"Heavens!"
The maid screamed, as if she was filled with endless horror.
Her hand that was holding the last poem was trembling violently.
"Little…Miss, you…come and read this poem!”
Hearing this, Su Qinyin was extremely confused. She snatched the last poem from the maid.
He looked down.
One breath, two breaths, three breaths…
Swoosh!
Su Qinyin suddenly stood up and screamed like a maid,"Heavens! "This poem, this poem is really…"
At this moment, Su Qinyin's shock was indescribable.
She was so excited that she could not say anything.
Su Qinyin had never seen such a beautiful poem in her life.
This poem was as gorgeous as the Milky Way and as sweet as honey…It was
too amazing!
This poem was too beautiful!
Who wrote this poem? In terms of poetry, the author's talent was probably unprecedented!
With great excitement, Su Qinyin and the maid looked at the signature at the end of the poem…
blank?
What was going on? The author of this poem didn't sign his name?
Who exactly was this 'he(she'?
At this moment, the master and servant were extremely curious.
"Xiao Cui, choose this one! Invite the author of this poem into the room for a chat. The sound of the zither must be served tea and swept the tatami!”
"What? Miss, what about Marquis Wu?"
"Haha! Marquis Wu?" Su Qinyin smiled and said,"If Marquis Wu really doesn't care about his face and insists on thinking that this poem is too bad…Hehe…So what if I agree to it?”
The maid pursed her lips and smiled.
"Miss is wise. Xiao Cui will go outside to announce the results.”
After saying that, the maid took the poem and hurriedly ran out of the young miss's boudoir…
Peony House.
The customers who had been waiting for a long time were getting impatient.
Some people started to shout.
After all, Su Qinyin had a history of choosing people based on poetry.
"Why isn't the result announced yet?”
"Miss Smith, do you want to do what you did last year and not choose a single one?”
"She dares! If it's like last time, I'll smash the Peony Restaurant today!”
"Yes! Smash Peony Restaurant!"
The guests on the first floor and the private rooms on the second floor were making a racket.
At this moment.
With a click, the door to the north boudoir on the second floor opened.
The maid walked out with a piece of Xuan paper in her hands.
"I'm sorry to have kept everyone waiting. The results of this poetry contest were out. "My young miss chose…"
The entire place fell silent.
At this moment.
Everyone held their breaths and looked at the maid.
Who could win the first place in the "Selection of Poem"?
Who could become the guest of Chang 'an's famous' Su Qinyin'?
Under everyone's passionate gaze, the maid took a deep breath and said loudly,""Ladies and gentlemen, my young lady has chosen Magpie Bridge Immortal!》”
"May the author of 'Immortal Magpie Bridge' come out and meet me!”
What was that? Immortal Magpie Bridge? What kind of stupid poem is this? You don't even dare to say the author's name?
Did the Peony Pavilion find someone to patronize everyone?
"I'm not convinced! I refuse to accept this!"
A scholar suddenly stood up and shouted.
"Right, I'm not convinced either!"
"Why did my poem fail? Could it be that my Spring Water is inferior to the Magpie Bridge Immortal?”
The scholars all stood up and shouted angrily.
On the second floor. The emperor's first private room.
Marquis Wu suddenly turned his head and looked at his follower, Zhang Shizi. His face was extremely gloomy, as if it was about to drip.
Sensing the Lord Marquis's anger, Zhang Shizi instantly stood up and shouted,""Impossible! Lord Marquis, this is impossible! I spent three years to complete [Night Weaving], how could it lose to [Magpie Bridge Immortal]? There can't be a genius in Chang 'an who can beat me!”
"Impossible! That's impossible!"
Hearing this, Wu Hou calmed down slightly.
Zhang Shizi, who had sought refuge with him, was a High Scholar. In terms of talent, only a handful of people in Chang 'an could surpass him. These Confucians would never come to the Peony Restaurant.
So…
"In that case, that b * tch is playing tricks again? You found a replacement?"
"Yes, Lord Marquis! That must be it!"
Zhang Shizi nodded heavily, his words clear and precise.
Hearing this answer, Wu Hou was furious. He was completely furious.
