The banquet continues until now, and night has fallen.
The red palace lanterns are raised all around, which complements the bright moonlight.
Wanyan Hulan stretched out a smooth jade hand hidden in the sleeve of her robe and pointed at the vigorous ancient osmanthus in the courtyard: "The osmanthus flowers are fragrant in August, and this tree is very fragrant. Let's take this as the title."
This question is actually extremely simple.
Xu Ye's face blossomed into a smile.
In this day and age, poetry, lyrics, and poems adapted to the times and situations are the basic skills of today's scholars.
Themes such as expressing feelings about spring, summer, autumn and winter, chanting the moon, chanting plum blossoms, and chanting laurels are commonplace, but Kuang Xuye came prepared.
"Wanyan Kang, you come first?"
"Master Xu, please come first."
Xu Ye smiled proudly, walked towards the field with empty square steps, walked around the fallen flowers and fragrant ancient osmanthus in a serious manner, and then slowly chanted:
"There are solitary sweet-scented osmanthus flowers among thousands of trees, and there are none in the moonlight on a mid-autumn night. If Chang'e had a free field, why not plant two or three of them."
As soon as he finished reciting, Li Ke naturally and his younger brothers immediately praised him and praised him for his good poems.
"Young student is going to answer the question today, please give me your advice without hesitation!"
Xu Ye bowed, his pale face flushed with excitement.
Princess Qi's chess, calligraphy, and poetry are the best in Zhongdu. She is the first among the ten most talented women in the world. She is the goddess in the eyes of the noble children of Zhongdu.
This time, although Dou Shixuye came to Wanyan Kang to plot the BMW, if he could get Wanyan Hulan's comment, he would also be able to gain some fame, killing two birds with one stone.
A faint smile appeared on Wanyan Hulan's face.
In terms of quality, Xu Ye's poem was at best appropriate to the situation and relevant, barely satisfactory, but it had little aura or artistic conception, at least she didn't like it.
However, considering the status of these playboys, Xu Ye was able to complete the seven rhymes of a poem in a hurry, which is actually quite good.
"It can be called a masterpiece." Wanyan Hulan nodded slightly.
She is full of talent and learning but is not arrogant about her talent. She is also gentle and generous by nature, so this comment is partly out of kindness and partly out of nature, and she does not want to embarrass others.
Xu Ye was overjoyed and overwhelmed with pride. He pretended to be a celebrity and bowed to Wanyan Hulan: "This is my humble work. Thank you for your comments, Your Highness!"
Then he turned around and raised his hands to Wanyan Kang and said politely: "Young prince, please!"
Wanyan Kang couldn't help but want to laugh.
This guy is such a funny guy, he can't tell the difference between his eyebrows and his eyebrows. How can he take his casual polite words seriously?
Do you really think that you are a talented person who speaks well?
However, he still returned the gift casually and praised insincerely: "Young Master Xu is a great talent, I really admire him very much!"
"Haha, it's a prize, it's a prize!" Xu Ye was even more delighted. He was very high-spirited and quite proud of himself.
Not only was he praised by Princess Qi, but he also conquered his usual rival Wanyan Kang, and actually had him praise him as a "great talent". Xu Ye felt very happy.
He smiled brightly, and all the hostility toward Wanyan Kang seemed to have dissipated.
Li Ke snorted coldly.
Only then did Xu Ye wake up, the smile on his face quickly disappeared, and he said with a straight face: "Wanyan Kang, it's your turn."
…
Wan Yankang was not a literary major, so he could write essays well, but it was too difficult for him to write poetry, whether ancient poetry or modern poetry.
But don’t forget that he lives in an era of information explosion, and there shouldn’t be too many poems, songs, and other stuff in cyberspace.
In addition, the historical era in which he lived was inherently paradoxical, which gave him too much room for choice.
On the contrary, it was precisely because there were so many choices and he was not very professional that he was undecided as to which song was more suitable.
