Seeing everyone's eyes turning towards him again, Zhu Su couldn't help but feel angry and funny. Old Zhu hid the matter of copying poems from everyone in the world, and he would never hide it from Zhu Biao, his most trusted son. Brother, are you trying to make fun of me when you say this?
Last time I was forced to copy a song "Linjiang Immortal", and then Fang Xiaoru came to my door to ask for poems. I almost couldn't get to Taiwan. I complained to Zhu Biao a lot!
"Brother is joking. Fifth brother, I am from the Kuyin sect. It's not that you don't know. It's really an oversight that I didn't prepare poems to celebrate my birthday before..." Zhu Su had no choice but to reveal his identity as a poet from the Kuyin sect again.
"The Kuyin Sect?" Zhu Biao glanced at Zhu Su with an inexplicable smile. "I see."
"But new words are hard to come by, but old words do exist. Why not show them to you to have a look."
Zhu Laowu's face turned pale. How could he have any "old words"? Could it be...
A familiar feeling came over me.
When all the guests saw the strange look on Zhu Su's face, they all smiled knowingly. He just thought that a young man had too much face and exposed his shortcomings twice in one day, which made him a little embarrassed.
Hu Weiyong looked happy, the prince actually asked His Highness the Fifth Prince to compose a poem? If another masterpiece is produced in person, the fifth prince's reputation will be the next best thing. Wei Guogong Xu Da pays more attention to this "unofficial son-in-law" with the light on his face, and it is not impossible to make an engagement early. To put it bluntly, Hu Weiyong actually hoped that Zhu Su could perform well in front of Lao Zhu and Xu Da. As long as he has Lao Zhu's favor and becomes Xu Da's son-in-law, Hu Weiyong can use this sign safely and smoothly.
Everyone at the banquet was also surprised and happy. They did not expect that His Highness the Fifth Prince actually still had an "old poem". Since "Linjiang Immortal", this poem has been jointly recommended as the number one poem in the Ming Dynasty, and is regarded as one of the most beautiful poems in the Ming Dynasty. beginning. Countless literati are holding back their energy and want to compete with it by writing a wonderful poem that is also sung everywhere. Unfortunately, good poems are available, but exquisite poems are rare. Could it be that the second Ming Dynasty's "Excellent Poetry" was about to appear under his nose today?
"Brother, can you give me a hint?" Zhu Su asked Zhu Biao almost through gritted teeth. "I really don't remember ever writing any poems that fit the occasion..."
"Have you forgotten? Although that message was not sent to Uncle Xu's birthday, it was also sent to the Xu family." Zhu Biao said with a smile. Zhu Su was even more puzzled. Which lyrics have you written that have been read by Lao Zhu and Brother Biao, and can you use them as a gift to the Xu family?
Still puzzled, Zhu Biao reminded: "It's the song "One Cut Plum", 'Look at the sky at dawn and look at the clouds at dusk'..."
"Ah!" Zhu Su's face turned red instantly. This poem...
Big brother actually wants to copy this poem himself!
Isn’t this a love word?
"I wonder what the full word is? Who is it going to be given to our Xu family?"
"Why have I never heard anyone in my family read it before?"
Over there, Mrs. Xie, the Duke of Wei, next to the main seat, keenly noticed something. Po Tianhuang, who was quite interested, asked.
"Look at the sky at dawn and the clouds at dusk... This sentence alone is already several times better than other vulgar words." Zhu Fan also said. He also slightly blamed Zhu Su: "Why are you so secretive about such good words? You still want us to help you divert the conversation..."
Zhu Suxin said you couldn't help either. He actually understood what Zhu Biao meant, which was to catch a duck on the shelves. Zhu Laowu suddenly appeared at Xu's house and asked him to pull out a love poem. The purpose was self-evident:
Didn't he just feel that he had never made any move towards Xu Miaoyun, so he simply used this love poem to "seduce" Xu Miaoyun for him in his name, Zhu Su?
This is definitely Lao Zhu’s handiwork!
