At this time, everyone in the hall also looked at Zhao Tong.
There are two talented men in the royal family, the second brother Zhao Tao and the third brother Zhao Kai.
Zhao Tan became famous earlier and had a poetry reputation since he was a child. Although he later stopped writing poems and lyrics and instead went to practice martial arts, his collection of poems has been circulated in the world, and his reputation among scholars has always been extremely high.
And Zhao Kai was the number one scholar. The content of the imperial examinations in this dynasty changed many times. Poetry and Fu were sometimes absent. Wang Anshi's reform directly abolished other subjects, leaving only Jinshi subjects, which examined classics and meanings, and policy questions, plus Ming Dynasty. Law Section.
But later, when the political reform failed, poetry and Fu were again reused, on equal terms with scholars based on classics and righteousness.
Therefore, since Zhao Kai can pass the first prize, his poetry level is absolutely excellent.
Now that Zhao Kai has taken action, everyone is looking at Zhao Tong. As for the young brothers who are eager to try, no one pays attention to it anymore.
Zhao Tong felt these eyes coming over him and couldn't help but sigh in his heart, why did he have to write a poem if he couldn't do anything bad? Even if he could just write a poem, this poem... was not easy to write.
Why did he stop writing back then? How many volumes of poetry collections were published, and then suddenly retreated? Isn't it because it's too difficult to write? At the end of the writing, I find that there is nothing left to write. If it had been hundreds of years earlier, I would have been able to write for a lifetime, but now...
Zhao Tao touched his chin, picked up the chopsticks, picked up a piece of lamb meat and put it into his mouth. Anyone who wanted to see it could see it. Anyway, so many people didn't do it. The worst he could do was drink a few more glasses of wine.
Zhao Huan said in a low voice: "Second brother..."
Zhao Tong just pretended to be drunk and didn't hear anything, and stared at another mutton chop.
Zhao Kai, who was standing next to him, also looked at him. Seeing his relaxed look, he couldn't help but feel annoyed. Was he looking down on the poem he wrote, or was he looking down on him? No, this must be looked down upon by all.
But, since you look down on me, you should get up and compose a song, otherwise you, Zhao Tong, will be a talentless man with only a false reputation!
Emperor Daojun could clearly see it. He thought for a while, this second brother had done very well in poetry before, but suddenly stopped writing. Even now that everyone was looking at him, he didn't say a word. Could it be that the rumored talent is really exhausted?
But looking at his previous poems, even if he exhausted his talent, he would not be so thorough. Emperor Daojun thought for a while and said, "Second brother."
Zhao Tong raised his head with a puzzled expression: "Daddy, did you call me?"
Emperor Daojun saw that he was pretending to be stupid, so he looked at Empress Zheng next to her. Empress Zheng said: "Second brother, it's time for the drinking order."
Zhao Tong sighed after hearing this. It seemed that he couldn't escape. He was no better than the prince. He had no reputation to lose in this regard. Even if Emperor Daojun asked him to do it, he said that he fell ill at sea and still has a headache. Emperor Daojun couldn't do anything about it. .
But Emperor Daojun was not stupid, and he was afraid that he would use such words to prevaricate, so he allowed Empress Zheng to speak.
Zhao Tong looked at Empress Zheng. After all, she was the mother in this life. She had been raised in her arms since she was a child. How could he bear to let her down? He couldn't help but stand up and said, "Yes, empress."
Everyone became excited when they saw him getting up. Even the concubines and princesses across from him were all staring at him. This second brother had unparalleled talent when he was a child, and no one knew that although he no longer wrote poems in these years, no one could forget him.
Zhao Fujin looked at Zhao Tao with twinkling eyes. Zhao Huer in his arms was young and didn't know that, so he whispered: "Fifth sister, is Erguo very good at composing poems?"
Zhao Fujin glanced at Emperor Daojun and whispered: "Although I don't know it from the outside, I think he is the most powerful in this palace."
Zhao Huer's eyes widened immediately: "Is she more powerful than Fifth Sister?"
Zhao Fujin's face turned red and he said: "It's more than ten times more powerful."
Zhao Tong looked at everyone, stretched out his hand to rub his head, and said with a wry smile: "I haven't written poetry for many years, and I have almost forgotten the rhythm. I probably won't be able to compose rhythmic poetry, so I will just compose a Yuefu poem."
