The steward quickly looked at the second song.
"There was bright moonlight in front of the bed, and two pairs of shoes on the floor. It was a long deserted night, and suddenly I smelled the fragrance of a woman."
When I first heard the first sentence, my eyes lit up.
But after listening to the last three sentences, I just felt uncomfortable.
Same as the first one.
Just this first sentence can bring to people's minds the scene of the resurrection of all things in spring, the sun is shining brightly, and it is warm and pleasant.
As the saying goes, spring is sleepy and autumn is sleepy. This spring day is the most sleepy. As soon as you wake up, it will be dawn before you know it.
The artistic conception of this first sentence is enough to be called a brilliant literary talent.
Just a pity.
The last three sentences are completely incomprehensible.
This is why Wei Zhou was very angry. Just reading the first sentence, it was like seeing a big mountain, but after reading the last three sentences, the mountain collapsed in front of him in an instant.
Then... a stone stuck in my heart, not going up or down, it was very uncomfortable.
Yu Shinan stroked his beard again and commented: "I sleep in spring without waking up, and the moonlight shines brightly in front of my bed." The first couplet of the two poems can be said to be cleansed of all the lead, with beautiful artistic conception, plain but concise rhetoric. Gong is beyond the reach of human beings.”
"If you don't read the last three sentences, it is truly a masterpiece at today's Winter Solstice Poetry Festival and will definitely be passed down to the world."
"Do you know who wrote the poem?"
The steward quickly looked at the signature.
"Xiao Yan."
Kong Ziyan was stunned.
impossible.
Absolutely impossible!
He wrote "Xia Ke Xing" when he was three years old, and was praised by the great Confucian scholars, saying that he had the qualifications of a great Zhou poet.
Later, he also composed a quatrain in Wangjiang Tower that no one has answered in the second line until now.
How could such a talent write such limericks?
Kong Ziyan didn’t believe it.
Xiao Xian, who was standing behind Xiao Wuji, covered his mouth and smiled.
Yu Shinan, Kong Yida, Wei Zhou and others all looked at Xiao Yan who was sitting there, eating the last preserved fruit.
Xiao Yan calmly finished eating the preserved fruit in his hands, clapped his hands, and stood up.
"Not talented."
"These two poems were written by me."
He bowed his hands slightly and saluted, then looked at Xiao Xian sideways at a forty-five degree angle, with a hint of threat and disdain in his eyes.
The image of a playboy was immediately revealed.
Everyone in the audience was puzzled.
to be honest.
When Xiao Yan came in, many people noticed.
They have made preparations. The leader of today's Winter Solstice Poetry Society is very likely to be won by Xiao Yan, the prince of Xiliang.
When he was three years old, he composed the song "Xia Ke Xing", and even now, they still know it by heart.
There is also the first couplet, which is also famous all over the world.
Wangjiang Tower, Wangjiangliu, Wangjiang Tower Wangjiangliu, Jianglou is eternal, and Jiangliu is eternal.
The poetic talent of Xiao Yan, the prince of Xiliang, has also been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.
Seeing him come to participate in the Winter Solstice Poetry Festival, many talented people who had been preparing for a long time felt very stressed.
The result...is this?
If it weren't for the concern about the identity of Xiao Yan, the crown prince of Xiliang, many talented people would probably turn on the mocking mode.
Many people breathed a sigh of relief.
If Xiao Yan, the crown prince of Xiliang, can only write such poems now, the leader of this year's Winter Solstice Poetry Festival will definitely have a chance.
As a minister of the Imperial Academy, Kong Yida, although he only taught Xiao Yan three lessons, was still regarded as a teacher, and he suddenly became unhappy.
"Xiao Yan, this is the Winter Solstice Poetry Party, not a place where you can mess around!"
Just hit people directly in Wenqutang.
How could we present this kind of poem on an occasion like today, at the annual Winter Solstice Poetry Meeting on New Year’s Day?
This is not nonsense.
Or is it that "Xia Ke Xing", which you wrote when you were three years old, was not actually written by you, but was a poem bought by your father in order to make you famous?
However, Xiao Yan didn't feel that he had done anything wrong. He pretended to be dissatisfied and said: "Master, why did I mess up? Do you mean that my poem is not good?"
"You won't wake up when you sleep in spring. Mosquito bites are everywhere. After lighting the mosquito coils, I don't know how many people will die."