Endless flames of anger surged from the depths of his heart.
In the next moment.
Wu Hou pushed open the window of the private room and looked coldly at the maid opposite him.
"Is it Xiao Cui? What Immortal Magpie Bridge did you say was the champion of this poem selection?”
Feeling this cold gaze, the maid was so scared that she took half a step back and nodded repeatedly."Yes, I am! Lord Marquis, yes!"
"Read the ? Immortal Magpie Bridge ? out loud! I'd like to hear what kind of poem can win Su Qinyin's favor!”
Marquis Wu's voice resounded throughout the Peony Pavilion, and it carried a heavy killing intent.
Everyone fell silent.
Everyone looked at the maid Xiao Cui.
Facing
everyone's gaze, the maid Xiao Cui unfurled the paper in her hand and began to read aloud.
"Immortal Magpie Bridge!"
"A fine cloud makes a coincidence, a flying star spreads hatred, and a silver river passes through the darkness. When the golden wind and jade dew met, they surpassed countless people in the world.”
"Gentle as water, the wedding day is like a dream, I endure the magpie bridge and return home. If the love between the two is long, how can it be morning and evening?”
Boom!
It was like thunder shaking the world, like waves rising from the sea.
His voice shook the heavens and stirred Wang Yang…at
this moment.
Everyone was dumbfounded.
Everyone was stunned.
Everyone was dumbstruck.
Everyone was so shocked that they couldn't say anything.
Even Marquis Wu, who had a "belly full of ink," felt a sense of splendor and beauty from this "Immortal Magpie Bridge
."”
The anger on Marquis Wu's face disappeared, and he began to mutter to himself.
Beside him.
Zhang Shizi, who had been full of confidence and arrogance earlier, had his face instantly crumbled.
Compared to the 'Magpie Bridge Immortal,' the poems he had written in three years were simply trash.
This poem was amazing!
This was a famous poem that would definitely be passed down for thousands of years.
"Lord Marquis, I lost! This wasn't written by Peony Pavilion, definitely not!”
Zhang Shizi said, his voice filled with endless disappointment.
Hearing this, Wu Hou could not help but nod his head.
That's right.
This poem couldn't have been written by a nursery? If he really had such a powerful backer, he would have been recommended to the imperial court a long time ago. He wouldn't have to stay in a brothel and be ordered around by a prostitute.
On the first floor.
Young Master Zhou, who had stood up angrily earlier, lowered his head.
The scholar who had been shouting earlier lowered his head.
The customers who had been complaining about the "unfairness" earlier all lowered their heads.
"I admit defeat!"
"I admit defeat!"
"I admit defeat!"
Voices of admitting defeat rang out in Peony Pavilion.
It was not shameful to admit defeat in front of such a "unique poem".
Three hundred years ago.
The Qixi Festival first appeared in the Han Dynasty. The story of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl was well-known. No matter whether it was a lady from a noble family or a woman from a brothel, no one did not love this story.
In the past, many poets had also written many love poems about Qixi.
But those poems were drowned in the long river of history.
And today,"Immortal Magpie Bridge" was born.
No one could compare!
No poem could compare!
After today, the song 'Magpie Bridge Immortal' would definitely be sung throughout the Great Tang and even leave its name in history.
But…
who wrote this poem? Who was its owner?
"I am the Imperial Scholar Zhou Shiheng. Please come out and meet me!”
"I am the son of the governor of the capital: Ning Fenghe, please invite the author of 'Immortal Magpie Bridge' to come out and meet me!”
"I am a scholar from the first year of Zhenguan. Zhang Chengshun, could the author of 'Magpie Bridge Immortal' please come out and meet me!”
...
Cries resounded throughout the Peony Pavilion.
At this moment, no one knew what would happen next.
He was a peerless prodigy.
His entire life was like a brilliant sun, shining brightly and enveloping the world.
In his era, the entire Great Tang, even the entire world, had to look up to him.
(The next chapter: "His Name Is...")
(It's going to be released soon. I hope my friends will support it.) I hope that everyone will not abandon the watermelon and get a divorce. Thank you!）
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