" I lean against the dangerous building, the wind is thin, I look at the sorrow of spring, and the darkness is born in the sky.”
Cai Xianggao read it unconsciously as he watched.
Just as he was reading, he saw orange talent suddenly jump on the paper and erupt.
Talent gushed out, forming a faint atmosphere.
"This is…"
Cai Xianggao's pupils shrank to the size of a needle tip as he screamed in disbelief.
"One sentence, Da Fu!"
One sentence!
It was just a sentence, and it actually reached the residence.
In other words, this sentence of his surpassed half of Cai Xianggao's poem.
However, strictly speaking, this was not how lyrics were written.
Whether it was poetry or lyrics, they all focused on one feeling.
Some of the words were ordinary at the beginning, but they were carefully foreshadowed. The last sentence was the finishing touch, directly turning the rotten into the magical.
There were also some poems that were high and low. The first part was full of talent, but the latter part was disappointing and became mediocre.
But Wang Ying was different.
His opening was simply explosive!
He only wrote one sentence and it reached the residence.
How could such a poem fail?
Would it fail?
If this poem could be completely written, what level would it reach in the end?
Cai Xianggao had already forgotten that he was competing with Wang Ying.
His instincts as a scholar were awakened.
He just wanted to witness the appearance of a great work at this moment.
Everyone held their breaths and waited for Wang Ying to continue writing.
Like Cai Xianggao, they felt like they were about to witness history.
Wang Ying held the pen and gently wrote the next sentence.
"In the grass, smoke, and light, there is no word.”
As soon as he finished writing, his energy gushed out again.
Every word that was written was emitting a dazzling golden light.
Wang Ying's body was filled with a majestic literary aura, and the fragrance of the brush and ink was released hundreds of times more than before.
Even the people outside Spring Breeze Building could smell the fragrance of the ink.
"A wonderful brush produces flowers, and the fragrance of ink spreads for ten miles…"
The Keeper's beard was trembling, and his eyes were moist.
What kind of lyrics was this?
There was actually a phenomenon.
The moment the phenomenon appeared, the energy gushed out for the second time. Everyone's eyes were in a daze, and suddenly there was a sense of desolation and loneliness.
The emotions conveyed by this poem directly infected them.
"Ming Province, Lord Ye's poem has reached the level of Ming Province!”
Someone was crying.
He was so excited that tears fell. Who was he? He was lucky enough to be able to witness such a great scene!
This made him feel that even if he died now, his life would be worth it.
"Don't make a fuss!"
Liu Sanyuan shouted in a low voice and then said with a trembling voice.
"Brother Ye, please continue."
He was afraid that outsiders would disturb Wang Ying.
Wang Ying was not affected at all. He continued to write.
"I want to get drunk and sing to wine.”
As soon as he said this, the scholars were all stunned and were still savoring the taste.
But in Spring Breeze Building, low sobbing sounds were already transmitted out.
The eight courtesans couldn't help but cry.
This " Butterfly Loves Flowers " was written by Liu Yong, and Liu Yong was the poet who understood women's emotions the most in that era.
His words had touched countless women.
Therefore, he could get drunk in brothels for a long time without paying.
It could be said that his words were as lethal to women as nuclear weapons.
Especially the girls from the brothels. When they thought about their own lives, they seemed to be smiling every day, but how sincere were they?
But didn't he agree with the phrase " forced music is tasteless "?
The energy gushed out three times, and orange light gathered in the sky, turning into a rainbow.
The meaning of the words conveyed a faint sadness that magnified in everyone's hearts.
The woman's eyes were filled with tears.
Those men with stories also felt the same way and sighed.
He was only missing the last sentence.
The scholars who barely managed to maintain their consciousness suppressed the bitterness in their hearts and waited for the last sentence.
This was the most crucial sentence.
If he could finish it without losing the standard, it might be able to become a "national" work!
Under everyone's gaze, Wang Ying slowly finished writing.
Liu Sanyuan's eyes were wide open as he started to read.
"I don't regret it when my clothes become wider, but I'm haggard because of Yi..."
As soon as he finished speaking.
The entire Spring Breeze Building was filled with tears.
This sentence simply described the sorrow of a brothel woman.
They seemed to be popular and sought after by men.
However, no matter how popular he was, he was still a plaything.
He indulged in sensual pleasures every day, seemingly happy, but at night, it was endless suffering.
Men seek pleasure and often make promises.
If he believed it, he would most likely gain sadness.
But if he didn't believe it, he had to have something to look forward to, right?
Who wouldn't wish that one day, there would be a loving husband who could give her a future? But what did she get in the end?
It could only be that he was "exhausted because of Yi".
The meaning of a poem still had to be tasted by each person.
Everyone had a different perspective, so the taste was different.
However, to these brothel girls, their impression of Wang Ying was soaring like a rocket.
"Lord Ye…No, Lord Ye is the man who understands us women the most in this world!”
Whether it was the Eight Courtesan Belle or the other girls in Spring Breeze Brothel, their large eyes, which had become watery due to the reminiscence of the scene, were locked onto Wang Ying.
There were thousands of emotions and tendernesses.
If Wang Ying was willing, they were willing to recommend themselves.
After the scholars were briefly moved, their attention was attracted by the gushing talent.
The rainbow formed by the condensation of talent qi turned into a golden rainbow.
He suddenly flew out of Spring Breeze Building and turned into thousands of colorful lights above the capital.
The piece of paper with Wang Ying's poem written on it suddenly emitted a dazzling golden light.
Liu Sanyuan reached out to take it and felt that this piece of paper weighed more than a thousand pounds!
"Paper weighs a thousand pounds…This is the word 'guarding the country'!”
The entire hall was in an uproar.
Wang Ying had actually written a national poem!
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