Zhao Xun knows Luo Shaoyuan very well. This guy is a typical example of a man who has a lot of gold but a lot of trouble.
Luo Shaoyuan may be able to appreciate some poems and comment on them in a decent way. But asking him to compose poems is simply too difficult.
But the rules were like this, and Luo Shaoyuan had no choice.
It can only be said that you are trapped in your own cocoon and accept your defeat if you are unlucky.
Luo Shaoyuan searched his guts, thought about all the images related to autumn, and forced himself to say:
"Watch the waxing and waning of the moon as it comes to autumn."
Everyone couldn't help but frown.
This sentence is worse than Zhang Yu’s sentence just now.
It can be said that apart from complying with the rules of Feihua Order, this sentence has no merit at all. It is just a pile of rhetorical images and has no sense of beauty at all.
Poetry is about an artistic conception, and artistic conception cannot be learned, it can only be understood.
Luo Shaoyuan is obviously a person with no understanding. He has to use all his strength to piece together this sentence, which is extremely difficult.
Luo Shaoyuan also knew that he was making a fool of himself, so he hurriedly placed the wine glass on the cup holder, pushed it gently and let it flow down the river.
Then several more people wrote poems one after another.
The poems he recited were extremely ordinary and nothing outstanding.
Zhao Xun thought to himself, is this it?
This Qujiang Poetry Club is nothing more than that.
It's really a bit head-scratching to see these mediocre people dancing around like crazy.
However, the wine glass seemed to be possessed by a maniac and would not stop in front of Zhao Xun.
etc...
This is a world of practitioners, and literati can also practice.
If there are practitioners in the venue and rely on their breath to control the stop position of the wine glass, wouldn't it be equivalent to going to a casino to gamble and cheat?
Except for Luo Shaoyuan, a dandy with an empty stomach, everyone who came to the Qujiang Poetry Banquet must be looking for limelight, right?
Thinking of this, Zhao Xun held his breath and began to feel the fluctuations of vitality in the cabin.
This is a unique skill of the Taoist sect. Zhao Xun begged his mentor Wu Quanyi for a long time before he taught it to Zhao Xun.
Although it is not as good as the mind-observation technique, it is enough for judging whether there are practitioners around.
You don't know if you don't look at Qi, but Zhao Xun was shocked when he looked at it.
There were actually more than a dozen practitioners in the cabin.
Although Zhao Xun could not judge their grades, one thing was certain. Some of these people were cheating and used their true energy to change the stop position of the wine glass.
Zhao Xun sneered in his heart.
It's okay to be a con man, but his poetry is so bad, it's like bad money drives out good money.
Zhao Xun felt that he needed to show his true skills and tell them who was the real king.
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After one round of chanting, another round begins.
This time, it was still Li Jianye, the crown prince of Prince Qi, who asked the question.
Li Jianye ordered night.
"Entering the underwater beach of an isolated village at night."
After His Highness the Crown Prince chanted, he placed the wine glass in the cup holder and let it flow down the upstream.
This time Zhao Xun did not stand still, but forced out the true energy in his body and held the wine glass in front of him.
He has a reputation for poetry and has long been a household name in Chang'an City.
This time, everyone's eyes in the boat were focused on Zhao Xun.
Zhao Xun smiled slightly, picked up the wine glass, and casually chanted: "Last night there was a slight frost and I first crossed the river."
After hearing this, Li Jianye nodded frequently: "How wonderful that last night, when we first crossed the river in the frost, the poems written by Ming Yun actually intertextualized with those of this prince. It's wonderful, it's really wonderful."
"His Royal Highness is recovering."
Zhao Xun bowed his hands slightly to thank him, and then put the wine glass into the ditch.
He didn't use Wang Zha as soon as he came up, just to see the reaction of everyone present.
If there are still people who are ignorant and dare to provoke, Zhao Xun can increase his efforts.
Sure enough, several people wrote poems one after another, but none of them were as good as Zhao Xun's.
Maybe it was Zhao Xun who whetted his appetite, but Li Jianye still felt that the poems written by others were not interesting enough.
