Chapter 40: A Night of Fish and Dragon Dance (5)
The east wind brings forth thousands of flowers and trees at night.
In the hall on the second floor of Jiuyu Building, Li Pin’s clear and clear voice reached everyone’s ears. On the table next to him, Ning Yi was writing quickly with his pen. Just this first sentence of "New Year's Day", there are many People's faces changed a bit, some were solemn and waiting carefully for the next sentence, while others frowned and had a bad feeling in their hearts.
Among everyone present, Su Chonghua is more inclined to say that Ning Yi only has a small talent. Naturally, he didn't believe the theory that Shui Tiao Ge Tou was taught by a Taoist priest. However, others at Yushan Academy had a good understanding of Ning Yi's daily practices. His teaching methods were as simple as talking nonsense. A subset of basic classics and history might be He couldn't believe that he had read it and said he had just learned it. Even if Song Mao personally said that day that Ning Yi had a certain way of teaching, in Su Chonghua's view, this was just a trick that might make a difference for a while, but would become disgraceful over time.
Actually speaking, he had no objection to how Ning Yi lived his life. He was clear about Old Madam Su's plan from the beginning. As a person who has experienced officialdom, he has a strong tolerance for messy things. He just bought a poem to become a talented man. If he could do this back then, he would not be polite, so he never paid attention to Ning Yi's teaching. Have an opinion. But it was different when it came to Song Mao's compliments. On the first day of the new year, when the old lady came to talk to him about teaching, what he felt was a strong threat.
Ning Yi used to keep a low profile, not interact with too many people, and was impeccable. As a member of the Su family, it would be almost impossible for Old Mrs. Su to dismantle his platform at home after speaking. But tonight was indeed a good opportunity. He came here accidentally and couldn't put it down. He just thought about it and made an immediate decision. He asked Pu Yangyi to ask him to come up. As long as he came up, as an elder, he would not be able to push him away, let alone Xue Jin. Adding fuel to the flames here, plus there are so many literati around. As the saying goes, literati look down on each other. If you overshadowed everyone with your Mid-Autumn Festival poem, and since then there has been no movement, who will really admire you?
His calculation is actually similar to the thoughts of Su Wenxing and others when Song Mao arrived at the Su Mansion, which was to let others reveal his true identity. Su Chonghua was already prepared to ruin Ning Yi's reputation tonight, and everything that followed was exactly as he thought. Among the whispers among everyone, they really refused to let him go. Xue Jin's performance was exaggerated, but here It was indeed just right, and his words were just the last straw that broke the camel's back.
However, if Ning Yi's subsequent look surprised him, and then the other party's straightforward writing suddenly made Su Chonghua's heart skip a beat, he realized that this calculation was wrong, and this first sentence As soon as the words appeared, he already understood that when he was most proud of his layout, he was defeated.
Too simple.
Even though the focus may be different, he and Xue Jin both feel the same. Ning Yi's calm attitude can only prove that he will have no problems in this regard. When the first sentence appeared, no one else had time to really figure it out. Of course, the single sentence could at most be said to be impeccable, and it could not be said to be good or bad. However, when Li Pin read out "More blowing down, stars are like rain" a moment later, , the initial outline of this sentence has already appeared in front of everyone's eyes, and the grand and magnificent atmosphere spread out as the words took shape.
Brush brush brush.
“BMW carvings...the road is filled with fragrance.”
“The sound of the phoenix flute moves...”
“The light of the jade pot turns...”
"One Night——Fish and Dragon Dance——"
It was ready. Su Chonghua sat there, sighed slightly, raised the wine glass in front of him and took a sip. He closed his eyes, knowing that all his thoughts tonight were in vain. It felt like he was plotting against others in officialdom. Likewise, a complete miscalculation is never a good feeling. Now he really felt that he couldn't see through the boy in front of him. On the other side, Xue Jin opened his mouth slightly with a surprised expression, blinked and was speechless. The entire hall was silent. Someone was repeating the poem, and the noise from outside came in.
