After the family fell, I wanted to lie down

Chapter 17 Poetry

"Okay, okay, stop bowing here and there. You have to bow to everyone here and compose a poem today."

"Master Chen, you have to pay respects to others. You have to do everything, but I have something to say first."

"If I win by accident, you can't let me gamble with you again. It's a waste of time to gamble back and forth. I don't have time to waste on this all the time."

"You're the one who insisted on competing this time, so since I'm younger, I should go first?"

"You go first, don't wait a moment, you'll cry when you see the poem I wrote."

"Please bring pen, paper and ink."

"It hasn't even started yet, and you're already putting on airs."

Dragon Boat Festival…On May 5, the Dragon Boat Festival, poplar flowers fly around the river;

"Well, it's OK. These two sentences seem to be quite standard."

The orioles sing in the morning light... The dragon boat races on the river first;

Master Zijing's voice was low and gentle. As soon as Yingge put down her pen, he read out loud, word after word.

Before the envoy left the county residence, the sound of drums was already stirring his heart.

The harmonious sounds shake the sky, and we celebrate the festival with endless joy.

The river bank is filled with laughter and joy, as people celebrate the festive occasion with great joy.

The customs of the Dragon Boat Festival have been passed down through the ages, and the dragon boat race will live forever.

At first everyone was laughing and not caring at all, but in the end, those who were fiddling with the fans stopped playing and those who were watching the fun on the sidelines couldn't laugh anymore.

This...this...this is a good poem.

The annual dragon boat race is very lively and after each race, there are always some memorable poems recorded. The viewing platform isolates people from the world, but it does not isolate them from the excitement outside.

When Zijing finished reciting the poem with Yingge, the surroundings suddenly became quiet.

Yingge continued to write, but Zijing stopped following her. The sudden silence made Chunqiao and Xiao Taohong more and more uneasy.

"They all suddenly stopped talking. Is it because Master Yingge's writing is not good? Look, they are not discussing it anymore."

Chunqiao was extremely anxious. She was illiterate and couldn't tell whether what she heard from those people reading was good or bad.

The servant who was in charge of copying poems was also puzzled. He had never seen anything like this before. Was this a good thing or a bad thing?

There is a segment like this of copying poems during every Dragon Boat Race on the Dragon Boat Festival. This is also their service. What if a good work appears here?

There would be servants waiting beside each platform where people were preparing to write poems, and of course there would be servants waiting beside the group of young men who had left. Some of them had written poems, but they were torn up or burned by themselves before they could be copied.

After such a long wait, someone has finally started writing poetry again. I don’t know whether they will write or not, and why is it so lively this time.

Yingge had no idea what was happening around her. After a while, she finally finished the article in one go and stopped writing.

"Okay, I've finished writing." Yingge looked up at Zijing's position. The young man had a good-looking face, with fair complexion, good skin and big eyes.

Zijing also looked up at her at this time. He was slightly taller than Yingge, and he could also see Yingge's appearance at this time.

Yingge smiled at him in a friendly manner.

Zi Jing didn't know what the young man in front of him was laughing at, but he wasn't laughing anyway.

"Yingge, good poem, this is a good piece of work."

As soon as Zi Jing finished speaking, other students rushed to take the book and read it.

"I reached out first, so I should look first."

"I took it first, so I'll look at it first."

"Don't rush, don't rush, come one by one."

There were many people scrambling for it, and each of them stretched out their arms.

Someone shouted, "Read it out, read it out quickly."

The young man was a little excited, and the servant beside him quickly prepared to copy.

"On the fifth day of May, the Dragon Boat Festival, willow catkins fly around the river..." As they read aloud, the teenagers also followed along.

Some are standing, some are holding pens, and some are concentrating with their eyes bright.

"The envoy has not left the county hall yet, but the drumbeats have already moved people's hearts." The voice of the poem was louder than the noise outside. The boy who copied the poem wrote furiously, and the voice of the young man who read the poem just fell in his ears when another person read it. For a while, the sound of reading and writing on the viewing platform was one after another.

After the young man finished reciting, the servant started to write his name, but he felt a little embarrassed.

"Whose family is this young man who wrote the poem?"

The young men next to them pointed with sparkling eyes, "It's her, her name is Yingge."

The servants may not have noticed clearly that the young man was a poet, but it is enough to just know his name, right?

Gudi Poetry Society, Yingge.

The Dragon Boat Festival Song, the servants, the guys took the poems they copied and shouted loudly, "New work of the Gudi Poetry Society, the Dragon Boat Festival Song."

At the railing on the second floor, a group of young ladies from wealthy families, dressed in gorgeous clothes, were chattering happily. They were discussing the dragon boat race that had just happened or what young men from different families were wearing today. All they cared about was the opportunity to get out and play.

Liu Abao was a little unhappy. She had clearly won the bet, but in the end she couldn't get her stake back. What's more, the person who made the bet ran away, and no one could do anything to her.

