"Come on!"
Following Zhao Ding's order, Zhang San, who had already noticed that Sun Lan was a little unhappy, jumped out immediately, stood up from his seat, and took the pen, ink, paper and inkstone from the hand of Beiliang's chamberlain in a carefree manner.
Then he took a mouthful of saliva and lay down on the ground. He didn't forget to say something back to Zhao Ding: "Your Majesty, I'm ready."
Get ready!
Zhao Ding rolled his eyes.
Looking at Zhang San with his butt sticking out and facing Xiao Daocheng, he rolled his eyes speechlessly.
What kind of occasion is this?
Can this be done?
But Zhao Ding was too lazy to care.
Love drops as it goes.
He doesn't even bother to give face to me, let alone Xiao Daocheng, the prospective father-in-law who hasn't even figured out his horoscope yet. I don't care about you!
And looking at the appearance of Zhao Ding and Zhang San, the master and servant.
All the Northern Liang ministers present were also a little confused.
OK?
There is no need to let someone else do it for you when you write a word!
And your sitting...lying posture is indeed a bit inelegant...
Even Kong Qiuyue's delicate brows were knitted together, and she really couldn't figure out what Zhao Ding was doing.
Only Xiao Yunu couldn't help but cover her mouth and laugh.
Some people just think their handwriting is ugly and want to find someone to write for them...
But he didn't say anything after seeing through it. Xiao Yunu still suppressed his laughter and sat behind Xiao Daocheng.
On the main seat, Xiao Daocheng rolled his eyes at Zhao Ding angrily, and shouted to the left and right: "Come here, give Prince Yan, the attendant, a seat, give him a seat!"
"Oh, no, I'm just...I feel comfortable lying down like this."
Zhang San subconsciously wanted to say that when he was in Youzhou, he had always ghostwritten for his prince in this way, but when he wanted to say it, he felt a cold murderous intention coming over him. Zhang San shrank his head subconsciously and hurriedly He bowed respectfully to Xiao Daocheng who was on the throne.
Then, under the waiters of Beiliang, he lay down on the table upright.
"Mysterious!"
Sun Lan snorted disdainfully.
Huangfu Xing wanted to sleep, but he felt the slap on his face from Zhao Ding, which was still burning. After thinking about it, he finally suppressed his sleepiness and looked at Zhao Ding with half-closed eyes.
However, Zhao Ding was too lazy to take care of this. He just copied poems.
It’s not like I don’t know how to do it?
Cleared his throat.
Looking outside Baohe Hall, he deliberately put on a deep look on his face and said loudly:,
"Now there is a beautiful lady named Gongsun, who moves all directions with her sword dance!
The viewer is as depressed as the mountains, and the heaven and earth are depressed for a long time. "
This is Du Fu's "Watching Lady Gongsun's Disciples Dance with Swords"
Since there is Aunt Gongsun in both worlds.
Then he could only reluctantly collect the wool once.
Listening to Zhao Ding's opening, everyone present frowned slightly at first, but then stopped, and their expressions changed slightly.
This is a freehand poem. It describes the scene of Lady Gongsun dancing with her sword just now. It can be said that the depiction is extremely vivid, but it does not lack literary grace.
If we say that what Huangfu Xing did just now was more like seeing Lady Gongsun dancing with a sword, she felt a sense of chivalry in her heart.
So the poem that Zhao Ding wrote at this moment is a pure description of the scene when Lady Gongsun danced the sword just now, and it is described from the perspective of the viewer, so it can be said that each has its own merits.
"This poem..."
Even Huangfu Xing couldn't help but open his eyes slightly, looking at Zhao Ding with a little interest for the first time.
It seems interesting.
"snort."
Sun Lan snorted lightly, glanced at Zhao Ding with dark eyes, and continued to drink the drink in front of him, obviously still not taking Zhao Ding seriously.
Zhao Ding didn't care and continued to read:
"Huo Ruyi shoots at the nine sunsets, as powerful as a dragon flying among all the emperors.
Come like thunder to collect the thunder's fury, and end like the clear light of the river and sea! "
At this point, Zhao Ding's voice suddenly became high-pitched.
In the eyes of everyone present, following Zhao Ding's high-pitched voice, their thoughts seemed to be drawn to the scene when Madam Gongsun was dancing with her sword just now. The figure was as graceful as a startling giant, as moving as a cunning rabbit, and while the long sword was flying, It's as smart as the spiritual language of the Nine Heavens.
Amid the flying white sword light, there was an extremely terrifying and chilling aura.
Gradually, the thoughts of everyone present were brought in in unison.
Even Aunt Gongsun herself is like this.
Zhao Ding's voice was still high-pitched, and he walked as if he were taking a leisurely stroll. He changed his tone and continued:
"The crimson lips and beaded sleeves are unparalleled, and there are disciples who spread the fragrance."
"The beauty of Northern Liang is in Luoyang, and she dances wonderfully to this song."
