Those who made it at home were free to make it, and those who couldn't make it were forced to drink three glasses of wine. Everyone applauded and applauded.
According to the drinking rules of the banquet, everyone can participate except those who are too young, and concubines and princesses are no exception.
However, if it is about guessing riddles and the like, the concubines and princesses will be more interested. As for writing poems and lyrics, they will basically choose to drink and not get involved, because this is obviously a time for the princes to show off their talents.
Emperor Daojun's eyes fell on the prince's seat. Looking down from the prince, the youngest prince who could sit behind the table independently was only five or six years old. He was chewing chicken legs and didn't listen to what anyone said.
Emperor Daojun shook his head inwardly, thinking that his second brother had already written good poems at his age, and that his third brother could also write wonderful calligraphy at this time. Then his eyes fell on Zhao Tong and Zhao Kai.
Zhao Tong was twirling the wine glass in front of him with his hand, wondering what he was thinking. Zhao Kai was still looking at the heart with his eyes and mouth. Since the last incident with Zhang Xian Niu Er, although his body has become a little weaker, his temperament has become calmer day by day.
Emperor Daojun looked at the princess again and said, "Don't just focus on drinking. If it's not about guessing riddles, you might as well do it and let everyone judge together."
The princesses looked at me and I looked at you. They all pursed their lips and said nothing. They just stared at the various fruit wines in front of them. They thought it would be more comfortable to take this opportunity to drink two more glasses. As for the poems, let the brothers over there write them. Wouldn't it be more beautiful to drink while commenting?
Emperor Daojun couldn't see the thoughts of these princesses, but there was no way to force this kind of thing, and unlike the court, it was not easy to show official airs during family banquets.
He said to the prince: "You don't have to follow the order of age and seat. Whoever has the heart to recite it can just recite it directly."
When the princes heard this, some immediately looked sad, some lowered their heads and chuckled, and some quietly took out small notes from their sleeves, which had obviously been written in advance.
At this time Zhao Chu said: "Dad, I come first!"
Emperor Daojun looked at him: "Bago is very quick in writing. How can he finish it so quickly?"
Zhao Yan rolled his eyes: "My child has learned something, but it may not be the best in haste. Please ask dad for guidance."
As he spoke, he glanced at Zhao Gou. Zhao Gou was looking down at the small note. He couldn't help but reveal a trace of ridicule. A few days ago, he knew that a banquet was going to be held, so he found a group of people to encourage him to write poems and drink. They made it together in advance, but Zhao Gou didn't even memorize it, so he had to memorize it now, which was a bit stupid.
Everyone's eyes fell on Zhao Yan. He cleared his throat, raised his head slightly, and chanted:
Shake the red wall when encountering the scenery, but I haven’t learned Zen yet when spring comes.
The poem becomes the stars and the moon sets, and the drunken place brings out the gods.
After chanting, they sat down and everyone tasted it. Most of them couldn't tell whether it was good or bad. They just thought it rhymed and praised themselves.
Emperor Daojun said from above: "It's a five-character quatrain. It's pretty neat. It's just that the allusions are a little obscure and the back part jumps out, but it's still pretty good."
Zhao Yan's face was filled with resentment when he heard this. He was the first to stand up and write poems because he wanted to give the officials a good impression and attract everyone's attention. The so-called pearls and jade come first, but he didn't expect that the officials' evaluation was average. These were all written by himself, and they were probably just... At this level, I couldn't help but feel a little discouraged for a while.
Zhao Gou snickered secretly beside him. The group of people had discussed it a few days ago and made it in advance. However, he suddenly had some ideas just now and wanted to change a few words. Then he took out the note and looked at it. He felt that Zhao Gou was a little Silly, the first one to stand up and compose a poem is not the first person to stand out? Without comparison, how could the official give a special evaluation? Didn't the second brother and the third brother not move? They all want to be the finale.
Zhao Gou thought in his mind that he had to wait until after five or six people to do it in order to show the extraordinary effect of standing out from the crowd. But at this moment, suddenly there was a sudden pain on his butt behind the chair, which hurt him so much. The sound of "Ah ah" will make him jump up.
