Li Jing laughed and said: "Old Wang, if you can't drink, just say, what's the matter with your own housekeeping skills?"
Wang Gui retorted: "I am a gentleman, the five of you are gentlemen. You are trying to trick me in the way of barbarians drinking wine. Don't you allow me to respond in the way of gentlemen? We have agreed to compose poems, one for each person, and those who cannot compose will drink."
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Li Er sat in the main seat and watched them attack each other. He grabbed two grapes and tasted them slowly. Whether he was composing poems or fighting over wine, it was nothing to him. Chai Shao could not sit still. He was also good at both civil and military arts.
, when he was wandering around Chang'an in his early years, he was a famous prodigal leader.
Li Jing was not afraid, he could be regarded as a literate man, but it was a pity that Li Ji was born in a banditry and had no ability to compose poems. When he saw Changsun Chong holding a drumstick and giggling, he immediately grabbed him and pinned him to his side, preparing to use him as a gunman.
Changsun Wuji asked Li Ji depressedly: "Why are you holding my son? If you want to help him, you should help me."
"Changsun, what you said is wrong. You have squeezed into the civil service. That is your business, but your son is a captain under me. When the commander is in trouble, shouldn't he, a captain, be the one to take the lead?"
Changsun Wuji, Fang Xuanling and others even sneered at his rogue methods. Li Ji always found a different way to do things and did not follow the right path. When marrying a girl, he would ask the queen for help and paint his face with gold.
"Boy, when I compose poems later, you can do the work for me and your Uncle Qin, Uncle Niu, and Uncle Yuchi. It doesn't matter how good you are at reading it, just get in there."
Cheng Yaojin had arranged a task for Yun Ye early. As for Li Chengqian, he had been taken away by Li Xiaogong and Li Daozong. Li Huairen was kicked twice for this. Composing poems was too difficult for him.
Wang Gui didn't care, they were just a few boys. He, Fang Xuanling, and Du Ruhui were all great poets. Changsun Wuji and Chai Shao were not ordinary people either. Except for Li Jing, who was considered the number one person, the people opposite him were not enough.
In terms of theory, Yun Ye is very good at arithmetic, but his poetry is weak. I have never heard of him writing any famous poems. Changsun Chong is a little famous, but against him, I don't believe he can turn out the palm of his hand.
The emperor was the natural judge, which made him very dissatisfied and a little disappointed. He liked to compose poems at banquets, but his status was always a constraint. Every time he had a banquet, he was the judge for thousands of years.
According to Li Er's temperament, he will make things difficult for others if he is dissatisfied. If he doesn't have a role, if he doesn't have fun, others won't have fun either. He sets the rules by opening his mouth. Since he is composing poetry, he must be within the rules and comply with the rules.
The rhythm of the poem can no longer be like the nonsense that Yaojin recited last time, "Oh my mom, there is such a big tree branch", it must have meaning.
When the rules came out, the generals complained incessantly. They used to rely on jingles like a big tree branch to get by. Your Majesty is blatantly showing favoritism for civil servants.
"Boy, do you have any questions? Your Majesty has raised the difficulty level a lot. It looks like it's not easy to mess with." Cheng Yaojin asked Yun Ye worriedly. He also knew that poetry was not Yun Ye's strong point, but it was okay for a general to embarrass himself, but he absolutely couldn't.
It is the tradition of Tang soldiers to be timid in battle and to bite off three ounces of the enemy's flesh even if they die.
"Uncle, don't worry. Xiaomei, the poem you made before is pretty good."
"That's nonsense. That's what I'm talking about because I'm in a hurry. It's over. Boy, you even like my poems. You will probably lose this poetry competition." Niu Jinda, Qin Qiong, and Yuchi Gong also felt that something was wrong.
"Uncle, the poems they make are just word games. They just arrange some words here and there. Really, everyone writes poems based on their feelings, integrating their soul and body into it. It can be said that the spirit and spirit are not the same.
