In early spring, the flowers are blooming, and the green grass grows alone on the top of the mountain. The autumn wind does not lift the flowers and leaves, and the withered grass and frost fall on the earth.
Xiao Dezhao, Yang Yi, and Xiao Jue had no objection to his pride.
This poem is really good. It contrasts the grass with the flowers, highlighting the solitary height of the grass. The whole poem has the flavor of a Nanshan hermit.
only....
Xiao Jue coughed slightly and said: "This poem by Yuan Zhi is indeed good, but there are some problems with the third sentence. As far as I know, there are still some flowers that can survive frost. However, since the first sentence emphasizes If you combine flowers that bloom in early spring, there doesn’t seem to be any problem.”
"Haha, just think I'm nit-picking. Anyway, it's quite good to write a catchy and artistic poem in such a short time. Prince's literature is really not simple."
After hearing Xiao Jue's comments, Yao Yuanchong became less arrogant. Instead, he saluted respectfully and thanked the old gentleman for the compliment. Although Xiao Jue was only a bachelor of Chongwen Hall, Yao Yuanchong knew that this person's status among scholars could be praised by his elders. Even if it was said far away, at least in Chang'an, it would still shock many people.
After thanking the old gentleman, Yao Yuanchong looked at Li Xian, with a smile on his face, and asked rather proudly: "Your Highness, what do you think of Wei Chen's poem?"
After all, this guy is trying to make himself proud. Moreover, he blindly suppresses talents. If he goes too far, he will be finished. Necessary praise is still necessary.
Li Xian clapped his hands and said with a smile: "It's indeed good. It's not in vain that I asked my father to ask you to come to the palace."
After saying that, Li Xian looked at Xiao Dezhao and the others and asked: "You three, I want to give the leader's reward to Yuan Zhi, what do you think?"
Yang Yi cupped his hands and said: "Yao Wenxue is quick in writing and can compose poems so quickly without any major flaws. Naturally, Wei Chen and the other three are willing to lose."
Xiao Dezhao and Xiao Jue both nodded. Seeing that they had no objections, Li Xiancai said to Yao Yuanchong: "This poem is just for a moment of elegance. I reward you too much for this, and it is inevitable that it will be unpopular. I see that you like to bake whole chickens." Sheep, how about I order the kitchen to cook one for you tomorrow?"
Yao Yuanchong didn't expect that King Yong would reward him with a roasted whole lamb. However, thinking about it, he was still in the palace's system. King Yong had not really become the prince yet. Even if he became the prince, he could not give it easily. Arrange official positions yourself.
Since there is no way to be promoted, it is not appropriate to reward money for elegant things in front of outsiders. A roast lamb... is already very good.
but....
Yao Yuanchong cupped his hands and said, "Wei Chen is not qualified to refuse His Highness's reward, but one sheep is still too much. I am afraid that Wei Chen cannot eat it by himself."
"Stupid, Sixth Brother didn't tell you that you have to eat it alone. You can invite others, such as me, who is a very suitable invitation!"
When it comes to the topic of food, Li Xian has very sharp ears.
Only then did Yao Yuanchong come to his senses and said with a smile: "Since His Highness the King of England likes it, I will naturally invite the ministers, as well as the concubine and Mr. Xiao. Can you please attend the banquet tomorrow?"
Today's mutton was very enjoyable for the three of them. Now that they were invited by Yao Yuanchong, they were naturally happy to agree.
After confirming that we would have roast lamb together at noon tomorrow, Yao Yuanchong sat down.
The King of England had already finished eating and time was tight, so there was no need to comment on the poems of Xiao Dezhao and the others.
Xiao Jue naturally took out "Spring and Autumn" and began to tell the rest.
By the light, "Spring and Autumn" was finally finished, and with the help of a learned scholar, this kind of study was naturally comfortable.
Putting down the pen for taking notes, Li Xian felt that what he had gained in these two days was really rich.
The same is true for Yao Yuanchong. Even Xiao Dezhao and Yang Yi feel that today's views confirmed by Mr. Xiao's views are both good. Xiao Jue, who enjoyed the pleasure of teaching, especially the sheep head as a reward from King Yong, also felt that his day was really comfortable.
Seeing that it was already dark outside, Li Xian stood up and said, "I would like to thank Mr. Xiao for your advice today. If I still have questions that I am unsure about in the future, I will have to go to the Chongwen Museum for advice. I hope Mr. Xiao won't be too annoyed." .”
Xiao Jue quickly stood up and cupped his hands and said: "Your Highness has something to ask, how dare I not give my advice to you. The Chongwen Pavilion is within the East Palace. If Your Highness has any questions, you only need to send someone to call the veteran."
Being polite would be a bit too much, so Li Xian nodded and walked out of the desk, preparing to see Xiao Jue off in person.
Today, even Li Xiandu felt very satisfied because of roasting the whole lamb.
After sending Xiao Jue to the chariot and instructing Yao Yuanchong who was accompanying him to take good care of him, Li Xian stretched himself and went back to sleep.
When life is like a curriculum, you don’t feel that time passes too slowly. Just like when you were in school, Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday were the hardest, but as soon as Thursday arrived, you felt like the holiday was just around the corner.
Before entering the bedroom, Li Xian suddenly had the idea of making a curriculum for himself.
I have been practicing martial arts in the morning and studying in the afternoon. I am so busy that I don’t give myself any time for entertainment. It is really unreasonable...
After everyone in the study room left, it suddenly seemed empty. It was only then that Shangguan Wan'er, who had been hiding behind the bookshelf, sneaked out.
Although I had sternly warned myself to listen while sorting out the books after dinner, I still failed to do it and wasted such a long time.
There are many bookshelves, but less than one row has been sorted out.
Looking at the remaining books, Shangguan Wan'er knew that she might have to stay up late to sort them out so that she wouldn't be exposed.
Although I have to stay up late, it seems so insignificant compared to what I earned today.
When she walked to King Yong's desk and remembered King Yong's warning, she gave up the plan of sorting out the books on it. As for the notes, because she had attended the class in person, it was no longer that important.
Remembering what she had peeped behind the bookshelf, she hesitated for a moment before taking out the folded piece of paper from the wastebasket.
When I opened it and took a look, I saw that there were only twenty words written on it.
Liliyuan Shangcao
One year old and one prosperous
Wildfire burns endlessly
The spring breeze blows and gives birth again
It is these twenty words, a poem that will be known to children of later generations.
However, just these twenty words caused an uproar in Shangguan Wan'er's heart.
She just saw King Yong thinking about the topic behind the bookshelf, and seemed to be thinking and writing something. However, I never expected that King Yong would write a poem in such a short period of time.
And looking at the neatness of the handwriting, it was obviously written by King Yong without thinking!
