Ming Jincai stood in the middle of the third floor of Xiaoxiang Restaurant and paced back and forth. His brows were deeply furrowed as he pondered.
It was obvious that he was composing a poem.
Cui-er's position corresponded to the poem's title, which was 'love'.
Compared to the other four's narrow poems about plum blossoms, mid-autumn, West Lake, and chrysanthemums, Cui 'er's poem was very broad.
Since ancient times, poets had written many love poems, and many famous poets had written them.
However, it was not easy to write a high-quality love poem in such a broad topic in a short period of time.
Ming Jin walked back and forth for fifteen minutes.
Suddenly, Ming Jincai's eyes lit up. He stopped and looked at Cui 'er. He seemed to have a draft in his mind.
As expected, Ming Jin said,"I have it. I'm not talented, but I've composed a 'Night Girl Song.' I would like to invite Miss Cui Er to appraise it."”
Then, Ming Jin recited,
Three spring resentment tears, nine autumn happy period song.
Driving the phoenix to the sun, the moon is bright across the river.
Pa! Pa! Pa!
Ming Jin had just finished reciting when the crowd erupted into enthusiastic applause.
"Good! Good! Good!"
"Young Master Ming's 'Song of the Night Girl' is a perfect couplet. It uses the love myth of the cowherd and the Weaver Girl as a metaphor for love.”
"This is a high-quality love poem!”
"When he was composing the poem, although Young Master Ming only used fifteen minutes, which is not comparable to Cao Zhi's seven-step poem, he is already the best scholar in the Great Tang!”
"That's right. I've never seen a scholar who can write a high-quality poem in just fifteen minutes.”
……
After the applause, there was wave after wave of praise for Ming Jincai.
"Cui 'er, Young Master Ming's' Song of the Night Girl 'is so good, you might as well follow Prince Zhao.”
After the compliments and praises died down, Mama Luo advised.
"No, I refuse."
Cui Er looked at Du He, who was slumped on the chair. The expression on her face was filled with regret and self-blame. A trace of sadness and determination flashed across her eyes. She still refused, her tone firm.
"It's fine, then this one will continue to compose a poem for His Highness and Miss Cui Er.”
Ming Jincai did not care at all. The agreement between him and the King of Zhao, Li Yuanjing, was that he would obtain Cui 'er on behalf of the King of Zhao, Li Yuanjing, on the "Incense Burning Day".
A poem wouldn't do! Two songs!
Two poems won't do! Three songs!
……
He wrote until he got Cui Er.
Du He, Wei Shuwan, Fang Jun, Gao Chunxing and the others who saw this scene had gloomy expressions on their faces.
Then, Ming Jin paced back and forth again. He had one hand behind his back, and the thumb and index finger of his right hand on the other hand were matte his chin. He looked like he was in deep thought.
Fifteen minutes later, Ming Jin's eyes lit up."Yes, I've composed a song called 'Seven Days of the Boat' and would like Miss Cui 'er to appreciate it.”
As he spoke, Ming Jincai chanted,
Mulan oar lotus flower village, singing in the hall red evening cool.
Outside the smoke, outside the willow silk lake, outside the water, the mountain eyebrow is pale green, the moon eyebrow is yellow.
Pa, pa, pa!
Another round of applause sounded.
"This is another love poem written with the story of the cowherd and the weaver.”
"Compared to the first song, this one has added the beauty of the lake.”
"It is easy to write a poem about a cowherd and a Weaver Girl, but it is difficult to write two poems about a cowherd and a Weaver Girl. What is even more rare is that the quality of both poems is of the highest quality. Young Master Ming is indeed the number one genius in Jiangnan!”
……
This time, Ming Jin took slightly longer to compose this poem than the previous one.
But even so, praises still flooded in like a tide.
Cui-er, who was standing in the middle of the third floor of Xiaoxiang Restaurant, heard the compliments of the people around Ming Jincai. Her face turned paler with every word she heard.
This was because these voices were all signs of her tragic fate that was about to begin.
At this moment, Zhao Wang Li Yuanjing suddenly stood up and walked in front of Du He."Du He, do you know? Actually, before you came up, the incense had already been lit for some time. Ming Jincai has already written two poems for Cui-er. In other words, this is the last poem. If you still can't write a poem, Cui-er will probably have to compensate me tonight! Haha!"
After saying that, Li Yuanjing laughed and returned to his original position without looking back.
"Li Yuanjing!"
Du He gritted her teeth, her heart filled with hatred. Her voice was low as she roared and suddenly sat up from the chair.
He didn't even notice that his lips were bitten and bleeding.
Then, he sat back down in his chair dejectedly.
Because he realized that it was useless to be angry. At this critical moment, he couldn't even come up with a poem that could be put on stage.
At this moment, Du He's heart was filled with regret.
He hated himself for being lazy in the past.
In the past, his father and brother had told him to study hard, but he ignored them. He only knew how to walk chickens and fight dogs all day long, causing trouble in Chang 'an with his group of rich friends.
"Do you really want to defeat him?"
Just as Du He was feeling extremely remorseful, a calm voice came from behind him.
Hearing the voice, a glimmer of hope rose in Du He's heart.
Du He turned around and realized that the person who spoke was Li Yi, who had been standing behind them. Li Yi was looking at him calmly.
"Master Li Yi, don't joke around. I'm not in the mood to joke with you right now.”
Realizing that the person who spoke was Li Yi, the glimmer of hope that Du He had initially had dissipated in an instant.
It was like a frosted eggplant, instantly gone.
He lowered his head and turned around.
"I'm not joking. I might be able to help you.”
Li Yi said calmly.
"You can write poems?"
Hope rose in Du He's heart once again. He turned around and looked at Li Yi with excitement.
"Barely!"
Li Yi shook his head and then nodded.
The reason why he shook his head and nodded was because he only knew how to copy poems and not compose them.
However, just by copying the poem, he could help Du He save that girl called Cui Er. It didn't seem difficult!
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