Miss Qi comforted her, "Bao'er, don't be angry. You have already let everyone know that she lost. That's right. Doesn't this count as winning? Look, Miss Chen doesn't even dare to go out."

"Humph, she is afraid to go out. It's her own fault. She lost the bet but didn't take responsibility."

"Hey, listen, there's a new work downstairs!"

Miss Qi was not very happy because Liu Abao changed the topic, but with the arrival of her maid, her unhappiness disappeared.

"Bring it here. It's probably another boring new work."

"what."

"ah"

"Shh, shh, no need to talk."

Liu Abao sat up straight, and the other girls who had been somewhat relaxed also stopped relaxing. "This, this, seems pretty good, right?"

“It feels pretty good.”

"Good poem, good poem, let's read it again."

"Come, bring me paper, ink, pen and inkstone. I want to copy it."

"Is this masterpiece made by Mr. Lin?"

"The Ancient Flute Poetry Society... Yingge."

"How come I've never heard of this name before?"

"Let me see it." A young girl stretched out her slender hand and pulled out the paper.

"The Ancient Flute Poetry Society... Yingge?"

The girl looked at Liu Abao, and everyone followed her gaze and looked at Liu Abao.

"No, why are you all looking at me?"

"Baoer, the author is Yingge!"

"Yingge, this name sounds familiar. Why does it sound familiar?"

With a snap, the fan in Miss Qi's hand fell to the ground.

"Bao'er, isn't Yingge your girlfriend?"

"Yingge, Yingge..."

At this time, the third floor also reported the name of a poem, and the author's name was also reported.

Older people know very little about the poetry society, let alone the author’s name.

"Who is this person? Who is this poetry club?"

"Are you new here? I haven't heard of it before!"

There was a lot of discussion in the hall on the third floor. Doctor Li, who had just returned from a visit, was a little puzzled to see this scene.

What happened at this moment?

While the other people in the hall were discussing enthusiastically, only Liu Xiucai, who was sitting next to the table, was writing furiously.

"Brother Lin, have you figured out how to solve this mountain problem?"

"This wonderful poem in front of me was not written by me, but it is indeed a masterpiece."

When Doctor Li heard this, he realized, oh, it turned out that a new poem had been published.

Mr. Lin has already started copying, and Doctor Li follows him. Gudi Poetry Society... Yingge!

"Yeah, Yingge!"

"From the tone of Doctor Li's voice, does he know this person named Yingge?"

"Not only do I know him, but you have also seen him?"

"Oh, I've seen that too?"

"I do know a little about this Gudi Poetry Society. As for that boy named Yingge, I also know him now that you mentioned him. I am a little confused."

"That's the young man who was talking to us just now."

"Ha!" Lin Xiucai exclaimed and stood up immediately.

"How about it, this kid is pretty good, right?"

Doctor Li's words were echoed by others around him. Although they were not particularly good, they were still the best in this Dragon Boat Festival.

"Hurry up and make several copies. This poem will be sent out soon."

Upon hearing this, the manager, accountant, clerks, and servants all picked up their pens and started copying.

But it's quite lively here. Yingge wrote this poem not to show off, but to make the young master of the Chen family admit defeat so that he won't always look for her.

After a few discussions, a group of teenagers gathered around Yingge and discussed something. "You are reading the book by yourself at home, right?"

"Who is your teacher and what books do you usually read at home?"

"How old are you this year?"

"Yingge thanks everyone for your compliments. Young Master Chen's poem has not been published yet. When his poem is published, it would be better to compare them together."

Only then did everyone remember that there was still one person's poem that had not yet been published.

It was then that the group of young men remembered that the young master of the Chen family was also at the scene. After searching around, they found the somewhat dazed young master Chen in the corner. Because of the pushing and shoving by the crowd just now, the young master Chen's clothes were a little messy and he stood there in a daze.

Zi Jing looked at him and urged, "Master Chen, it's your turn."

Young Master Chen's eyes widened and his breathing suddenly stagnated. He looked at the people around him who were expectant, and then at Yingge's poem hanging high in the center of the hall.

"Master Chen, it's your turn."

In order to avoid blocking him from reaching his desk to write, everyone made way for him.

Young Master Chen's breathing became more and more rapid.

"Master Chen, hurry up." Zi Jing was interrupted by the young master of the Chen family before he could finish his words.

"Don't rush me, I...I give up!"

Everyone was surprised. Why didn't he just give it a try? He just gave in like that?

"At this moment, he is probably the most frightened one."

Zijing shook his head and said nothing.

Yingge said: "It's still early, don't worry, just take your time to think about it, we won't rush you."

"After all, poetry is natural and there is no point in urging it when inspiration strikes."

"Oh, good poem, good poem."

"Is there anyone who wants to write a sentence?" Zi Jing asked directly.

"Why is there a new work? Where, where?"

"Poetry is free and easy, and I get inspiration occasionally. It's wonderful. Is there a next line for this?"