If the Mid-Autumn Festival's water-melody song begins with a step-by-step approach, starting from the ordinary and developing the entire clear and meaningful atmosphere with a superb technique that does not make people feel abrupt, then the song in front of me starts from the beginning. The hand is opened and closed in an unambiguous way, like splashing ink on a landscape, writing furiously, using the most magnificent style to unfold the atmosphere from the beginning. "The east wind blows thousands of trees and flowers at night. It blows down, and the stars are like rain. The fragrance of BMWs and carriages fills the road. The sound of phoenix and flute moves, the light of jade pot turns, and fish and dragons dance all night." This is the metaphor that is constantly mentioned. The entire Shangyuan night scene is vividly described, as if the excitement has been condensed dozens of times and then replayed in front of everyone.
The atmosphere in the hall became a little solemn. Ning Yi stopped and looked back. On the surface, he seemed to be gauging everyone's reaction, but in fact, he was still paying attention to the maid in blue who was walking around. While he was writing the lyrics just now, he also glanced at the woman's actions. She just glanced this way doubtfully, then moved around intently, pouring wine, etc., and now stood slightly sideways on a pillar. Beside him, he looked sideways toward the corridor outside the window. In the entire hall, except Ning Yi, probably no one would pay attention to her.
Ning Yi turned back, twirled the brush in the inkstone, and murmured: "Moth Snow Willow Golden Wisp..." Li Pin over there didn't hear clearly: "Huh?" Seeing Ning Yi's brush fall , and then I realized.
"Moth snow willow golden thread..."
The words were still being written. On one side of Ning Yi's sight, the maid in blue turned around again and poured wine for someone. She turned her eyes calmly to the other side. In the corridor, two men in blue shirts had also turned around. , looking inside. Pu Yangyi seemed to have discovered this. A participant who seemed to have some status went over to inquire and negotiate. He spoke quietly at the door. Others were listening intently, so no one paid attention to him.
Ning Yi raised his pen and wrote the next sentence, "The laughter is filled with fragrance and goes away".
The two military men in blue shirts did not dare to disturb the gathering of so many literati, and their voices were kept low. Then they finally turned around and walked towards the other end of the corridor. On the way, they looked in from the window. Ning Yi paused after writing this sentence, and the two of them disappeared from the window over there. The woman in Tsing Yi also walked along the circular road, carrying the wine bottle to the door, and poured wine at the table near the door. After waiting, he was probably counting the time for the two people to go up to the third floor.
"He has been searched for thousands of times..."
In Li Pin's voice, Ning Yi paid attention to the woman's movements from the corner of his eyes. At this time, he finally walked out of the door calmly. Glancing towards the end of the corridor, I saw that the man in blue shirt was no longer there. He was about to start walking, and the words "Look back suddenly" just sounded. The woman seemed to have noticed something. She stopped and glanced this way, as if she was frowning slightly. With a startled glance, Ning Yi calmly withdrew his gaze and concentrated on writing the last sentence of the poem.
After the last stroke was written, Li Pin next to him also sighed and glanced around: "Suddenly looking back... the man was in the dim light."
After finishing this sentence, someone sighed in the silence: "Okay..." Qilan and everyone on the other side of the hall had already heard the words in their eyes. Lian, after hearing this "The crowd searched for him thousands of times, and suddenly looked back, he was in the dimly lit place", he stood up involuntarily, wanting to say something or move towards this way, but then he realized that this was a bit strange. No, he bit his lower lip lightly, grabbed the handkerchief with both hands, and turned his head to look to the side. More people were still chewing on the artistic conception of the poem. Ning Yi put down his pen. Li Pin carefully picked up the rice paper and shook it. He read it carefully again before passing it to Pu Yangyi next to him and looked at Ning. Yi, sighing with unspeakable eyes, then took a step back and made a bow.
This sentence is extremely prosperous and depicts the grand occasion of the Yuan Dynasty with admirable writing skills. Even if it is only half of it, it is already an amazing and good sentence. However, when you get to the lower que, you can actually extract an artistic conception from this most prosperous depiction. The front que is worldly, and the back que is refined. The contrast between the two has a huge impact that is indescribable. Some of the people present were still trying to figure it out, while others understood, but just sighed faintly, with complicated eyes. This artistic conception still has meaning after all.
