After finishing a leg of lamb, Li Xian was still not satisfied. He pointed at the cook and ordered: "Cut a portion of the lamb ribs and all parts for me."
Hearing Li Xian's words, Li Xian couldn't help but glance at him sideways. Although he is a foodie, judging from his behavior, he still has a spirit of exploring food.
Naturally, the cook could not disobey the King of England, so he quickly took out his knife and cut out all the places that the King of England wanted.
Although the roasted whole lamb this time was very successful due to a series of reasons such as the yellow mud stove, Li Xian still didn't eat too much. Although these days I have figured out that my body is not fattening when I eat, I still have to take it easy when it's time to take it easy. Although there are no symptoms now, who can guarantee that they have not inherited high blood pressure or anything like that?
This was the first time for Xiao Dezhao and Yang Yi to eat such delicious mutton, so they couldn't help but eat more. As for Xiao Jue, he was so excited that he ate his food thoroughly, even a little full.
As for Yao Yuanchong, perhaps because he had practiced martial arts, he still did not put down his chopsticks.
Putting down his chopsticks, Li Xian waved his hand to Yao Yuanchong, signaling him to continue eating and not to worry too much.
Seeing that His Highness King Yong had finished eating, Shangguan Wan'er came to serve tea with a blushing face.
Naturally, no one paid much attention to such a small palace maid. Although Li Xian knew that she had climbed out of the window behind the bookshelf, he did not tidy up the bookshelf at all or break it. Instead, he pretended not to see her and picked up the teacup. drink.
After a hearty meal and some tea, my bladder, which had already been protesting, protested even more. It could be seen that Xiao Dezhao and the other two looked a little embarrassed, knowing that they did not dare to leave the table casually, so Li Xian took the initiative and said: "Mr. Xiao, you and I, since the King of England hasn't finished eating yet, why don't I go out for a walk?" How about coming back?"
"You should obey King Yong's arrangements."
Several people went out to solve their problems together. When they came back, Yao Yuanchong had already finished eating and left the table, but Li Xian was still eating. The poor roast lamb had only a skeleton left. The cook was staring at the skeleton. I'm looking for some meat for His Majesty the King of England to slice.
Not wanting to disturb the foodie's happy time, Li Xian ordered the cook to take the sheep's skeleton as far away as possible, then returned to his seat and sat down.
After only leaving for a short while, Li Xian found that his desk had been tidied.
Glancing at Shangguan Wan'er who was standing with her hands hanging down, Li Xian said, "Don't tidy up my desk casually in the future, lest I forget something when I come back."
Upon hearing this, Shangguan Wan'er quickly saluted and said, "I know my mistake, and I will definitely correct it in the future."
"Well, let's go to the back and continue organizing the bookshelves."
After sending Shangguan Wan'er away, Yao Yuanchong happened to come back after solving his own physical problems.
Li Xian was still eating, so he couldn't continue talking about "Spring and Autumn".
Looking at Yao Yuanchong, Li Xian asked his question: "Yuanzhi, I think your Xielu poem is good, so I want to ask you, how did you write this poem?"
Yao Yuanchong, who had just sat down, quickly raised his upper body and raised his hands and said: "Reporting to your highness, I have little talent and little knowledge, so I can only take a look at the Xie Lu poems of my ancestors first, and then write my own. First arrange some sentences, and then revise them one by one. Go for the rhyme.”
"ah?"
Li Xian didn't expect that this guy actually wrote poetry like this. Shouldn't a guy with such a great talent be like Li Bai, who could just pour some wine into his mouth and spit out poems like someone else?
Seeing that King Yong was confused, Xiao Jue said with a smile: "Yao Wanlang wrote a poem, and I have heard about it. It took about a day to complete the draft. In the opinion of the veteran, this speed is already good. The poems want to rhyme. , it’s really difficult and requires constant trying. As for Cao Zhi, there are really few people who can complete a poem in seven steps.”
Seeing Xiao Dezhao and Yang Yi nodding in agreement, Li Xian had a headache.
No wonder there were only a few poets in the early Tang Dynasty, and they were not as famous as Li Bai and Bai Juyi. People at this time were not used to writing poetry. But if you think about King Luo Bin's "Imperial Capital Chapter", it will become clear.
A country with thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, a city with nine gates. If you don't see the emperor's residence strong, you will know that the emperor is respected. The emperor's residence was in Xiaohan Valley in Dili, and he was in Houdianfu on Longshan Mountain in Quaiye. The five latitudes are in the constellation of stars, and the eight waters are divided across the earth's axis. The Qin fortress was closed for 120 years, and the Han family left the palace for 36 years.
When he first recited this article, he found a problem. It didn't rhyme very much, so it was very difficult to recite it. You must know that the article about Li Bai touching his thigh and sighing with emotion is not that difficult to memorize.
The ancients did not know Pinyin, so it was still difficult to rhyme. Even later generations have learned Pinyin, but there are still only a few who can read out the poems as casually as Li Bai.
From this it can be seen that Li Bai probably regarded poetry writing as a profession, otherwise, this guy would be too smart.
Seeing that Li Xian was thoughtful, Xiao Jue smiled and said, "Since His Highness is interested in writing poetry, how about we write poetry together today and comment on each other?"
Compose poetry?
Before Li Xian could react, Yao Yuanchong said impatiently: "Such an elegant thing is naturally what it should be. How about letting His Highness judge it?"
Hearing what Yao Yuanchong said, Li Xian laughed. This guy actually wanted to protect his master.
However, he was still willing to accept this loyalty because he really couldn't write poetry.
"Okay, let me come up with the question."
Xiao Jue and Xiao Dezhao said in unison: "That's natural."
Question, what question?
Lifting up the pen, Li Xian held his chin in one hand and wrote a few random strokes on the paper with the other hand.
"It's decided, let's take grass as the theme."
"Grass?"
Xiao Dezhao and Yang Yi looked at each other, never expecting that King Yong's question would be so tricky.
I have heard of Yongjing, but when it comes to a specific thing, especially this thing is grass that can be seen everywhere but is inconspicuous.
Yao Yuanchong was not surprised, but immediately started thinking.
In terms of struggling to write poetry, there is no difference between ancient people and modern people. They all write and draw casually on paper.
Seeing that several people were getting into the mood, Li Xian folded what he had written and threw it into the trash can.
Although Yao Yuanchong was not as good as a professional poet like Li Bai, he was young, quick in writing, and had studied hard for a while, so he quickly finished a poem.
Seeing his proud look, Li Xian asked: "Yuanzhi, have you finished writing? Come on, read it to me."
Seeing that Yao Yuanchong came out on top, Xiao Dezhao and the other three were no longer in a hurry to come up with ideas. Instead, they all stopped and were ready to listen to how well this young man's poem was written.
Yao Yuanchong stood up, made a four-way salute, then picked up his paper and read: "In early spring, hundreds of fragrant flowers compete for beauty, and the green grass grows alone on the mountain top. The autumn wind does not lift the flowers and leaves, and the withered grass and frost fall in the world."
After reading, Yao Yuanchong bowed again. It could be seen that he was quite proud.
