The Great Wei Music Bureau

Last time we talked about how everyone came to the rooftop hall on the third floor of the Exiled Immortal Tower, and waited at the stairs, waiting for Miss Shiyu to arrive. Next, let’s see what this second most beautiful woman in the capital looks like.

Miss Shiyu appeared in front of everyone like a fairy accompanied by music. Everyone was shocked by her beauty and then bowed to show their good manners. The voices of "Greetings, Miss Shiyu" were heard one after another, and the fairy bowed to return the greetings one by one. When she came in front of Li Yi, the latter just stood there.

The fairy smiled at Li Yi, and he felt that he was seeing hundreds of flowers blooming in front of him, with fragrance everywhere, refreshing his heart. Li Yi suddenly realized that he had lost his etiquette, and immediately straightened his chest and raised his head, concentrating his energy and reciting:

"The clouds think of clothes, the flowers think of face, the spring breeze blows on the threshold and the dew is thick.

If we hadn’t met in the Fairy Tower of Qiongyu, we would have met under the moon in Yaotai.”

As soon as this poem came out, purple air rose from Li Yi's body, swirling around him, and finally sank into his body. He once again felt the flow of this talent entering his body, and his spirit was clear. Everyone saw the purple air lingering around, and felt the wind blowing through the house, as if Li Yi was the center of the vortex and sucked all the surrounding air into his body. Everyone looked at him in surprise, thinking about what had just happened? That person casually wrote a poem that would be passed down through the ages?

Yang Hua locked his eyes on Li Yi. It seemed that he was more interested in Li Yi than the beauty! Miss Shiyu recalled the poem just now, thinking: There is no sentence about beauty in this poem just now, but the words between the lines are all about beauty, "If it is not in the fairy tower of Qiongyu, we will meet under the moon in Yaotai." Qiongyu, the fairy tower of exiled jade, and the fairy tower of Yaochi under the moon? These are all talking about the Moon Palace! Thinking of this, Shiyu's eyes lit up with gold!

Shiyu bowed, her red lips trembling slightly as she whispered, "Greetings to this gentleman. May I ask if the poem you just wrote is for Shiyu?"

Li Yi immediately responded, "My name is Li Yi, my courtesy name is Xiuyuan. Since we are meeting for the first time, I would like to give you a poem as a gift."

At this time, everyone reacted, and Nangong Qi shouted: "What a good poem! What a good poem! The fairy of Yaotai and the beauty of the Moon Palace made the white clouds and flowers want to dress themselves up! Wonderful, wonderful! What a good poem, it is really a good poem!"

This statement attracted everyone's approval, and they all saluted Li Yi with fists, "Mr. Li is a great talent!"

"Mr. Li's poem is wonderful!" Hearing the praises from all around, Li Yi and Shi Yu smiled at each other. The former's vanity was already satisfied to the point of overflowing, while the latter was extremely delighted to have such a masterpiece, which would surely be passed down through the ages.

Shiyu smiled and said, "May I ask if you are famous for your poetry, sir?"

"The Exiled Immortal Tower presents a rain of poetry!"

Li Yi answered proudly, making the beautiful woman delighted, "Please leave your calligraphy for me to treasure as a souvenir." He raised his hand and a maid came with paper and pen. Li Yi did not hesitate to pick up the pen and wrote a poem, signing it as "Given to the beautiful woman on May 5, the third year of Daxing by Li Xiuyuan."

Shi Yu watched Li Yi write with great joy. The words were like people, flowing like clouds and water, free and unrestrained, showing his elegance! She ordered someone to put away the calligraphy, turned around and looked at everyone and said, "Gentlemen, today's topic is to write a poem, but once Mr. Li's poem comes out, I'm afraid it will be hard to compete with it." At this point, she turned around and looked at Li Yi's face full of admiration, and said, "Then today..."

Before Shiyu could finish her words, Yang Hua interrupted her and said, "Miss Shiyu, what you said is wrong. How can you say that no one can compete with you before you even give her a question? Miss Shiyu has not given her a question yet, but she has already given me a poem, so it does not count! Please give me a question quickly, Yang Hua wants to compete with you!"

Li Yi's poem just now ignited Yang Hua's desire to win. This Shangjing's most talented man was already good at poetry. This time he felt that he had met his match and was overjoyed. When the people on the third floor heard Yang Hua's name, they all came over. It was not common for Shangjing's most talented man to compete in poetry. It seemed that he had made a profit tonight!

