"Things are absolutely true, how can they be false?" Ma Zhou lowered his voice and explained seriously.
Bai Song looked dissatisfied and said no more.
"Be calm and don't be impatient, be at ease and don't be impatient..." Ma Zhou continued.
At this time, a palace maid dressed in standard clothes came over, stood in front of Ma Zhou and asked, "Is this the person His Royal Highness wants to see?"
Ma Zhou looked happy and gave Bai Song a look: "That's right!"
"Then come with me."
"Thank you sister, thank you sister..."
Ma Zhou nodded like a fool, but the little palace maid raised her head proudly and turned around to go to the waterside pavilion on the other side.
Ma Zhou gave Bai Song a wink and quickly followed.
The two of them were quickly brought to the front of the waterside pavilion, but they were not allowed to enter first. Several tables of banquets were set up at the door, and several literati of the same age as Bai Song were sitting on each side.
The palace maid said: "Just wait here until the master inside calls you. Don't wander around at will."
"I know..." Mayu continued.
The palace maid turned around and went inside, no longer paying attention to the two of them.
Bai Song was confused again. Should he wait here?
"Mr. Bai, sit down quickly. You see, there is a seat here. It's better than standing over there!"
Even though Bai Song was dissatisfied, he still just sat there honestly.
Ma Zhou was careful to accompany him everywhere. Seeing that Bai Song was in a mood, he poured him wine one after another. Then he pointed at the steamed crabs with residual warmth on the table and said with a smile: "Mr. Bai, I will peel the crabs for you and eat them. Come to enjoy the scenery."
As he said that, he hurriedly took out a crab and opened it, took out the crab roe and put it into the shell, and handed it to Bai Song. He also poured a spoonful of warm vinegar on it, and the crab fragrance suddenly overflowed.
After taking a mouthful of crab roe, Bai Song felt less unhappy.
Needless to say, the crabs raised in the ancient lake water were more delicious than those in modern times. They had a faint water fragrance, a feeling that can only be found in extremely clean water.
Bai Song took another one himself and looked at it while taking it apart.
I don’t know whether it is the decoration of the East Palace or the decoration of Xiangjiazhuang.
There are really some rare and good things on this small table, except for lake crabs, there are high-quality Wuliangye, various kinds of preserved fruits, dried meat, and Xiangjiazhuang's unique high-quality chrysanthemum tea.
There is one table per person here, and it is a bit strange for Bai Song and Ma Zhou to share one table. After they sat down, they attracted a lot of curious eyes.
The literati around them watched the two people sitting down and started to eat and drink regardless of appearance. They all talked about it, as if they were discussing where these two people came from.
Bai Song glanced at these people and didn't see Lu Yao.
That man came in first, but he didn't know where he went?
Thinking about it, Bai Song cast his gaze inside the waterside pavilion.
This waterside pavilion is actually a pavilion with doors and windows, one side facing the water.
During the day, the doors and windows of the waterside pavilion are open on all sides for ventilation, making people feel cooler inside.
Bai Song was outside and could see Li Chengqian sitting by the window in the back. This kid was still looking at the water, spitting melon seed shells into the water, and waving his hands in boredom. He didn't know whether it was because of comfort or boredom.
Occasionally there were palace maids walking around inside, and they didn't know what they were busy with, but no one seemed to want to summon the literati outside.
"This brother looks strange to me, but I don't know his name?"
The person opposite raised a glass and asked, shaking his head in a scholarly manner.
"Bai Song."
The two faint words attracted the attention of six or seven literati present. They all put down their wine glasses and ate, staring at each other with shock.
"Bai Song? Bai Song from Shui Tiao Song?"
"Exactly."
The man gasped, took a few steps back, and looked left and right from different angles, as if he was sizing up some monster.
Bai Song ignored him and kept to himself.
"Is the Water Melodies song really your work?"
"Can this be fake?" Ma Zhou answered, "Who in Chang'an doesn't know that Shui Tiao Songtou is the work of Mr. Bai?"
"Really?" A person on the opposite side stood up, holding a half-opened crab, but with evil intentions in his eyes, "I'm afraid something is wrong, right?"
"Wrong? What could be wrong?" Ma Zhou asked.
"When will the bright moon come? Ask the wine to ask the sky... The lyrics are unparalleled in the world, every sentence is classic, and there are no flaws. There are too many praises in the public, so I won't say more. But such a flawless work comes from this person. Hands, I absolutely can’t believe it.”
Everyone looked at him and asked, "What's the basis for this?"
"The Iron Armored Changge is so powerful that once it comes out of the water, it will be installed in the dish.
The eight legs are intertwined with the color of morning glow, and the two claws hold up the red flame light.
The fragrance of yellow chrysanthemum cools away the heat of summer, and the green smoke of green ants warms the coolness of autumn.
There is no longitude or latitude in the joy of life, so why fear the East China Sea for ginger soup! "
"Have you heard of this crab poem?"
Everyone looked at each other and shook their heads.
The man then said: "Bai Song, was this poem written by you?"
Bai Song continued to nod, wanting to see what trouble the other party could cause.