He looked up at the trees full of blooming sweet-scented osmanthus, raised his head again, and cast his gaze at the full moon in the sky through the petals of the branches and leaves, thinking that before he knew it, it was almost the Mid-Autumn Festival...
The moon is bright in my hometown, but where is my hometown now?
Xu Ye was really impatient with the waiting and urged: "Wanyan Kang, if you can't compose a poem, then you will admit defeat and procrastinate. What's the point?"
In fact, Li Ke and others couldn't hold it back for a long time. They had been brewing all kinds of ridicule and ridicule for a long time, just waiting for Wanyan Kang to stop suppressing it, and then they would rush in and start a group fight.
Although he couldn't hurt Wanyan Kang even a hair, as long as he lost his place in front of Wanyan Hulan, he felt very good.
The three people from Daxingguo blushed and lowered their heads. They couldn't bear to see Wanyan Kang make a fool of himself again.
This poetry is really their weakness.
Among the four, the one who is least literate is certainly Pu San Jiu Jin. The problem is that the young prince Wan Yankang is only slightly better than Pu San Jiu Jin.
I think back to last year, at the birthday banquet of King Zhao, in front of nearly a hundred dignitaries, Wan Yankang took the initiative when he was drunk and started to drink a poem, which made the whole audience burst into laughter.
The poem says: One cup, two cups, three or four cups, five cups, six cups, seven or eight cups, nine cups and ten cups to appetize, only a hundred cups and a thousand cups will make me drunk.
This poem made Li Ke and others laugh at Wanyan Kang for almost a whole year.
"Admit defeat, Wan Yan Kang, is it possible that we want to have another 'one, two, three, four cups'?"
Xu Ye laughed, and Li Ke and Ma Zai behind him also laughed.
Even Wanyan Hulan had a smile on her face.
Wanyan Kang was inexplicable. Although he didn't know the story of "one, two, three, four cups", he estimated that it was probably one of the scandals of his predecessor. He shrugged indifferently, and when everyone was laughing, he suddenly faced Wanyan and suddenly
Landao: "Princess, in this case, I will make a fool of myself!"
Wanyan Hulan nodded slightly: "Please."
After Wanyan Kang composed himself, he chanted in a cadence:
"Who can grind a flying mirror? It illuminates the universe and seals the mountains and rivers."
"The jade dew is cool and clear, washing the silvery autumn sky without waves. There is more light than the clear night, and it does not hinder the whirling of the osmanthus shadow."
"I sang a song to ask Chang'e, how about not getting drunk during the good night?"
After chanting, Wanyan laughed heartily, returned to his desk, raised his wine cup and drank it all in one gulp.
The year before last, he had recited Zhang Yanghao's poem to the music at the Mid-Autumn Festival party held by the war zone agency, and it had received widespread applause, but he never felt as joyful as he does now.
Maybe it’s because my mood, occasion, and background are all different.
Xuye and the others were dumbfounded when they heard this. The sarcasm and sneers on their faces were suppressed before they had time to restrain them. After a while, their faces were ashen and they sat stiffly on the spot.
He is also a scholar and has a good foundation in poetry. How could he not be knowledgeable?
If poems are divided into three, six or nine grades just like people, this poem must be a top-notch masterpiece that can be passed down to future generations for a long time!
The screams of Da Xingguo and others could be heard in his ears. Li Ke's face turned green, and his eyes were full of disbelief.
…
From the gag of "One, Two, Three, Four Cups" to the brilliant literary talent of "A Flying Mirror, Who Can Grind It", the contrast is really huge.
Wanyan Hulan was silent for a long time.
She sat quietly, her long sleeves moving slightly, and her eyes gleaming.
It's a clear night, the shadows of the trees are dancing, and the bright moon is shining brightly, making each other unobstructed.
A young man in brocade clothes sang loudly and danced alone under the moonlight.
Such a quiet and ethereal picture slowly formed before her eyes.
"I sang a song to ask Chang'e, how about not getting drunk during the good night?"
What a wonderful word.
