It's not over yet. The three Xianlians are only qualified to stay on the first floor. If you want to go to the second floor, you have to compose a poem. If you want to go to the third floor, you must answer the questions correctly in addition to writing a poem.
Chen Muyang nodded secretly. In ancient times, everything was inferior. Only the proverbs of reading high school, Wencui Building did this, forced the grid to come up.
When Chen Muyang walked in, he saw nine upper couplets hanging on the wooden frame at the entrance of the building. There was a screen behind the wooden frame, and behind the screen was a table with pen, ink, paper and inkstone.
Those who want to pair the couplet will go to the table behind the screen and drop the couplet. If someone sends the couplet in, they can enter the Wencui Building if they pass.
A scribe swiped three scribbles at the table.
Chapter 169 Poetry Breaks Through Level Upstairs?It's so high!
Soon, the scribe wrote three collaterals, and the guy in the restaurant immediately sent the collaterals he had written.
After a while, the buddy came out, and in the eyes of everyone he saluted the scribe: "This son, please come in."
This immediately made many people show envy, jealousy and hatred.
Listening to the gossip of the onlookers, Chen Muyang finally understood that in the Yanzi Building not far away, there were a few stunning beauties who were also paying attention to the poetry meeting in Wencui Building.
If anyone can write a good poem to impress the beautiful woman's heart, and be favored by the beautiful woman to become the guest on the scene, it would be really cool!
Chen Muyang glanced at the nine upper couplets, and immediately stepped forward to the table behind the screen, and wrote three lower couplets with a pen.
Calligraphy?Cut, this son is an accomplished man, can't you exchange it if he doesn't know how to write calligraphy?10 achievement points can be exchanged for master-level calligraphy. What kind of Yan, Liu, and Thin Jin are not a problem.
However, Chen Muyang's favorite is Dong Qichang's calligraphy. Although this guy is not very good in character, his calligraphy skills are beyond doubt.
Dong Qichang's calligraphy style is elegant and ethereal, graceful and self-sufficient, strokes are vigorous and elegant, plain and simple, with precise pen, always maintaining a positive front, rare pen and clumsy pen.
Between the words, Shu Lang is well-proportioned, the ink is exquisite, and the wetness is rich and light.
Therefore, after Chen Muyang's Lianlian was sent in, his words were praised repeatedly.The man came out and said respectfully to Chen Muyang: "Young Master Chen, please."
Chen Muyang nodded slightly and walked in gracefully.
The first floor is quite spacious with more than a dozen tables, which looks more like a salon for later generations.
Chen Muyang glanced away, and there were a dozen scribes sitting sparsely on the first floor, chatting in twos and threes.A look of jealousy flashed in their eyes when they saw Chen Muyang, who was handsome and handsome, and no one cared about Chen Muyang.
The literati are indifferent, these four words really exhausted the mentality of these guys.
Chen Muyang sat down at an empty table and poured a cup of tea casually, but the tea in the Tang Dynasty was brewed with green onion, ginger and mutton oil, so I couldn't drink it!
I picked up another dim sum and tasted it, Bah!The sweet is a bit greasy and not tasty.
After waiting for more than ten minutes, a man came down from the second floor and hung a banner on the wooden frame beside the stairs.
On the banner was the topic leading to the second floor, and everyone on the first floor was talking about it.
It was written on the banner: "Spring" as the title, but the poem cannot contain the word "chun"
This is a very broad topic and relatively easy topic, so almost everyone on the first floor showed a confident smile.
Soon someone wrote the poem and gave it to the man, who immediately delivered it to the second floor.
After a while, the man went downstairs and said to the scribe: "Mr. Zhang, please go up to the second floor."
Everyone hurriedly congratulated him, and the scribe surnamed Zhang hugged his fist and got upstairs.
In the next ten minutes, someone kept writing poems and sending them up, the qualified ones naturally went upstairs beaming, and the unqualified ones could only regretfully stay on the first floor.
When Chen Muyang saw it, he picked up a pen and wrote on the paper: quatrains, a short awning is tied in the shade of the ancient woods, and Mudi sent me across the bridge east.
The guy sent Chen Muyang's poem up, and soon came down to respect Chen Muyang: "Master Chen, please go up to the second floor."
When Chen Muyang was on the second floor, his poems were also sent to the Yanzilou.
The little maid ran to the third floor of the Yanzi Tower and shouted to the four beautiful women: "Four girls, someone else is on the second floor. This is a poem by Chen Muyang, Chen Gongzi."
"An ancient wood with a short canopy in the middle of the shade, Mudi sent me across the east of the bridge.
"Well, what a drenched clothes and apricot blossom rain, blowing the face of the cold willow wind, really writes the beauty of spring!"
"I really like the phrase Mudi sent me across the east of the bridge. With the sound of Mudi, walking on the stone bridge where the apricot blossoms are falling, I feel so happy."
The eyes of the most beautiful Yin Ruiji flashed with curiosity and expectation. She wanted to know who wrote this poem.
The number of people who can go to the second floor is limited.
After sitting down, Chen Muyang looked at the question hanging on the wooden frame next to the stairs. There were only two words: peony.
Chen Muyang nodded slightly. Tang people love Peony, and it is normal to have such a topic.
Seeing this topic, Chen Muyang immediately smiled, and Liu Yuxi's peony chant came to mind in an instant.
Chen Muyang wanted to see how many people could go to the third floor.
But one or two were eliminated one after another, and Chen Muyang was speechless. It seemed that it would not be so easy to go up to the third floor from the second floor.
Chen Muyang wrote Liu Yuxi's peony chanting with a pen, and the guy quickly sent it to the third floor.
After a while, the man came down and invited Chen Muyang to the third floor.
For a moment, all eyes were on Chen Muyang, Chen Muyang turned a blind eye to these eyes, and walked up to the third floor with a proud smile on his face.
There are only a few tables on the third floor. In addition to the four scholars and scribes who went to the third floor, there are also three Luoyang celebrities who are just evaluating poems.
When Chen Muyang exchanged greetings with them, his peony chant was also delivered to the Yanzilou.
"The peony demon in front of the court is incompetent, the Chishang Fuyu is pure and young, only the true national color of the peony, which moves the capital when the flowers bloom."
"The peony has no standard, but the lotus has little affection. Only the peony is colorful, graceful and luxurious. It is a wonderful contrast."
"The two consecutive poems are so delicate, this Young Master Chen is really so talented."
Yin Ruiji looked at the poem idiotically, and her curiosity about Chen Muyang became more intense.
It is not easy to be able to climb the third floor of the Suancui Building, but there are also the fourth and fifth floors above it. The review is stricter and it is not easy to go up.
"Master Chen, are you going to continue going up?"
Chen Muyang smiled and said, "Of course, I really want to look at the scenery outside from a higher place."
"Okay! Please pay attention to Master Chen. There is a time limit for this poem, and it cannot exceed half an hour."
"I see, please write a question."
"The topic is wine, poems and words are acceptable, the timing begins!"