Looking down angrily, it was Zhao Yan who took a chopstick and secretly took it back, with a sinister smile on his face.
Zhao Gou was so angry that he just wanted to take revenge and go back when he saw everyone looking over. Emperor Daojun said: "It seems that Brother Ninth also gained something."
The corner of Zhao Gou's mouth twitched, and he thought to himself that this kid Zhao Xi is really nothing. The stuff he wrote was not worthy of the attention of the officials, so he came to harm his family. But at this moment, he could no longer sit back, so he had to bite the bullet and said: "Reporting back to daddy, you will indeed gain something."
Emperor Daojun said: "Tell me and listen."
Zhao Gouqing could only cough, looked at the autumn scenery outside the hall, and recited with a deep expression:
The clouds are falling in the opposite view, and the Liang Garden is misty and rainy.
How much hate is there on the silver string, but the moon hangs brightly on one hook.
"Huh?" Emperor Daojun's eyes lit up and he said, "Jiu Ge's poem Five Jue Ba Geng is very well-chosen, and it sounds quite pleasing to the eye."
Everyone heard that the evaluation was higher than that of Zhao Chu, and they couldn't help but look at Zhao Gou a few more times, especially Mrs. Wei, Zhao Gou's mother opposite, who was so happy that she couldn't open her mouth from ear to ear.
Zhao Gou sat down proudly, and Zhao Fei looked unhappy. When they were comparing poems with each other before, Zhao Gou didn't do this. It sounded just average, no better than him. Why did he change a few words? Listen. It seems like it has become another poem?
This guy is too cunning!
At this time, Zhao Gou stretched out his hand and pinched Zhao Mo, the Duke of Zhenguo who was next to him. He was also in the same group. He had previously encouraged everyone to write poems and drink.
Zhao Mo was helpless at this moment. Both Bage and Ninth Brother stood up to do it. If he stayed until later, he was afraid that he would be cornered by the two of them and beat him. It was difficult for him to beat four hands with two fists, especially Bage was not strong enough. It's so big that it can lift him up.
Zhao Mo was about to stand up bravely, but unexpectedly someone said from the opposite side: "Dad, I will also compose a song."
When everyone saw it, it turned out to be Zhao Huer. They saw that she had grabbed an unknown pastry, with frosting on her mouth. She didn't forget to take another bite after she finished speaking.
Upon seeing this, Empress Zheng said: "Hu'er must not act nonsense."
Emperor Daojun shook his head and said, "Let Thirteenth Sister compose a song and listen to it."
Empress Zheng had no choice but to nod, and she saw Zhao Huer sitting in Zhao Fujin's arms, pointing with a cake to a big tree outside the hall and said: "I also made five characters. There is a tree outside the door with two big yak branches. Two big girls..."
She hung out for a long time, but couldn't come out. Then she found that many eyes were staring at her, and she couldn't help but feel a little scared. She flattened her mouth and her eyes began to get wet.
Later, Zhao Fujin whispered in her ear: "In spring, moss becomes leaves, and in winter, snow becomes flowers."
"Yes, yes, the moss becomes the leaves in spring, and the snow becomes the flowers in winter." Zhao Huer said loudly and hastily.
Everyone laughed and saw that it was Zhao Fujin who told him secretly.
Seeing this, Emperor Daojun touched his beard and said with a smile: "Fujin should also compose a song."
Zhao Fujin stood up and said: "Dad, I'm afraid I can't do the quatrains well, so just compose an ancient poem."
Emperor Daojun nodded: "Okay."
Zhao Fujin thought for a while and chanted:
The beautiful lady is walking on the clouds, dancing with her light sleeves across the sky.
The evening breeze sweeps away the moon, and the dream frightens Loulan.
Thirty thousand songs of the prosperous Tang Dynasty, eight thousand magnificent rivers and mountains.
The ink painting is gone, and the rivers and seas are filled with green smoke.
Stepping into the late autumn twilight, looking for scenery and entering the key points.
When to fly before the rain? Caixia returns in two forms.
"Good poem, good poem!" Zhao Huer was the first to clap her hands: "Fifth sister's poems are the best."
