It was also noisy outside.
Many bachelors can't wait. They can't wait to see His Highness the Crown Prince's masterpiece.
It seems that the sooner they see His Highness the Crown Prince's masterpiece, the sooner the humiliation in their hearts can be washed away.
Eunuch Huaiji still took his time and opened the document very respectfully.
What catches the eye is still the skinny, vigorous and powerful font, and the content is still shocking.
"The tide of the spring river reaches the level of the sea, and the bright moon rises together on the sea."
"The twinkling waves follow the waves for thousands of miles, but there is no moon on the spring river!"
"The river flows round and round the meadow, and the moonlight shines on the flowers and forests like sleet;"
"The frost is flying in the air, and the white sand on the terrace is invisible."
"The river and sky are all colorless, and there is only a lone moon in the bright sky."
"Who first saw the moon by the river? When did the moon on the river first shine on people?"
"Life is endless from generation to generation, but the moon in the river looks the same every year."
"I don't know who Jiang Yue treats, but I see the Yangtze River sending water."
"The white clouds are gone leisurely, and the Qingfeng Pu is full of sorrow."
"Whose family is having trouble tonight? Where can I miss Mingyue Tower?"
"Poor Yue Pei Hui upstairs, Ying Zhao Liren's dressing mirror."
"The jade curtain can't be rolled up, but it will come back when it is smashed and brushed on the anvil."
"At this time, we look at each other but don't hear each other. I hope the moonlight will shine on you."
"Swan geese fly long and light, and fish and dragons dive and leap into the water."
"Last night I dreamed of falling flowers in the pond, but it was a pity that I didn't return home in spring."
"The spring water flowing in the river is almost gone, and the moon sets over the river pool and turns to the west again."
"The slanting moon hides the sea fog, and the Jieshi and Xiaoxiang roads are endless."
"I don't know how many people will return home by the moon. The falling moon shakes the trees all over the river with love."
As the documents slowly unfolded, the whole place became peaceful, and many people seemed to have forgotten to breathe.
Nalan Fengxiao, who was standing in front, stared blankly and murmured softly at the corner of his mouth.
again and again.
again and again.
The huge impact of the song "Qing Jade Case" has not yet been fully recovered. After drinking green tea, I suppressed the panic in my heart.
But when he saw this poem again, he realized what a ridiculous joke his so-called most talented person in Dayan was.
Yan Shigu, Kong Yingda and others were also shocked. They didn't even think about the relief brought by the masterpiece, and were completely immersed in this poem.
Scholars in Daqian especially like to recite poems and write poems. Now that I have received such a poem, I feel that even if my heart is dying, I can rest in peace and have no regrets.
Life can see such a poem.
That's enough!
If life is just like the first time we met, why is it like the wind and autumn painting fan?
so what?
The spring river tide reaches the sea level, and the bright moon rises on the sea. This sentence alone immediately brings to mind the scene of the bright moon rising over the sea.
What a beautiful poem!
Only when the poet sage was alive could he still write such beautiful poems, right?
Does His Royal Highness really have such literary talent?
Or is it someone else who composed that line and poem?
Then who is it?
A doubt arises spontaneously. If I can meet the person who wrote this poem in this life, I will truly die without regrets.
For a while.
Only then did the bachelors come to their senses.
"good!"
"What a poem!"
"What a poem!"
"His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has conquered the world with unique talent, no one can match it!"
Many people were excited.
Even dancing.
At this time, it is no longer so important whether to suppress Yan people's poetry or not.
Witnessing this moment is the most important thing.
Nalan Fengxiao suddenly covered his heart and felt his heart tightening, and the pain was extremely severe.
Fortunately, I took big breaths and finally regained my breath.
Cold sweat, profuse sweat.
The feeling was indescribable, it was refreshing but not like it, because he originally came to use his most proud words and poems to outdo the scholars of Da Qian, but now he was easily resolved by the prince of Da Qian.