Shi Yu thought for a moment, thinking that this made sense, so she looked at Li Yi, and the two looked at each other. The latter had a confident expression. Shi Yu was thoughtful. In fact, she was given a famous poem and she liked it, but now Yang Hua was known as the most talented scholar in Shangjing. If the two of them were to compete in poetry here today, it would be a good show!

Shi Yu smiled and said, "Since the most talented scholar in the capital is going to compete in poetry with Mr. Li, I am also very curious. Please wait for a moment and let me make some arrangements." She bowed to Li Yi and Yang Hua, walked to Sister Lan and said a few words. Sister Lan was delighted and turned to leave. Then, she waved her hand and pointed at several maids to clear the stage in the center of the hall.

Soon, many maids came up, removed the table in the hall, and rearranged the chairs, facing the stage, like an auditorium. Li Yi and Yang Hua smiled at each other and understood Shi Yu's arrangement. This was to make some money by using their poetry duet. The title of the most talented scholar in the capital should not be wasted!

Li Yi and Yang Hua did not think there was anything wrong with this. Business is about profit, and if Miss Shiyu helps her boss make more money, her life will be more comfortable, which is understandable. Besides, they both wanted more people to witness their talents.

Soon, hundreds of people came and took their seats. The hall was already full. Shiyu smiled with satisfaction. At this time, Duguyu, Nangongqi, Yuwenzhong and Yuwenxiu came behind Li Yi and Yang Hua respectively. Duguyu smiled and said, "Brother Li, today is a great opportunity for you to become famous! Don't miss it!"

Nangong Qi smiled and said, "I have staked my entire reputation on Brother Li. Brother Li, please do not underestimate Yang Hua."

Li Yi smiled and said, "Brothers, please don't forget the agreement we made with me!" Yu Qi and the other two smiled knowingly and nodded.

On the other side, Yuwen Zhong bowed to Yang Hua and said, "I am lucky to see you in high spirits again today. It is so rare! I hope you enjoy the competition!"

Yang Hua returned the greeting and said, "I think Mr. Li's talent is not inferior to mine. It has been a long time since I have seen such a talented person of the same age. I am eager to show my skills. Thank you two princes for bringing me here. It is a great pleasure to meet such an opponent! How happy! How joyful!"

After the two groups finished their explanation, they took their seats, of course they sat in the front row. Miss Shiyu walked slowly onto the stage, she became the host of today's poetry competition, her face was full of smiles, like a spring breeze, making everyone happy.

Shi Yu said, "Welcome to the Exiled Immortal Tower. Today is the fifth day for me to ask questions. I never thought I would be so lucky to meet the most talented scholar in the capital, Mr. Yang Hua. On the other hand, Mr. Li Yi, when we first met, gave me a poem that has been passed down through the ages. The clouds are like clothes, the flowers are like faces, the spring breeze blows on the threshold, and the dew is gorgeous. If we had not met in the Fairy Tower, we would have met under the moon on the Jade Terrace."

As she spoke, she showed everyone Li Yi's poem. There was an uproar in the audience. The poem was truly great.

Shi Yu put away Li Yi's poem and continued, "Mr. Yang was inspired to write a poem to Mr. Li after seeing his talent. So it is right for you to come to our Exiled Immortal Tower today. You can witness the duel between our most talented scholar in the capital and Mr. Li, who can write a masterpiece! Well, I won't talk nonsense anymore. Please invite the two gentlemen to the stage."

Amid the cheers and boos of the crowd, Li Yi and Yang Hua took the stage. Yang Hua bowed to the audience and said, "What Miss Shiyu said just now was a misunderstanding. I have never considered myself the most talented person in the capital! As the saying goes, there are always people who are better than you. It is really rare for me to meet such a talented person as Mr. Li today. I was inspired and wanted to learn from him. It just so happens that all of you here are outstanding people. Please be the referee and witness and decide the winner of our duel today!"

Li Yi smiled at Yang Hua and thought to himself: Yang Hua, have you ever been defeated? If not? Then I will let you have a taste of the bitter defeat today!

Of course, this was just what he wanted to say. In reality, Li Yi bowed and said with a smile, "Mr. Yang, I want to ask, are you willing to add a prize to this battle?"

"The prize? What does Master Li mean?"

Li Yi turned to Shiyu and said with a smile, "Miss Shiyu, both Li and Master Yang were asked to come here to solve the puzzle, so if either of us succeeds, we will bring our friends to the Moon Palace together. Will you agree to this?"

Shiyu thought about it. Although it was against the rules, she couldn't say no in the current situation. She nodded and smiled, "Of course."

