Poetry Meet in the Drunken Immortal Restaurant
The two of them quickly arrived at the most lively place.
Chu Wen's interest was piqued when he saw that there were hundreds of people watching. He took a closer look and realized that everyone was surrounding a large lantern.
Chu Wen was shocked.
He had never imagined that the lantern would be more than ten feet tall.
Near the big lantern, there were many small lanterns.
Chu Wen and Li Xue Yan lit up a small lantern and then left to stroll around elsewhere.
The streets were bustling.
After strolling for more than two hours, Chu Wen saw that Li Xue Yan was a little tired, so he suggested to go to the nearest restaurant to drink something and rest.
Li Xue Yan nodded in agreement.
Soon, the two of them saw a "Drunken Immortal Restaurant" nearby. It was quite lively.
Chu Wen immediately brought Li Xue Yan to the restaurant.
After sitting down, he realized that there was actually a large group of scholars surrounding him and making a racket.
"Brother Wang, you're here too."
"Of course. I heard that the Drunken Immortal Restaurant is holding a poetry competition today, and the first place is qualified to be a guest of the Moon Immortal Lady.”
"Haha, it's all the same. Miss Yue Xian is the Courtesan Belle of the Drunken Immortal Restaurant. Usually, she doesn't receive many guests.”
"There will be a contest later. There are at least a hundred scholars here.”
"I'm just here to make up the numbers, but you're different. With your talent in poetry, it's easy for you.”
Listening to the scholars complimenting each other.
Chu Wen couldn't help but be interested.
In this world, he had never seen the legendary poetry gathering.
Today, they could feast their eyes.
Thus, the two of them ordered a cup of tea and slowly sipped it while watching the scholars compete in poetry.
Soon, the poetry recital officially began.
A middle-aged man with a big belly told her the topic of the Moon Immortal. It was to write a poem with the Chinese Valentine's Day as the theme.
As for the time limit, it was usually one incense stick worth of time.
After the scholars heard the question, they immediately stopped talking.
They all began to frown and think.
Chu Wen and Li Xue Yan could not help but smile at each other.
Li Xue Yan winked at him and said with a smile,"Husband, why don't you try it too? With your literary talent, Miss Yue Xian will definitely be yours. It's best if you can make her my sister.”
Looking at Li Xue Yan's mischievous eyes, there was a hint of shrewdness.
Chu Wen couldn't help but smile.
His wife was giving him a heads-up. He understood that he had to listen to the opposite of a woman's words.
Actually, he had misunderstood Li Xue Yan.
In this era, it was normal for a man to have three wives and four concubines.
Li Xue Yan knew that her husband was so outstanding and it was not appropriate for him to keep protecting her. If this were to spread, others would think that she was a jealous tigress.
She did not want to bear such criticism.
Therefore, these words were really said sincerely.
While the two of them were talking, a scholar had already written a poem.
He recited it loudly.
Chu Wen immediately listened attentively. After listening to two sentences, he couldn't help but shake his head.
This was considered a good poem.
It was clearly trash.
Although he couldn't write poetry, he had never seen a pig run before.
At the very least, his appreciation level was pretty good.
He immediately gave this poem a negative score.
Li Xue Yan could not help but stick out her tongue as she whispered,"This can't even be compared to a limerick."
As the first person recited it, people began to recite it one after another.
In a short while, more than ten people were reciting poems.
However, they were all inferior works and could not be compared to elegant works.
Therefore, the person who was responsible for recording the good poems for the final evaluation later was too lazy to start writing.
To avoid wasting paper.
Chu Wen and Li Xue Yan listened to these mediocre works in boredom and were a little sleepy. They did not know how thick-skinned these people were to actually dare to recite a crooked poem in front of so many people.
Can't you just take care of your face?
If they wanted to join in the fun, so be it. Why did they write poems?
After that, the incense stick was almost burned out. At this time, a few good works were barely produced.
A scholar had one hand behind his back and the other hand was drawing a dragon in the air.
As he recited a poem," Jade wheels fly in the sky, clear waves rise on the river, under the moon on the Yao Mountain, the jade girls of the Drunken Immortal Pavilion.”
The poem was recited.
The person who was recording the information began to record it.
Because, from the looks of it, this poem was the best, and the only one that needed to be recorded.
The previous poems were all just saliva poems.
At the same time, the scholars also cheered.
"This poem is too good. The antithesis is neat, the tone is clear, and the artistic conception is profound. In the end, there is even a double meaning to describe Miss Yue Xian as a jade lady of the Drunken Immortal Restaurant.”
"This is definitely a high-grade poem. It's a few streets ahead of the previous poems.”
"Of course. Didn't you see that it was recorded? To be able to reach this level of improvisation was already very good.”
"Sigh, if I stop this poem, I won't have a chance anymore. I'll just be a spectator.”
Many people gave up on the competition after the poem was released.
Only twenty or so people were still deep in thought. Some of them had empty eyes and looked into the distance in a daze.
Some of them frowned and thought hard.
After a while, someone else said,"The moon in Chang 'an on the seventh day of the seventh lunar month, a hundred thousand households. The lights in the flower market are as bright as day, and the moon gathers in the fairy tower.”
Once this poem was out, it was applauded again.
Everyone clapped and praised.
"Another good poem actually came out. It seems to be slightly better than the previous one.”
"That's right, my intent has risen another level.”
"It's only now that we've entered the showdown between the strong. Next, there will be an endless stream of good poems.”
For a time, there were many good works.
After a while, everyone would cheer loudly, and naturally, they could not help but praise.
Chu Wen and Li Xue Yan looked at each other speechlessly.
In his opinion, these poems that were praised by others were still trash.
Although it was better than those nonsense poems from before, it was not much better.
In a room on the second floor.
Miss Yue Xian also frowned.
She originally wanted to choose a person with outstanding literary talent among these scholars as a guest.
In fact, this was also a method she came up with to expand her reputation.
If she could meet an outstanding scholar, she would certainly rise with the tide and even have the chance to become the first among all the courtesans in Chang 'an.
And not just the top hostess of the Drunken Immortal Restaurant.
However, after waiting for so long, only a dozen people were still reciting poems, but there was no special masterpiece.
Miss Yue Xian felt a headache coming on.
Such a big fight, if there were no scholars with special literary talent to support it, it would probably become a laughing stock among the sisters if it spread.
Thinking of this, she could not help but frown deeply.
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