All-rounder Artist-Chapter 1068 - 971 Counting Romantic Figures_4
Chapter 1068: Chapter 971 Counting Romantic Figures_4
Chapter 1068 -971 Counting Romantic Figures_4
The First Pavilion had claimed the top spot, Bian Huan observed Sun Yaohuo approach with an expression full of teasing,
“Quality not enough, so you compensate with quantity?”
The literati burst into laughter, and so did the live stream audience.
Sun Yaohuo ignored everyone and simply seated himself at the edge of the pavilion.
The camera focused on him.
Everyone stared at him.
Adjusting the microphone by his mouth, Sun Yaohuo’s voice, suddenly rang out,
“The splendid zither has unjustly fifty strings; each string, each bridge, recalling youthful years. Zhuang Zhou dreams at dawn, confused with butterflies; the Emperor’s spring heart entrusted to the cuckoo. The seas’ moon shines bright, pearls hold tears; Lan Tian’s day warms, and jade emits smoke. Such feelings await memorial; yet in that moment… AI! LOST!”
Li Shangyin takes the stage!
Without any preparation!
Lacking the embellishment of a recitalist!
Sun Yaohuo’s voice was only filled with anger and hoarseness!
Especially the last three words, Sun Yaohuo almost seemed to be biting his teeth, pausing at each word!
However, this anger and hoarseness, this pausing at each word, immediately intimidated the literati of The First Pavilion once he opened his mouth.
His voice seemed to echo!
Everyone felt the profound mood and brilliance of this poem, subconsciously savoring the words!
In an instant.
The literati at The First Pavilion all widened their eyes, their pupils contracting!
At the same time.
The literati at the other pavilions were gaping!
At the judges’ table.
Seven judges were stunned like wooden chickens!
While the eighth judge, He Qinghuan, showed no surprise, but his facial wrinkles twisted together crazily, resembling both a smile and an anger, clutching his hands fiercely!
Back in the live stream.
The audience was filled with astonishment and shock; it was a perfect poem that even ordinary people could instantly grasp the mood!
At the center of the venue.
Ms. Huang’s expression was filled with surprise!
Did he really write it?
Xian Yu really wrote it?
A love topic, this is a perfect love poem, leagues beyond Bian Huan!
Like the difference between candlelight and bright moon!
The Seventh Pavilion.
Shu Ziwen, in a trance, began to speak, “It’s just the advantage of choosing a free topic…”
His words did not finish.
Sun Yaohuo’s voice rang out again!
He had already set aside the first draft, and now he recited the second draft:
“Wordlessly I ascended the west tower, the moon like a hook. Lonely phoenix trees lock the deep courtyard in autumn. In cut, yet unsevered; sorted, yet in disarray—are the sorrows of separation. Other feelings differ in as many ways as possible.”
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Joy of meeting!
This time it was not a poem.
Like Bian Huan, he wrote a lyric!
Sun Yaohuo’s voice was calmer than before.
Yet his voice was still powerful, even though this poem did not require loud recitation…
The second one!
Suddenly.
Goosebumps crawled over the literati!
Shu Ziwen forcefully swallowed the rest of his words!
Several judges started to feel restless, squirming in their seats as if the chairs were stinging them?
He Qinghuan stood there, watching the judges.
He wanted to know how long they dared to sit!
He won’t sit!
Because he dares not!
Because he feels unworthy!
This was why he never wanted to sit since returning from Xian Yu!
Back in the live stream.
The barrage had quietly calmed down at some unknown time.
Ms. Huang stopped looking at Sun Yaohuo and suddenly turned her head, looking toward Lin Yuan who was completely composed!
Could it be…
A terrible guess suddenly surged in Ms. Huang’s heart!
“One Cut Plum!”
Sun Yaohuo almost without pausing opened his mouth for the third time:
“Red lotus fragrance fades on the autumn jade bed. Lightly untying her silk dress, alone she ascends the orchid boat. From the clouds, who sends the brocaded letter? When the goose letter returns, when the moon fills the west chamber. Flowers drift apart, waters flow freely. One kind of love, two places idle sorrow. This love, no strategy dispels, just below the eyebrows, yet above the heart.”
Are you not dead yet, you!
In his heart seemed to roar a fierce beast: “Magpies Stepping on Branches!”
As the literati were already stunned, Sun Yaohuo spoke for the fourth time:
“Sills bloom with sad smoke, the orchid weeps in dew. Light curtain cold, swallows fly paired away. The bright moon knows not of parting sorrow. Slanted light reaches dawn passing through a red door. Last night’s west wind withered green trees. Alone atop the tall building, overlooking the ends of the world. Wishing to send colorful letters and a foot of silk. The mountains long, waters vast, who knows where.”
Shush.
Some started to raise their hands, seemingly wanting to cover their heads!
Sun Yaohuo looked at the camera, this time didn’t even announce the topic and directly spoke: “Delicate clouds create cunning shapes, flying stars pass love, the silver river stretches dimly across. The golden wind and dew meet once, surpassing countless events in the human world. Tender feelings like water, good times like dreams, hard to look back to the bridge path. If the feelings last for long, how could they exist in morning and evening!”
Love poems!
Love poems!
Still love poems!
“East wind unfurls flowers across thousands of trees, more blowing down, stars like rain. Precious horses and carved carts filled with fragrance. Phoenix flute moves, jade pot turns into light, one night the Dragon Fish Dance. Moths to snowy willows, golden threads, laughter full of hidden fragrances. Among a crowd, searching him thousands of times. Suddenly turning back, that person is there, in the dim light of the lamp!”
Not dead yet!?
Sun Yaohuo looked towards Lin Yuan’s direction: “I wish to be known to you, to live forever without fading. If the mountains flatten, river waters dry up, winter thunder roars, summer snow falls, heaven and earth unite, only then dare I part with you!”
“Six…”
Someone incredulously started speaking but couldn’t complete their words, as if completely losing their voice, this was already Xian Yu’s sixth love poem!
Each one!
Capable of shattering the past and present!
But does shouting “six” do any good?
Sun Yaohuo’s gaze seemed to penetrate the camera, looking at all the live stream audience:
“Green willows fresh, river water calm, hear the gentleman’s singing on the river. East sun rises, west rain descends, they say there’s no sunshine yet there is sunshine.”
The seventh one!
Liu Yuxi went on a campaign!
Zhang Jiuling too, gazing at the moon, pining for the ancient!
