at this time.
At the entrance of the Poetry Hall, the eyes of the ten novelists were as wide as bull's eyes and they did not blink.
What happened in the hall does not need to be adapted, it is the most attractive and exciting story!
They have already thought of the title of the story!
That is "The story that the king of Huangzhou and the celebrities from Jiangnan had to tell in order to compete for beauty".
The name is enough!
At this time.
Zangliu's hand finally stopped on a certain page.
The eyes of everyone in the poetry hall lit up.
Got it!
really.
Zangliu's clear eyes swept across the hall, remembering everyone's appearance in his heart, and then he said loudly: "The peony demon in front of the court is innocent, and the hibiscus on the pond is pure and innocent."
After reading these two sentences, Zhang Sheng showed a victorious smile on his face.
All the Confucian scholars in the two states clenched their fists and whispered: "We win!"
"There are indeed no poems about peonies in King Huangzhou's poetry album!"
Because the two poems do not even mention the name of peonies, the meaning is: the peonies in front of the court are enchanting and beautiful, but not of high style, and the lotus in the pond is elegant and clean but lacks charm.
Does this have anything to do with peonies?
Half a tael of silver has nothing to do with it!
at this time.
The four deans breathed a long sigh of relief!
In this game, Zhang Sheng's name can be barely saved!
Zangliu continued to recite, and said loudly: "Only peonies are the true national beauty, and they move the heaven when the flowers bloom."
Shock!
As soon as these two sentences came out, it was shocking!
"boom......"
The souls of Confucian scholars in the two states shook.
One by one, they murmured in despair: "Only peonies are the true national beauty. When the flowers bloom, they move the heaven... they move the heaven!"
Tang Qingzhu's eyes brightened.
Immediately afterwards.
He asked again in despair: "Why?"
"My dean has written peony poems, but none of them are as good as this one!"
He then forcefully explained: "In the garden of heaven, peonies are enchanting and beautiful, but not of high style. The lotus in the pond is elegant and clean but lacks charm. Only peony is the king of flowers in the flower kingdom. In the flower kingdom, It is the true national flower that outshines other flowers in beauty."
"Only when it is in full bloom can the gods in heaven come out to admire it and praise its beauty!"
The last three words of this poem "moving the capital" were changed by Xia Tian to "moving the heaven".
The height of this poem reaches from the human world to heaven.
People who appreciate peonies transform from mortals into gods.
the other side.
Tang Qingzhu fell in love with this peony poem, and then thought of Du Yue'er: "Master of the Du family, Wang Huangzhou just wrote a beautiful poem, praising you for your beauty that overwhelms the country and the city, like a fairy."
"In the heart of King Huangzhou, you are the most beautiful fairy in the world!"
"Peony is the emblem of your Du family, and it is a fairy flower in the heart of King Huangzhou!"
"It can be seen that the King of Huangzhou has a deep love for you. He loves you as much as he loves you. When he missed you, he not only wrote a beauty poem for you, but also wrote this eternal song for your family's peony clan emblem!"
"The meanings of these two poems are of the same origin, complement each other, and together... they are both my thoughts for you!"
Tang Qingzhu's explanation was reasonable, logical, and not far-fetched in the slightest.
After Zangliu heard this, the corners of his mouth twitched violently a few times, and he felt a chill down his spine.
He secretly said in his heart: "My lord, you wrote the poem yourself. Zangliu just read it according to it. Nothing happened. Everything went as smoothly as you planned."
"But, there is Tang Qingzhu, who is confused about poetry, appearing next to Du Yue'er!"
"So, if Du Yue'er has an idea for you... Zangliu really can't control it!"
"In addition, Princess Sima...if this woman comes to seize the throne in the future, you must not cause trouble to Zang Liu!"
The more Zangliu thought about it, the colder his spine became!
at this time.
Du Yue'er's heart trembled again after being explained by Tang Qingzhu, as if she had been touched by thunder, and she felt a little numb!
She bit her red lips lightly with her teeth, her watery eyes were intoxicating, and she murmured: "Really?"
Were these two poems really written for her by the King of Huangzhou?
Is this an erotic dream where you can’t see the truth?
King of Huangzhou, what do you want to do to me?
Du Yue'er's heart is even more confused!
"Why......"
at the same time.
The faces of the Confucian scholars in the two states changed drastically!
impossible!
This is absolutely impossible!
