The officials from the Ministry of Rites and the Honglu Temple immediately became depressed, believing that their previous contemptuous and disdainful remarks towards Li Qingcha had been heard by others and that they were bearing a grudge against him. Who is to blame? I can only blame myself for not keeping my mouth shut. Seeing that they seemed to have suffered a severe blow, Li Qingcha could not help but be more cautious. Old Chu is indeed a Grand Secretary, and he can actually control the entire Ministry of Rites. You must handle it with caution. Chapter 349: What People Are Reciting Is Not "Linjiangxian" Add more. ￥￥￥￥￥￥￥￥￥￥￥￥ As a mediator, Chu Zhongtian had to keep the rhythm of the banquet.
Of course, he didn't know what Li Qingcha was thinking, but seeing that his colleagues from the Ministry of Rites and the Honglu Temple were depressed, he immediately changed the subject. "Ah... blame me for being too talkative. Why are we talking about official matters at today's literary gathering?" The rest of the people agreed, "This is true." "Since this is a literary gathering, why don't we...play a drinking game?" What is coming will come. Finger-guessing games and dice throwing are both considered drinking games, but for scholars and literati, drinking games are almost the same as reciting poems and composing sentences. Li Qingcha had watched a TV program and knew a flying flower order. (※Note: "Chinese Poetry Competition") As the saying goes, "Spring City is full of flying flowers". Simply put, it means saying a poem containing specified keywords within a specified time. Among them, the word "flower" was used the most, and later, high-frequency words that appeared in poems such as "cloud", "spring", "moon" and "night" were added. It's a confrontation game. Chu Zhongtian pondered for a moment, then looked at Luo Weiyang, only to find that her mouth was full of oil. He was quite helpless and turned to Chu Anyun. "Anjun, can you give me a word?" As he spoke, he blinked in the direction of Li Qingcha. Chu Anyun stuck out her tongue. She understood what her father meant. Wasn't it just to let Li Qingcha be in the limelight?
This is not difficult. There are two well-known works of Li Qingcha, one is "He Chongtian" and the other is "Linjiangxian". The simplest way is to pick out words from these two sentences. The girl fell into deep thought. In "He Chongtian", there are "the fireworks alleys, and the screens of painting and color"; In "Linjiangxian", there is "The rolling Yangtze River flows eastward, and the waves wash away all heroes." She smiled. "Why don't we warm up by performing the Flying Flower Order first?" Chu Zhongtian nodded secretly. His daughter was indeed smart. He said, "Flying Flowers...Okay, in that case, let's start with the flying flowers, using the word 'flower' as the theme, and everyone can express their poetic feelings and recite whatever they want." For the ancients, reciting a poem containing the word "flower" was not too simple. So, Chu Zhongtian said, "Just recite it at will." But Li Qingcha... ￣□￣｜｜ Headache. He glanced at Chu Anyun and found that he was smiling and talking happily, as if he had everything under control. How could he not understand? Both of the poems I copied contain the word "flower"! The Chu family father and daughter dug a hole, the depth of which was comparable to Li Qingcha's height. Therefore, this is no longer a simple essay writing task, but rather questions with answers, for fear that Li Qingcha will not be able to answer them. Chu Zhongtian's smiling face, "Haha, An Jun said to let everyone warm up, so we don't need to worship the ancients and don't need to follow the ancient orders." Ancient order is a format. For example, repetition, for example, As for Feihua Guling, the first character of the poem is "花", the second character of the poem is "花", and so on, until someone gets stuck. Chu Zhongtian said that he did not worship the ancients, that is, as long as it contained that word, This can increase the duration of the game and liven up the atmosphere. No one objected. stare-- Their eyes fell on Li Qingcha at the same time.
Li Qingcha: “…” She coughed awkwardly. "Grandmaster, you should go first." Chu Zhongtian laughed. "The streets of fireworks are screened by paintings. Fortunately, there is a lover who is worth visiting. Let's lean on the red and green, enjoy the romantic affairs, and enjoy the life. Youth is only a moment. How can I exchange the fame for a quiet drink and a song!" It was the poem “He Chongtian” by Mr. Liu that Li Qingcha copied. stare-- The gaze he cast upon Li Qingcha became more serious. suddenly, "color!" There was a burst of warm applause from all around. "What a brilliant article! What a brilliant article!" "What a great line, 'I would rather exchange my fame for a quiet drink and a song'. What does fame mean to me?" "The author of this poem is a role model for our generation." …… The praises are endless. Li Qingcha was speechless, thinking that these people's acting skills were too exaggerated. Chu Zhongtian laughed. "The lyricist is sitting right here at the table. I am just offering him a flower." A pun, This "flower" is the "flower" in Feihualing, and is also the "flower" in Chu Anyun's "warm-up for Feihualing". Obviously, this flower is presented to Chu Anyun, the Buddha. Li Qingcha complained in his heart, Comrade Lao Chu is really crazy about marrying off his daughter. Chu Zhongtian looked at Li Qingcha. "Mr. Siwei, you are now sitting in the host's seat. It's your turn." Li Qingcha waved his hand. "Grandmaster, I am usually uneducated and have not memorized many poems. You... oh... you are a bit too strong."
"Mr. Siwei really loves to joke, how could you... um... hehe... It doesn't matter that Mr. Siwei doesn't recite many poems, his own works are also fine, we recognize them." "Ah this..." Li Qingcha hesitated. Seeing her like this, Chu Zhongtian turned to other officials. "Everyone, how about you come first?" Officials from the Ministry of Rites and the Honglu Temple responded by reciting poems containing the word "flower", but they refused to mention the line from "Linjiangxian" that goes "The rolling Yangtze River flows eastward, its waves wash away all heroes". They are just short of writing "Mr. Siwei, please act cool" on their faces. As long as Li Qingcha pretends to be cool, they will flock to him and lick him hard, just to make him feel good~ There’s nothing we can do about it. Who told scholars to like this? It is fine to ask them to use connections and give gifts, but it must be a relatively naked exchange of interests. The slandered Li Qingcha should still be coaxed with sweet words. This is a consensus. Li Qingcha became more and more worried. Brother Chu's sphere of influence is so vast that he can make so many officials in the Ministry of Rites become the vanguards. In this way, everyone finished chanting a round. They looked at Li Qingcha, their eyes filled with blazing anticipation. Li Qingcha was stared at so hard that he broke out in a cold sweat. She reached her right hand under the table and pulled Luo Weiyang's clothes. As a result, three seconds later, there was a greasy pastry in her hand, with a half-moon-shaped tooth mark on it. Luo Weiyang whispered, "It's not crispy enough, not delicious." Li Qingcha: ￣□￣｜｜ She mouthed back, "Big sister, if you don't help me, I'm going to be a son-in-law." Luo Weiyang looked at Chu Anyun, then at Li Qingcha. Emmm... It feels like Li Qingcha is dreaming. She said: "No..." Li Qingcha said: "I am the person involved, how can I not know whether it exists or not? If I say yes, then it exists." "Well, then there is one." "???" Li Qingcha was confused.
Luo Weiyang sneered. "It's very simple. I just told you, pretend to be confused. If you really can't pretend, just write a poem about 'pretending to be confused'~" Li Qingcha:!!! After this reminder, I suddenly felt that the sky is high and the sea is vast. She searched in her mind for a while. "Since everyone has recited poetry, it would be inappropriate for me to keep it secret any longer, so... 'No one can stay happy for a thousand years, and no flowers can stay red for long in the depths of spring.'"