Chapter 841 Si Lili

Amid everyone's mocking gazes, Fan Xian picked up his pen.

"Brother Qin has great literary talent. I don't think I can compete with him, but I got a poem here by chance, which I think I can do well."

Guo Baokun said disdainfully: "I got a poem by chance. How can you write a better poem than this one?"

Qin Hao resisted the urge to sew Guo Baokun's mouth shut. Please, that is a masterpiece by the poet saint Du Fu. It is known as the best seven-character poem in ancient and modern times. Can you not make him hate it?

Fan Ruoruo also walked behind Fan Xian at this moment and watched him write, with mixed emotions. On the one hand, she naturally did not want her brother to be humiliated by Guo Baokun. On the other hand, she was worried that her brother's poems would be better than Qin Hao's and make him lose face.

Ye Ling'er's eyes were not on Fan Xian at all at this moment. No matter how good Fan Xian's poems were, what did it have to do with her?

But soon, a burst of exclamations brought Ye Ling'er back from her thoughts, and she saw that all the talented people watching around looked like they had seen a ghost.

"The wind is strong and the sky is high, the apes are howling in mourning, and the white birds are flying back from the clear sands of Zhugistan.

The endless falling trees rustled, and the endless Yangtze River rolled in.

Wandering With Melancholy, a century on stage alone and sick.

Difficulty and bitterness hate the frost on the temples, and the wine glass is stained by the new stop. "

Guo Baokun's eyes almost popped out, and the talented He Zongwei almost fell down without losing his balance.

Li Hongcheng, the eldest son of Prince Jing, clapped his hands and applauded while reciting poems.

"Okay, what a poem."

The talented people around him also woke up one after another.

"It is indeed a good poem, but the Yangtze River is rolling in. What river is this Yangtze River? Why have I never heard of it?"

"Wanli is always a guest in the sad autumn, and he has been ill for hundreds of years and appears alone on the stage. It is really a good poem. This kind of masterpiece is the only one seen in the world."

The female guests seated across the curtain were also talking a lot at this moment.

"I didn't expect this illegitimate son from Danzhou to be so talented in literature?"

"If we compare it like this, Master Fan's poem is indeed better than Commander Qin's poem."

When Guo Baokun heard the comments from the people around him, his face turned red, like a cooked crab. He pointed at Fan Xian and then at the poem written by Fan Xian on the desk.

"You, your handwriting is too ugly, your handwriting is worthy of being called a scholar!"

After hemming and hawing for a long time, Guo Baokun finally found Fan Xian's weakness. He Zongwei on the side also commented: "It's really unsightly."

Fan Xian crossed his arms in front of his chest and said disdainfully: "We promised to compare poetry, not calligraphy. Why, you are not convinced. Just go ahead and write a few more poems. As long as they are better than this one, Fan No more poetry."

Qin Hao secretly laughed. This Guo Baokun has hit Fan Xian's gun. This "climbing high" can surpass many amazing and talented poets. It is called the first of ancient and modern seven-character rhymed poems. Not to mention Guo Baokun, even if it is He looked through three hundred Tang poems, but could not find any that could hold his head down.

Guo Baokun was choked and speechless, and could only look at Prince Jing aside.

Before Prince Jing could speak, Qin Hao stood up, raised his hands to everyone and said, "Master Fan's work today can be regarded as an eternal masterpiece. I am ashamed of myself and feel inferior."

"Hey, Commander Qin"

He Zongwei also had a dejected look on his face. He thought he was considered a minor talent in the capital, but today he met Qin Hao and Fan Xian one after another, especially Fan Xian's "Ascending", which made him almost unable to gain confidence in writing poetry.

After Qin Hao came out from Prince Jing's Mansion, Fan Ruoruo and Ye Ling'er also followed him out.

"You learned art from your great-uncle, did he teach you how to write poetry?" Ye Linger asked curiously.

Qin Hao smiled: "I have a good hand. I may never be able to write such a poem again in the future."

"Actually, you don't have to be discouraged. This poem is very good. Except for Fan Xian, no one in it can write as well as you. I really like your poems." Ye Ling'er said these words to encourage her. Having enough courage, that moment seemed to be more difficult than drawing her sword.

When Fan Ruoruo saw this scene, she said sourly: "You don't understand poetry, so why are you so diligent here?"

"I'm not talking to you, why are you interrupting!" Ye Ling'er glared at Fan Ruoruo unwilling to be outdone.

Seeing this, Qin Hao quickly interrupted: "Ahem, where is Fan Xian? Why hasn't he come out yet?"

Fan Ruoruo didn't care about arguing with Ye Ling'er. She said hello to Qin Hao and went to find Fan Xian. Ye Ling'er suddenly thought of something.

"Wan'er is still inside, I want to find her."

"Well, you go ahead, I'm going back to the military camp too."

Ye Ling'er was a little reluctant: "When did you come? The elders in my family often mention you."