Who is Chang'e, and why is she so sleepy in the good night? Why does "Laozi" sing so loudly that a drunkenness can relieve a thousand sorrows?
Wanyan Hulan murmured to herself, and her heartstrings were suddenly pulled at this moment. She couldn't help but stand up, turned her back to the crowd, and looked up at the bright moon.
…
Daxingguo took the opportunity to step forward and bowed: "Your Highness, brother Kang's poem has been published, please comment."
Wanyan Hulan sighed quietly, turned around and looked at the crowd: "The first half of this poem describes the scene, and the second half is lyrical. It turns and merges into one, using allusions without leaving any trace... This kind of situation, momentum, gorgeous rhythm, real
It is beyond my power, so I can only praise it, which is rare in ancient and modern times, but I am no longer qualified to comment."
Da Xingguo chuckled: "Your Highness is overly complimentary. In this bet, brother Kang has won. Xu Ye, accept your bet and admit defeat, and hurry up and write the IOU."
Xu Ye was sluggish and silent.
Li Ke suddenly stood up and said coldly: "Your Highness, I admit that this is a masterpiece of poetry, but is it possible that Wan Yankang could have composed it? He definitely plagiarized it from elsewhere!"
Xu Ye's eyes lit up and he immediately shouted: "That's right, Wanyan Kang is ignorant and incompetent, who in Zhongdu doesn't know? Who doesn't know? Your Highness, he must have copied this!"
The long-faced boy with swollen eyes, Pulugu, the eldest son of Puchanu, the Duke of Lu, jumped to his feet and shouted: "Wanyan Kang, you plagiarized poems in public, what crime do you deserve?!"
Daxingguo knocked on the case: "Come on, don't bet if you can't afford to lose. If you lose, just casually accuse someone of plagiarism. Do you have evidence? If you don't have evidence, don't be so stupid!"
Ma Liang also helped: "If it is said that Brother Kang plagiarized this poem from someone else, then may I ask the Marquis of Kaicheng, who wrote this poem? Where is it recorded? Bring the evidence!"
Li Ke folded his sleeves and sat down: "Huh, what the predecessors have done has its own source, but it needs to be checked carefully. Or if Wanyan Kang can prove his innocence, we will have nothing to say!"
"Yes, yes, let's prove our innocence!"
"It's nonsense. Whoever points out the evidence will be the one who provides the evidence!"
The two sides pinched again.
Wanyan Kang became an outsider, lowering his head and filled with emotion. Reciting this poem here and now reminded him of many things in his previous life.
Wanyanhui glanced at him suspiciously, turned to Wanyan Hulan and muttered: "Miss, do you believe that he composed the lyrics? Anyway, I don't believe it."
Wanyan Hulan's quiet eyes inadvertently glanced at Wanyan Kang's body, and then she quickly took it back. She said softly: "Whether you believe it or not, this laurel order will be spread all over the world, and it is comparable to Xuexi Shi's water-melody song.
Li Taibai's performance is comparable to that of three people."
Wanyanhui was speechless in surprise. She really didn't expect that the young lady would rate this poem so highly, that she would be compared with the two great poets, Su Xueshi and Li Taibai.
"But, little sister..."
Before he finished speaking, Wanyan Kang put down the wine bottle with a loud bang, stood up and returned to the stage again.
With a slight smile on his face, he bowed his head: "You don't have to argue. As for whether I plagiarized or not, the best way to verify is that we continue to bet! The bet is still the same as before, or the poem competition, please ask Your Highness to propose a question, no matter what
Who is it? I won’t refuse anyone who comes!”
There was a sudden silence in the field.
Wanyan Kang clapped his hands, with an expectant look on his face, and spoke in a high-pitched voice: "I need food, and you all want a BMW. Let's meet friends with poems today and have a lot of fun. Isn't it wonderful if you are willing to admit defeat and everyone gets what they need?"
"You can even fight in a round-robin battle. No matter how many games there are, if I lose one, I will tell the public that I have plagiarized, and I will let you deal with it. How about that?"