Yuefu? Everyone was stunned when they heard this. Yuefu poetry did not have many restrictions on meter, but only had some requirements on rhyme.
Yuefu poetry is said to be easy to write, but difficult to write. Naturally, it is easy to write because there are no big restrictions on meter. Long and short sentences can be combined in an orderly manner, and there is no need to quote too many classics. It is difficult to write precisely because there are no such restrictions. That’s why it’s difficult to write well, either to return to the original nature, or to directly shock people’s hearts.
Zhao Kai was also stunned beside him, Yuefu, why would you write this kind of thing? Could it be that the other party really forgot the rules? No no no! He suddenly wanted to give him a slap in the face. Has he been deceived by Zhao Tong too often in the past two years? What have you forgotten? This Zhao Er is the best at concealment and disguise. He must be trying to find another way to take the lead and overwhelm his own family.
not good! If his family is suppressed by him, doesn't it mean that the prince is also suppressed by him? Then it was his own family that offended the prince. He was able to sell well even though he was secretly taking advantage of it. It was indeed a good plan!
Zhao Kai looked unhappy and felt that he was being set up by Zhao Tao again.
Zhao Tong didn't know his complicated thoughts, so he continued: "Just compose a song of Sauvignon Blanc."
Um? Sauvignon Blanc? Many people's eyes lit up when they heard this name, even Emperor Daojun showed interest.
It turns out that there are many pastimes in this palace. In addition to playing games, they also read story books. No matter what the story is, there is no private matter in it. They all contain hidden stories about love, love, talents, beauties, and lovesickness. The painful thing.
So at this moment, everyone had expressions of interest on their faces and looked at Zhao Tong with anticipation.
No, it’s grandstanding, this is grandstanding! Zhao Kai almost screamed at the side. This was clearly to use the name of the poem to attract people's interest. It was not a real skill. This Zhao Er was really too much!
Zhao Tong glanced at everyone at this moment, thought for a moment, and chanted:
Sauvignon Blanc, far away.
Wine stains on sleeves in late autumn, midnight wind and rain aggravate my heart and soul.
Tired dreams linger around me tonight, and haggardness lingers in the cold bottom of the pot.
What's so deep outside the Xiyuan Tower? I'm as lonely as I am sighing in the air.
The beautiful woman is separated by the autumn water, blocking the thousands of mountains outside the window, and breaking the heart of the piano for several years.
The sky is high, the water is far away, the soul is flying in pain, the colorful clouds are dim and the pipa is partial.
Long lovesickness, sleepless nights.
Feihong is sent to the south of the Yangtze River. When he is drunk, Wu songs mess up the silver strings.
The night reminds me of the orioles' whispers, and it's hard for the dream soul to reach the Yaotai.
I'm still afraid of leaning on the lantern when I step slightly. I feel melancholy inside the building and on the mountain outside the building.
The beautiful branches and jade trees are always waiting to be harvested, leaving the morning and evening to cut and share the joys and sorrows.
This look is to the end of the world, the frosty sky is full of dawn and the clouds are far away.
After the song ended, everyone looked dull, thinking about it for a long time, and could not speak for a long time.
A moment later, Emperor Daojun suddenly slapped the table, causing the cups and plates to tremble, and laughed loudly: "Second brother, I shall consider him to be the most talented man in the Song Dynasty!"
When Zhao Kai heard this, his face immediately changed, and he was as pale as paper. All the strength in his body seemed to be drained out at this moment. He was trembling in his heart. No, no, I am the most romantic and talented man in the Song Dynasty. It is me. !
He has always claimed to be the most romantic and talented man in the Song Dynasty, but now, what comes out of the official's mouth is the treacherous and shameless Zhao Er!
The official must have said it wrong, Zhao Kai looked at Emperor Daojun tremblingly.
Emperor Daojun suddenly said: "I was wrong, the second brother is not the most talented man in the Song Dynasty!"
When Zhao Kai heard this, his eyes widened immediately, and he suddenly became ecstatic. Yes, the official knew that he was wrong. Only he, Zhao Kai, was the most talented man in the Song Dynasty!
I just heard Emperor Daojun say loudly: "Second brother is not the most talented person in the Song Dynasty, he is the most talented person in the world!"
When Zhao Kai heard this, the smile that had just appeared on his face was suddenly suppressed. He could not take it back or bloom. His heart felt as if he was hit by a heavy hammer of several hundred kilograms. With a "pop", he fell under the table. …
(End of chapter)
