After hearing Tang Ping say that it had been written long ago, everyone in the Qitian Hall breathed a sigh of relief.
You must know that the question just came up here, and Tang Ping from the opposite side opened his mouth.
And that poem is definitely not a doggerel. The first poem talks about the plum blossoms, which are pure and pure, proud of frost and snow, and do not compete with other flowers for their beauty.
That sentence "Different peach plums mixed with fragrance dust" can be regarded as chanting things, and it can also be said to express ambitions.
The last line of the poem "Qiankun Ten Thousand Miles of Spring" makes this poem about plum blossoms even more majestic.
Fortunately, he didn't make it now, otherwise this literary talent would be much better than that of Cao Zijian who wrote a poem in seven steps.
The second five-character quatrain is equally extraordinary. It still starts with the sentence "Ling Han blooms alone", which expresses the pride of plum blossoms to the extreme. The poem of the last sentence is tortuous and subtle, which is thought-provoking.
At this moment, many people were still muttering: "I know it's not snow from afar, why is there a faint fragrance coming, why is there a faint fragrance coming, wonderful, wonderful!"
Master Min even jumped at the table and said: "Master Tang is a great talent. Both of his two poems about plum blossoms use objects to express aspirations. They should be handed down as famous poems. How can you not drink alcohol with such good poems?"
He picked up the cup and was about to drink, but was stopped by Tang Ping.
"Master Min, wait a minute. Didn't I just say that the first person can choose someone to challenge from the opposite side? I haven't chosen anyone yet, why are you drinking?"
After finishing speaking, without waiting for the other party's response, he said directly: "This drinking order was initiated by King Zheng. If not, choose King Zheng!"
King Zheng's face turned red, and he looked at the East Vietnamese officials on his side. As a result, these people all lowered their heads, and no one dared to look at him.
This title was presented, not to mention whether they had it in stock. Even if they did, they didn't think it could surpass Tang Ping's two songs, so they could only play coy.
Seeing that no one stood up for him, King Zheng could only blush and said: "I can't do anything better than you, so I'll have two drinks."
After speaking, he picked up the drink in front of him, drank two glasses of wine, and his face became even redder.
"Is it our turn to write a question?" Tang Ping looked at King Zheng opposite and said, "I saw you were wearing a bird ring on the hand holding the cup, so let's compose a poem with the theme of bird."
"Pah!" King Zheng slapped the table. He didn't know if he had just drank two large glasses of wine, and said with a blushing face: "What kind of bird ring? This is Qingluan!"
Tang Ping didn't know what he was angry about, so he followed his words and said, "Okay, Qingluan is Qingluan, then you can use Qingluan to compose a poem!"
King Zheng paused for a moment, and then suddenly a smile appeared on his lips: "Okay, then we will write poems with Qingluan this round."
Then he chanted directly: "The locust flowers bear seeds and the tung leaves are scorched, and they fly alone across the blue sky with the cries of birds. The green luan flies westward, the sea is vast and the sky is high. I don't know where to go."
This speed was almost the same as Tang Ping's two poems just now, so Tang Ping looked at him in astonishment and asked, "Is this what you originally did?"
"What? Didn't you just use the poem you originally wrote?" I don't know if he drank too much, but King Zheng's voice became shrill: "If you can do it, do it quickly, if you can't do it, do it quickly." , just accept the punishment obediently."
To be honest, Tang Ping saw him wearing a bird ring just now. It would not be difficult to write poems with birds. At least he could carry thousands of birds and fly away, eliminating all traces of people.
But when the other party said it was Qingluan, he went along with it. He originally thought that it would be difficult for the other party to make such an unpopular thing.
Just now, I have won two drinks in a row from the other party, so this round everyone is considered a tie.
But I didn't expect that the other party actually casually mentioned that Qingluan actually had stocks.
Seeing King Zheng's aggressive look, Tang Ping also got angry, "Hey, I can't write poetry, why can't I check it out?"
He tried it when he arrived in Dongyue. His mobile phone here can also use 2G network, so he started typing on Baidu directly under the table.
How could these people think that he could cheat like this? Looking at him lowering his head, they just thought he was thinking. Now these East Vietnamese officials are still thinking about the two poems about plum blossoms. The more they read, the more they think about these two poems by Tang Ping. Excellent literary talent.
So now they are all very much looking forward to Tang Ping's next performance. Only King Zheng looked at Tang Ping as if he were laughing, thinking that you were lucky just now. Lord Min asked a question about plum blossoms, and he didn't know that Tang Ping Did you write it yourself? There happened to be two poems praising plum blossoms.
But now the topic of Qingluan is not as common as plum blossom. There was a reason why he wrote this poem in the past. He didn't believe that Tang Ping happened to write a poem about Qingluan.
Time passed slowly. When King Zheng saw that Tang Ping had not responded yet, and was about to ask him to drink as a penalty, Tang Ping suddenly raised his brows and looked happy.
This 2G network is really slow. After waiting for a while, the results finally appeared.
"Yes!" Tang Ping recited it silently in his mind. After confirming that there was no problem, he raised his head and looked at King Zheng: "Qingluan flew into the Hehuan Palace, and the purple phoenix came out of the forbidden city with flowers in its hands. It's a pity that tonight in thousands of doors, the Yinhan star returns All the way."
As soon as this poem came out, the expressions of everyone in the palace became as dull as before after Tang Ping finished reading the poem, but the way Tang Ping looked at these people seemed to be a little different from before.
"You! You! You..." King Zheng stood up and pointed at Tang Ping with his finger, his voice began to tremble.
"You bastard!" After saying that, he took off the Qingluan ring on his finger, threw it towards Tang Ping, and then ran away.
This made Tang Pingping a little confused. Looking at the strange look of the East Vietnamese officials across the way, he turned around and carefully asked Yao Yuanzhi beside him: "Old Yao, what's wrong? I didn't curse anyone in this poem? What's wrong with them?"
Yao Yuanzhi stepped back slightly, a little further away from Tang Ping, and then said strangely: "I didn't curse anyone. The poem was well written, but... it was a bit abrupt."
"Abrupt?" Tang Ping looked down at his phone. Just now he entered the keyword "Qingluan Ancient Poetry", then he waited for the sentence to be refreshed and read it directly. Now when he looked at it again, he saw that the title of the poem was still there. behind.
"The Flowers and Candles at Xiao Prince Consort's House"!
I'll be a good boy!
Only then did Tang Ping realize, what is Huazhu? It’s a night of flowers and candles in the bridal chamber!
And what is the word for that Qingluan and Zifeng? Topsy-turvy!
Add in the acacia and so on, and this is a poem about driving?
And he just said it to Prince Zheng, no wonder he was so angry!
If I go to a bar and a man comes over and says something like this to me, it would be strange if he slaps me in the face.
Thinking about the strange looks of everyone just now and Yao Yuanzhi's slight retreating action just now, Tang Ping was so anxious that he quickly turned to him and explained: "Old Yao, don't think about it, that Prince Zheng is a man."
As a result, Yao Yuanzhi stepped back a little and said strangely: "You also know that he is a man!"
