Zhao Xun knew Luo Shaoyuan very well. This guy was a typical example of a man with a good reputation but a corrupt one.
Luo Shaoyuan might be able to appreciate some poetry and comment on it in a meaningful way. But asking him to compose poetry is simply too difficult.
But the rules were like this, and Luo Shaoyuan had no choice.
It can only be said that we are trapped in a cocoon and admit defeat when we are unlucky.
Luo Shaoyuan searched his guts, thought about all the images related to autumn, and forced himself to say:
"Watch the waxing and waning of the moon as it comes to autumn."
Everyone couldn't help but frown.
This sentence is worse than Zhang Yu's sentence just now.
It can be said that apart from complying with the rules of Feihua Order, this sentence has no merit at all. It is just a pile of rhetorical images and has no sense of beauty at all.
Poetry pays attention to an artistic conception, and artistic conception cannot be learned, it can only be understood.
Luo Shaoyuan is obviously a person with no understanding, and it is extremely difficult to piece together this sentence with all his strength.
Luo Shaoyuan also knew that he was making a fool of himself, so he hurriedly placed the wine glass on the cup holder, pushed it gently and let it flow down the river.
Then several more people wrote poems one after another.
The poems he recited were extremely ordinary and nothing outstanding.
Zhao Xun secretly thought, is this it?
This Qujiang Poetry Club is nothing more than that.
It's really a bit head-scratching to see these mediocre people dancing around like crazy.
However, the wine glass seemed to be possessed, and would not stop in front of Zhao Xun.
etc...
This is a world of practitioners, and literati can also practice.
If there are practitioners in the field, relying on breath to control the stopping position of the wine glass, wouldn't it be equivalent to going to the casino to gamble and cheat?
Except for Luo Shaoyuan, a dandy with an empty stomach, everyone who came to the Qujiang Poetry Banquet must be looking for limelight, right?
Thinking of this, Zhao Xun held his breath and began to feel the fluctuations of vitality in the cabin.
This is a unique skill of the Taoist sect. Zhao Xun begged his mentor Wu Quanyi for a long time before he taught it to Zhao Xun.
Although it is not as good as the mind-observation technique, it is enough for judging whether there are practitioners around.
He didn't know this without looking at his qi, but Zhao Xun was shocked when he looked at it.
There were actually more than a dozen practitioners in the cabin.
Although Zhao Xun could not judge their grades, one thing was certain. Some of these people were cheating and used their true energy to change the stop position of the wine glass.
Zhao Xun sneered in his heart.
It's okay to be a con man, but his poetry is so bad, it's like bad money drives out good money.
Zhao Xun felt that he needed to show his true skills and tell them who was the real king.
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After one round of chanting, another round begins.
This time, it was still Li Jianye, the eldest son of Prince Qi, who asked the question.
Li Jianye ordered night.
"Walking into the underwater beach of an isolated village at night."
After His Highness the Crown Prince chanted, he placed the wine glass in the cup holder and let it flow down the upstream.
This time, Zhao Xun did not stand still, but forced out the true energy in his body and held the wine glass in front of him.
He has a reputation for poetry and has long been a household name in Chang'an City.
This time, everyone's eyes in the boat were focused on Zhao Xun.
Zhao Xun smiled slightly, picked up the wine glass, and chanted casually: "Last night, I first crossed the river with a slight frost."
After hearing this, Li Jianye nodded frequently: "How wonderful that last night when we first crossed the river in the frost, the poems written by Ming Yun actually intertextualized with those of this prince. It's wonderful. It's really wonderful."
"His Royal Highness is recovering."
Zhao Xun bowed his hands slightly to thank him, and then put the wine glass into the ditch.
He didn't use Wang Zha as soon as he came up, just to see the reaction of everyone present.
If there are still people who are ignorant and dare to provoke, Zhao Xun can increase his efforts.
Sure enough, several people wrote poems one after another, but none of them were as good as Zhao Xun's.
Maybe it was Zhao Xun who whetted his appetite, but Li Jianye still felt that the poems written by others were not tasteful enough.
