Yinhou of the Three Kingdoms

"Hahaha... How is it? How are you all?" Yuan Yin asked loudly with joy on his face.

Uh!

Everyone was stunned!

This is like a dystocia that kills a pig, but is it a shame to write poetry?

"..."

The Anxiang Building was silent for a moment, and everyone looked at each other, wondering if I should come out and write a poem, so that this dude would not want Xiaoqiao Jingxiang's literary talent.

"What? Since you are all shocked by my master's masterpiece, then this girl Feifei is going to have a good time with me!"

Yuan Yin's face was cracked with pride, and his eyes stared at everyone fiercely. He wanted to see who would dare to come out and compare himself!

snort!

No one compares, I am the first.

……

Ning Rong curled his lips secretly, this guy is really a weirdo, it's nothing more than bullying others, but he has the nerve to present such a clumsy work as a treasure?

laugh!

boring!

Although the sentence put together by this guy has a somewhat sad meaning, but... the artistic conception is not worthy of the sound of the piano.

"Come..." Ning Rong hooked his fingers and whispered to a guard for a while.

"Do you remember?" Ning Rong looked at the other party who kept muttering, and asked softly.

"Well! Remember it!"

"Okay! Let's go!" Ning Rong patted the other party's shoulder, indicating that he could go forward.

Zhou Cang glanced at Ning Rong curiously, "Master, what do you want Yu Bing to do?"

"I'm writing poetry..." Ning Rong hugged her hands, looking like she was watching a good show.

"Compose poems? That kid can write shitty poems. He's skinny, except for his better memory..." Zhou Cang suddenly raised his voice, startled by Ning Rong's decision, and everyone turned away when they saw it. I quickly lowered my voice again.

But... at this time, anyone with a discerning eye will understand what this man in strong clothes and with a sword on his waist stands up for.

"Why... the master didn't dare to come out, and pushed you out as a scapegoat?" Yuan Yin cast a disdainful glance at Ning Rong.

"Hmph! Just you? You're not worthy to compete with my young master!" Yu Bing snorted with a flat face.

you!

Yuan Yin's face suddenly changed, and he pointed to Yu Bing to teach this lowly servant a lesson.

but……

Don't wait for him to make a move!

Over there, Yu Bing recited a line of poetry word by word.

"When will the moon be there, ask Qingtian about the wine..."

In a word, everyone present was stunned for an instant, staring at Yu Bing blankly.

Bright moon, drink wine, blue sky!

The quiet and profound artistic conception was instantly exaggerated to the nine heavens by a single sentence.

Chapter 297 A Familiar Stranger

good words!

What a poem!

Everyone looked at each other, staring at the figure expectantly.

Yu Bing was unmoved, he just completed the task assigned to him by the young master.

Ignoring everyone's surprised and varied expressions, Yu Bing opened his mouth without stopping and released a song called "Shui Tiao" ahead of time.

When will the bright moon come, ask the wine to the sky.

I don’t know what the palace is, but what year is it.

I want to return by wind, and I fear Qionglou Yuyu, the heights are too cold.

Dancing clear shadow, like in the world?

Turn Zhuge, low tenants, and sleepless.

There should be no hatred, why is it going to other times?

People have sorrows and sorrows and joys, and moons have yin and qing, which is difficult to complete.

Nung, moon and new moon.

……

After one song, everyone is still immersed in it and cannot extricate themselves!

Ning Rong looked at the expressions of the crowd and laughed secretly. This is a masterpiece of Mingyueye from later generations. It is about the poet's frustration in the officialdom and the loneliness that coincides with the Mid-Autumn Festival. An independent state of mind.

but!

At this time, Ning Rong reported here in advance. Although it is not the Mid-Autumn Festival at this time, if you remove the identity of the poet and just read this poem, it is not difficult to see the helplessness of joys and sorrows, and finally the longing for the future of life.

"The bright moon is in the sky, the relatives are thousands of miles away, and the loneliness is far away. Although it is not a story or a scene, it deeply infiltrates the meaning of nostalgia and sorrow in this cloudy and sunny period!

wonderful!Wonderful!Everyone in the world has heard that Ning Rong, the eccentric talent under Mr. Cao's tent, has a bag of tricks, calculates everything, and is unrivaled in the world, but he didn't expect that this poem is also at the forefront of today's people! "

Mr. Yan stood up suddenly, closed his eyes and savored it carefully. After a long time, a pair of deep eyes suddenly fixed on Ning Rong.

Pfft!

Ning Rong Muran was startled, as if he heard the sound of his own heart beating extremely fast, the hands under the sleeves tightly squeezed his palms, trying to calm himself down, so as not to show his flaws.

"Mr. Yan's meaning...does it mean that I am Ning Rong?" Ning Rong asked with a puzzled expression.

"..." Yan Xiang stared at him silently.