The questions and answers with Yu are both interesting and sad.
The current emperor has eight thousand maids, and Gongsun is the best swordsman in the early days.
Fifty years seem to have turned around, and the dust has shaken the royal family.
The disciples in the Liyuan were scattered like smoke, and the remaining figures of the female musicians reflected the cold sun.
The wood in front of the pile of golden millet has been arched, and the grass in Qutang's stone city is desolate.
The Dai Feast is in a hurry and the songs come to an end, and the moon comes out in the east with great joy and sorrow.
I don't know where I'm going, and I'm worried about my illness. "
After the poem was completed, Zhao Ding looked up and looked at the people in the hall, smiled slightly and said, "What do you think of this poem?"
However, there was silence in Baohe Hall.
Everyone was shocked and speechless by Zhao Ding's poem.
Even Huangfu Xing had forgotten to drink at this moment. When he came back to his senses, he laughed immediately: "Good poem, good poem!
Just based on this poem, it will make a lot of sense! "
Huangfu Xing's drunkenness had completely dissipated, his face was glowing red, and he made no secret of his admiration for the poem. However, as soon as he picked up the wine, he fell behind with a plop before taking two sips.
Too much to drink.
A long and lingering low groan sounded.
Everyone smiled bitterly.
This Huangfu trip is really Huangfu trip!
But everyone present looked at Zhao Ding with strange eyes.
There are a total of thirteen lines of poems, all written in one go. The difficulty is simply higher than that of Xia Ke Xing.
It not only vividly describes the state of Gongsun's sword dance, but also brings infinite emotion, majestic and long aftertaste.
Daqian is really out of his element!
None of the people present are Bai Ding. To be able to hold this position, in addition to the necessary family background, it is also necessary to read poetry.
Under such circumstances, why can't people tell the quality of a poem?
Moreover, this poem is also composed of seven verses, and its creation is more difficult than Huangfu Xing's Xia Ke Xing. It is also more sophisticated and more powerful.
But in terms of the height of the poems, they may not be the same. They are also famous works handed down from generation to generation.
But when it comes to fitting the scene.
Undoubtedly, the poem written by Zhao Ding is more appropriate!
After Xiao Daocheng's death, Kong Qiuyue's eyes were full of brilliance, and her beautiful eyes were filled with inexplicable colors: "He actually has such a poetic talent?"
Zhao Ding not only invented a chess game that was different from Go and easier to play, but also played pipa songs such as "Ambush from Flying Daggers" that have been handed down from generation to generation.
Now he has written a masterpiece that is no less talented than Huangfu Xing.
She really couldn't see what was hidden under this elegant and bohemian appearance.
It's no wonder that Zhao Ding was not afraid when Sun Lan provoked him before. It turned out that everything was already planned.
"Sister Kong, how about the poem that Zhao Ding just made?"
Xiao Yunu looked at Kong Qiuyue eagerly, holding Kong Qiuyue's arm and shaking it, her charming face full of anxiety.
It is true that there is no Baiding in Baohe Hall, but it can be considered that there is Baiding.
Although she had learned some piano, chess, calligraphy and painting since she was a child under the pressure of Xiao Daocheng, commenting on the quality of two poems that are equally worthy of being handed down from generation to generation obviously touches on her intellectual blind spots...
Kong Qiuyue smiled gently and said, "What do you think of Zhao Ding's poem?"
Xiao Yunu touched his chin and said, "I think compared to Huangfu Xing's song, Zhao Ding's song is obviously more in line with Mr. Gongsun's dance just now, and it is not inferior at all in terms of artistic conception."
Kong Qiuyue scraped Xiao Yunu's little nose lovingly and said with a smile, "That's right."
"Really!"
Xiao Yunu was immediately overjoyed and grabbed Kong Qiuyue's arm with a look of surprise.
"Of course it's true."
Kong Qiuyue glanced at Xiao Yunu noncommittally, then stretched out her hand and said "shhh".
After speaking, he pursed his lips again and motioned Xiao Yunu to look forward.
On the main seat, Xiao Daocheng looked at Zhao Ding with a delighted expression. His eyes became softer and softer, and he said with a smile: "This poem is so good that even I can't judge it. Mr. Gongsun, what do you think of these two poems by Zhao Ding and Huangfu Xing?" ..Hey, why is Mr. Gongsun crying?"
Xiao Daocheng looked at Aunt Gongsun in surprise.
After listening to Xiao Daocheng's words, everyone looked around and saw that under the main hall, Aunt Gongsun had burst into tears at some point.
After hearing Xiao Daocheng's words, she took a deep look at Zhao Ding, then looked at Xiao Daocheng who was in charge, bowed and said: "Reporting to your majesty, the civilian daughter is just touched by the situation.
You all also know that the daughter of the people is a person from Da Li. She has practiced sword dancing since she was a child. Later, because the king was stupid, she suffered from the war. The pear orchard was scattered, the country was ruined and the family was destroyed. It took twenty years...