Either way, the poems produced in this way are either sad and angry, generous, heroic, or concerned about the country and the people. The big picture can reveal the grandeur, and the torture of the soul can make people think. The rest is just a pile of words, what does that mean?
poetry."
Hearing Yun Ye's blowing, Cheng Yaojin and others finally let go of their worries. However, Wang Gui, who was sitting aside and overheard, got angry and shouted: "I'm so angry, boy, how dare you blow so wildly?"
You despise the sages, if you can't pile up a few rhyming poems for me today, I will go to Yushan tomorrow to see how you can teach your children."
After scolding Yun Ye, he even added some embarrassment to Yun Ye's comments on everyone's poems. Fang Xuanling, Du Ruhui, Changsun Wuji, and Chai Shao's faces suddenly turned dark, and they all scolded Yun Ye for not knowing how high the sky is and how high he is.
, spoke so unfavorably of Tian Wenhua, and asked him to give an explanation.
Yun Ye thought for a long time but couldn't think of any famous poems that were published during the Zhenguan period. The two poems that Li Er retained were recorded because he was the emperor and historians gave him some face. As for other people's poems, they were actually recorded.
Never heard of it.
"You have such a loud tone, boy. Hezhe rhyme is a new rhythm. It is something that I only had in the early years of the Tang Dynasty. Since you are so generous, you can recite a good one for me. Otherwise, Wang Qing will mark it."
I won’t take care of it, Yushan.”
Yun Ye stood up and saluted Wang Gui and said, "Young man, I just mentioned Meng Lang. Please forgive me, sir." Wang Gui's face relaxed when he heard Yun Ye say again: "Young man is a student of arithmetic, and he discovered that there are many things in this world.
Everything can be based on evidence, and poetry is no exception. Using arithmetic arrangement methods, you can indeed pile up many poems that follow the same rhymes. Some of them are very beautiful. For example, the two lines of poems that my uncle Cheng read are very beautiful.
beautiful."
Wang Gui almost vomited blood. Using arithmetic arrangements to compose poems was too much to deceive others.
Li Er comforted Old Wang Gui, who was about to go berserk, and gritted his teeth and said to Yun Ye: "Okay, please explain to me your uncle Cheng's famous poem about the fork of a dead tree. Oh my god, it's such a big fork.
What is the beauty of these two sentences?"
The generals all looked at Yun Ye worriedly. Even they didn't see the point in these two sentences. They were just plain talk.
Walking to the middle of the field, Yun Ye made a bow and said with a smile: "Elders, you were too impatient at the time. I, Uncle Cheng, have two lines that I haven't read out yet. As long as they are connected together, it will be a wonderful poem."
They rhyme with each other.”
"Read it quickly, I'm waiting to go to Yushan tomorrow to settle the score with Li Gang."
"Oh my God, what a big tree branch. When spring comes, the moss becomes the leaves, and when the winter comes, the snow becomes the flowers." Yun Ye just finished reading, and the generals immediately cheered. Even Li Er had to admit that it was indeed a poem.
A good poem. The first two sentences are straightforward, and the last two sentences immediately describe the shape of the dead tree vividly. No great talent can write such a poem.
Wang Gui, who was ready to explode at any time, was stunned. Poetry can still be done like this? What is this? No, it was done a long time ago. Maybe Cheng Yaojin found someone to save face, and everyone who found him will continue it. It must be on the spot.
proposition.
He waved his hand to stop the noisy generals, especially Cheng Yaojin, who had long told others that this was what I thought at the beginning, and it was because you didn't give me a chance to shine. Seeing Wang Gui wanting everyone to be quiet, he started laughing even more vigorously.
When everyone's laughter was over, Wang Gui said: "Boy Yun, if you read another poem about snow, I will be convinced. Who knows if Cheng Zhijie asked a great scholar from your academy to write this poem.
