Su Xiaoyao forgot to pick up a pen to write for a moment. She looked at the melancholy man diagonally across from her in surprise, her heart trembling slightly.
This poem does not pursue the novelty and peculiarity of imagination, and also gives up the beauty of rhetoric. It is so fresh and simple, and it makes people have a long aftertaste after reading it.
The wording is exquisite and exquisite, and it vividly expresses the loneliness of wandering in a foreign country.
Is this really the frivolous man from before?
Is frivolity just a facade?
"Snapped."
A drop of thick ink from the tip of the pen fell on the rice paper, and it quickly smudged out. Only then did Su Xiaoyao come back to his senses and completely copy the poem.
After copying, she couldn't help but feel excited, like a spring breeze ruffling the calm lake surface.
"Good!" Wei Zhongxiao, Minister of Industry, shook his head, savored it carefully, and said a good word from the bottom of his heart.
Regardless of his position, he felt that right now, at this moment, His Highness Prince Yin was like the poetic confidant he longed for.
"Uh-huh." Su Yunyao took a sip of wine and sneered, without deliberately amplifying or lowering his voice:
“It’s just a piece of work, I’ve thought about it for so long, and it’s so complicated beforehand, it’s really pretentious.
One song must be the limit. Even if the next song is completed, it will definitely not be the work of a day or two. I am afraid I will never see this dinner..."
"After all, I still lost to His Highness the Crown Prince. I lost too much..."
Some of the guests agreed, and they were not afraid that King Yin would get angry. After all, the comments on poetry had nothing to do with political affairs. If King Yin got angry on this matter, it would only appear to be a lack of heart. They could also use this to ridicule King Yin for being angry.
"So many people wrote poems in advance, giving King Yin enough time. King Yin thought about it for so long before he composed a mediocre poem about homesickness. Alas..."
"The level of word choice shows that King Yin is lacking in rhetoric..."
"His talent and talent can be distinguished in the blink of an eye..."
"..."
snort! Zhao Wujiang snorted coldly in his heart, piling up rhetoric means he is educated and talented?
When he was at Blue Star, he read a novel called "Your Majesty, please respect yourself. I really don't want to replace the Queen!" ”, this author is a typical rhetorician, sometimes using inaccurate words, the article is complicated, and the content is like the passionate water of a lonely woman.
And the song "Quiet Night Thoughts" he is reciting now, even though it doesn't have any gorgeous words, the conciseness, quietness and simplicity of the words are much better than those poems that are packed with words.
The difference between cloud and mud!
OK OK! You like poems with gorgeous and artistic conception, right? Zhao Wujiang shouted in his heart.
Back away! I'm going to start showing off!
Instead of being unbearably lonely at night and showing off with his hands, the man began to show off his incredible talents.
Zhao Wujiang directly opened the lid of the wine bottle and took a swig of wine, looking proud and proud.
He looked around at the guests, his voice slightly hoarse with vicissitudes of life, as if he was filled with eternal sorrow.
He held the wine bottle and pointed at Su Xiaoyao who was looking diagonally across from him:
"I live in the North Sea and in the South Sea. I send wild geese to deliver letters to thank you.
A cup of wine with peach and plum spring breeze, and a light in the rainy night in the rivers and lakes for ten years. "
“The jianjia is green and the white dew is like frost.
The so-called beauty is on the water side.
If you follow it back, the road will be long and blocked.
Traveling back from it, Wan is in the middle of the water.
...
The jianjia is collected, and the white dew has not stopped.
The so-called beauty is in the river of water.
Go back from the road, resistance and right.
If you go back and swim from it, you will be swimming in the water. "
Zhao Wujiang finished reciting two poems in succession, and the guests present fell silent. They stared at Zhao Wujiang in a daze, their hearts overturned. They could not believe that these were poems written by King Yin, who used to be domineering, rebellious and rough as a reckless man.
The diction, artistic conception, and dialogue are all perfect.
When King Yin was reciting poems, all his talents seemed to burst out and surround him, making it difficult for people to take their eyes away after just one glance.
But this poem seems to have a hidden mystery...
No, it was simply clear that he was referring to Su Xiaoyao, one of the talented girls in Kyoto.
This King Yin was indeed lustful and had been coveting Su Xiaoyao for a long time.
