When everyone in Prince Jing's Mansion was dissing at the Poetry Party in the Pergola of Prince Yu's Mansion, the chamberlain who had just left hurriedly left and returned, holding a piece of rice paper with wet ink in his hand.
"Your Highness, Mr. Zhu Ping'an next door has finally composed a poem, and this is the first line he has written." The chamberlain's excited Xiao Chu came to King Jing, holding rice paper in both hands, and presented it to King Jing like a treasure.
King Jing had previously ordered his chamberlain to pay attention to the news about Zhu Ping'an from Prince Yu's Mansion, so as soon as the news came from Prince Yu's Mansion, the chamberlain hurriedly came to report to King Jing, regardless of whether he had finished the poem.
"Well, very good." King Jing nodded.
After the chamberlain presented the rice paper, he left again. It was estimated that the second verse of Zhu Pingan's poem had also been heard from Prince Yu's palace. He wanted to present Zhu Pingan's poem to His Highness as soon as possible.
King Jing picked up the rice paper, glanced at it, and said in surprise, "Huh?"
Qian Dongyang, Xu Pu, Li Dongtang and others heard King Jing's surprised sigh and couldn't help but tense up. Could it be that Zhu Ping'an's poems were so well written?! His Highness was even surprised.
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"Your Highness, having fun alone is not as good as having fun together, so we should appreciate the wonderful writings together..." Qian Dongyang cupped his hands towards King Jing and said with a smile.
"Oh. Haha, sir, please take a look." King Jing smiled and handed the rice paper in his hand to Qian Dongyang.
"Huh?" Qian Dongyang took the rice paper, glanced at it, and let out a surprised sigh just like King Jing just now.
"Mr. Qian, what's wrong? What was the first sentence Zhu Ping'an wrote?" Li Dongtang couldn't sit still in his chair, stood up and asked curiously.
"Haha, you can see for yourself." Qian Dongyang smiled slightly and handed the rice paper in his hand to Li Dongtang.
"Looking at a pair of Xiangjiang jades..."
After Li Dongtang took the rice paper, he read the verses on the rice paper aloud. After reading, Li Dongtang muttered with a strange expression, "He is still the number one scholar. This sentence is too ordinary, right?"
"No."
"Otherwise, how could His Highness and Mr. Qian be surprised?"
"It's full of scholarly taste and makes your teeth sore..."
After everyone in Prince Jing's Mansion listened to the first line of Zhu Pingan's poem, they couldn't help but shake their heads. They agreed with Li Dongtang's comments and felt that Zhu Pingan's poem was too ordinary and he really deserved the title of Number One Scholar.
"Your Highness, Master Zhu Pingan's second poem has arrived..."
When everyone criticized the first line of Zhu Pingan's poem, the chamberlain came again holding rice paper and presented the second line of Zhu Pingan's poem to King Jing.
This time, King Jing was no longer surprised after reading it. After reading it, he directly handed the rice paper to Qian Dongyang.
Qian Dongyang glanced at it, slightly curved his mouth, and handed it to Li Dongtang after reading it.
"The second concubine once shed tears with stains..."
Li Dongtang read this line of poetry loudly again. After reading it, he shook his head again and sneered, "As soon as Zhu Ping'an's line came out, the whole poem became more scholarly, sour, very sour, and had no aura at all.
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"Hahaha……"
"From the world of food and drink to the world of love between men and women, haha, the champion is really young and full of energy."
"Looking at a pair of Xiangjiang jades side by side, the two concubines once shed tears stained this poem. That's it. There is no need to read further."
Everyone in Prince Jing's Mansion burst into laughter and dissed Zhu Ping'an one after another.
"Your Highness, in my opinion, we don't need to wait for the second half of Zhu Ping'an's poems. His poems are only at this level. According to my statistics, Prince Yu's Mansion next door has already written 10 to 16 poems, and almost everyone has one poem.
Well, I thought I could comment on the masterpiece." Tu Dade, the third official in Prince Jing's Mansion, stood up and suggested with his hands in hand.
