Winter snow fell all over the stone steps outside the palace, accompanied by the howling cold wind.
The hall was filled with heat.
The guests murmured enthusiastically, and their fiery eyes stared at Grand Tutor Yan Lingyu.
King Yin asked Mr. Yan to evaluate some of Fang Cai's poems, and they couldn't wait to hear Mr. Yan's evaluation.
For them, the poems written by King Yin one after another were simply too amazing, too shocking, and they were full of unparalleled talent.
But they can only marvel in their hearts, they can only reminisce about this talent in their hearts, and they dare not show it too much.
There is no other reason. Almost all of the people here are courtiers and royal family members from the prince's lineage. Who dares to directly express his truest thoughts?
In today's situation, whoever dares to tell the truth will suffer.
But Tutor Yan Lingyu was different.
Yan Lingyu has actually retired and returned to his hometown now. Even if the evaluation is biased in favor of King Yin, can the prince still hold grudges and settle accounts with his wife?
What's more, Yan Lingyu also served as a wine sacrificer and was a master of poetry. His evaluation was often the most accurate.
So no matter what kind of evaluation Yan Lingyu makes in the end, the rest of them only need to follow the evaluation and adopt some words and deeds.
Yan Lingyu, who was sitting on the main seat, had deep eyes. How could he not understand the eager and expectant gazes of these guests?
Just seek advantages and avoid disadvantages.
But he, an old man who is about to die, cannot be afraid of his truest thoughts like these courtiers who seek advantages and avoid disadvantages.
At his age, how can he still worry about whether the prince will harm him?
These poems written by King Yin were so stunning that he, Yan Lingyu, had encountered them for the first time in so many years of life.
The talent displayed by King Yin in these poems may only be matched by poetry during the period when talent was at its peak thousands of years ago in the history of the Immortal Dynasty of the Great Zhou Dynasty.
King Yin asked him to evaluate it.
Can he criticize and find fault with his conscience and his literary character?
he can not.
Even if a layman doesn't understand the quality of poetry and ballads and can't tell what is good and what is bad, he can still feel it intuitively and truly in his heart.
Just like the poems written by King Yin today, everyone can tell that they are good poems.
So once Yan Lingyu denies it, once he criticizes and criticizes, it will be out of style, and he will be in trouble.
It's better to evaluate it truthfully.
Even if his evaluation is to make the final judgment and seal the coffin of this battle between the talents of King Yin and the Crown Prince, so what?
Talent in poetry is not about the court situation. If the prince loses, so be it.
So why not? King Yin is only slightly more talented than the prince, that's all.
Yan Lingyu's white beard and eyebrows trembled slightly, and he soon thought more clearly.
He smiled gently, still with a kind smile on his face:
"His Royal Highness King Yin has some humble opinions on these poems...
..."
Yan Lingyu began to comment on these poems, and the more he spoke, the more emotion in his tone became stronger.
What talent is shocking to the world, what is extraordinary, wild and unrestrained.
What you only see in one life will be feared in future generations.
The wind and snow were blowing outside, and Yan Lingyu inside the house was full of emotion, as if she could see the prosperous Zhou Dynasty in her dream.
The guests listened with some intoxication. Yan Lao's words were full of praise for King Yin's talent.
With Mr. Yan's comments in front of them, they no longer whispered, but started talking, each expressing their opinion on this poem.
Some people lamented that "Ten years of light in the night rain in the rivers and lakes" was such a beautiful and lonely artistic conception, as if a picture scroll was spread out in front of him.
Someone sang "The so-called beauty is on the other side of the water", which is such a graceful and delicate daughter's love.
Some people lamented that "the mirror in the high hall is sad and has white hair, and the morning is like blue silk and it turns into snow at dusk", and gradually became silent.
Some people have realized that "I will shed all the sorrows of the ages with you" and believe that even if the world is full of sorrows, we must have a bold heart.
Some people were shocked and said, "If I don't speak first when spring comes, no insect will dare to make a sound." They intuitively felt the domineering power of King Yin.
Some people are drunk and are murmuring under the influence of "thirty years of fame and dust, eight thousand miles of clouds and moon", their eyes blurred by alcohol.