"This sentence alone is perfect. Your Highness, why don't you write out the whole sentence and let me take a look?" Hu Weiyong came up to join in the fun.
"Come on, I'll serve you with pen and ink!" Xu Da, who was sitting at the head of the table, gently twirled his short beard and gave Zhu Su a blow. Looking at the pen and ink that the Xu family's slaves quickly presented, Zhu Su also knew that he would not be able to escape being forced to copy poems this time.
That's all...he glanced at Zhu Biao with great resentment. Zhu Su picked up the Yanghaohu pen in his hand and gently licked the Hui ink, then wrote the poem "One Cut Plum Blossom" on the rice paper...
"The rain hits the pear blossoms behind closed doors, forgetting your youth, and missing your youth."
"Who cares about pleasure? I am ecstatic under the flowers, ecstatic under the moon..."
Zhu Su had a noble status and it was difficult for ordinary people to approach him. Only Zhu Fan approached Zhu Su with interest and chanted loudly while watching Zhu Su wave his hair.
As soon as these two sentences were recited, the originally noisy inner hall gradually became silent, and everyone could not help but hold their breath for fear of missing a word.
"These first two sentences express the pain of lovesickness... Could this be... love words?"
"Who are you expressing your lovesickness to, Your Highness the Fifth Prince?...Ah! Could it be..."
"Hush! Silence, there are still the last two sentences!"
Based on the meaning of these two sentences and what Zhu Biao said, someone has already guessed which member of the Xu family this poem is dedicated to. However, it was difficult to be sure until the last two sentences were released, and everyone was waiting in anticipation.
Mrs. Xie, the first lady of the country, was already overjoyed. I called a maid and gave her a few gentle instructions.
"...the frown on the eyebrows is full of sorrow, and there are thousands of cry marks, ten thousand cry marks."
"Looking at the sky at dawn and the clouds at dusk, I think of you when I walk and when I sit down."
"Good! What a 'I miss you when I walk, I miss you when I sit!'"
Zhu Fan couldn't help but cheer loudly. Everyone in the hall couldn't help but burst into uproar. Such handsome words! This is another one of the most wonderful lyrics of all time!
Unexpectedly, at such a young age, His Highness Five could be so affectionate! To be able to write such love words that are unparalleled in the world!
No wonder he looked so shy just now and didn't want to say anything. It's really too disgusting. I guess the young man is young and doesn't want his feelings and thoughts to be known to everyone.
If the prince hadn't come forward, this wonderful poem would have been hidden in the study of His Highness the Fifth Prince!
"His Royal Highness is so affectionate towards the Xu family's daughter! Previous rumors that the Xu family will marry the royal family seems to be correct!"
"Before, some people said that a certain His Highness refused to marry the Xu family, which made the Xu family's daughter have a reputation as an abandoned wife before they came out of the cabinet. There were even rumors that the Xu family was at odds with His Majesty because of this... It seems that it is all nonsense."
"Your Majesty the Fifth Highness is truly a master of poetry! What happened today deserves to be a good story."
"It seems that the Duke of Wei is still deeply favored by the emperor. With this poem, the daughter of the Xu family will also leave her name in history..."
The crowd murmured. The people present were all human beings. If they couldn't guess that Zhu Su's poem was expressing his love for Xu's daughter, their brains would be in vain. After all, only the eldest daughter Xu Miaoyun of the Xu family is the same age as His Highness the Fifth Prince, and the second daughter Xu Miaojin is still a toddler.
There were also rumors before that she was going to marry the fifth prince Zhu Su. It's just that this matter did not go against Zhuzhu's will after all, and only a small number of people at the top knew about it.
Now through this poem, it can be regarded as clear to the world.
Hearing these whispers, Zhu Su let out a long sigh. You can't escape the first day of the lunar month, but you can't escape the fifteenth. This time, Lao Zhu and his eldest brother are in trouble. The matter between himself and Xu Miaoyun is afraid that everyone in the country will know about it.
(End of chapter)