"In spring and summer, there are already a lot of mosquitoes. When I go to bed at night, if I don't burn mosquito coils, my ears will be buzzing all the time, and then there will be mosquito bites on my body. I won't be able to sleep at all. After lighting the mosquito coils, the mosquitoes won't stop. Knowing how many people will die, that means there are a lot of mosquitoes.”
"This is a masterpiece I wrote after thinking hard for a long time."
A masterpiece that you thought about for a long time before writing?
The talented people in the audience were almost choked to death by Xiao Yan's words. It took a lot of perseverance and some bad things in their minds to hold back their laughter.
a shame!
It’s really embarrassing!
I never thought that you would be such a prince of Xiliang.
Ha ha ha ha…….
Kong Yida was so angry that his old face turned red, he trembled, and his beard flew away.
Kong Ziyan quickly stepped forward, patted his back gently, and glanced at Xiao Yan a few times in confusion.
If she hadn't seen his thin gold body, his block script, and his master-level calligraphy, she would have doubted whether Xiao Yan's "Xia Ke Xing" written when he was three years old was bought to make himself famous.
However, there are not without intelligent people present, and those who can become great Confucians are not all pedantic people.
People like Yu Shinan and Wei Zhou quickly figured out the reason.
The prince of Xiliang is most likely committing suicide.
After all, the king of Xiliang has been the leader for many years. When Emperor Taizong was old and seriously ill, he tried to reduce the vassal vassal, but failed in the end.
The reason why His Majesty summons princes from various vassals to come to the capital to study is to use them as hostages.
As ministers of the court, Wei Zhou, the censor, and Yu Shinan, the minister of household affairs, are like mirrors.
Yu Shinan stroked his beard and said: "It turns out to be Xiao Yan, the eldest son of the King of Xiliang and the Qilin son of the Great Zhou Dynasty. If it were you... these two poems, it wouldn't be surprising."
Xiao Yan looked sideways at Yu Shinan and said arrogantly: "That's right. You also think that I write well, so there is no need to read any more manuscripts. The leader of this year's Winter Solstice Poetry Club must be me. Just give the Shadow Sword to me. Later, I will go to the gambling house in Xingyefang to win back all the money I have lost!"
Yu Shinan's right hand trembled and he almost pulled off a bit of his beard.
no.
It is said that the prince of Xiliang was blessed with auspiciousness on the day he was born. He held a precious jade in his mouth and was born with supernatural powers. He could walk at the age of one, composed poems at the age of two, and became famous in the world for his "Xia Ke Xing". He practiced martial arts at the age of three, led the army at the age of ten, and was a man at the age of fifteen. Guarding Yumen Pass, there has been no war in Xiliang since then.
He is called Qilinzi of the Great Zhou Dynasty by the world.
However, now you want to defile yourself?
And then, still pretending to be like this?
Yu Shinan immediately turned red with anger, pointed at the door of the hall, and shouted: "It's insulting and arrogant. With these two poems, what else do you want to win?"
"If you can write a masterpiece as legendary as "Xia Ke Xing" which you wrote when you were three years old, you should be the leader of this Winter Solstice Poetry Society."
"But you come up with this kind of crooked poetry, which is nondescript, incoherent, and tasteless, and you want to win the first prize?"
"You'd better go to the gambling house!"
This sound seemed to remind everyone that when Xiao Yan was three years old, he wrote the legendary work "Xia Ke Xing". Looking at the two poems he wrote today, it is not the child prodigy who wrote at the age of two and composed poetry at the age of three.
The prince of Xiliang is nothing more than this.
"I see, he must have bought the novel "Xia Ke Xing" he wrote when he was three years old."
"Haha, the King of Xiliang was so domineering back then, and what his status was. Do you need to buy it? I think it must have been written by a certain talented man in Xiliang, and then the King of Xiliang brought it and said it was written by Xiao Yan. "
"Yes, the Great Zhou Qilinzi is nothing more than that."
"It's all a false name."
Next to Kong Yida, Wei Zhou had been sitting there, looking at Xiao Yan with a calm expression.
But I was a little surprised by what Yu Shinan did.
He could see that Yu Shinan's words seemed to accuse Xiao Yan of being a mediocre person, but in fact, they probably also helped the prince of Xiliang.
So... is he on the side of the King of Xiliang?
