Some fantasize about beautiful things, but they may not actually be beautiful, as is the case with bear paws.
Although this guy didn't taste very good, it was rumored to be good, so Li Xian had no choice but to eat it reluctantly with rice.
After finishing a bowl of rice, Li Xian stopped. There are also grilled skewers in front. If you eat too much here, it will be a waste of your stomach.
Putting down his chopsticks and seeing that the queen had finished eating, Li Xian thought for a while and could only say with a wry smile: "Mother, you see, I still want to go back to the front..."
Seeing the prince's embarrassed look, the Queen smiled slightly. How could she not know that there was more fun ahead. However, the prince was willing to spare his time, make a special trip to show his filial piety to her, and even have a meal with her, which is already very good.
Nodding, the Queen said, "Go if you want. My mother is already very happy tonight, so I won't keep you company."
Seeing that the queen didn't look unhappy, Li Xian stood up and hurried forward.
Li Xian shot a little goat. If he arrived late, he wouldn't be able to eat it.
The atmosphere at the barbecue dinner was still lively, especially when some generals got drunk and made dirty jokes frequently. Since ancient times, men have been lustful, especially when it comes to matters between men and women, they can always be exaggerated. If a few friends get together, they can easily get the happiness brought by the conversation.
Compared with military commanders, civil servants are much more elegant. They didn't eat much or drink much. Now they were close to the emperor, and they didn't know what they were doing.
Here, Li Xiancai approached and saw Li Zhi waving to him with a bored look on his face.
He stepped forward quickly, and before Li Xian could salute, Li Zhi said: "Autumn hunting has rarely been restarted in many years. At such a good time, I am ready to compete with several Qing family members in reciting poems, but the wine in your East Palace is too strong. , none of the Qing family can recite good poems. You are here just in time, why don’t you offer a poem, and I will come and taste it for you?"
Compose poetry?
After taking a look at the old men around him, Li Xian immediately understood what was going on.
Being drunk is just an excuse. In fact, it's just that they don't have much oil and water in their stomachs. I haven't heard of any of them being very good at poetry. Even Li Zhi's poems were recorded and passed down because he was the emperor and the history books gave him face.
It would be great if Wang Bo was here at this time. Although this guy is not well-known for his ability to write poems, judging from his ability to write articles, it seems that his ability to write poems is not too weak.
Could it be that we can only do it in person?
Autumn hunting, then I have to recite a poem related to "hunting", and I am going crazy as a teenager? It's nonsense, my state of mind doesn't fit, and my experience doesn't fit either.
After searching his guts, Li Xian's eyes suddenly lit up, and he remembered one of the poems that he had memorized but had not been tested.
Wang Wei's poems should be enough to cope with the situation.
Clearing his throat, Li Xian cupped his hands and said: "Father, I will present you a poem: "Autumn Hunting" The wind is strong and the horns are sounding, and the general is hunting in the Qinling Mountains. The grass is dry and the eagle's eyes are sick, and the hoofs of the horses are light as a result of the frost. Suddenly, they pass by the pine forest. , returned to the Central Military Camp. Looking back at the place where the eagle was shot, the clouds were flat at dusk for thousands of miles. What do you think of this poem? "
Wiping away the non-existent cold sweat, Li Xian felt a pain in his head.
He only remembered these two poems related to hunting. It is certainly inappropriate for the general to hunt for Weicheng, and it is also inappropriate for the general to pass by Xinfeng City and return to Xiliu Camp. Snow is also inappropriate. He will move around, and he doesn’t know how many brain cells he has consumed.
Although such a change is a bit sudden, it is no problem to cope with it.
However, when he raised his head, he saw Li Zhi looking at him with wide eyes. The surrounding ministers also looked like they had seen a ghost.
This poem....
How should I put it? It can only be regarded as quite satisfactory. It only shows what I saw during the autumn hunting and does not extend any emotions. But even so, it’s already pretty good!
In ancient times, Cao Zhi composed a poem in seven steps, which was only four sentences and twenty crosses, with simple meanings. Now, His Royal Highness, the Prince, can compose a poem in just a moment, with eight lines and forty words.
In comparison, His Royal Highness is clearly the winner.
Did the prince do this on the spot? Could it be that I hired someone to prepare it in advance and then took it out now to fool me?
As soon as this thought came up, I couldn't help but expand it. Suddenly, many of the ministers looked at the prince with unnatural eyes.
Li Zhi also didn't expect that the prince actually presented a poem, and he also thought of this possibility.
If that's really the case, it's not a good thing. In order to gain fame and reputation, even the emperor was not willing to bear such comments.
With a slight cough, Li Zhi pointed to the bright moon in the sky, frowned and said: "Prince, if you use the bright moon as the title again, can you write a poem in a moment?"
Seeing Li Zhi's expression and then looking at the expressions of the people around him, Li Xian suddenly secretly screamed that something was wrong. I just thought about answering quickly, but I forgot how fast I could answer the question.
It took only a moment to become a poem, but it was a bit too shocking.
However, if you cannot continue, the consequences will be dire.
Bite the bullet, Li Xian could only answer immediately: "I didn't know the moon when I was young, and I thought it was a white jade plate. I also doubted the Yao mirror, flying in the blue clouds."
Another moment to write a poem!
Although the poetry is still straightforward, it reads catchy and is definitely a good poem.
Could it be that there really are people in this world who can compose poems in an instant?
Prince, do you have such talent?
Li Zhi's brows furrowed even more tightly, and he turned his fingers in a circle, pointing to the mountain behind the camp without hesitation. Thinking about the topic of "mountain", it was still a bit popular, so he simply narrowed the scope and said: "You can use it again." Recite a poem based on the pine trees on the mountain and the pine trees on the cliff!"
From the moment Li Zhi began to move his hands, Li Xian felt his heart beating fast. Although he could plagiarize the verses of many great poets, there was a limit to this. If it exceeded the limit of his memory of verses, he would be blinded.
However, when he discovered that Li Zhi was referring to pine trees, he suddenly felt that the question was not that difficult.
but....
Different from just now, Li Xian hesitated for a long time before he read: "Stick to the green mountains and never relax. The roots are still in the broken rocks. They are still strong despite being struck by the wind, regardless of the east, west, north or south winds."
After finishing the sentence, he sat down on the ground without hesitation, pretending to be very dizzy.
Except for Li Yong who was the first to react and quickly stepped forward to help, no one else reacted.
Let the wind blow from east to west, north and south?
Compared with the straightforward poem before, this poem is much more profound. In just four sentences, it vividly describes the pine trees on the cliff, especially praising the pine trees for their tenacity.
It is no exaggeration to say that this poem is enough to be included in the poetry anthology and ranked first.
The prince just hesitated for a while and actually composed such a poem?
