Rebirth of the Merchant Woman's Revenge

"Okay," Zhang Yuanming cleared his throat and asked, "Which river is the Yellow River mentioned in Xie Zhuangyuan's poem just now? Which sea does it flow into?"

"This..." Xie Cheng'an was suddenly speechless. He didn't expect that he would ask such a question.

"As we all know, most of the poems we write are inspired by our feelings, personal experiences, or what we think in our hearts. I wonder how did Xie Zhuangyuan come up with this poem? Could it be that just to make up place names and scenery?" Zhang Yuanming saw that Xie Cheng'an still had a smile on his face, but it was a little frozen at this moment, so he knew that he had hit the nail on the head, so he continued to ask.

Xie Cheng'an suddenly felt something was wrong and looked at Gu Qiongsi who was sitting next to him.

Gu Qiongsi also frowned at this time. She took out those famous quotes from her previous life and used them. Everyone just thought they were good, which made her relax her vigilance and forget that these allusions related to place names should not be used easily.

Before she and Xie Cheng'an could react, another person stood up and asked, "Yes, I felt the same way when I read Xie Zhuangyuan's poems. Many of the place names in them are completely unheard of, such as Wushan and Yanjing. Has anyone heard of them?"

After these two people reminded them, everyone started whispering to each other.

"Have you heard of it? There is a Huanghuai River in my hometown. You are not talking about that river, right? But it is not connected to the sea?" someone speculated.

"It's understandable to make up a name occasionally for the sake of rhyme, but it's rare to see all of them made up." An older man stroked his beard and said with a frown.

"If you write poetry randomly like this, the artistic conception will be very different."

Seeing that the direction of the discussion had strayed away from the poem itself, Gu Qiongsi was about to stand up to defend himself when another classmate of Xie Chengan, Wu Yi, also stood up.

He glanced at Xie Cheng'an, then bowed and said to Mr. Nanshan, "Sir, you know the rules of poetry best. Everyone has his or her own habits and style of poetry. Have you ever seen a person with several different styles at the same time?

Moreover, as far as I know, Xie Zhuangyuan's attainments in poetry three years ago could only be described as mediocre. How come he suddenly has so many styles? Some are free and easy, some are delicate, some are bold, and some are beautiful. "

After listening to their questions, Mr. Nanshan also felt that something seemed to be wrong, but he did not think that Xie Cheng'an was plagiarizing, because he had never heard of those poems before.

So he stood up and paused for a moment, as if he was considering how to ask his question. Then he walked to Xie Cheng'an and said with a smile, "Xie Zhuangyuan, your performance at the poetry meeting today was already very brilliant. I admire you very much. I wonder if Xie Zhuangyuan has any answers to the questions raised by the two young friends just now?"

Since Mr. Nanshan asked this question, Xie Chengan certainly could not remain silent any longer.

He cupped his hands and said to Mr. Nanshan, "I am grateful for your attention today. As for the questions raised by the two classmates just now, most people should have the same feeling when writing poems, combining the real and the imaginary. Some place names, even people's names, and even moods are like this. They don't have to be completely realistic."

"The reason why everyone thinks that there are too many fictitious place names in Xie's poems is because they read several of his poems at the same time. In fact, overall, the proportion of fictitious places in Xie's poems is not that large."

Xie Chengan's explanation was a bit far-fetched, but it was barely acceptable, and the discussion among the crowd subsided a little.

Wu Yi spoke again at this time, "Xie Zhuangyuan has not answered Wu's question yet."

Xie Chengan glared at Wu Yi and Zhang Yuanming imperceptibly. What happened to these two classmates today? Why did they suddenly attack him?

Although I know that the two of them have always been jealous of me for getting the top score, we usually get along pretty well. Why are they calling me "Thank you, top scorer" all the time today, as if they are not familiar with me? Are they trying to completely break off relations with me?

Although he couldn't figure it out, he still sighed and continued to explain, "Brother Wu Yi, the problem you mentioned is also very normal. When people experience different things, their state of mind will naturally change a lot, and when dealing with different matters, they will also have different attitudes. I think this Xie doesn't need to explain too much. Those who understand will understand."

Everyone was quiet for a moment, thinking that Xie Cheng'an was originally the top scholar and should have been full of pride and ambition, but he was instead promoted to a seventh-rank official. It was understandable that his mood fluctuated greatly, and it was also possible that the verses he wrote were very different before and after.

However, Wu Yi did not intend to let Xie Cheng'an go. He continued to ask, "Although the poems written by Xie Zhuangyuan sound catchy and popular, the rhythm of several of them does not conform to the rules of our Great Chu State. I wonder which rules Xie Zhuangyuan used?"

"Don't tell me, you created all these rules yourself, then you are even more powerful than those amazing scholars."

Wu Yi's words were undoubtedly like a small stone thrown into the lake, causing ripples to spread rapidly. Several guests even took out the booklet containing all of Xie Cheng'an's poems from their arms and began to study it with the people around them.

"Yes, yes, as Brother Wu mentioned, it is true. I didn't expect that although this poem reads well, it also does not conform to the rules. Strictly speaking, it is an unqualified poem." Someone said, pointing to one of his favorite poems.

Another person also shook his head. "This really doesn't make sense. I also noticed this problem when I first saw it, but I didn't take it to heart. I thought it was understandable that it didn't rhyme occasionally. Now I look at it again, and I find that many of them don't conform to the rules."

The older guest had already noticed something was wrong. He closed the booklet, put it on the table in front of him, and said, "It seems that these poems of Xie Zhuangyuan were not written by one person, and those people were not from our Great Chu State."

Although Xie Cheng'an felt guilty that those poems were not entirely written by him, he naturally would not think that those beautiful poems were written by others. They were clearly written by Si'er one by one.

However, I also mentioned this question at the time. There are indeed a few poems that do not conform to the rules, but Sier explained, "Rules are dead, and poems are alive. As long as the artistic conception is good, the intention is good, and it is popular, those rules are not important."