Zhao Ji smiled and didn't say anything. He just looked at the two people on the field.
It was already late and the sky was as cold as water. The courtyard was brightly lit, and the stream beside the rockery was murmuring. Crimson pillars supported the pavilion. The pavilions and pavilions had faint candlelight. It was very lively.
After all, Song Xiuwen was a talented person. Although his state of mind was affected, he was still full of ideas.
He walked to the table and started writing.
Yang Yi smiled indifferently and walked to the table. He picked up a pen, dipped it in ink, and started writing in thin gold. If he wanted to show off, he would write a big one, which left a deep impression on Zhao Ji.
Zhao Ji's original intention was to ask the waiter to move the table over so that they could modify it a few times and consider it carefully. After all, no matter who lost, there would always be someone who would accept the bet.
However, the two of them did not stop at all. Their strokes were like dragons and snakes, penetrating into the wood. Clearly, they both had excellent calligraphy.
Not long after, Song Xiuwen arrived with a wave of his hand. He put down his brush and cupped his hands."Your Majesty, this commoner is done!"
After saying that, he glanced at Yang Yi, hoping to see a panicked and nervous expression. However, Yang Yi was unmoved, as if he did not hear him. He continued to concentrate on writing.
Song Xiuwen sneered in his heart. He was quite confident in his poem. It was probably because adversity could force out one's potential. He only felt that this was his peak work, and it was impossible to surpass it in the future.
One had to know that one's energy was limited. Yang Yi had already composed a few good poems. He did not believe that Yang Yi could compose poems of the same standard as before. Even Su Shi did not dare to say that every poem of his was a masterpiece, let alone a scholar who did not even have an official title.
After him, Yang Yi finished the last stroke and slowly stood up. He cupped his hands and said,"This Yang has also recovered."
Zhao Qianwei took light steps towards Song Xiuwen and picked up the piece of paper in front of him. A faint fragrance wafted over, causing Song Xiuwen's heart to jolt. He greedily glanced at Zhao Qianwei's snow-white neck and good figure.
Song Xiuwen thought that he was hiding it, but Zhao Qianwei had seen everything.
Zhao Qianwei looked at him in disgust and pouted. She looked at Yang Yi with her big black eyes. She didn't expect him to be chatting happily with Li Qingzhao.
She stomped her feet lightly, feeling bitter in her heart. She quickened her pace and walked in front of Zhao Ji in three steps and handed it to him.
Zhao Ji took the paper and looked at it with a faint smile."Yearning is as deep as the sea, and the past is as far away as the sky. Tear drops thousands of lines, but also make people, sad heart broken.
If you want to see something, there is no reason to see it. It is difficult to fight for it. If there is no predestined relationship in the previous life, wait for the second marriage, the next life wish.”
As his voice fell, the surrounding people began to discuss. Everyone present was well-read and their appreciation ability was not weak. This poem was already very well written. Many people thought that if they went up, they might not be able to write such a poem.
Li Qingzhao said in a low voice," The whole poem is like the water of the Yangtze River. Once it flows, it will never turn back. The poem is finished, but the meaning is difficult to cut off. This Song Xiuwen's poem is very good."”
His words were filled with praise, and it was obvious that he had a high evaluation of the first poem.
"Sister Qingzhao, do you think I'll lose?" Yang Yi chuckled.”
"Although you won't show me your lyrics, it won't be easy for Song Xiuwen to defeat you." Li Qingzhao shook his head.”
Yang Yi smiled but did not reply.
Zhao Ji praised,"It's indeed a good poem. There are indeed many talented people in Jiangnan."”
Zhao Qianwei walked in front of Yang Yi and flipped open the white paper. She took away the words he had written and glared at Yang Yi before she left.
Yang Yi was confused and did not know what was going on with this girl.
Zhao Ji took the paper and was stunned. Then, his expression changed because he saw a calligraphy that he had never heard of before. It was agile and fast. The handwriting was thin and strong. It was thin and hard, and it was lively.
The words in front of him seemed to have a fatal attraction to him. He pondered for a long time until Zhao Qianwei couldn't help but cough a few times to remind him.
Only then did Zhao Ji wake up from a dream. For a person who was obsessed with calligraphy, such a brand new calligraphy made him unable to help but be addicted to it.
"Yang Yi, where did you learn this calligraphy?" he asked.”
Yang Yi's expression was respectful. He cupped his hands and said," This is something this commoner came up with blindly. It's called the Thin Gold Body.”
Zhao Ji's expression was complicated, and he had the urge to punch him.
He took a deep breath and decided to ignore Yang Yi for the time being. He started to appreciate the lyrics carefully.
Zhao Ji was completely captivated by the sight. It was extremely rare for him to lose his composure twice in a row.
After a long time, he sighed and said,"This poem has been famous for thousands of years."”
Song Xiuwen's face turned ashen. Even Zhao Ji said so. Was it really that good?
The surrounding people were even more expectant. Their hearts seemed to have been scratched by a monkey. Even the officials were shocked by what Ci looked like.
Zhao Ji handed the poem to Zhao Qianwei and said,"Read it yourself."”
After saying that, he sighed. His eyes were deep as he sank into his memories.
Zhao Qianwei opened her cherry lips and slowly said,""When I was young, I went out on a trip."I caught a wild goose today and killed it. The man who got out of the net wailed and could not get out, and finally threw himself to the ground and died.”I bought it and buried it on the Bianshui River. I built a stone for it and named it "Yanqiu."
Ask the world, what is love, just teach life and death together?
From the north to the south, two flying guests, old wings several times back to the cold and summer.
Joy is fun, parting is bitter, and there are even more foolish children in it.
Jun Ying said,"
Thousands of miles of clouds, thousands of mountains of evening snow, only shadow to whom?
Hengfen Road, lonely years of flute and drum, desolate smoke is still flat Chu.
How can I sigh for the souls of Chu? The mountain ghosts secretly cry in the wind and rain.
Heaven is jealous, do not believe, orioles and swallows are all yellow soil.
For thousands of years, I have been waiting for a poet to sing and drink to his heart's content, and to visit Yanqiu.”
Her voice was extremely pleasant to the ears. It was the kind of clear and melodious voice that sounded like pearls falling on a jade plate. It also carried a hint of sadness. If it was any other time, there would definitely be many people who would be attracted by her voice. However, at this moment, no one made a sound, and no one paid attention to her.
She was already the most beautiful woman in the world, and her poems were the best songs in history!
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