Zhao Xun knew very well that things like the Poetry Society relied on stepping on people to get to the top.
Whether you like it or not, in the end you have to rely on the quality of your work to win, and it is useless to just rely on words.
So he wrote a poem to set the tone as soon as he came up, which not only showed his confidence, but also made the people who participated in the poetry meeting feel fearful.
As long as Zhao Xun has this psychological advantage and can maintain it until the end of the poetry meeting, it will be a matter of course for him to come out on top.
"What a wonderful poem, 'There are tens of millions of people in Chang'an, and they all have their own camps when they go out. But I and the mountain chief travel leisurely.' Brother Mingyun, this poem of yours is very arrogant, but I like it."
Although Luo Shaoyuan is not a good poet, his poetry appreciation level is still online. After all, he is a noble son, and the teachers he has hired are all top-notch in Chang'an City. He has been exposed to them all day long, so he will not be any worse.
In other words, if you have never eaten pork, have you never seen a pig running?
Zhao Xun secretly thought that Luo Shaoyuan was still useful. At least he was not a pig teammate and could also provide assists.
"Brother Shao Yuan has recovered from his illness. I am just throwing some light on this matter to help everyone enjoy themselves."
The more Zhao Xun behaves like this, the more fearful everyone present becomes.
Judging from the way this guy was doing it with ease and ease, he didn't seem to think that the poems he wrote were extraordinary. Could it be that he is still hiding his strength?
Everyone present had their own secrets, and Zhao Xun was naturally observing them.
Some of them look unfamiliar, some of them look familiar, but no matter what, they should be leaders in the Chang'an literary world.
Of course, those top Confucian sages would not come to such an occasion. This is equivalent to lowering one's own status.
Basically, all those who come to participate in the Qujiang Poetry Club are juniors.
To add to the fun, Luo Shaoyuan clapped his hands lightly, and the kabuki troupe invited from Pingkangfang filed in.
These young women were playing music or dancing gracefully, and the atmosphere in the cabin of the boat suddenly became quite intoxicating.
As time passed, the invited literati and poets boarded the painting boat one after another.
Zhao Xun was a little worried.
Why hasn’t the Lord of Yonghe County come yet?
Finally got a chance to show off his talents, but without his confidante, it would be a bit less interesting.
Han Miaoyi is a promiscuous woman, so it is naturally difficult for her to board the painting boat.
However, Li Taiping was the dignified head of Yonghe County and the daughter of the clan. In terms of status, she fully met the standards for participating in the Poetry Festival.
Unless something unexpected happens.
Could it be that Qi King Li Xiang was worried that Li Taiping's participation in the poetry banquet would attract gossip?
It shouldn’t be, the people of the Zhou Dynasty were more open, and the restrictions on women were not like those in the Ming and Qing Dynasties.
Besides, Li Taiping is a noble person from Tianhuang, so even if she behaves a little bit out of line, the people don't dare to talk about it.
Just when Zhao Xun was a little disappointed, he suddenly heard a sharp chant.
"The Crown Prince of Qi and the Lord of Yonghe County have arrived."
In the cabin, the literati who were drinking or chatting stood up one after another, preparing to welcome the two noblemen.
Hearing this singing, a stone fell in Zhao Xun's heart. That's right. Prince Qi's prince Li Jianye had a habit of making friends with literati, so it was normal to attend the Qujiang Poetry Festival. As for Li Taiping, the head of Yonghe County, he has an appointment with Zhao Xun. Whoever doesn't go will be a puppy.
Li Taiping doesn't want to become a bitch, so he will definitely come.
Zhao Xun thought about it in his mind, and suddenly felt that his analysis made sense.
Li Jianye and Li Taiping entered the cabin surrounded by more than a dozen royal guards and attendants.
Fortunately, this giant boat was big enough, otherwise it might not be able to accommodate so many people.
Zhao Xun looked around and found that there were hundreds of people in the cabin.
"See His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, His Highness the County Lord."
According to the rules, everyone in the cabin saluted Li Jianye and Li Taiping.
Li Jianye wore a narrow-sleeved round-neck robe today and looked very handsome.
He nodded slightly and said with a smile: "Today is a poetry meeting, so don't be restrained. Everyone, please sit down."
Having said that, he should first lift up the hem of his robe and sit down on the main seat.
Zhao Xun's eyes did not focus on Li Jianye, but bypassed the future uncle and landed on Li Taiping.
The Princess of Yonghe County attended the ceremony in formal attire today, wearing a goose-yellow chest-length skirt that made her look very noble.
only...
Zhao Xun looked intently at Li Taiping's chest and found that His Highness the County Lord's career had not improved for more than half a month.
Well, it seems that he has to recommend the county chief to eat more papaya to replenish his health.
The underskirt is the thing that can best magnify the advantages and disadvantages of women. Li Taiping knows that there are tigers in the mountains, so he prefers to travel in the mountains with tigers.
remarkably brave!
All the people attending the poetry meeting should have boarded the boat. Zhao Xun clearly felt that the boat was leaving the shore and moving slowly towards the center of Qujiang Pool.
As the organizer of this poetry meeting, Prince Qi Li Jianye scanned the people in the cabin, then cleared his throat and said loudly: "I announce that the Qujiang Poetry Meeting has officially begun."
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Zhao Xun already had a general understanding of the process of the poetry meeting.
Generally speaking, it is a more elegant way to play with the combination of the curved water drinking cup and the flying flower order.
Of course these are all forms, the key is to look at the quality of the work.
Zhao Xun is naturally confident in this.
No matter what, we can't embarrass the time-travelers.
As the person in charge, Li Jianye was naturally the first to issue the Feihua Order.
The Crown Prince of Qi decided to use autumn as his theme, and he pondered for a moment and said: "Autumn chrysanthemums are the most prosperous and have good karma."
According to the rules of Feihua Ling, if the title of the poem written by the first person is at the beginning of the sentence, then the poem written by the second person must have the title in the second position of the sentence, and so on.
There is a fixed order in the banquet.
But in order to increase the randomness and fun, Luo Shaoyuan created a meandering water bottle.
Whoever the wine glass stops at or swirls around will compose the poem.
After Li Jianye recited the poem, he placed a wine glass on a lotus-shaped wooden support and placed it in the artificial river.
The wine glass flowed down the river and finally landed in front of a man wearing a dark blue Confucian shirt.
The man was overjoyed. He picked up the wine glass and said with a slight smile: "Lantian Zhang Yu has shown his embarrassment."
He put one hand behind his back, shook his head for a while, and chanted in harmony: "The remaining photos of the poor autumn are sent to Wu Jian."
This poem did not cause much response after being recited.
The reason is simple. This poem can only be considered neat and meets the requirements of the Feihua Order. But that's all, both the imagery and the artistic conception are ordinary.
Zhang Yu saw that the response was not good, and her face became a little helpless, and the flush spread to her neck.
He hurriedly put the wine glass into the artificial river again, pushed it slightly, and the wine glass flowed down the river again.
This time, it happened to fall in front of Luo Shaoyuan.
Luo Shaoyuan suddenly looked embarrassed.
After hesitating for a long time, he picked up the wine glass.
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