Emperor Daojun nodded: "This song is good, quite impressive, Fu Jin has worked hard."
When the princesses heard the compliment, they all looked at Zhao Fujin with complicated expressions. One of the concubines couldn't help but poked the daughter next to him and secretly winked. However, it was easy to improvise when writing poems and lyrics. Most of them were frowning and whispering. , or pretending not to know what his mother was hinting at, and just holding the wine glass.
At this time, the second princess Zhao Jinnu stood up and said: "Dad, let me sing a song."
Zhao Jinnu is the half-sister of Prince Zhao Huan. She is already married. Her husband is Cao Sheng, the general of Zuowei, a descendant of the founding hero Cao Bin.
Cao Sheng was currently accompanying the last person at the prince's table. Seeing his wife standing up to compose a poem, he couldn't help but be surprised at first, and then buried his head on the table. He couldn't persuade her, so he decided to drink.
The Emperor Daojun said: "What poem does Jinnu want to compose?"
Zhao Jinnu said: "Dad, let me imitate the eighth brother and the ninth brother and compose a quatrain."
Emperor Daojun was puzzled. He had never heard that Zhao Jinnu was talented in poetry, but he still nodded and said, "Come and listen."
Zhao Jinnu glanced at his own officials who were drinking opposite him, and chanted:
When I wake up, I feel delicate and weak, but the poet recognizes his good name.
The flowers in the mortal world laugh, but the iron horse is afraid of the sound of whips.
Everyone fell silent upon hearing this, and Cao Sheng almost spit out a mouthful of wine.
It's neat, it's neat, it's also the first eight Geng, and the rhymes and rhymes are not bad at all, but what are these words?
Zhao Gou glanced at Zhao Chu and said in a low voice: "What allusions are there in Second Sister's poem?"
Zhao Yan looked confused, thought for a while and said, "It seems to be there. I have seen it before, but I have forgotten it now."
Zhao Gou looked at him and thought to himself, you have seen a ghost, why haven't I seen any of it?
Emperor Daojun said from above: "This poem...doesn't count for your fault. From now on, read less idle books, they are all nonsense!"
Zhao Jinnu was not sad when he heard this: "Dad, I know, I will punish myself with three drinks." After saying that, he sat down, poured himself a glass of wine and drank it in one gulp, then poured two more glasses, and drank them all in one gulp. , with a satisfied expression on his face.
Zhao Gou was stunned and whispered: "Second sister doesn't write poetry just to have a good drink, right?"
Zhao Yan said: "How do I know, but it is true that she is good at drinking. Zhao Mo is here for you."
Zhao Mo stood up at this time, stretched out his hand and scratched his head: "Dad, I will also sing a song."
Emperor Daojun asked: "Write poetry or lyrics?"
Zhao Mo said awkwardly: "Today, my brothers and sisters all wrote poems, and my children also wrote poems."
Emperor Daojun nodded, and Zhao Mo chanted:
Holding a gourd and dancing, Jiangcun is looking for a fisherman.
The scholar's joy is found in the two classics.
After hearing this, Emperor Daojun frowned: "This is a poem with quite a lot of allusions, but the wording is too rough. I'll give it to you."
Zhao Mo didn't get any praise, so he sat down depressed. When Zhao Gou talked to him, he just twisted his face, and Zhao Gou said angrily: "Your bad poems are not good, and you have a bad temper. Later, when the banquet is over, look for me." Let’s have a competition somewhere?”
When Zhao Mo heard this, his face suddenly turned bitter. He grabbed the wine glass and took a swig, choking and coughing immediately.
The prince over there, Zhao Huan, had already turned a little red from drinking. From time to time, he would comment on these poems with Zhao Ta in a low voice, and then chant them again in a low voice.
Zhao Kai looked at him and sneered in his heart. Zhao Huan must not be able to compare with him in essay writing. He is the top scholar, so he is naturally good at poetry. Even Zhao Tan was not convinced. Zhao Tan was famous for his poems earlier, but he has stopped writing in recent years. , has never been released again, and it is inevitable that he has exhausted his talents.