"Then let's go in a few days. I should have paid a visit to you a long time ago, but I can't get away because of the emperor's orders."

The smile on Ye Ling'er's face bloomed like a flower, and then she ran away quickly. As a result, several talented people happened to see that the poetry meeting had dispersed and had just come out of Prince Jing's Mansion. They thought for a moment that they were dazzled.

"Did you just see that?"

"Well, I saw that the eldest lady of the Ye family actually behaves like a daughter sometimes."

"Hey, I think it was Commander Qin who left just now, right? Could it be?"

"Don't mention it, Commander Qin is the son of the minister of the Ministry of Punishment, and he is also a ninth-level master. The poem he just wrote in the Poetry Society is also a top-notch work. He is so talented in both literature and martial arts, it is no wonder that the eldest daughter of the Ye family is tempted."

"That's what I say, but don't forget that Commander Qin is Grandmaster Ye's direct disciple. He is a generation higher than Miss Ye's family."

Ye Ling'er returned to Prince Jing's Mansion and was looking for Lin Wan'er, but saw her looking at him with a playful look.

"Where did you go, Wan'er? I'll find you soon."

Lin Wan'er angrily slapped her hand away: "Don't come here. As soon as someone left, you forgot about me."

Ye Ling'er was embarrassed: "What nonsense are you talking about? I don't have it."

"Hmph, you said no. Ahem."

Lin Wan'er coughed for a while, and Ye Ling'er quickly blocked the wind outlet: "You think you're not in good health, so don't blow the wind here. You'll be coughing up blood soon. I'll take you back to the Royal Courtyard soon."

"Ahem. Don't try to hide it. Tell me honestly later on what to say to others after chasing him out."

On the other side, Fan Ruoruo also found Fan Xian, and Fan Xian excitedly told Fan Ruoruo that he had found the girl with chicken legs that day.

"Brother, which family does that girl with chicken legs belong to?"

"She said she is the maid of Prince Jing's Mansion."

"Handmaid?"

Fan Ruoruo's eyes widened, but Fan Xian didn't care. As a "traveler", he always upholds the concept that all people are created equal.

On the other side, in the palace hall, Mr. Hou was holding a secret report from the Inspection and Inspection Institute. It contained the details of today's poetry meeting in Prince Jing's Mansion, as well as the originals of two poems by Qin Hao and Fan Xian.

Emperor Qing became interested after hearing this.

"So, these two people are both versatile in both civil and military affairs?"

Eunuch Hou hurriedly handed the two poems to Emperor Qing.

Emperor Qing first picked up Qin Hao's poem, glanced at the words on it, and couldn't help but praise: "What a great calligraphy, square, powerful, and powerful. He is worthy of being the youngest ninth-level master in the Qing Kingdom. See Words are like seeing people, what a wonderful word."

Eunuch Hou said with a smile: "It's rare to hear His Majesty praise him so much. It shows that Commander Qin's words are excellent."

Emperor Qing ignored it and continued to read the poem. After reading it once, he savored it carefully.

"Yes, it is indeed a rare masterpiece with a heroic spirit."

But just after he finished speaking, Emperor Qing was a little confused: "You just said that Fan Xian's poems were rated as the best. Does that mean that this boy's poems are better than this one?"

With some curiosity, Emperor Qing thought of "climbing high".

"Difficulty and bitterness hate the frost on the temples, and the wine glass becomes turbid when the new one stops."

After Emperor Qing finished reading, he was silent for a long time and let out a sigh of relief.

"It is indeed a good poem that is rare to see in a century, but this poem is a little bit old-fashioned. How could that boy be so emotional?"

Emperor Qing changed the subject: "Has the Inspection and Examination Institute investigated it? Does this poem have a provenance?"

"Reporting to your majesty, I have checked it and it is not plagiarism." Eunuch Hou bowed his back carefully.

"That's strange."

Turning around, Qin Hao had just gone to court and before he walked out of the palace, he heard someone calling him from behind. When he turned around, he saw it was Guo Youzhi, the Minister of Rites.

"Commander Qin, it's rare that you have free time today. Can you please come to your house for a light meal?"

Qin Hao agreed: "Guo Shangshu invited me, how dare I refuse."

"Haha, Commander Qin said something serious. I had to thank you for letting me off my back. A little wine is not a sign of respect."

At Guo Youzhi's eager invitation, Qin Hao got on his carriage and headed all the way to his mansion.

Qin Hao naturally knew what the old fox had in mind, and he was also trying to see what kind of conditions the prince planned to offer to win over him.

Soon, the carriage stopped at the door of Guo Mansion.

Guo Baokun was already waiting at the door. The middle door of Guo Mansion was wide open, and the surrounding area was swept spotlessly. It could be said that Qin Hao was given the highest courtesy.

"Commander Qin, please."

"please."