The other party smiled: "Just admit it! When did this crab poem and the bright moon come from the same person? Who is willing to believe it? This crab poem is just a limerick, and it only has the last sentence: 'There is no longitude and latitude in the pleasure of life, why fear the East China Sea for ginger soup' 'It has some merits. It is obviously written by a person with ordinary poetic talent. The Shui Tiao Ge Tou is so stunning and flawless throughout. It is all classic. Compared with this crab poem, it is simply a world of difference. The two What connection can there be?"
The author of Shui Tiao Ge Tou is controversial. A small number of people believe that such an eternal masterpiece is a genius and it is difficult for ordinary people to write it, so they have doubts about the name of the Bai Song Dynasty.
However, this suspicion is too far-fetched and few people believe it.
What this person said today is related to another crab poem circulated in the Bai Song Dynasty. Comparing the two, they are very different. This is a more sufficient basis for denial.
This statement is popular among the people, and not everyone knows it. However, it is unprecedented for someone to question it in person today.
As soon as the question came up, everyone looked at it, and some even took out their pens and prepared to record everything Bai Song said today and spread it out.
Nowadays, all the scholars in the world have been suffering from the Song Dynasty for a long time.
The song "Shui Tiao Ge Tou" was so overwhelming that no one in the capital could lift his head.
This poem is a big mountain that weighs on the heads of all literati. They all dream of breaking the myth of "Shui Tiao Ge Tou"!
This poem should not have an author. It should be a masterpiece given by God, so as not to put all literati in a very embarrassing situation.
Everyone gathered their eyes, waiting for Bai Song to give an explanation, but after waiting for a long time, Bai Song continued to eat crabs and ignored him at all.
"Bai Song, can you get away by pretending to be deaf and mute?"
Bai Song raised his head and looked at him: "What connection can there be? There is no connection in itself."
"Okay, this proves that Shui Tiao Ge Tou is not your creation at all!"
Bai Song still ignored him, feeling there was no need to waste time with such a person, and didn't even want to give him a chance to leave his name.
Ma Yiyi was not happy to hear this, and hurriedly said: "Mr. Bai, please give me a word! This matter cannot be spread out like this! It will be very bad for your reputation!"
Ma Zhou was anxious because he was invited to see the prince today because he was the one who wrote the poem "Shui Tiao". If someone said that he did not write the poem, he would be accused of deceiving the prince.
Bai Song looked around and saw that the people in front of him had no good intentions. He suddenly felt unhappy, so he put down the crab and took a serious look at this person: "Who are you?"
"Han Zhong, Chun Wei Tou Bang."
"Have not heard."
"Hmph! All of you here are famous people in the capital. You have been invited by the prince to come here to enjoy the chrysanthemums. You are not an idle person like you who became famous for a while by relying on a poem. Moreover, I still can't tell what the poem is. It’s not your work! I’m afraid it’s just a liar looking for fame.”
"Since you don't believe that I wrote it, then you think that Shui Tiao Ge Tou is your own work. Let's see if you have the guts to claim to be its author?"
Bai Song had answered this question half a month ago!
Don’t believe it was written by Bai Song?
Well!
The lyrics are in front of the world, but we want to see who dares to openly claim that Shui Tiao Song Tou is his work?
No one dares to admire this work, and no one as arrogant as Lu Yao dares to take it as his own, let alone these few people in front of him.
"Who dares to claim to be the author of Shui Tiao Ge Tou? You can all stand up. I, Bai Song, will be the first to help you publicize it after today. Who among you famous people dare to say that I wrote it?"
Bai Song suddenly exerted his strength, spoke seriously, and glared at everyone, which actually made the man who called himself Han Zhong take two steps back.
The rest of the people also bowed their heads and said nothing, no one dared to answer.
Except for the Bai Song Dynasty, no one in the world dared to claim this water melody song.
Even if there are still countless doubts from the outside world, if the author of this poem is changed to any one person, it will definitely attract the common condemnation of the people in the world. Just the few people in front of me, even if the Bai Song Dynasty said that they were the author of the Shui Diao song, no one in the world would believe!
"What? Are they all mute?" Bai Song looked at a few people with a sneer.
Several people responded indifferently, pretending not to know anything. Someone quietly sat down, picked up a crab and ate it absentmindedly.
Bai Song looked at Han Zhong again and asked, "Want to hear my explanation? My explanation is useless! You believe it or not, but if you don't believe it, I will throw you away!"
After a moment, monotonous and soft applause came from inside the water pavilion.
"What a man. Believe it or not... Mr. Bai is really a unique person!"
A woman in luxurious palace clothes came out from the waterside pavilion, covered with gold, silver and jade, supporting her noble and elegant appearance, with a strong charm, nobility and maturity.
Before Bai Song could react, Ma Zhou quickly pulled him behind him, then bowed and saluted: "See Princess Danyang."
Princess Danyang?
Bai Song saluted and thought, but he couldn't figure out the origin of this Princess Danyang.
Just having met each other, I feel that Princess Danyang is much older than Princess Runan, she must be in her early thirties.
"Princess Danyang? Why haven't you heard of her?"
"Hush... stop saying a few words, this is the emperor's sister!"
"oh."
Bai Song suddenly realized that he was not on the right track with Li Xiangnan. She turned out to be a princess from the previous generation.
"Bai Song, I have heard of your name, I have read your water tune song, and I also know that you annoyed the emperor's brother in the court, but these are not important. I like you and sit with you. I have some poetry theory that I want to discuss with you. And you all, please come in together."