At this time, Emperor Daojun looked at Zhao Huan and said, "What is the prince doing? Why don't you compose a song for your brothers and sisters to listen to?"
Zhao Huan was stunned when he heard this, then put down his wine glass and stood up and said: "Dad is right, that kid will compose the previous one."
Emperor Daojun said with piercing eyes: "Why is the prince writing a song?"
Zhao Huan said: "Since everyone is composing poems, then this kid doesn't write lyrics, just compose poems."
He frowned and thought for a moment, seeing everyone's eyes on him, he couldn't help but groan in his heart. In fact, before he came here, he wanted to shirk any drinking order, but he didn't expect that it turned out to be poetry. This was naturally not like those gamers, and shirk was extremely It's difficult, and it's not good in terms of reputation, but you can't just mess with the first five skills. Wouldn't it be compared with half-grown children like Zhao Gou and others?
Zhao Huan thought for a long time and said: "My child, just compose a song called Chen Si Wang."
After speaking, he slowly chanted:
Today, I remember King Chen in the autumn. I regret that his passing will be far away.
Ambition cannot bear the burden of pretense, but talent can be used as a foundation for writing.
Thirty volumes of pen and writing are fragrant, and two generations of romance discuss Xuanhuang.
Although the history of Qing Dynasty has been long, there are beautiful chapters deep in the sea.
After finishing a poem, Zhao Huan stretched out his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead, and all the alcohol flowed out with the sweat.
Everyone applauded one after another. It didn't matter whether it was really good or not. We always had to give the prince some face. After all, having a family dinner and having fun was the most important thing.
Zhao Yan lowered his head and looked at Zhao Gou with a puzzled expression. Zhao Gou also looked over. Their eyes were saying, it's too ordinary, it's really too ordinary. Even if it might be better than his own, that's the prince. Ah, what I did was just too average.
Emperor Daojun had no expression on his face. He picked up the glass of wine and took a sip. He said: "This seven-line poem is... quite satisfactory."
There was no praise, but neither was it too derogatory. It was all said in one word.
Over there, Zhao Kai glanced at Emperor Daojun and then at Zhao Tie. He felt that it was time for him to take action. Even if he always wanted to overpower Zhao Tie, his real opponent was the prince. This relationship cannot be reversed. .
"Daddy, let me sing a song too."
"Oh?" Emperor Daojun heard this and looked at Zhao Kai: "The Number One Scholar is going to compose a poem. Come and listen to it."
When Zhao Huan saw this, his face looked a little unhappy. He knew that he was a poet, but as soon as he sat down, Zhao Kai couldn't wait to stand up. Is this purpose too obvious?
Seeing that Zhao Kai didn't think much, he looked at the people in the hall, put his hands slightly behind his back, and chanted:
The morning sun breaks through the sky for thousands of miles, and the pen dances, the dragon flies, and the poem writes about the wounds.
Wang Luo, Lu Yang, has been here for a long time, and it has been a long time since he was banished to Shaoling.
Qiubai died in the old place of Teng Pavilion, and tigers died in the new end of Shu Road.
It's worthy of the bright moon in China, how can I worry about the chapters of Shaohua in the summer.
After Zhao Kai finished his poem, Prince Zhao Huan immediately looked ashen and sat on the chair as if he were a clay sculpture.
Every word is targeted, every word is heart-breaking.
He wrote about Chen Wang Cao Zhi, and his admiration was very strong in the poem. The other party directly wrote about Wang Luo, Lu, Yang, and four other people in the early Tang Dynasty, as well as Li Bai, Du Fu, Wang Bo, etc., saying that although these people are no longer here, even if they are no longer there, there are still capable people in the world. Compared with or even surpassed, there will be no shortage of good articles at all, and there is no need to search for them in the depths of the sea.
Who is this person who can compare or surpass him? That is him, Zhao Kai. He compares himself to the bright moon in China. With him here, there is no need to worry about the lack of good articles in the world.
Everyone applauded at this time, and Emperor Daojun also smiled and said: "It is indeed a rare and good rhyme poem!"
When Zhao Huan heard this, his heart trembled, his expression worsened, and he couldn't help but look at Zhao Tao.
(End of chapter)