I didn’t expect that Prince Yan also knew about this..."
Aunt Gongsun looked at Zhao Ding, her amber eyes filled with complex colors.
Although Zhao Ding didn't say anything, he just smiled faintly.
But deep down there is something...
Could this also be a coincidence?
He just copied Du Fu's poems. Du Fu was already in his later years when he wrote this poem, and the situation and mood were very different from now, so he made some slight changes.
Unexpectedly, they happened to meet each other.
Thanks to the author for the timely patch...
I admire you!
"I see."
Xiao Daocheng suddenly understood, nodded, and then looked at Aunt Gongsun and asked: "Which one of these two poems does Mr. Gongsun think is better?"
And listening to Xiao Daocheng's words.
Sun Lan, who had been sitting aside and pretending to be nothing, could not help but straighten his body slightly and turn his ears slightly.
Huangfu Xing squinted slightly, then closed his eyes and continued to sleep soundly.
Aunt Gongsun frowned slightly, and after a slight hesitation, she cleared her throat and looked at Zhao Ding.
And then Aunt Gongsun opened her mouth.
In an instant, everyone in the entire Baohe Hall could not help but turn their heads slightly.
Sun Lan's hands hidden in his sleeves couldn't help but sweat.
Then I heard Aunt Gongsun's clear and graceful voice: "The two poems written by Mr. Huangfu and Prince Yan are naturally excellent and can be passed down to the world."
Listening to Aunt Gongsun's words, Sun Lan let out a long sigh of relief, but the next moment, his eyes suddenly became nervous.
Aunt Gongsun continued: "But I think that since Mr. Huangfu and Prince Yan both said that this poem was written for me, I think that the poem written by Prince Yan is better and more in line with my mind." .
If I could only choose one poem among the two, I would rather choose the poem written by His Highness King Yan! "
As soon as these words came out, everyone present nodded slightly.
Huangfu Xing's "Xia Ke Xing" focuses on expressing the state of mind he realized from Gongsun Da Niang's sword dance.
It's all good, but it's not describing the sword dance, it's more about expressing the chivalrous feelings in his heart, but it's a bit unsuitable for today's theme.
But Zhao Ding is completely different. The whole poem is powerful with a hint of sadness. The beginning is majestic, but the ending is thought-provoking.
Although each has its own merits, they can only be discussed based on the topic.
Naturally, this song written by Zhao Ding is more suitable!
"I think the song written by Brother Huangfu is more suitable."
However, at this moment, Sun Lan's voice suddenly sounded again.
Yo, I'm in a hurry.
Zhao Ding grinned.
But before Zhao Ding could speak, Huangfu Xing, who had been sleeping sprawled out behind Sun Lan, suddenly sat up from the ground and muttered with drunken eyes: "I think Brother Yan Wang's poems are more beautiful than mine." appropriate."
After saying that, he fell heavily to the ground again and continued to sleep soundly.
"This drunkard."
Zhao Ding rolled his eyes, smiled helplessly, and then looked at Sun Lan with a cold face and asked: "Master Sun, Mr. Huangfu has said what he just said, what do you think?"
Sun Lan sneered, waved his sleeves, and said disapprovingly: "How can you take the words of a drunkard seriously?"
After saying that, he turned his head to the side.
This is a determined denial.
A loud sound!
Zhao Ding directly pulled out the long sword in the hand of a guard behind him, looked at Xiao Daocheng who was on the throne, raised his hands and saluted: "Your Majesty, I dare to ask how to punish those who go back on their word?"
"What are you going to do?"
Seeing Zhao Dingran draw his sword without a word of agreement, Sun Lanye was stunned. He hurriedly stood up from his seat, pointed at Zhao Ding with a stern look and said: "Bold, this is the place where the three countries have diplomatic relations, and even more so. Where the Daliang Palace is, Emperor Liang is now sitting on the throne.
How dare you use your troops to commit murder? Do you despise the power of God? Do you still have Emperor Liang in your eyes? "
Sun Lanlan was furious. Although he spoke with a clear conscience, he was obviously trembling when he spoke, and he pointed at Zhao Ding with his mouth open.
However, Zhao Ding did not look at him, but still looked at Xiao Daocheng who was on the throne: "Your Majesty, as a witness, how do you think this person should be punished today?"
Xiao Daocheng glanced at Zhao Ding meaningfully.
I cursed secretly in my heart.
Good boy, leave the problem to me.
Rather clever.
If he agreed to Zhao Ding and killed Sun Lan directly in the palace at this moment, then Daliang and Dayu would be completely at odds with each other.
After all, when two countries are at war, it is the default rule not to kill envoys.
But if he doesn't agree, it will be difficult. After all, he is the witness of this competition. If he favors Sun Lan, he will tell everyone that Xiao Daocheng's face is not his face.
The more he thought about this, the more interesting Xiao Daocheng looked at Zhao Ding, who was still walking with a sword and looking menacing.