Of course, there were a few people who immediately noticed the movements of others. For example, Xue Jin immediately noticed the Qilan group over there getting up. He just said those words, and now he was directly labeled as a laughing stock with a word. Of course, no one cared about him at the moment, but they were a little angry for a while. After all, it was him and Ning Yi who were confronting each other. After a moment, he couldn't help but said: "Then... then why did you tell the elders in the family that Shui Tiao Ge Tou was created by a Taoist priest?"
Ning Yi put down his pen, calculating in his mind that the maid in blue would disappear. Time outside the window. He originally had no feelings for people like Xue Jin. When he heard him speak, he looked at him with a smile: "Brother Xue, who did you hear this from?"
Xue Jin was stunned: "Although it was hearsay, it was vivid. Did you...did you say it?"
Ning Yi looked at him for a few seconds, blinked, and smiled: " I have said it before, but the rumors stop at the wise. Brother Xue may stop listening to them. Half a sentence."
When the two of them talked, Xue Jin spoke in a slightly higher tone, but Ning Yi spoke calmly. His voice probably didn't carry as far as Li Pin, but as soon as this sentence came out, Su Chonghua over there He also stared, obviously not expecting that he would say this. Xue Jin had a look of astonishment on his face, but before he could say anything, Ning Yi cupped his hands and said, "I do have something important to do, and I am definitely not trying to deceive you. I'll say goodbye now. Goodbye."
It's gone now. If someone dared to stop him, some people would raise their hands and salute, saying: "Brother Ning, if you have something to do, just go quickly." or "It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter."
< br>Xue Jin stared at him: "You..." As soon as the words came out, Ning Yi patted his shoulder and pretended to say something. Li Pin, Wu Qihao, Pu Yangyi and others were around him. They all listened attentively. Two seconds later, "That Taoist priest..." Ning Yi could only be heard saying: "...recited two songs."
The words were not really lowered. Ning Yi finished speaking seriously, nodded and turned to leave. Xue Jin's face turned red for a moment and he was speechless. Xiaochan was memorizing the words behind the others, but now she quickly followed them out with a smile, and the two of them disappeared into the corridor one after the other.
The scene was a little quiet for a while, and others could not find many topics for the time being. Li Pin looked at the word and smiled: "Once this word came out, Shangyuan's words were probably not easy to write. "
Pu Yangyi nodded, flicked the rice paper, and sighed: "Good words..." and then circulated it to others. Over there, Qilan turned to look at the window where Ning Yi and Xiaochan disappeared, and sat down with some sadness. After a while, she laughed again and talked to a few people around her as usual, stirring up the atmosphere. Waiting for the words to come over, I have to perform.
Half an hour later, the song "The Sapphire Case" spread throughout Jiangning...
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Speaking of preserved eggs, Banana has been eating preserved eggs since she was a child. I don’t like eating it by dipping it in vinegar, dipping it in soy sauce, or tossing it around in this way. I really can’t eat it. People I know seem to eat it this way too. It tastes alkaline only if it’s not marinated well. , but I can understand that everyone has various ways of eating it. What I can’t understand is that it’s impossible to eat directly, or that eating it directly will even kill people... There are all kinds of things in the world, all kinds of different ways of living, all kinds of different lives and happiness, it seems like when I was a child It’s quite a blessing to have a preserved egg to eat.
The same goes for MSG. Some people don’t need to eat it, but some people do. It seems there’s nothing incomprehensible about it, right? Many stores still use MSG to flavor it. When I went back to the countryside during the Qingming Festival, the food there always tasted fishy, but people back home thought it was delicious and they were used to it. What would it be like if there weren’t as many ancient seasonings as there are now? Some people in the book review area said that in ancient times, some people became royal chefs by relying on sea intestines, and 90% of sea intestines are MSG. This matter will not be discussed further.
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There should be another update in the early morning - maybe tomorrow morning. After all, this chapter is coded too late, so it is not recommended to wait. (End of this chapter)