Yingge smiled bitterly: "No, this is a masterpiece borrowed from the ancients. I am not worth mentioning myself, not worth mentioning."

"Ancients, who are the ancients?"

"Well, when I was little, my family was poor, so I read whatever books were available. I don't remember which one it was."

Yingge's words of consolation to the young master of the Chen family sparked another round of discussion among the crowd.

The young master of the Chen family, who was standing aside, looked at everyone blankly, even a little incredulous.

He murmured, "How come I can write poetry all of a sudden? How come I can do it so well all of a sudden?"

"How come you can write poetry all of a sudden? You must have plagiarized it."

Yingge looked at him without saying anything. In the eyes of everyone, they had fallen into inferiority.

"It's a copied poem. How come we haven't heard of it before?"

"Yes, if someone had great talent, he would have been famous long ago."

Originally, he wanted to pull Yingge to let everyone see it as a witness, but he didn't expect that he would be the one to witness it.

Young Master Chen's face turned red and then white. He turned around and was about to leave when Zijing stopped him.

"Master Chen, are you still competing? You're leaving now..."

"I just said it, I admit defeat, I won't compete anymore."

Zi Jing said with a smile: "Then how do you guys make the bet?"

When Master Chen heard this, he clenched his hands tightly, looking somewhat angry and embarrassed.

Yingge stepped forward to help him out: "It was originally a joking bet, don't take it seriously. Master Chen, just remember not to bother me again in the future..."

"When did I say this bet is no longer valid? Don't humiliate me."

Then he bowed to Yingge and called out "Big Brother" in a voice that seemed to be forced out.

After saying that, he covered his face and turned away.

Xiao Taohong and Chunqiao stepped forward with smiles on their faces, and couldn't help but applaud, but were stopped by Chunqiao. People like them had no right to judge those children from aristocratic families.

"Young people also act on impulse."

Yingge bowed to everyone present and said, "I am sorry to bother you all today."

"You are insulting us by saying this. You have brought honor to our Ancient Flute Poetry Society today, and we got a good poem for free."

"Shame on me, shame on me."

"Did Master Yingge go to school later?" a young man asked.

It seems that this young man was one of the people present at the time. Then what he said later was "It seems that what happened after that was the incident of Mr. Zichun becoming Mr.'s apprentice."

"Well, thank you. I read later."

"Master Yingge, are you interested in joining our ancient flute poetry club?"

"I may need to discuss this with my husband. After all, homework is important."

"Hey, you're not really going to take the exam for the top scholar, are you?"

"A gentleman's word is as good as his bond. Now that it has been spoken, of course it must be carried out."

"Since Brother Ying has said so, I will wait for your good news."

"He didn't mention a higher position or a higher honor, but just said good news, which shows that he didn't want to add burden to himself. This blessing is very sincere."

Yingge bowed again, thanked and said goodbye to the others. Zijing looked at the young man in front of him. He was such an unpredictable person. No matter whether he won or lost the game, he was neither humble nor arrogant, and always faced it calmly.

The young man who praised Yingge said with emotion: "This person named Yingge is not bad."

"If he doesn't leave in anger one day, maybe Mr. Zichun will accept her."

"If she can learn from Mr. Zichun, coupled with her own intelligence, there is no need to worry that she will not be the real top scholar in the future!"

"Oh, what a pity."

“This word is a good word.”

Before, I only paid attention to her poems, but not her calligraphy.

Looking at it again now, this word gives people a refreshing feeling.

The boys gathered together again.

When Yingge saw the people gathered together, she realized that all the young men were passionate men.

"Master, Master, if we knew you would win, we would have asked him for two maids to serve you tea and water, and add fragrance to your sleeves."

Yingge tapped Chunqiao on the forehead jokingly: "The little girl has learned bad things."

"There's still one game left to go, what about you guys?"

"Well, Master, Master, we'll go with you. We don't want to stay here."

Initially she just wanted to join in the fun, but she didn't expect to be forced to compete with the group of teenagers in the end.

It's okay to go back now. I've already been in the spotlight today. There's no need to stay again.

"Yingge, you can write poetry, that's amazing."

Yingge couldn't compose poetry, but for every time traveler, knowing a few poems was a basic element. She didn't expect it to be such a coincidence. She had started thinking about it when she was upstairs with Doctor Li, but she didn't expect to use it so soon.

Because the dynasties here are different from her modern ones, although she knows some ancient people and ancient poems, she does not have much knowledge about them.

As soon as she finished asking Dr. Li these questions, someone came to her door. What could she do?

"Why, you are bullying me again."

"Hey, why are you saying bullying words again?" She said this when the young master of the Chen family made a bet just now. Is he bullying others again now?

"Master, Master, how do you know these?"

"Have I already said that I am the incarnation of Wenquxing?"

"Are you kidding me again?..."

The three people here returned happily, while the dragon boat race over there continued.