The reason why Tu Dade said this is because King Jing said at the beginning of the poetry meeting that when selecting outstanding works today, the poems from the Pergola Poetry Meeting of Prince Yu's Mansion will also be included in the selection together with the poems from the Zuibai Poetry Meeting.
As for, if a poem written by Prince Yu's Mansion is selected as an excellent work and wins a prize, King Jing will send the prize to Prince Yu's Mansion and give it to the owner of the poem.
"Well, yes, Your Highness."
"Basically all the poems in Prince Yu's palace are ready. As for Zhu Ping'an's poem, I don't think we need to wait, haha."
"It makes sense. The poems produced by the Pergola Poetry Club are just like that. Any poem from our Poetry Club is considered to be a top-notch work by them. I think there is no need to waste time waiting any longer."
Tu Dade's proposal was unanimously approved by many people in Prince Jing's Mansion.
"Qian Lao beats people, Mr. Xu, what do you think?" King Jing looked at Qian Dongyang, Xu Pu and others for advice.
"It's hard to go against public opinion, and it's not too late to comment and wait." Qian Dongyang thought for a while and replied.
Xu Pu also nodded after hearing this.
"In that case, let's comment and wait." King Jing nodded.
In fact, now that the poetry fair is going on, there are singers reciting poems, and everyone has an idea of the good works in the poetry fair. However, we still follow the rules and pass the poems on the table to everyone for comment and selection.
"Throughout the ages, the Qinhuai River flowed eastward and circled the old capital. After the army in the south of the Yangtze River, I was worried about killing Yu Lancheng! This poem by Mr. Wang, praising the Qinhuai River and reflecting on the past and present, can be said to be one of the more outstanding works tonight."
Xu Pu picked up a poem, read it softly, and commented and recommended it.
"Haha, the old stories of the Southern Dynasties are in Wucheng, and the motherland is scattered. Hundreds of emotions are reflected. The willow shadows follow the chariot to the end of the world, and the Yanghua River turns into duckweed. Your Majesty, Xu Puxu's "Guangling" ode to history is really eye-catching and inspiring.
When one thinks deeply, although there is no first-class composition, in my opinion, Mr. Xu’s "Guangling" is the best tonight, and it is well deserved."
After Xu Pu's words fell behind, Qian Dongyang picked out Xu Pu's poems from among the poems and commented while stroking his beard.
"Mr. Qian has given me the award. How can my song "Guangling" compare to Mr. Lao's "Niannujiao·Stone City"? My poems are slightly inferior to the poems of Mr. Wang that I just read.
How can it be compared with Mr. Lao's "Niannujiao·Stone City"." Xu Pu said, reciting Qian Dongyang's poem with great emotion: "The hanging rock is thousands of feet long, borrowing the European sword and the Wu ax
, cut into a city wall. Thousands of miles of golden city cannot be returned, thousands of miles of torrential waves are spraying. Wang Jun's tower ship, pointing straight at it, the wind is so strong that it never stops. The bow of the ship is lined with torches, easily burning the iron ropes;
Now spring is passing and autumn is coming, the river is full of mist and rain, and thousands of troops are plundering. They are calling out the prosperity and waste of the Six Dynasties, and are calling for the ruins of Xiaoling Palace. The mountains are desolate, the river is strong and fast, and the tide is beating at the foot of the empty city. There are several sounds of fishing flutes and reed flowers.
The wind is blowing."
"This work by Mr. Qian is not inferior to Su Zi's "Red Cliff Nostalgia". It looks back on the present and recalls the past, with a desolate style. It expresses the emotion that the winds and clouds are fleeting, but the green mountains are always there. He advises us to use history as a mirror so that the world can be unified.
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After Xu Pu finished reading, he highly praised Qian Dongyang's poems.
"Where where"
Qian Dongyang shook his head modestly, but the smile on his face was very strong.
For a time, Prince Jing's Mansion entered a stage of mutual business promotion.