The emperor's family raised me in poverty? But I have an innate ability.

Chapter 44: Senior Sister, do you know Erniu?

Lingsi knew that his request now seemed a little unreasonable.

But she was unwilling to go back like this.

The teacher had been looking forward to today's literary competition for two years and had taught her painstakingly for two years, but the end result was a complete failure, with not a single win?
She can accept this ending, but where will the teacher's face be?
She couldn't surpass Ying Ruxian in this article, but at least she had to leave a last piece of fig leaf for her teacher!
Moreover, she firmly believed that she would win this time!
After all, the profound artistic conception and strong emotions of the poem were the only quatrains she had ever seen in her life!

"Compare poetry?"

Su Changqing seemed to be hesitant to speak after hearing this.

He really couldn't bear to hit this junior sister again.

If it were compared to other things, he might be a little more afraid, but poetry
Not to mention this little senior sister, even if he counted his teacher and everyone present, there would not be enough for him to defeat.

Thinking of this, he began to ponder how to reject the other party tactfully.

But who would have thought that the eyes of the great scholar Mo Lan, who had not spoken for a long time, would light up at this moment.
“It’s better than poetry!”

"I have had the honor of hearing Lingsi's poems. They are truly unparalleled. It is a good opportunity for you to learn from each other."

Yixian on the side also echoed and clapped his hands with a smile:
"Lingsi's poems are indeed exquisite. I regretted not being able to hear the full text not long ago, but today I finally get to do so."

They have seen how strong Su Changqing is. If it were compared with other things, they would not be interested. After all, the two of them are not on the same level.

But if it is poetry, it’s different!

The half piece of poetry that Wei Cang recited to them not long ago amazed them for a long time.

Although Su Changqing is very good at music, chess, calligraphy and painting, Lingsi's poetry is definitely not inferior to the other!
"Oh? It seems that Junior Brother Lingsi has a good knowledge of poetry."

Hearing such praise from the two great scholars, Li Qingchen also looked at Lingsi with interest.

In Confucianism and Taoism, the four arts of music, chess, calligraphy and painting are generally considered offensive skills.

And being familiar with poetry and songs is the best way to nourish and enhance one's upright spirit.

If you read a lot of books and are proficient in poetry, songs and essays, then your practice of Confucianism and Taoism will be very fast.

In Confucianism and Taoism, those who can be called great Confucian scholars may not be strong in offensive means, but they definitely have profound attainments in poetry and songs.

Now that his thoughts have been praised by great scholars, it is obvious that he has some real abilities.

This made Li Qingchen curious about what kind of poetry this spiritual thought could produce.

"If I lose in music, chess, calligraphy and painting, I will lose, but I will definitely win in poetry!"

Hearing Li Qingchen's words, Wei Cang, who had a lonely look on his face, forced a smile.

Although he lost badly today, if he could win the next game, he would be able to save some face.

Otherwise, you will have to go back in disgrace.

"Teacher, why don't you just forget it."

At this time, Su Changqing spoke in a low voice, seeming to be hesitant to speak.

"Why should we forget it?"

Li Qingchen looked at Su Changqing, "It's just a competition. Winning or losing is not a big deal. Go ahead and compete."

Li Qingchen knew that Su Changqing would definitely lose this competition.

Because in the past two years, in order to suppress the growth of Su Changqing's righteous spirit, he never taught him poetry or songs.

Even the books he read mostly taught etiquette and morality. In this case, how could Su Changqing write poetry?
Su Changqing won too much today. Losing one game can help him adjust his mentality, which is not a bad thing.

however.

Su Changqing became even more distressed after hearing this.

"Go ahead and compete? Do you want me to try my best?"

Lingsi's eyes were red just now. If she loses again, won't she burst into tears?

Then who will beat the one who is crying and who will comfort him?

Su Changqing sighed, thinking about what kind of poem to choose so that Lingsi's defeat would not be too embarrassing.