Under the leadership of Guo Youzhi and his son, Qin Hao walked all the way through the corridor to the backyard, only to feel that his eyes suddenly opened up, and a courtyard surrounded by green bamboo came into view. The corridor paved with bluestone slabs meanders deep into the sky, with towering ancient trees on both sides, their branches and leaves whirling, and the light and shadow mottled. Flowers, trees and bonsais are scattered here and there. Flowers bloom in turns in all seasons, with subtle fragrances floating around. There is a green pond in the center, with koi swimming leisurely, lotus leaves and pavilions, which contrast with the rockeries, rocks, small bridges and flowing water. It is worthy of being the residence of a second-rank official of the dynasty.

"Guo Shangshu is indeed a learned man, and his courtyard is so elegant."

"Haha, if Commander Qin opens his mouth, such a house will be easily accessible." Guo You said pointedly.

Qin Hao pretended to be confused: "Guo Shangshu, please don't make fun of Qin. Qin can't afford such a house even if he saves for ten years."

Guo Youzhi smiled slightly and took Qin Hao's arm into the house.

The round table in the center of the room was already filled with delicacies, exuding bursts of aroma. There were forty or fifty kinds of dishes.

"Commander Qin, please take a seat."

As soon as Qin Hao sat down, Guo Youzhi winked at Guo Baokun. The latter understood, clapped his hands, and the sound of silk and bamboo began, followed closely by a group of dancing girls in cool clothes.

These dancers all have skin as smooth as gel and have hot bodies. As a crisp drum beat sounds, silk and bamboo chirp, the music is melodious. The dancers move in response to the sound. The women move lightly, their sleeves flutter, and sometimes Like a butterfly piercing a flower, sometimes like a fairy gliding over the waves, every turn and every gesture contains endless tenderness and rhythm.

Suddenly, a woman wearing black silk clothes walked onto the dance floor with her bare feet. Although she was wearing a veil, she could not hide her heavenly beauty. She raised her hands and feet to show her charm. Her eyes seemed to have a kind of magic. Following her swaying dance steps, It reveals a kind of enchanting beauty.

Guo Baokun was so drooling that he could not help but secretly regret. If he had known that this courtesan was so stunning, he should have enjoyed it in advance.

When Qin Hao saw the woman in black, a playful smile appeared on her lips, but he quickly pretended to be obsessed with it, and his eyes never left the woman's body.

When Guo Youzhi saw this scene, a proud smile appeared on his lips, and he thought to himself: No matter how powerful you are, you can't escape this finger-twisting and tender intestine.

At the end of the song, Guo Baokun took the lead in applauding, and Guo Youzhi glared at his good-for-nothing son with hatred.

It wasn't until Qin Hao also clapped his hands in praise that he said with a smile.

"Commander Qin, this is Miss Lili, the top oiran of Zuixianju. She has never performed in private before. If I hadn't heard that the guest was Commander Qin, even I wouldn't be able to invite her."

Si Lili lowered his head and chuckled: "Master Shangshu, don't make fun of the Nu family, but today we are really here for Commander Qin. The Nu family really likes your excellent work at the Prince Jing's Mansion Poetry Conference yesterday."

Hearing Si Lili talk about this, the smile on Guo Baokun's face froze immediately. He originally wanted to use this poetry meeting to suppress Fan Xian and make him look embarrassed, but in the end, it made him famous. Overnight, Fan Xian The song "Deng Gao" he composed has long been famous in the capital.

Qin Hao smiled and said, "Miss Lili is ridiculous. At yesterday's poetry meeting, Mr. Fan became a blockbuster. His song 'Deng Gao' shocked the past and the present. Qin admired him very much."

Guo Baokun heard this and said quickly: "Commander Qin, don't let others' ambitions destroy your own prestige. I don't know where Fan Xian got a poem by chance. Just by looking at his handwriting, you can tell that he is an uneducated and unskilled person. How?" Can be compared with Commander Qin."

Si Lili also answered: "Mr. Fan's poems are indeed amazing and beautiful, but they are a little too old. I still like Mr. Qin's poems. They are majestic and can be called masterpieces."

"Since Miss Lili admires Commander Qin's poems so much, why not give Commander Qin a toast? Commander Qin and Miss Lili are so talented and beautiful, it can be considered a good story." Guo Youzhi winked at Si Lili, who also cooperated very well. He picked up the wine glass and brought it to Qin Hao.

Qin Hao also cooperated and took the glass and drank it in one gulp.

Seeing this, Guo Youzhi waved his hand and the surrounding musicians withdrew. The dancers came over and stood carefully beside them to wait on them.

After three drinks and five dishes, Guo Youzhi was already tipsy and patted Qin Hao on the shoulder.

"Commander Qin, are you satisfied with today's arrangements?"

Qin Hao pretended to be drunk and lost his temper, and put his arms around Si Lili's slender waist: "Satisfied, so satisfied."

"Haha, since you are satisfied, why not let Miss Lili accompany you tonight."