"Xiao Chen, today's event is even more unprecedented. You can use the Dengyuan Fireworks as the theme and write a few more poems to ask for advice from the distinguished guests from Japan's friendly countries!" Li Wanjiang's face was red and he was extremely happy when he saw Nishimura Zhicun and others.
Everything was wilted, and my heart was even more happy.
Why don't you say anything? Everyone?
"Emperor, Mr. Xiao Chen, you don't dare to ask us for advice. He is really awesome, and we are convinced! Just ask Mr. Xiao to write a poem, and we can just listen..." Nishimura Shicun simply said
Don't dare to challenge anymore.
Today is embarrassing enough, but we can't let it go on any longer.
"Hahaha, Nishimura Zhicun is so humble. Xiao Chen, look at this person, then look at you, you are so frivolous with such a little talent!" Although Li Wanjiang's words were meant to reprimand Xiao Chen, but the big guy
It always sounds like you are praising Xiao Chen?
"The emperor is sorry! What does my little literary talent really mean? To say that the greatest literary talent in the Zhou Dynasty is actually the emperor. The emperor has the world in mind, is wise and powerful, and does not like this kind of writing skills at all, otherwise
As long as the emperor opens his mouth, the ministers and others will be like the broken stars and the moon, unable to compete with the emperor!" Xiao Chen said hurriedly.
The flattery is quite good, but what is the basis for it?
But I heard Xiao Chen say again, "I know that when the emperor was young, he occasionally liked to compose poems for fun. I once heard from Zhu Xiaochuan, Lord Zhu, that you wrote a poem one year when you were visiting the lantern market during the Lantern Festival.
, Zhu Houye chanted to me, and I will always remember it in my heart."
Zhu Xiaochuan was stunned when he heard this. Is this happening? Damn it, why didn’t I know?
When did I tell you? No!
It is true that the emperor is wise and powerful, but he rarely writes poems. It can be said that except for the one he gave to you when you went on an expedition last year, he has almost never written any poems.
To tell you the truth, he asked Jiangdong Wang Li Yiyi to make that song...
You kid, please don't talk nonsense. It doesn't matter if you talk nonsense. What's wrong with dragging me into it?
However, Xiao Chen's emotions had already been brewing, and he recited with an emotional look, "Last year on the Lantern Festival, the lights in the flower market were like daylight, and the moon was above the willow branches. People made appointments after dusk. On the Lantern Festival this year, the moon and the lamps were still the same, but they were gone.
Last year, the sleeves of spring shirts were wet with tears!"
Everyone was stunned when they heard it!
Oh my, what a wonderful poem, an eternal song. This is it.
It turns out that you, the emperor, are the one who hides your secrets. No wonder you are the emperor, versatile in both civil and military affairs, and omnipotent!
Nishimura Zhicun and others knelt down directly to Li Wanjiang, and they were truly convinced this time.
Fortunately, we didn't make a fool of ourselves again. Let's take the poem "Emperor of the Zhou Dynasty" as an example. I'm afraid that even all the talented people in Japan wouldn't be able to complete it in a hundred years!
Bagya Road is really great.
Xiao Chen is a real tiger, but your emperor pretends to be a pig and eats the tiger. Are you, the emperor and his ministers, having a pretty good time?
He just treated us all like idiots.
Li Wanjiang said no, was this poem written by me? Why don’t I remember it? This is the first time I have heard Ang...
Come on! Give me, Xiao Chen, Aiqing another glass of royal wine!
If not for anything else, it was because of his loyalty to me. If he hadn't been so loyal to me, how could he have kept in his heart a little poem that I casually recited back then?
It shows that he has me in his heart!
Of course I am also passionate. I fell in love with a beautiful woman back then. Unfortunately, if I want to be the emperor, I will not be able to live in seclusion in the mountains and forests with her and grow old together. This happened decades ago.
The poem that Xiao Chen gave to Prince Yimu just now made me feel the same way... In this world, we can live up to our country and our country!