But when it comes to humiliation, it doesn't feel that way.
To be able to see such a poem in this life is a blessing for a scholar like him, something worthy of joy and something that will never be forgotten.
He wished he could rush to the East Palace right now and become apprentice to the prince of Daqianjian Kingdom.
He asked the Prince to become his apprentice, and he would learn to write lyrics and poems with the Prince.
But this is impossible.
He is from Yan, the most talented person in the Yan Dynasty, and a young talent who has been trained by Emperor Murong Yin of the Yan Dynasty for more than 20 years.
How could he become a disciple of the crown prince of Daqianjian Kingdom?
Who by the river sees the moon for the first time? When did Jiang Yue shine on people? Life is endless from generation to generation, and the moon and river look alike every year. I don’t know who Jiang Yue is waiting for, but I see the Yangtze River sending water. The white clouds are slowly disappearing, and the green maple pond is full of sorrow.
What kind of emotions did the prince of the prison country experience, and what kind of life did he experience, to have such a sentiment?
Nalan Fengxiao thought of Fan Wencheng's brief account of the past of the prince of Daqianjian Kingdom.
His mother died when he was young, and he was raised by a concubine for four years. Later, the concubine died for no apparent reason, and he was raised by another concubine. A few years after he was canonized as the Prince of Daqian, that concubine also died.
Later, Li Linfu entered the court as minister. When Emperor Daqian was drafting, he fell in love with Li Linfu's sister and was given the title of Zhaoyi. Finally, she was a noble concubine, sitting in the West Palace and becoming the Empress of the West Palace.
During this period, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has always been rumored to be weak, incompetent, and timid.
It was not until May of this year that Emperor Xiao Di of Daqian was seriously ill and was about to die.
I don't know why, but he suddenly authorized the prince to supervise the country and became the prince of the Daqian Supervisor Country, thus governing the country as the crown prince.
It was at this time that the previously weak and incompetent prince became strong.
Perhaps it is because of these experiences that you write such poems?
It’s as if after seeing through the world of mortals, one realizes the truth of life. People from generation to generation are different, but the moon on the river shines on the people on the riverside every year. White clouds float in the sky. Wanderers in Fengpu are as erratic as white clouds. When encountering a scene like "Qingfengpu", a feeling of longing for home arises spontaneously. It uses magnificent scenery and objects to convey emotions, which is subtle and profound.
In comparison, the first two sentences of the poem I wrote were pretty good, but the rest seemed like I was just trying to make up the number of words.
In fact, if we really dig deeper, people like Yan Shigu and others who know His Highness the Crown Prince of Daqian will know that His Highness the Crown Prince has never left the capital. When did he go to the seaside? When did you see the bright moon on the sea? I have never been to the river, so it is impossible to write a poem about the moon shining on the river.
But at this time, they were not trying to figure out whether His Highness the Crown Prince wrote this poem, or how His Highness the Crown Prince wrote this poem.
Because it is displayed here, giving Nalan a glimpse of Fengxiao and the great scholar of Hongwenguan.
This is enough!
Nalan Fengxiao bowed deeply and saluted, and left Hongwen Hall alone and in despair.
He can't stay here any longer.
As a Yan person, he must maintain his last grace and etiquette, and save his last bit of face.
He didn't know how he walked back to the inn. He didn't know the way very well, but it seemed like a miracle that he walked back to the inn without anyone to guide him.
When the eldest princess saw Nalan Fengxiao's expression as if he had lost his mind, she knew that he had failed.
After listening to the rumors about Hongwen Hall and getting a poem written by His Royal Highness, I understood that Nalan Fengxiao's defeat was not unjust.
She just wanted to say that she was very surprised to lose to the crown prince of Daqianjian Kingdom.
"Mr. Fan, we still know too little about Prince Daqian. His hidden clumsiness may not be as simple as we imagined!" Murong Xueyuan's beautiful eyes were dark, and his expression was solemn and a little worried.