Yun Ye smiled and said, "It's just a matter of making up the words. It's simple. You don't have to be particular about the words for a short period of time. Just rhyme with them. If you want a good poem, go back and pick some good words from the rhymes that have been arranged for printing in the academy. Listen."
Well, the sky and the earth are unified, there are black holes in the well, white on the yellow dog, and swollen on the white dog.”
"It's over, a thousand years of civilization, destroyed in one day!" Wang Gui sat back on his seat and screamed. This poem is indeed not much of a poem, but its rhyme and rhyme are impeccable.
"Yezi, you said that after we go back, we just need to separate all the rhymes and rhymes of all the words, and then classify them into categories. What kind of poem do you want to compose in the end? We can combine those words again and again, and finally the combination will be smooth, and it will become a poem?"
"It's probably hard to write good poetry, but it's enough for a banquet."
Hearing Yun Ye and Li Huairen singing and talking, Wang Gui always felt that something was wrong, but in the face of the facts, he had to admit it, and he was sweating profusely in an instant.
"It turns out that this is what writing poetry is all about. Lao Wang, Lao Fang, you are too unreasonable. If you had told your brothers earlier, it would have been over. You have made us look bad for many years. You are really not friends enough."
Li Ji finally caught the topic and satirized the civil servants in a weird way. Li Er suddenly pointed out the case and said loudly: "Boy, I almost got fooled by you. A poet has his ambitions. His ambition is in his heart, and his speech is his poem. What's more,
"Poems express aspirations, songs express words, the sound lasts forever, and the rhythm and harmony are harmonious. If you simply call poetry a pile of words, you are looking down on the world's scholars. If you have the ability, you can pile up a masterpiece in front of the audience.
Only then can I be a heel. Besides, it’s not too late to talk about your fallacies. Let’s use the wine in front of me as the topic. Boy, I’m waiting for you to give me a surprise.
Looking at the amber wine in front of him, Yun Ye suddenly felt that Li Er's question was not too difficult, so he asked the waiter: "What kind of wine is this?"
The waiter replied in a low voice: "Back to the Marquis, this is Lanling Fine Wine." Yun Ye nodded, asked for a large piece of paper, and wrote the words "Lanling Fine Wine" at the beginning. He then asked the waiter: "What is soaked in this wine?"
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"Back to the Marquis, I soaked tulips, so it tastes fragrant." Yun Ye nodded and added the three words "tulip" on it. After writing, he ran to Li Er and looked at his wine bowl. Others were porcelain.
Cup, he was the only one using a jade bowl. After looking at it carefully for a while, he returned to the paper and wrote the word "jade bowl". He scratched his head and added the five words "full of amber". These five words
As soon as the word came out, Wang Gui immediately sneered.
Changsun Chong kept whispering to Yun Ye that the rhyme was wrong. Yun Ye thought for a moment, then changed the word "色" to the word "光", and after thinking about it, he changed the word "full" to "full", and then nodded with satisfaction.
Xue Wanren smiled and said to Chai Shao: "The last time we drank on the grassland, I drank so much that I couldn't even find the tent. This kind of sweet wine is not as good as the Yun family's wine."
Yun Ye seemed to have divine help. He wrote it in one breath, but the host could get drunk and wonder where his hometown was. After writing, he put down the pen, cleared his throat and read loudly: "Lanling fine wine, tulips, come in the jade bowl."
The amber light makes the host drunk and the guests unaware of where they are."
Li Er read this poem several times and sighed. He felt that composing poems was very boring. Yun Ye was like killing a pig for such an elegant thing. He took out his intestines and lungs and pieced together this poem. What a beautiful poem. It turns out that poetry can be written like this, without any sense of conception.
Wang Gui burst into tears, Fang Xuanling and Du Ruhui looked livid, Changsun Wuji looked gloomy and uncertain, and Yun Ye looked increasingly suspicious. (To be continued. Please search Piaotian Literature, the novel will be better and updated faster!)