The poetry gatherings that He Fang had experienced before were actually at most a family gathering for Emperor Yanjun and a few princesses, and today's participants were more civil and military officials and envoys from various countries, so the quality of the poems produced varied.
Qi, there were some who did extremely well, and there were also those who were just pretending to be good, and even worse, there were also a lot of nonsense, which caused everyone to burst into laughter.
It was the turn of the second princess, Di Shuxuan. She first threw the pot, and there was no doubt that she was wrong. Then she drew a piece of paper, and when she opened it, she wrote the word "month" on it.
Emperor Shuxuan frowned and thought for less than three seconds before speaking confidently:
"The smoke and shadows in the sky are light, and the moon is always cold at night. It is a good time to travel in the fields, and the stream of light chases the saddle. It is clear that the vastness of the Silver Mountains obscures the difficulty of the journey. The place where the barracks is chanting is leisurely and peaceful."
"good……"
"What a poem..."
"This five-character rhyme is really wonderful...!"
As soon as Di Shuxuan finished speaking, there were cheers and applause all around, and even Di Yanjun nodded in affirmation.
Di Shuxuan smiled and pretended to be modest, but she could not hide her arrogant and smug expression, and from time to time she gave Diriya a provocative look, which made Diriya so angry that her teeth itched.
However, what they didn't know was that Emperor Shuxuan actually thought hard about this poem for several days before coming up with it. Then before the banquet started, she sold the eunuch who signed the origami paper and tampered with it. Her purpose of doing this was to
It was a shame to lose to such a eunuch like He Fang in the poetry meeting before I was washed.
Di Shuxuan returned to her seat, and Di Erya was next to appear.
He Fang originally thought that with Di Erya's skill, it would be easy to throw a pot, and he would not need it at all. However, he did not expect that Di Erya, in order to compete with Di Shuxuan, deliberately failed to throw the pot correctly, and even directly made a mistake.
The arrow dried and shattered the arrow pot, and everyone around was dumbfounded.
"Xiao Fangzi, come out and write poems," Di Erya said with a frown on her face.
"Depend on!"
He Fang cursed in his heart, he was really convinced by these two old men.
However, on the surface he still behaved obediently, and walked out quietly with his head lowered.
Diriya walked to him and whispered to him:
"Little Fangfang, you have to perform well. If you lose to the second sister, your little head will be in danger."
Damn it, damn, I only have one head, how many times do you want me to lose it?
At this time, other people around were also paying attention. The fact that He Fang defeated Emperor Shuxuan at the poetry festival had already spread throughout the capital, and everyone said that there was a "
"Eunuch Poet", they had long wanted to see with their own eyes what level this "Eunuch Poet" was.
The question that He Fang won this time was two words:
"The solitary temple."
He Fang rolled his eyes and had an idea in his mind.
"I live leisurely with my neighbors, and the grassy path leads into the deserted garden. Birds stay in the trees beside the pond, and monks knock on the door under the moon. Crossing the bridge, the colors of the field are divided, and the rocks are moved to move the roots of the clouds. I have been here for a while, and I have lived up to my promise during my secluded time."
When they heard He Fang's poem, everyone was stunned for a moment, then nodded and savored it carefully, and finally they all praised it, even overshadowing Emperor Shuxuan just now.
Seeing this scene, Di Erya was about to feel proud, but He Fang suddenly made an astonishing move. He knelt down directly in front of Di Yanjun and shouted:
"Your Majesty, there is a flaw in the poem I just wrote. I hope your Majesty will allow me to correct it."
"Flaws?"
Upon hearing this, Di Yanjun became even more interested and replied:
"Yes, you are allowed to modify it."
"Thank you, Your Majesty. I only need to change one thing. Change 'The monk knocks on the door under the moon' to 'The monk pushes on the door under the moon'."
However, before the words could even be finished, He Fang changed his words again:
"Hey, no, it's better to use the word 'knock', but 'push' seems to be suitable too..."
Seeing He Fang talking to himself for a while, he was very embarrassed and entangled. Di Yanjun and other people around him began to follow his wishes and soon fell into thinking and arguing.
"It's better to use the word 'knock'. Using the word 'push' is a bit abrupt and too reckless. Our Kingdom of Dai Viet has been a country of etiquette since ancient times, but we pay attention to the word 'property' in everything. Only with 'property' can we have a gentleman, so
The word 'knock' is most appropriate."
"This statement is inappropriate. Please note that the title is 'lonely temple', highlighting the word 'lonely', and although the word 'push' does seem reckless, the lone monk returned to the temple after a long journey, and he originally closed the door himself.
Now he "pushes", pushes himself and hides himself, walks alone, is free and open-minded, and has his own magnanimity. As for the word "knock", it seems more formal, like someone in the temple answering the door and answering the topic.
It’s just a little bit worse.”
"When making poetry, the key point is that the poem does not have to be too limited. Too many frameworks will affect the poem itself."
"If there is no need for restrictions, then why bother with the questions? Just write them yourself..."
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Everyone present was divided into two groups: "knock" and "push", and they argued endlessly with each other. Even Di Yanjun felt that these two words were actually suitable, and he couldn't tell which one was better for the moment, but now the banquet
The atmosphere was more lively than before, and even the matter of throwing pot seemed to be forgotten.
He Fang felt a sense of pride and contempt in his heart. The debate over "examination" in the great poet Jia Dao's "Inscribed on Li Ning's Residence in Seclusion" has been a debate that has been fruitless for thousands of years. How could you ordinary people have figured it out?
Although everyone was red-faced because of these two words, they all agreed that this poem was a masterpiece, especially the finishing touch of the word "examination".
At this time, Di Erya was laughing wildly on the side, thinking that Xiao Fangzi had really made her look good this time. On the other hand, Di Shuxuan, although she was trying her best to hide it and pretended not to care, was still so angry that her face turned black.
, but she had to be convinced in her heart that the gap between her level and Xiao Fangzi's was really not even the slightest bit.
Time passed in a blink of an eye, and soon after midnight, everyone stopped their fruitless arguments. At the order of Emperor Yanjun, the monks on the pagoda in the temple opened the Buddhist treasure box that had been invited out in advance.
, and placed it on a golden tray. Suddenly the dazzling light from the Buddha pierced the night and spread throughout the entire temple.
The crowd burst into cheers, knelt down and shouted words such as "Long live your Majesty" and "Buddha bless me, Dai Viet".
Finally, the first day of worshiping Buddha passed like this.
Back in the room where she was resting, Di Erya was really proud of herself today. Xiao Fangzi had brought such a big limelight to her, especially making Di Shuxuan so angry. Of course she should be rewarded for such a great contribution.
"Little Fangfang, come here."
He Fang came over and knelt in front of her.
Diriya scratched He Fang's bald head with her sharp nails, causing He Fang to hiss in pain and feel an inexplicable itch in his heart.