming Dynasty)
　　"Wushan Mountain High" - Zou Denglong (Song Dynasty)
　　
　
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