"This Lu Heng doesn't know how to appreciate others. Even if gold and sand are placed in front of his eyes, he might not be able to recognize them."
"It's different for me. When Prince Wuling was still studying in the Imperial College, I saw that he had great talents!"
"Now, it turns out to be true!"
As Li Shanchang spoke, he came over and said, "Prince Li just now said that he wanted to write out the first word of this water tune song and give it to others?"
"Since this Lu Heng doesn't know how to praise, why not give it to me as a gift?"
Li Shanchang's reputation in the officialdom was actually no worse than that of Lu Heng, but his official position was slightly lower.
Of course, the Imperial Academy's wine ceremony is not as powerful as the left minister of household affairs, but this position is very special, and it is especially loved by scholars all over the world.
Therefore, compared with Lu Hengzhen, they are quite different.
But such a high-ranking and powerful person almost shyly asked Li Changkong to give him a poem.
Why?
Because compared with Lu Heng, Li Shanchang is a relatively pure scholar.
If this poem is good, it is good; if it is not, it is bad!
Lu Junda wrote it like that, it is a middle-of-the-road work!
If you, Li Changkong, wrote it like this, then it is good! It is a masterpiece that can impress all the literati in the room!
This poem will definitely remain famous throughout the ages!
As for literati, what they value most is a reputation during and after death!
In this case, if it is linked to this poem, wouldn't the history books also have to mention a few things about it?
For example, the Imperial Academy offered wine to Li Shanchang, who was so good at Changkong that he became a good friend.
Changkong felt his heartfelt gratitude, so he wrote a water-melody song as a gift!
If there really is such a saying in the history books, it would also be matched by Shui Tiao Ge Tou’s status in the world of poetry.
Then he, Li Shanchang, will be a person who will be remembered forever from now on!
In the face of such temptation, it doesn't matter what face you have!
"Hey! Li Shanchang, you are so shameless!" Before Li Changkong could speak, he heard someone stand out from the crowd again. He was about the same age as Tianming. His temples were gray, but his eyes were sparkling.
This person is the right minister of the Ministry of official affairs, Guan You, and he also enjoys a high reputation among officials.
The most glorious deed was when Emperor Jing Xing asked him what he was like as a minister, he spoke without thinking: "Be concerned about the world's worries first, and be happy after the world's happiness. Only then can you be a good minister!"
There are not many poems and articles about worry, and even fewer are available.
But just two sentences are enough to make him highly praised among officials.
His work style is also the same. He must do everything personally, work conscientiously, and manage the staff in an orderly manner.
Compared to Lu Heng, he was more able to bear the thought of working hard and dying as a child.
Guan Wen has always acted in a safe and orderly manner.
At this moment, he directly insulted him, which shows his impatience.
"How can such a masterpiece be given to you alone?"
"Your Majesty the Prince of Wuling, I am so shy, I want to ask you for a word."
"Bah, you two immortals! You are really shameless!" Another person stood up and angrily scolded the two of them. At the same time, he turned to Li Changkong and said: "Prince Li, they want your poems.
It's not okay to hide it at home."
"Such good poetry should be spread throughout Qiandu City and even the entire Daqian!"
"In this case, Prince Li, please write me the preface of Shui Tiao Song. I will be a little tired and will be responsible for spreading this poem throughout Qiandu City!"
As soon as these words were spoken, Li Shanchang and Guan You turned their heads at the same time and angrily shouted: "Dog thieves!"
"How dare you bark like this? He has no mother?"
Liu Yu watched this scene with great interest.
Only today did he realize that there is such a side among literati.
On weekdays, everyone is very sanctimonious, but when things get really serious, they still have to talk nonsense and greet other people's parents.
This is right, this is true temperament!
Li Changkong also twitched the corner of his mouth, thinking that the atmosphere in the literary world was really a bit too open.
The most shocked person was actually Jia Taisui.
The scene before him was actually not unfamiliar to him.
Every time someone comes to visit my father, he looks like this.
But their status is far lower than the people in front of them, or even far inferior.
Moreover, the posture is not so enthusiastic.
What kind of poem did Lao Li just write that could cause this group of people to argue like this?
If this were to be obtained on the black market, a poem would only cost ten thousand taels of silver to start with?
How about... instead of stealing dad's calligraphy and paintings from now on, I should steal Lao Li's?
At this moment, Jia Taisui had a bold idea.
"All the princes are distinguished officials. It is really inappropriate to fight like this."
"Isn't it just the water tune singer? As long as Changkong is still standing here today, I will write it for you!"
"Even if I write until my hand breaks off, I'll be happy with it!"
Li Changkong saw that the scene was so chaotic that he had to stop it.
Sure enough, as soon as these words came out, the effect was immediate.
The young talents and poets nodded one after another and praised: "Master Li is righteous!"
"Okay, okay, everyone, line up and come one by one!"
Afterwards, a poetry meeting suddenly turned into a special autograph session for Li Changkong.
Some want water-melody songs, while others want autumn lyrics.
Anyway, it was one wave after another. After one wave of people finished writing, there was another wave, which made Li Changkong’s fingers sore from writing.
…
In the stands, Princess Zhaoyang's eyes were bright, reflecting Li Changkong's figure, and she said to Huaiqing beside her: "Sister, the prince of Wulinghou has a great talent. If he is him, my father should be very fond of him."
When Huaiqing heard what he said, it was somewhat unreasonable and somewhat expected.
Today's poetry meeting seemed like a poetry meeting, but in fact, except for Lu Junda's poem, which was quite acceptable, it almost became Li Changkong's personal performance.
Under such circumstances, it is inevitable that Zhaoyang favors him.
only……
Huaiqing looked at Li Changkong's back, his eyes flickering: "Li Changkong, I have heard my father and brother mention it many times. Although he is talented, his character still needs to be polished."
"There are many other young talents in Qiandu City. Why don't I spend some time and hold a poetry meeting to introduce them to you?"
"No, thank you for your kindness, Sister Huang." Princess Zhaoyang refused, while still looking at Li Changkong, her eyes unblinking.
Today's scene really left a deep impression on the little girl's heart.
I still remember when we first met him, we were still in the Imperial College. At that time, although he was talented, he was not as conspicuous as he is today.
If it were him, my father would definitely be satisfied.
Huaiqing also had a headache when he saw this scene of Xiao Nizi thinking about spring.
She is the elder sister of the prince, and the prince is not young anymore and is about to get married.
She is even more like this. Her father and mother have been urging her for an unknown amount of time, hoping that she can find a suitable husband as soon as possible.
Huaiqing didn't want to look for him at first, but he was urged to do so by his father and mother.
But now...I thought it was not impossible to find a consort, but who would have thought...