"Thanks to all of you, I came to Changchunfang today to participate in the annual poetry competition."
"The third prince is busy with many things this year, so he has no choice but to ask me to come and host the poetry meeting."
“Today’s poetry meeting is mainly about exchange and entertainment. I hope that all talents and beauties can speak enthusiastically and share their masterpieces!”
Hearing the name of the third prince Song Liang, the literati around Bai Sinian became even more excited.
"Young Master Bai is now in front of His Highness the Third Prince, and he is a hot red man!"
"If there is an opportunity in the future, I hope Mr. Bai can introduce me to you in front of His Highness the Third Highness!"
"With Mr. Bai personally presiding over it, today's poetry meeting will definitely be a great success!"
Listening to the flattering compliments from everyone, Bai Sinian was obviously very pleased.
Song Huan sat in the stands and had a panoramic view of the scene below, feeling amused in his heart.
What a high-sounding poetry gathering was nothing more than a means used by Song Liang to form cliques for personal gain.
Emperor Liang was most disgusted with the princes secretly making friends with ministers or recruiting a wide range of followers.
But if a poetry meeting is held under the banner of literary exchange, then it cannot be regarded as forming a party for personal gain.
I have to say that Song Liang's head is spinning really fast!
Song Huan's mood was waning. Facing the delicious food on the table, he just wanted to eat it quickly.
After eating, go back to the palace to sleep, and quickly stay away from this too boring poetry party.
Cheng Susu had been looking around with interest, and was a little surprised to see Song Huan only burying his head in eating.
"Today's poetry gathering, why don't you come and show off?"
"Me?" Song Huan pointed to his nose, "This is just the third child's way of winning over people's hearts. Why should I join in the fun!"
Cheng Susu curled her lips silently.
It was clear that a few days ago in Kunning Palace, the fourth prince wrote a masterpiece that shocked the world, such as "After my flowers bloom, a hundred flowers will kill them."
Why was it that at today's serious poetry competition, he just immersed himself in eating and failed to show the slightest interest?
You know, this annual poetry competition is very important to the entire capital of literati.
Is it true, as they rumored, that the content of the poem written by the fourth prince that day was indeed cheating? …
The theme of this year's poetry competition is very simple, with only two words -
frontier fortress.
After all, Song Liang had always been attached to the second prince Song De, and Song De's uncle, the general Xu Rong, had just won a great victory at the frontier.
It is reasonable to ask such a question.
After Bai Sinian announced the title, it didn't take long for someone to come forward and share their masterpiece.
However, most of them were of mediocre quality and did not make much of a splash.
"Mr. Bai, we also want to hear your masterpiece!"
"Yes, Mr. Bai! To tell you the truth, we are here today just to appreciate your works!"
"Yes! Let's open our eyes too!"
Bai Sinian obviously appreciated these people's pursuit and immediately cleared his throat.
"To be honest with you, I have indeed drafted a poem."
"It's embarrassing!"
"The peaks are so high that I feel the sky is low, and the green is lingering in the sky."
"The trees are lined with trees and the cliffs are like deer and firewood, and the flowers are covered with brocade and are dotted with frost."
"As time goes by, I almost forget about Dragon Seal, but I also teach Chi Ma Hoi about the good things."
"Since ancient times, many poets have not arrived, leaving only their own faces to wait for someone to write about."
As soon as Bai Sinian finished speaking, a huge burst of cheers erupted in Changchunfang.
"Wonderful! Wonderful!"
"As expected of Mr. Bai Sinian! The most talented man in the capital! As soon as he opened his mouth, he stunned the whole audience!"
"Everyone present today, in front of Mr. Bai Sinian, is just a second-rate person! Not worth mentioning!"
Even Cheng Susu couldn't help but look forward to it after listening to Bai Sinian's poems.
"When will I be able to write a poem as beautiful as Bai Sinian's?"
Song Huan glanced at Cheng Susu and saw the tigress' nymphomaniac look, and couldn't help but express disdain.
"It's just an accumulation of rhetoric, nothing new."
"Who said that!" Cheng Susu's eyes were filled with stars, "Most people admire Bai Sinian because of his handsome appearance."
"But in my eyes, this talent is much more interesting than the boring skin!"
"Humph, you won't understand even if I tell you."
Song Huan shook his head speechlessly.
Although it was obvious that the tigress didn't really have any admiration for Bai Sinian, she just admired his talent.
But to be fair, the poem he wrote is really not that good!
Just as everyone gathered around Bai Sinian, a weak but firm voice suddenly came from the corner.
"I have also composed a frontier poem. I wonder if I can share it with you?"
The man said this several times in a row, and everyone turned their heads in surprise.
I saw that the person speaking was about twenty-five years old, with a thin build, and was wearing a washed-white cyan gown.
Compared with all the glamorous wealthy young men in Changchunfang, this person really seems a little out of place.
Bai Sinian frowned slightly: "Who is this..."
Seeing this, the waiter in Changchunfang hurriedly stepped forward: "I'm sorry, Mr. Bai!"
"The beggar who ran in from nowhere dares to disturb your enjoyment!"
"Kick him out now..."
Although the man at the door was dressed in rags, he always had his back straight and his eyes shining brightly. He was not the beggar that the waiter said he was.
"My name is Ma Shaoxing, and I'm here to participate in the poetry competition!"
"Is it true that only powerful people are allowed to participate in the Poetry Competition, and a person from a humble background like me is not allowed to participate?"
Bai Sinian looked a little embarrassed, but he didn't expect that this man was actually a tough guy.
However, in front of so many people, Bai Sinian couldn't keep insisting on driving them away, so he could only smile stiffly.
"Of course not. Since Mr. Ma has also written a poem, why not share it with everyone!"
Ma Shaoxing received permission and began to read aloud.
"The white horse is decorated with golden fetters, galloping northwest. May I ask whose son you are? You are a knight-errant."
When I was young, I went to the countryside and raised my voice in the desert. In the past, there was a good bow, but the arrows were uneven.
The one who controls the string and breaks the left side will destroy the moon branch with his right hair. He raises his hand to catch the flying scorpion and bends down to scatter the horse's hooves.
He is as cunning as a monkey and as brave as a leopard. There are many policemen in the border towns, and many captives and cavalry are migrating.
Yu Xi came from the north and rode up the high embankment. He drove the Xiongnu for a long time, and looked at Xianbei from the left.
Abandoning one's body at the edge of the edge, can one's life be safe? If parents don't care, how can they talk about children and wives?
No one should compose a book about ambitions, and do not care about personal interests. Sacrificing one's life to go to the country's disaster, seeing death as a sudden return home. "
