Chapter 881: Isn’t it normal to copy poems at a poetry meeting?
The Baigu Poetry Festival can be considered a local festival, and is even a blind date conference to some extent.
Rich businessmen and even some dignitaries would try to find students with the potential to soar to success but who had not yet made a name for themselves at this poetry meeting, with the intention of recruiting them as sons-in-law.
The Baigu Poetry Meeting is not only a poetry meeting, but also a famous matchmaking meeting.
It has been held for who knows how many years and has helped countless men and women find their true love.
The Baigu Poetry Conference was held at a lake several miles outside the city. The locals called that lake Baigu Lake. At this time, many flower boats were drifting and gathering on the lake, forming several interlaced boat corridors.
Since it was a poetry gathering, in addition to the stalls, there were red, green and yellow cloth strips hung everywhere. They were not just decorations, but had all kinds of riddles, couplets and couplets written on them.
Anyone who can guess the riddle, answer the couplet, or match the couplet can take down the cloth strip and submit the answer to a special place, and then they can get a prize.
The prizes come in many types, including fruits, snacks, study treasures, and even silk scarves, sachets, hairpins, and gold hairpins.
It can be said that it can satisfy men, women, young and old.
The empty space is used to hang lanterns, and at night the poetry gathering will be transformed into a lantern festival for people to continue to enjoy.
It is worth mentioning that Shen Xueqi's appearance attracted a lot of attention. Due to the nature of the Baigu Poetry Meeting, many students and literati tried to come forward to talk to her, but they gave up before they got close. Shen Xueqi's cold temperament became the best words of rejection, and she didn't even need to take the initiative to speak.
At the same time, Mo Cheng, who was beside Shen Xueqi, was also asked about who the student was, as he had never seen him in the academy.
It was also the first time that Shen Xueqi saw so many people, and she was in the middle of it. Looking around, there were people everywhere. She couldn't help but sigh in a low voice, "So many people."
"Because today is very important." Mo Cheng stretched out his fingers and counted them one by one. "Students and scholars want to attract the attention of dignitaries at the poetry meeting. Rich businessmen also want to find potential sons-in-law here. Men and women all want to find their own marriage at the poetry meeting. Even these vendors know that the business here today is several times more than usual."
Shen Xueqi thought, "Because it's an important day, do we have to get together?"
As the two were talking, they suddenly heard someone calling him. When they looked towards the direction where the voice came from, they found that the person calling him was Tu Shan Yi.
Tu Shanyi was holding a piece of cloth in his hand. He ran over and stuffed the cloth into Mo Cheng's hand. "Brother Mo, Brother Mo, please help me. Please help me."
"Brother Tushan, what is this?"
Mo Cheng picked up the banner and saw that it was a banner for a poetry gathering. There were couplets written on it, and it was obvious that the first line was given and the student was required to come up with a topic for the second line.
Tu Shan Yi was sweating profusely. No one knew how he had exhausted himself to such an extent. As a demon with spiritual intelligence and a student in an academy, Tu Shan Yi would not sweat even if he ran a full marathon at the speed of a 100-meter sprint.
After all, although the focus of each academy is different, the core courses [ritual, music, archery, charioteering, calligraphy, and mathematics], also known as the [Six Arts of a Gentleman], have always been compulsory subjects.
"I boasted before that the poetry contest was just a child's play and I could answer all of them, but one student was so angry that he asked me to answer a question."
"Why don't you just admit that you are bragging? I don't think others will make things difficult for you."
Tu Shanyi was so anxious that he was sweating profusely. "If it were any other time, it wouldn't be difficult to just boast or apologize to that student. But with a beautiful lady beside me, I dare not retreat. I hope the talented Qilin can help me."
Well, no matter whether it is a man or a male, when facing the opposite sex, there is always a moment when they are in a state of brain spasm and refuse to lose face or admit defeat.
Now that things have come to this, Mo Cheng couldn't refuse any more. "Let me make it clear first, I don't know much about these things... Eh?"
Looking at the question on the cloth strip, Mo Cheng was stunned, because he had seen the question written on it before.
"The sky is the chessboard and the stars are the pieces. Who dares to play?"
He had seen this question before, and remembered the answer quite clearly, "Brother Tushan, you can go and try, [The ground is the pipa and the road is the string, which one can be played]."
There is almost no need to think about it. As pairs have been mentioned several times by Chinese teachers in elementary school, they are almost as familiar to you as the multiplication table.
Tu Shanyi was stunned for a moment. He was also stumped by this question. When he saw Mo Cheng before, he found an excuse to leave in order not to lose face and came to ask for advice.
Although he asked Mo Cheng for help, Tu Shanyi actually didn't have much confidence. What he didn't expect was that Mo Cheng didn't even think for a long time and responded instantly.
Tu Shanyi also came to his senses at this time and clapped his hands, "Great, great, great, the stars are the strings and the roads are the strings, great, great!"
Before leaving, Tu Shan Yi patted his chest and told Mo Cheng that he would treat him to dinner tonight, then left with the questions. It was unknown whether he was going back to embarrass himself or to show off in front of his companions.
Shen Xueqi, who was standing by, looked at Mo Cheng with a hint of surprise, "You can do this?"
"I don't know how to do it, I copied it." Mo Cheng was very self-aware. He knew that he was just the porter of the answer, and it was not his idea at all.
Answering that question was just to help Tu Shanyi out of the situation. It was a return gift for the other party chatting with him for so long yesterday, allowing him to obtain a lot of information.
"Copied? Who?"
"I just copied it. I really forgot who it was from."
Mo Cheng only remembered the answer to the question, but he really didn't pay attention to who asked and answered the couple.
Shen Xueqi shook her head, not knowing what she was thinking, "So how do you plan to contact the Lord of Baigu City?"
Previously, Mo Cheng said that he wanted to contact the Lord of Baigu City, and then he came to this poetry meeting. It was obvious that Mo Cheng felt that there was some way to communicate with the Lord here.
"Tu Shanyi told me yesterday that the Lord of Baigu City will attend the Baigu Poetry Contest and will also comment on the poems written by the students."
Mo Cheng pointed to a place not far away where a group of people had gathered. "A poetry gathering is a poetry gathering. Of course, there must be poems to make it a poetry gathering. However, the Lord of Baigu City will only comment on the top three. We need to make sure that the poems can be ranked in the top three before we can meet with the Lord."
Considering the scale of the Baigu Poetry Society and the number of people, if you want to write a poem that will surely be in the top three...
Shen Xueqi looked at Mo Cheng with confusion in her eyes. It seemed that someone had told her not long ago that he couldn't write poetry.
"Don't you know how to write poetry?"
"I really can't, but I am a [Qilin Talent]." Mo Cheng shrugged and said with a smile, "I can't write poems, but I can copy them."
It shouldn't be a problem to copy a poem and squeeze into the top three.
