At this moment, Wei Xuanmo, a great scholar of Yue State, was also looking at the emperor of Ning State with great expectation.
It's just that his current state of mind has changed dramatically.
If it had been before, when he heard Li Chenan's first poem "Jiangchengzi", he would have been a little anxious, and he would have been worried that it would be difficult for his students to compose poetry that could rival it.
But now, he is very pleased.
Because Li Chenan is half of the blood of the Yue royal family!
It's better if he wins.
Now, winning or losing is no longer important.
Emperor Ning was still holding the piece of paper. No one knew what he was thinking right now, but in everyone's eyes, Li Chenan had already won the emperor's favor.
He was the emperor's eldest son who had been separated for twenty years. His appearance in front of the emperor made the emperor lose his temper.
Now, he was writing in the Moxiang Pavilion and wrote a wonderful poem that shocked the world.
He is really the most talented person in Ningguo.
He is even the most talented person in the world!
The emperor's eldest son lives in Guangling City, but he has such an amazing talent. This is more than just the icing on the cake for the emperor!
His talent has far surpassed that of the current crown prince and other princes.
His name is now well-known in Kyoto. Presumably after this literary meeting, his name will be known to all women and children in the entire Ning Kingdom.
He is also the future uncle of Dingguo Hou Mansion.
He also had an uncle who was the emperor of Yue!
If he takes over the East Palace, he will inherit the great treasure in the future... Many people who are worried about the future of Ningguo begin to expect.
So the eyes they looked at the emperor were a little hot.
Similarly, those who had been planning for many years to push the second prince to the throne had a more stern look in their eyes.
But now there is nothing anyone can do except listen to what kind of song this monster Li Chenan composed.
Emperor Ning spoke.
He glanced at everyone and said slowly:
"If it had been in the past, if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes tonight... I would never have believed that someone could actually put pen to paper and create beautiful words!"
He suddenly raised the paper in his hand, with a proud look on his face.
“Thousands of years of history are filled with countless outstanding literati.”
"They used their pens to write poems and articles that are still popular today and are famous all over the world."
"We have never witnessed what it was like when they wrote those poems, but tonight... we will all witness the birth of another talented literati!"
"He is, of course, Li Chenan!"
"This poem is called "Moon over the Xijiang River, a Big Dream in the World." I... also like it very much!"
"Because I have been feeling like I am in a big dream for the past twenty years. This word has fallen on my heart again!"
"I will recite it and enjoy it with you all!"
When Emperor Ning said these words, the sixth princess Ning Shuyu, who was sitting next to her, took a deep breath. But at this moment, everyone's eyes were focused on the emperor, and they were all eager to know what Li Chenan had written. No one could see the hatred in her eyes that was like the fire of hell.
Emperor Ning rolled up his sleeves, took three breaths, and recited this poem:
"The world is a big dream,
There are cool autumns in life.
At night, the wind leaves are already singing.
Look at the brows and temples.
A cheap drinker often worries about having few guests.
The moonlight is often obscured by clouds.
Who can share the lonely time with me during the Mid-Autumn Festival?
Look northward sadly! "
After reciting one word, the whole place became more and more silent.
No one knows why that seventeen-year-old boy from Guangling City could write such tragic words.
This poem has different interpretations in everyone's mind, but they still have some things in common.
For example, the tone of this poem is very depressing. The whole poem is low and sad, full of deep sighs about the illusion of life.
That is to say, somewhat decadent.
Some self-pity.
Through such a poem, he is describing the shortness of life and lamenting the difficulty of realizing great ambitions!
I also feel the dangers of the world, and feel sad for the sparseness of life!
This is the true portrayal of his heart!
But when it comes to the theme of tonight's poem... Although it is not as perfect as the first poem "Jiang Chengzi", in this poem, he also vaguely expressed his longing for his relatives.
Who can share the lonely light with me during the Mid-Autumn Festival? The lonely light is the bright moon.
Now that he has come to Kyoto and presumably knows his own life experience, on this Mid-Autumn Festival reunion night...he just cannot celebrate with his relatives.
This is regret, and this is what he thinks about.
This word, on the autumn night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, reflects on the fact that life is like a dream, touching the scenery brings emotions, and laments the tragic song. If you taste it carefully, the emotion is true and the meaning is clear, which makes people have a long aftertaste!
Wei Xuanmo was shocked again. If he were to judge this word... he would be unparalleled in the world!
He looked at Emperor Ning on the stage again, as if he wanted to know the emperor's current attitude towards his son.
The emperor on the stage seemed to be a little disinterested at this moment.
It's not that this poem is bad, it should be that the emperor felt even more guilty for Li Chenan.
This is really a big dream in life. Who would have thought that Queen Lu's son is really still alive?
Who could have expected that when he came to Kyoto, he would appear in front of the emperor in this way!
So how will Ning Guo’s story unfold next?
Wei Xuanmo didn't know.
Of course Hua Manting didn't know either.
All he knows now is that his old friend is really awesome!
He was very relieved.
It’s not just Li Chenan’s peerless talent, but this wonderful change tonight——
He was originally extremely worried about Li Chenan's safety in Kyoto, but he never expected that a scene of father and son meeting would actually be staged in this Zai Dao Building.
Of course, the emperor still did not announce it.
But this only made Li Chenan's life experience more certain.
In this case, the emperor will certainly not let Li Chenan die.
He will send people to protect Li Chenan. As for the future... let's wait for the future.
While everyone was meditating, thunderous applause came from outside again!
Everyone turned back to look at the window, with shocked expressions on their faces again.
This Li Chenan has written a third poem?
He, is he really thoughtless?
Ji Tai's eyebrows were now calm.
Because, he had to admire Li Chenan's talent.
Also because... these are no longer important.
Li Chenan will definitely not die tonight, but tonight at Shuangjiao Mountain... the tax grains measured that day should have fallen into the hands of the water bandits at this moment.
So what if Li Chenan’s poems and articles are great?
To live, one must eat.
If you want to control the power of Ningguo... you don't need poetry and articles!
There was the sound of climbing up the stairs again.
This time two young eunuchs came up.
One of them hurried to the emperor, but the other came to Ji Tai.
He bowed and whispered: "Master Xiang, there is a letter outside for you."
Ji Tai was slightly startled, took the letter, opened it and looked at it, his expression suddenly changed.
Then it quickly returned to normal.
Another young eunuch had already knelt down in front of the emperor and said loudly: "Your Majesty, Mr. Li, his third poem, please take a look at it!"
This time, before the emperor could signal, Eunuch Chang had already picked up the poem and held it in front of the emperor with both hands.
Emperor Ning took the piece of paper, suddenly looked at Ji Tai, and asked: "Ji Qing, you are my prime minister, and you have taken care of my country for me these years."
"I ask you...have you discovered anything about a young man as talented as Li Chenan?"
Ji Tai quickly stood up and bowed: "This is my fault, I hope your Majesty will forgive me!"
"Well, it's not really a crime."
Emperor Ning pondered for three breaths and then asked again: "If I want to use him, what kind of official position do you think he would be better for?"