The Feihua Order took too long to complete one circle, and Zhao Xun might not have the chance to compose a poem. His Royal Highness temporarily changed the rules, canceled the Qu Shui Liu Shang and Feihua Order, and chose the simple and crude ordering of troops and generals mode.
Click on someone to write a poem!
In this regard, everyone has nothing to say.
Those in power make the rules, this has been the pattern since ancient times.
As participants, they can only adapt to the rules.
Li Jianye still had some ink in his stomach. He felt that the poems written by everyone just now, including Zhao Xun, were too literary and lacked some heroic spirit, so he thought about pulling back.
"The great Zhou Dynasty established the country with force, and the men were determined to serve the country. They wished they could fight outside the fortress and wrap their bodies in horse leather. Let's write a poem using the image of the frontier fortress today. Mingyun, what do you want to give everyone?"
Zhao Xun was not surprised to be given the first nod by His Royal Highness.
He cupped his hands at Li Jianye and then chanted:
"The bright moon rises above the Tianshan Mountains, among the vast sea of clouds.
The wind blows tens of thousands of miles across Yumen Pass.
The Han descended on the white road, and the Hu peered into the Qinghai Bay.
The origin of the battle was that no one returned.
The garrisonmen looked at the side with a sad look on their faces as they thought about returning home.
The tall building is like this night, sighing is not enough. "
After reciting the poem, Zhao Xun let out a long sigh of relief.
As soon as this poem came out, it can be said that it shocked everyone.
It took Li Jianye a long time to react.
"Ming Yun's poem... is really a masterpiece. The wind blows thousands of miles, the garrison longs for home, the wife misses the distance, it is powerful and sad, powerful and sad!"
Li Jianye's comments hit the point.
But someone is clearly not convinced.
Lantian Zhang Yu, who had shown his face before, jumped out first and said: "Zhao Gongzi's poem is indeed good, but it is more powerful and tragic than heroic. It is a pity."
Um? Zhao Xun really didn't expect that someone would take the initiative to touch the porcelain, and do it with such low technical content.
He could have said, "You can do it, you can do it" to see how capable Zhang Yu is.
But this is a bit pricey.
After thinking about it, Zhao Xun smiled and said, "Your Highness, can Zhao compose a few more songs?"
Li Jianye was stunned when he heard this.
How many more songs will you compose?
Even for the most gifted literati, writing a poem in seven steps is already the limit.
How many songs did Zhao Xun have to compose in a short period of time?
"Of course. Please do so."
Li Jianye really wanted to see where Zhao Xun's limit was.
Zhao Xun handed over his hands to thank him, then closed his eyes and began to process his emotions.
"The bicycle wants to ask about the side, but the country is too far away.
Zheng Peng left Hansai, returned to Yan and entered Hutian.
The desert is solitary and the smoke is straight, the sun is setting over the long river.
When Xiao Guan is waiting to ride, he will always protect Yan Ran. "
After reciting one poem, he took a breath and then composed another.
“Qinghai is covered by long clouds and covered with snow-capped mountains, and the lonely city looks out over Yumen Pass.
Yellow sand will wear golden armor in a hundred battles, and Loulan will never be returned until it is broken. "
One song is finished and another is followed.
“Far above the Yellow River, among the white clouds, there is an isolated city called Wanren Mountain.
Why bamboo flute complain willow, spring is not degree Pass. "
Zhao Xun was excited to kill, and continued to chant with high spirits:
"The luminous cup of grape wine will remind you immediately if you want to drink the pipa.
Don't laugh when you are lying drunk on the battlefield. How many people have fought in ancient times. "
The killing was crazy. Now Zhao Xun was completely crazy. He looked around and said loudly:
“When you draw your bow, you should use it with strength, and when you use arrows, you should use length.
To shoot a man, shoot a horse first; to capture a thief, capture the king first.
There is also a limit to killing people, and all countries have their own borders.
If you can control the invasion of the mausoleum, how can you kill more! "
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