"Xiao Chen, today's event is even more unprecedented. You can use the Dengyuan Fireworks as the theme and write a few poems to ask the distinguished guests from Japan's friendly countries for advice!" Li Wanjiang's face was red and he was extremely happy when he saw Nishimura Zhicun and others. Everything was wilted, and my heart was even more happy.
Why don't you say anything? Everyone?
"Emperor, Mr. Xiao Chen, you don't dare to ask us for advice. He is really awesome. We are convinced! Just ask Mr. Xiao to compose a poem. We can just listen..." Nishimura Shicun simply said Don't dare to challenge anymore.
Today is embarrassing enough, but we can't let it go on any longer.
"Hahaha, Nishimura Zhicun is so humble. Xiao Chen, look at this person, and then look at you, you are so frivolous with such a little talent!" Although Li Wanjiang's words were meant to reprimand Xiao Chen, the big guy It always sounds like you are praising Xiao Chen?
"The emperor is sorry! What does my little literary talent really mean? To say that the greatest literary talent in the Great Zhou Dynasty is actually the emperor. The emperor has the world in mind, is wise and powerful, and does not like this kind of writing skills at all, otherwise As long as the emperor opens his mouth, the ministers and others will be like the broken stars and Xiaoyue, unable to compete with the emperor!" Xiao Chen said hurriedly.
The flattery is quite good, but what is the basis for it?
But I heard Xiao Chen say again, "I know that when the emperor was young, he occasionally liked to compose poems for fun. I once heard Zhu Xiaochuan, Lord Zhu, say that you wrote a poem one year when you were visiting the lantern market during the Lantern Festival. , Zhu Houye chanted to me, and I will always remember it in my heart."
Zhu Xiaochuan was stunned when he heard this. Is this happening? Damn it, why didn’t I know that?
When did I tell you? No!
It is true that the emperor is wise and powerful, but he rarely writes poems. It can be said that except for the one he gave to you when you went on an expedition last year, he has almost never written any poems.
To tell you the truth, he asked Jiangdong Wang Li Yiyi to make that song...
You kid, please don't talk nonsense. It doesn't matter if you talk nonsense. What's going on with you if you involve me?
However, Xiao Chen's emotions were already brewing, and he recited with an emotional look, "Last year on the Lantern Festival, the lights in the flower market were as bright as day, and the moon was above the willow branches, and people made appointments after dusk. On the Lantern Festival this year, the moon and the lights were still the same, but they were gone. Last year, the sleeves of spring shirts were wet with tears!"
Everyone was stunned when they heard it!
Oh my, what a wonderful poem, this is the eternal song.
It turns out that you, the emperor, are the one who hides your secrets. No wonder you are the emperor, versatile in both civil and military affairs, and omnipotent!
Nishimura Zhicun and others knelt down directly in front of Li Wanjiang. They were truly convinced this time.
Fortunately, we didn't make a fool of ourselves again. Let's take the poem "Emperor of the Zhou Dynasty". I'm afraid that all the talented people in Japan wouldn't be able to complete it in a hundred years!
Bagya Road is really great.
Xiao Chen is a real tiger, but your emperor pretends to be a pig and eats the tiger. Are you, the emperor and his ministers, having a pretty good time?
He just treated us all like idiots.
Li Wanjiang said no, was this poem written by me? Why don’t I remember? This is the first time I’ve heard of Ang...
come! Give me, Xiao Chen, Aiqing another cup of royal wine!
If not for anything else, it was because of his loyalty to me. If he hadn't been so loyal to me, how could he have kept in his heart a little poem that I casually recited back then?
It shows that he has me in his heart!
Of course I am also passionate. I fell in love with a beautiful woman back then. Unfortunately, if I want to be the emperor, I will not be able to live in seclusion in the mountains and forests with her and grow old together. This happened decades ago.
The poem that Xiao Chen gave to Prince Yimu just now made me feel the same way... In this world, I can live up to my country and my country, and I can live up to you!