Could it be that everything written by the King of Huangzhou is an eternal masterpiece?
Are they all such incomparable absolutes?
They are very frustrated!
at this time.
Zhang Sheng is even more frustrated!
His face was like a dyeing shop. Red, cyan, and white were all dyed on his face, making his face extremely ugly.
This time, he didn't even have the strength to stop talking!
The poem in his heart was simply vulgar compared to this peony poem. How could he express it?
Besides admitting defeat, is there another way he can go?
This time.
The soul poet Li Fei didn't mess around anymore, but comforted him thoughtfully: "Brother Zhang Sheng, it doesn't matter if you lose, I still have money here that I can lend to you!"
"Don't be confused!"
"Why......"
Zhang Sheng felt even more unwilling. He sighed quietly and handed over the remaining five hundred taels of silver: "I lost again!"
"However, Zhang Sheng is just the person with the weakest poetic talent among the literary circles of Qingzhou and Yangzhou. My defeat does not mean the defeat of the celebrities in the two states!"
Finished.
He saluted the Confucian scholars from the two states around him and said, "Everyone, Mr. Zhang has little talent and little knowledge. He has embarrassed the literary circles of Qingzhou and Yangzhou!"
"I hope you can save your face and let the envoy of Huangzhou go back and tell the king of Huangzhou... Our two states are full of outstanding people, and he cannot humiliate them."
Zhang Sheng was unwilling to give in, and his words were full of provocation and wanted to make him angry.
As he wishes!
"boom......"
The inner fire of the Confucian scholars in the two states was aroused, burning away the frustration just now.
They once again said passionately: "Keep fighting!"
"Keep fighting!"
"We don't believe it anymore. We can't win against an envoy from the King of Huangzhou who is holding a book of poems and reading them."
A Yangzhou Confucian scholar jumped out: "I'll do it!"
"snort......"
Zangliu asked calmly: "What is the title of the poem?"
"Yongzhu, you go first!"
"Stand firmly on the green mountains and never let go. The roots are still in the broken rocks. It has been strong despite being struck by the winds of east, west, north and south."
Another eternal song!
This poem uses bamboo to sing about the Qi Festival and its lofty realm.
Yangzhou Confucian scholars - defeated!
The fire in the hearts of the Confucian scholars in the two states was turned into a ladle of ice water and extinguished by this poem.
No one dares to jump out again!
Even the four major deans in Jiangnan dare not!
They looked at the "Three Hundred Poems of the Prince" in Zangliu's hand, their eyes burning, as if there was a treasure inside.
The poetic talent of the King of Huangzhou is simply astonishing!
At this time.
Zangliu smiled faintly, saluted in all directions and said, "Originally, I came to seek help on behalf of my prince."
"But the prince is right, men of letters look down upon each other. If I can't defeat you in terms of your own poetic talents that you are proud of... you will not listen carefully to what I have to say, the general."
"My prince said that if you want to listen to his poems, I have them here. Please listen."
Zangliu read loudly: "When I was drunk, I lit up the lamp and looked at the sword. I dreamed of blowing the trumpet company. Eight hundred miles away, my subordinates were burning, fifty strings were heard outside the Great Wall, and the soldiers were ordered in autumn on the battlefield."
As soon as this poem came out, a murderous spirit penetrated the hearts of all Confucian scholars like a sharp arrow.
Another song that will last forever.
"Glow-in-the-dark cup of grape wine. If you want to drink, play the pipa immediately. Don't laugh, Lord, lying drunk on the battlefield. How many times have you fought in ancient times?"
Another eternal song.
In front of these peerless masters, no one dared to write poems to compare with them.
Shock!
The whole audience was shocked!
The eyes of the ten novelists were shining and they were recording crazily.
These poems will resound throughout the land of Kyushu.
finally.
Tang Qingzhu stood up and interrupted Zang Liu's reciting of poems: "Stop reciting!"
"The King of Huangzhou must be a poet in the mortal world!"
"The poems he wrote are truly amazing!"
"I also understand the deeper meaning of the King of Huangzhou asking your envoy to come here, in addition to recruiting talents!"
The corners of Zangliu's mouth twitched.
Now.
What he feared most was that Tang Qingzhu misunderstood his prince's poems!
Tang Qingzhu really thought about it.
Zangliu just wanted to scream!
He asked helplessly: "Dean Tang, tell me, my prince asked me to come here...what's the point?"