Li Qingchen, who was standing by, looked at Su Changqing sighing and couldn't help but shook his head:

"If you lose, you lose. Why do you have to do this?"

"It's also a way for your uncle and sister to save face. Otherwise, they came all the way here and didn't win. It would be too embarrassing."

Su Changqing was stunned when he heard this, and then his eyes lit up.

So he wasn't expected to win?
That makes things easier. He was so confused just now.

On the one hand, it is difficult to disobey the master's orders, and on the other hand, his senior sister wanted to show mercy to his men from the beginning. Although it is of no use, he must remember this favor.

Now that he knew what the teacher meant, Su Changqing was completely relaxed. "Senior sister, you go first. I am looking forward to your excellent work."

Su Changqing spoke with a smile, with a hint of curiosity in his eyes.

He also wanted to see the level of poetry in this world.

"Then listen carefully, Junior Brother."

Lingsi smiled confidently and said loudly:

“This poem has no title.”

"It's hard to meet each other, and it's hard to leave each other. The east wind is weak and the flowers are withered."

“Spring silkworms.”

"Pfft! Cough cough cough cough."

While everyone else was listening with amazement on their faces, Su Changqing, who happened to be thirsty, spat out all the water in one gulp, coughing violently and becoming dazed.

"This poem."

Su Changqing widened his eyes with an expression of disbelief.

"Changqing, what's wrong with this poem?"

Seeing Chang Qing lose his composure like this, Li Qingchen frowned and asked.

"This poem."

Su Changqing's mind was full of thoughts, but when he saw the inquiring looks from everyone, he swallowed his thoughts back and gave two awkward smiles.
“This poem is excellent.”

No one knew that Su Changqing was completely numb at this moment.

Lingsi looked at Su Changqing in confusion, and then continued to recite poetry.

"It's hard to meet each other, and it's hard to leave each other. The east wind is weak and the flowers are withered."

“A silkworm may not stop spinning silk until it dies, and a candle may not stop shedding tears until it turns into ashes.”

"Looking in the mirror in the morning, I am worried about my gray hair; reciting poems at night, I feel the moonlight is cold."

"There are not many roads to Pengshan, and the blue bird is eager to visit."

When the poem ended, everyone present was amazed.

Li Qingchen praised generously:

"This poem has a great artistic conception. In just a few lines, it fully praises the difficulty of meeting and the pain of parting."

"Even more interestingly, this poem cleverly uses scenes such as 'withered flowers', 'wax ash' and 'spring silkworms' to vividly highlight the sadness of the person in the poem."

“The words, meaning and context are all perfect.”

As he spoke, Li Qingchen looked at Lingsi and praised:

"You are amazing, nephew, to be able to write such a poem at this age."

Although Wei Cang, who was standing aside, lost the literary competition, he still couldn't help but smile at this moment.

He knew very well how proud Li Qingchen was. The fact that he could make the contemporary Ruxian say the word "amazing" showed how powerful this poem was.

Mo Lan and Yi Xian, who were standing by, were so amazed that they copied the poem onto paper immediately.

"This little junior sister is really good at poetry."

Shuhan was also amazed and felt inferior to him.

He thought he was a rare genius in the literary world, but after meeting Su Changqing, he realized that he was just a frog in a well.

Now, hearing Junior Sister Lingsi's poems again, the only pride in his heart disappeared completely.

"Learning never ends." Shuhan sighed dejectedly.

Everyone was talking about it and praising it endlessly.

But Lingsi was very calm, because she knew that those comments were not for her, but for that senior.

In order to save her teacher's face, she had no choice today. Otherwise, she would never plagiarize other people's poems.

"I'm sorry, senior. I'll be going to apologize for the next two days."

Lingsi sighed inwardly and prepared to visit after the competition.

At this time, Su Changqing, who had a lot to say, couldn't help but looked at Lingsi and asked in a low voice:

"Senior sister, do you know Erniu?"

(End of this chapter)