The Feihua Order took too long to complete one circle, and Zhao Xun might not have the chance to compose a poem. His Royal Highness temporarily changed the rules, canceled the Qingshui Shang and Feihua Order, and chose the simple and crude ordering of troops and generals mode.
Click on someone to write a poem!
No one had anything to say about this.
Those in power make the rules, this has been the pattern since ancient times.
As participants, they can only adapt to the rules.
Li Jianye still had some ink in his stomach. He felt that the poems written by everyone just now, including Zhao Xun, were too literary and lacked some heroic spirit, so he thought about pulling back.
"The great Zhou Dynasty established its country with force, and the men were all determined to serve the country. They wished they could fight outside the fortress and wrap their bodies in horse leather. Let's write a poem using the image of the frontier fortress today. Mingyun, can you give us a name?"
Zhao Xun was not surprised to be given the first nod by His Royal Highness.
He cupped his hands at Li Jianye and then chanted:
"The bright moon rises above the Tianshan Mountains, among the vast sea of clouds.
The wind blows tens of thousands of miles and blows through Yumen Pass.
The Han descended to Baideng Road, and the Hu took a peek at Qinghai Bay.
The origin of the battle was that no one returned.
The garrisonmen looked at the side with a sad look on their faces as they thought about returning home.
The tall building is like this night, and there is no time to sigh."
After reciting the poem, Zhao Xun let out a long sigh of relief.
As soon as this poem came out, it can be said that it shocked everyone.
It took Li Jianye a long time to react.
"Ming Yun's poem... is really a masterpiece. It has traveled thousands of miles, the garrison is longing for home, the daughter-in-law is far away, it is powerful and sad, powerful and sad!"
Li Jianye’s comments hit the point.
But obviously some people are not convinced.
Lantian Zhang Yu, who had shown his face before, jumped out first and said: "Zhao Gongzi's poem is indeed good, but it is more powerful and tragic than heroic. It is a pity."
Huh? Zhao Xun really didn't expect that someone would take the initiative to touch porcelain, and do it with such no technical content.
He could have said, "You can do it, you can do it" to see how capable Zhang Yu is.
But this is a bit pricey.
After thinking about it, Zhao Xun smiled and said: "Your Highness, can Zhao compose a few more songs?"
Li Jianye was stunned when he heard this.
How many more songs will you compose?
Even for the most gifted literati, writing a poem in seven steps is already the limit.
How many songs did Zhao Xun have to compose in a short period of time?
"Of course. Please do so."
Li Jianye really wanted to see where Zhao Xun's limit was.
Zhao Xun bowed his hands to express his gratitude, then closed his eyes and began to process his emotions.
"When you are riding a bicycle, you want to ask where you are, but you belong to the country and have passed away.
Zheng Peng left Hansai, returned to Yan and entered Hutian.
The desert is solitary and the smoke is straight, and the sun is setting over the long river.
When Xiao Guan is waiting to ride, he will always protect Yan Ran."
After reciting one poem, he took a breath and then composed another one.
"Qinghai is covered by long clouds and covered with snow-capped mountains, and the isolated city looks out over Yumen Pass.
Yellow sand will wear golden armor in a hundred battles, and Loulan will never be returned until it is broken."
Finish one song and start another.
"Far above the Yellow River, among the white clouds, there is an isolated city called Wanren Mountain.
Why bamboo flute complain willow, spring is not degree Pass."
Zhao Xun was excited to kill, and continued to chant with high spirits:
"Glow-in-the-dark cup of fine grape wine. If you want to drink, Pipa will remind you right away.
Don't laugh at me lying drunk on the battlefield. How many people have fought in ancient times?"
The killing was crazy. Now Zhao Xun was completely crazy about killing. He looked around and said loudly:
“Draw your bow with strength, and use arrows with length.
To shoot a man, shoot a horse first; to capture a thief, capture the king first.
There is also a limit to killing people, and every country has its own borders.
If you can control the invasion of the mausoleum, how can you kill more people!"