"My dear, you also know that I don't like poetic techniques, but you publish my old works to the public. What's the reason? I wanted to be punished, but I saw that you were drunk. I just gave it up. You can write a few more poems yourself!"
"My lord, I obey the order!"
"The emperor's city is filled with moonlight, and the narrow thoroughfares are filled with fragrant carriages and precious chariots. I am lucky enough to witness the prosperity of the country, and I am ashamed to chase the villagers Sai Zigu."
Xiao Chen was writing a poem according to the order, so the first poem had to be composed accordingly and could not be used at will.
"Come again!" Li Wanjiang said in his heart that this boy is really sensible, but his shortcoming is that he is too sensible, which makes me unable to kill him even if I want to!
"Fire trees and silver flowers are planted, star bridges are opened with golden locks, the dark fragrance goes with the wind, the bright moon comes chasing people, all the players are thick with plums, all the songs are falling, the fengyang can't help but the night, the jade leaks don't rush each other."
"Nine streets are lined with lamps and shadows, thousands of gates are filled with moonlight, treasures are riding out of the beautiful city, and incense-seeking carriages are on the winding roads. It is so bright but I am worried about the dawn. I travel around without asking about my home, and when the water purge comes, plum blossoms fall everywhere."
Xiao Chen's second and third poems are still composed poems, and he also explained by the way that he just went to visit a brothel. That's just because our Fengyang City is full of scenery, with nine streets connected with lights, thousands of moonlights, and alluring treasures.
Riding a fragrant car on the road, in such a prosperous world, it is not forbidden to enjoy the pleasure of clearing the hair and falling plum blossoms...
"Come again." Li Wanjiang thought to himself, are you going to become a spirit?
"Thousands of light thunders and countless flowers, the flowing light scatters to the end of the world. The wind and dew can separate the dreams, and I don't ask Dongjun to beg for his wealth."
"Qing'e has been weeping for a long time and is desolate. Suddenly she sees the clouds blooming with colorful light. It is suspected that the human world knows the cold and warm, and the distant light is transmitted to protect against the cold and frost."
"There is a tide of flowers in the clear sky and blue sea. It is easy to grow into spring and easy to sell. Don't ask how beautiful it can be. It is a pity that it blooms and fades in one day."
"I'm afraid that the spring light is the best, and the sky is full of smoke and the red lotus flowers are dimmed. Who knows that after seeing all the prosperity, I will feel a little sad in a dream."
Xiao Chen composed four quatrains in one breath, the first of which was exquisite!
Although the poem is desolate and full of helplessness and regret, life is not like that.
How splendid the faceless fireworks are, but when the prosperity fades away, all that remains is a dream and sorrow!
The Lantern Festival that night ended happily, and Xiao Chen finally fell drunk under the frequent toasts from everyone.
This time, he was really drunk.
When I woke up early the next morning, I felt a dry mouth and a splitting headache. Damn it, the wine I drank in Yihongyuan must have been fake!
On the ground!
"Boss, what's wrong with you?" Fu Yan saw him coming out with a sad face, covering his head, and quickly poured him a cup of hot tea.
"Headache! What kind of tea should I drink this morning? I'm starving to death. It's only right to get something to eat." Xiao Chen's stomach was so hungry that he growled.
"It's morning, it's already afternoon." Fu Yan said with a smile, "Boss, you Huang Liang Yimeng, you have had enough sleep."
"Don't tell me, I really had a big dream. I dreamed of composing poems at the Lantern Festival, and I defeated them all, hahaha..." Xiao Chen smiled and couldn't stop laughing.
came out, because the way Fu Yan looked at him seemed to be...
"Boss, were you really that drunk last night? You weren't dreaming, it was all real!" Fu Yan's eyes were full of anxiety now, "Did you forget that the emperor summoned you to the palace last night?
Oh my god, you didn’t go crazy and offend the emperor by drinking too much at the Lantern Festival, did you?”
Damn it?
Xiao Chen was also shocked when he heard this.
It turns out that the dream I had last night was not a dream, but something that really happened? This chapter has been completed!