Carefree Prince In Tang Dynasty

Holding the hydrangea ball, the young man bowed his hands in Chen Youlan's direction, and said: "Xiaosheng thinks that he can't write a poem as good as that young master for a while, so he doesn't want to be ashamed and only adds to the laughing stock. I would like to punish you with three glasses of wine. Congratulations on this good poem!" After speaking, he readily picked up the wine glass and drank three glasses in a row, his movements were very free and easy.

Li Xin saw that his wine glass was not small, and at first he was a little worried about whether the child's liver could tolerate so much alcohol. But after thinking about it, yes, this is not Erguotou, at most, it is only the level of alcohol-flavored drinks, so there is nothing to worry about. He shook his head silently and drank a cup of tea.

The young man admitted defeat very simply, and his words were beautiful. So no one in the room thought there was anything wrong with him doing so, instead they all nodded their heads, seeming to appreciate him a little bit. After that, the boy gave the hydrangea in his hand to someone close to him. The man followed suit, bowed his hands in Chen Youlan's direction, drank three cups in a row, and handed the hydrangea to others.

Admitting defeat is a pretty embarrassing thing, but to be honest, losing to Chen Youlan's "Qi Qiao" is not so embarrassing. As for fine wine or something, as long as it is euphemistically called "congratulations for a good poem", it can be turned into an elegant pleasure. Therefore, everyone who received the hydrangea consciously drank three cups at the end, and then handed the hydrangea to others with a smile.

Seeing this scene, Miss Xiuxiu laughed even more happily in the attic. She wrote a good poem at the poetry conference she hosted, and it overwhelmed the literati present so that no one dared to start writing again. Such a tortuous plot is obviously more eye-catching than simply writing a good poem, and it is easier to be talked about by people Properly spread. She knew that she was not far from success.

In the hall, the hydrangea was passed around continuously, and it was quickly passed to Qin Huaiyu's hands. He was not polite, drank six glasses of wine in a row, and then said without blushing and panting: "Brother Chen is a great talent, I can't match it. Your poem is worth six glasses of wine."

Chen Youlan was very excited. In fact, when she saw one after another literati surrendering in front of her, she had already started to get excited. She knew her poems were good, but she didn't expect such a plot to happen, her heart was pounding like someone was beating a drum hard.

It's a really good feeling to be recognized. But Chen Youlan was not happy for too long. In fact, she was only happy for a moment. Because she suddenly thought that she is just a woman, no matter how talented she is, what is the use? Don't you want to marry a foolish dude?

Thinking of this, Chen Youlan glanced at Li Xin. Li Xin just took the hydrangea from Qin Huaiyu and smiled at her.

Chen Youlan pouted.

Logically speaking, every time someone receives a hydrangea, the maids should come to serve this person with paper and pens. But since the hydrangea was passed all the way just now, no one asked for paper and pens, and they all chose to drink alone. They were too happy to be lazy, and stood aside to serve.

Unexpectedly, Li Xin did not choose to drink after receiving the hydrangea, but stretched out his hand to the maid beside him, and said proudly: "Bring a pen and paper!"

As soon as these words came out, the originally noisy atmosphere in the hall suddenly became quiet. Everyone looked at Li Xin who said this, with hostility and disdain in their eyes—damn it, we all surrendered, and you also obediently followed suit. Wouldn’t it be nice to make a good story come true? Why do you have to jump out and ask for pen and paper? Be a demon? Is it because you think you are better than us? I'd like to see what bad poems you can write!

There are not a few people who hold such thoughts in their hearts. I am afraid that nine out of ten of the literati present are waiting to see Li Xin's good show. In fact, even the maid who came to Li Xin with a pen and paper thought so.

No way, human nature is like that. To be a different person is to bear the eyes of others - you are the one who is admired after success, and you are the one who is ridiculed after failure.

Li Xin understood the mentality of other people very well, but he didn't want to pay attention to it. He just gently took the paper and pen handed over by the maid, and nodded slightly as a thank you.

Flattening the paper on the table, Li Xin was about to write, but suddenly stopped. Because he remembered an important thing.

Chen Youlan looked at him strangely and asked, "What's wrong? Why didn't you write?"

Whispering gradually increased, and from time to time I could hear a line or two of "write! You should write quickly".

Li Xin's expression was a little embarrassed. To be honest, he had been ignoring one thing before: he couldn't write!

Of course, as an engineering student at a key university in the 21st century, Li Xin definitely knows how to write. Even if he uses a computer to type a lot and often forgets to write, he is by no means so bad at writing.

The reason is simple: he can write all simplified characters, and he can't write Tang Dynasty characters at all.

In fact, Tang Dynasty characters are almost exactly the same as the traditional characters of later generations. In the subsequent history of more than a thousand years, there have been almost no major changes, and they have been passed down as they are. This is the unique charm of Chinese characters. As a person who loves traditional culture, although Li Xin can read traditional Chinese characters without pressure, but when it comes to writing, he can only write three or two familiar characters at most, and some strokes are not sure enough, so he forced to write If it is, I am afraid that there is a high probability of writing a mistake.

Wouldn't it be embarrassing to write a typo in full view?

Li Xin had a faint feeling of riding a tiger.

"What's the matter?" Seeing that Li Xin didn't answer, Chen Youlan asked again.

Li Xin glanced at her, put the pen in front of her and said in a low voice, "My handwriting is too ugly. It would be embarrassing to write it out. I'll dictate it. Write it down."

Chen Youlan didn't refuse, took the pen suspiciously, moved the paper in front of Li Xin silently to her, then glanced at Li Xin, indicating that he could start quickly.

Li Xin cleared his throat, and under the unkind eyes of everyone, he slowly opened his mouth: "The title of the poem, Qixi Festival."

Chen Youlan wrote the word "Qixi" on the paper with her beautiful lower script. From time to time, someone else chuckled and said, "This name is a bit too common, how can it compare to 'Qi Qiao'?"

"Qixi" and "Qiqiao" are just two titles of a festival, can they be distinguished?

Li Xin rolled his eyes silently, and then said the first line of the poem: "Smoky sky, faint moon, pale sky"