"Sir, the poems written by all the talented people are all here. Everyone has come up with a poem or a poem, and there is no one missing."
Sun Xuezheng nodded. It seemed that in this round of poetry competition, no talented person would make faces in public.
Otherwise, you will lose face.
Huh?
Just when Sun Xuezheng was planning to ask the book boy to pass on these poems to outside talents for appreciation and appreciation, the top poem caught Sun Xuezheng's attention.
""Huanxisha Dragon Boat Festival", bring this poem to me for a closer look."
The bookboy handed the top piece of paper to Sun Xuezheng. After taking it, Sun Xuezheng couldn't help but read out:
"Light sweat slightly penetrates the blue sky, and I bathe in fragrant orchids during the Dragon Boat Festival in the Ming Dynasty. The fragrance fills the Qingchuan.
The colorful thread is lightly wrapped around the ruby arm, and the small talisman hangs diagonally on the green cloud servant girl. The beautiful lady has been meeting for a thousand years."
After reading, Sun Xuezheng stared at the boss, and after a long time he shouted: "Wonderful! Wonderful! Wonderful! To be able to produce such a masterpiece in such a short period of time is really a genius!"
This poetry meeting is not based on a certain theme like the Mid-Autumn Festival.
It's natural to prepare early, and on the day of the poetry meeting, you can show off your long-prepared poems and compete with other talented people.
The titles of this poetry meeting all come from the act of drawing lots, and the poem can be completed within one stick of incense.
In such a short period of time, the quality of poetry is naturally not as profound and rhythmic as those that took months to craft.
Sun Xuezheng also observed a lot of poems, but even Shen Xubai could not write such exquisite words and sentences in such a short period of time.
Not only cannot it be done, but it is far different!
Who wrote this?
Sun Xuezheng looked at the signature and saw the words "Xu Qing" clearly above it.
"Who is Xu Qing? Why have I never heard of such a talented man in Yongzhou city for many years as an official in Yongzhou?"
But before Sun Xuezheng had time to think about it, he took out another piece of paper and carefully copied the verses on it.
Then he put the original poem in his sleeve like a treasure.
Generally, the handwritten manuscripts of such handed down works are the most valuable for collection.
The book boy couldn't help but be stunned when he saw what Sun Xuezheng was doing: "Sir, what are you doing?"
Sun Xuezheng immediately glared at him: "Don't ask what you shouldn't ask! Take out these poems and circulate them among many talented people to communicate with each other."
The book boy didn't dare to ask any more questions, so he immediately took the tray and went out.
Not long after, there was a flurry of discussion among the many talented people.
"How come the poem "Huanxisha Dragon Boat Festival" is so exquisite!? The beauty has been meeting for a thousand years, and the words are really the finishing touch!"
"Isn't this a new work written by Brother Shen?"
"Look at the signature!"
"Xu Qing?"
"Which of you knows this brother?"
"do not know……"
"How come Wang has never heard of Xu Qing in his many years in Yongzhou?"
In a small pavilion
A man held a manuscript that was copied by a servant: "Brother Shen, your reputation as the most talented person in Yongzhou should be given to others..."
Shen Xubai, who was dressed in a white scholar's robe, looked at the poem in his hand and shook his head and said: "The reputation of the number one talented scholar I have is just something that everyone touted in the past. It cannot be taken seriously. However, this talented man named Xu Qing can actually do it in such a short speech."
Having produced such a masterpiece of poetry that has been handed down from generation to generation within a short period of time, he is well-deserved to be named the number one talent in Yongzhou! I just don’t know who this Brother Xu is, otherwise Shen would definitely have to pay a visit to him!"
On top of a pavilion
The wise king also held a piece of "Huanxisha Dragon Boat Festival" that had been copied countless times. After reading it, he also said: "Good words!"
Then he looked at Xiao Ye, who was standing aside, and suddenly said out of anger: "The people around you are able to create such masterpieces at such a young age, but you know nothing about poetry, lyrics, and songs. My father gave birth to you."
What’s the use?!”
Xiao Ye stood there innocently and said: "Father, the child was born to the mother-in-law..."
The Xian Wang looked at Xiao Ye and snorted coldly: "If you don't have a father, how can you only rely on your mother and concubine... Ahem, my father won't discuss this issue with you!"
Xiao Ye rolled his eyes inadvertently and said: "Father, although my child has little education, please don't lie to me. The poem you just read, my child didn't hear anything about the poem that deserves to be passed down to the world. I still hope that my father will
Clear up confusion.”
The wise king glared at him and said: "I am not your master. If you don't understand something, you should ask your master. Why do you ask this king?!"
Xiao Ye knew that his father's thoughts were all on military books. He had only briefly read the Four Books and Five Classics once and never touched them again. It's hard to say that his father's literary background was not as good as his...
Take poetry writing as an example. I have never written one. My dear father has written one, but what is it about?
Piece after piece...
Two slices, three slices, four or five slices...
Five pieces, six pieces, seven or eight pieces...
Then I won’t write any more... I wrote it on a whim two years ago, and now the last sentence is still empty...
Is this the level?
Can he appreciate poems that he himself cannot appreciate?
It's just because many people outside are applauding, so naturally my father will also applaud him...
But he couldn't say it out loud. Once he said it out, he would retaliate against his beloved father one after another...
Maybe they will have to be carried out...
The wise king sighed and said: "Well, if you had half of Xu Qing's talent, I would be satisfied, just go on..."
Hearing that it was time to go out, Xiao Yerumeng left the pavilion with amnesty. When he walked outside, he suddenly noticed something was wrong...
Xu Qing?!
Didn’t he say he wasn’t interested in poetry?!
He...he can still write such a highly sought-after poem without the interest?!
He is lying to himself!
He actually lied to himself!
I obviously believe in him so much...
At this moment, Xiao Ye deeply felt how hypocritical this world was...
On another attic
"Look at this poem, I asked Xiaocui to go down and copy it."
A woman carefully spread out a piece of paper in her hand on the table as if it was a treasure. She still protected the paper with both hands, for fear of being snatched away.
According to the personal maid, it was not easy to copy this poem!
"Which song of "Huanxisha Dragon Boat Festival" is worn outside and is making a lot of noise?"
"Exactly that one!"
"Let me see it quickly!"
A woman next to Su Qian pulled Su Qian and said, "Sister Su, let's go read that poem too. You don't know, but the talented people outside have spread this poem like crazy!"
Su Qian shook her head and said, "I won't join in the fun, sister."
At this moment, she was still worried that Xu Qing would be punished for not being able to write poems. How could she bother to read any poems?