Li Yi winked at Dugu Yu and Nangong Qi in the audience, and the two gave Li Yi a thumbs up. Then Li Yi looked at Yang Hua and said, "As for the prize, I think it would be better if the loser paid for the winner's spending today, how about that?"

Yang Hua didn't think he would lose, but his financial resources were not enough to support such a bet. He subconsciously looked at Yuwen Zhong and Yuwen Xiu. Yuwen Zhong gave him an expression that said, "Don't worry, I'll take care of everything."

So Yang Hua said proudly: "Then Yang, thank you very much, Brother Li, for spending money." Li Yi did not argue any more, looked at Shiyu and smiled: "Please ask the question, Miss Shiyu."

Shiyu at the side said with a smile: "Then I will give you a topic. I have written a poem before called "Falling Flowers". In the cold winter, flowers begin to bloom, waiting for the clouds to clear and the sun and moon to shine. No golden crows are seen flying, and the rain hitting the falling flowers is the most ruthless. Please use this poem as the topic and write a poem on the spot."

At this time, the audience was talking about it. Everyone knew that this poem was a masterpiece written by Miss Shiyu. With the title of a masterpiece, the worst you can do is to write a masterpiece! This question is really difficult to solve. How can you write a masterpiece? There are so many literati and poets in the world who write poems, but only a few of them can be passed down! Shiyu looked at the two of them proudly.

Li Yi and Yang Hua looked at each other and laughed at the same time. Shi Yu was surprised and asked, "Could it be that the two gentlemen already have a draft of the poem?"

Li Yi bowed to Yang Hua and said, "Please come first, Mr. Yang. You are the most talented person in the capital. I am willing to help you."

Yang Hua smiled and said, "Well, since Mr. Li is so modest, then I will appreciate it! Please listen, everyone."

Yang Hua faced the audience, concentrated his mind and energy, and recited aloud:

"After ten years of sinking and drifting in the wind, I finally managed to bud and climb to the top of the tree.

The sudden rain mercilessly breaks the spring dawn, how many flowers have fallen in my dream? "

After the recitation, purple air gathered and swirled around Yang Hua, and finally sank into his body. Everyone present exclaimed, this poem is really a poem that will be passed down through the ages! Shi Yu raised her hand to signal everyone to be quiet and looked at Li Yi.

Li Yi smiled and said, "Mr. Yang is very talented, very good. Then I, Li, will show off my ugliness!"

Then Li Yi also gathered all his talent and righteousness and recited aloud:

"The vast sorrow of parting is reflected in the white sunset glow, and when I point my whip to the east, the horizon is just around the corner.

Fallen petals are not heartless, they turn into spring mud to protect the flowers. "

After the recitation, purple air also gathered and lingered around him. Li Yi raised his hand and the purple air poured into his palm. At this time, the top hall of the Exiled Immortal Building was boiling. The two young men on the stage wrote a poem that was passed down through the ages in a short time. The talents of the two can be said to be absolutely rare in the world! Li Yi and Yang Hua smiled at each other and looked at Miss Shiyu together.

The latter was still immersed in the shock of the two masterpieces. Seeing the gazes of the two people, he came back to his senses, took a step forward, raised his hand again to signal everyone to be quiet, and then said: "As you can see, both gentlemen have written poems that have been passed down through the ages. Young Master Yang Hua's poem is the most ruthless continuation of the rain hitting the falling flowers, which shows this sadness more deeply. And Young Master Li's poem is the most ruthless explanation of the rain hitting the falling flowers. It is not ruthless, but to turn it into nutrients to take care of other flowers. The artistic conception is even more profound. So in my opinion, this poem title is Li..."

Before Shiyu could finish her words, Li Yi interrupted her and said, "Miss Shiyu, since both poems are handed down from generation to generation, even if there is no winner, let me compete with Master Yang again!"

Everyone heard Shiyu say the word "Li", but they were even happier when they heard Li Yi say that they wanted to compete again, because their money was worth it! Everyone started to cheer and said, "Yes, yes, yes! Let's compete again! Let's compete again!"

Yang Hua did not feel that his poem lost, it was just that Shiyu personally preferred Li Yi's poem. Now that Li Yi was willing to compete again, he looked at Li Yi with great enthusiasm and said, "Great! Mr. Li is truly a great talent of the time. I, Yang, would not be willing to give up if there is no winner today. Let me invite Miss Shiyu to pose another question!" He stretched out his hand and made a gesture of invitation.