"My dear, you also know that I don't like poetic techniques, but you publish my old works to the public. What's the reason? I was waiting for punishment, but I saw that you were drunk, so I just gave it up. You can write some more poems yourself!"
"My lord, I obey the order!"
"The imperial city is filled with moonlight and the narrow thoroughfares are filled with fragrant carriages and precious chariots. I am lucky enough to witness the prosperity of the country, and I am ashamed to chase the villagers Sai Zigu."
Xiao Chen was writing a poem according to the order, so the first poem had to be composed accordingly and could not be used at will.
"Come again!" Li Wanjiang said in his heart that this boy is really sensible, but his shortcoming is that he is too sensible, which makes me unable to kill him even if I want to!
"Fire trees and silver flowers are planted, star bridges are opened with golden locks, dark fragrances are blown away by the wind, the bright moon comes chasing people, all the players are thick with plums, all the songs are falling, Fengyang can't help but the night, jade leaks don't rush each other."
"Nine streets are lined with lamps and shadows, thousands of gates are filled with moonlight, treasures are riding out of the beautiful city, and fragrant carriages are found on the winding roads. It is so bright but I am worried about the dawn. I travel around without asking about my home, and when the Qingguan comes, plum blossoms fall everywhere."
Xiao Chen's second and third poems are still composed poems, and he also explained by the way that he just went to visit a brothel. That's just because our Fengyang City is full of scenery, with nine streets connected with lights, thousands of moonlights, and alluring treasures. Riding, fragrant carriages on the road, in such a prosperous world, there is no prohibition on this kind of pleasure of cleaning up the hair and falling plum blossoms...
"Come again." Li Wanjiang said in his heart, is your kid going to become a spirit?
"Thousands of light thunders and countless flowers, the flowing light scatters to the end of the world. The wind and dew can separate the dreams, and don't ask Dongjun to beg for his years."
"Qing'e has been weeping for a long time and is desolate. Suddenly she sees the clouds blooming with colorful light. It is suspected that the human world knows the cold and warm, and the light is transmitted from a distance to protect it from the frost."
"There is a tide of flowers in the clear sky and blue sea. It is easy to grow into spring and easy to sell. Don't ask how beautiful it can be. It is a pity that it blooms and fades in one day."
"I'm afraid the spring light is the best, and the sky is full of smoke and the red lotuses are dimmed. Who knows that after seeing all the prosperity, I will feel so sad in a dream."
Xiao Chen composed four quatrains in one breath, the first of which was exquisite!
Although the poem is desolate and full of helplessness and regret, life is not like that.
How brilliant the faceless fireworks are, but when the prosperity fades away, all that remains is a dream and sorrow!
The Lantern Festival ended happily that night, and Xiao Chen finally fell drunk under the frequent toasts from everyone.
This time, he was really drunk.
When I woke up early the next morning, I felt a dry mouth and a splitting headache. Damn it, the wine I drank in Yihongyuan must have been fake!
On the ground!
"Boss, what's wrong with you?" Fu Yan saw him coming out with a frown on his head, and quickly poured him a cup of hot tea.
"Headache! What kind of tea should I drink this morning? I'm starving to death. It's only right to get something to eat." Xiao Chen's stomach was so hungry that he growled.
"It's morning, it's already afternoon." Fu Yan said with a smile, "Boss, you Huang Liang Yimeng, you have had enough sleep."
"Don't tell me, I really had a big dream. I dreamed of composing poems at the Lantern Festival, and defeated them all, hahaha..." Xiao Chen couldn't stop laughing while smiling. came out, because the way Fu Yan looked at him seemed to be...
"Boss, were you really that drunk last night? You weren't dreaming, it was all real!" Fu Yan's eyes were full of anxiety now, "Did you forget that the emperor summoned you to the palace last night? Oh my God, you didn’t offend the emperor by being drunk at the Lantern Festival, did you?”
Damn it?
Xiao Chen was also shocked when he heard this.
It turns out that the dream I had last night was not a dream, but something that really happened?
