Zangliu, calm and composed, began to read "Three Hundred Poems of the Prince", starting from the first page and turning back!
This action shows that he is not familiar with this book of poems at first glance.
"Why"
Tang Qingzhu shook his head and drank a glass of wine: "In this battle of poems, the King of Huangzhou will definitely lose when he comes to envoy. Let's raise the Qingzhou to win without using force!"
Du Yue'er blinked her beautiful eyes and asked humbly: "The poetry fight has not yet begun, why did Dean Tang say this?"
Tang Qingzhu pointed at Zangliu, who was carefully flipping through the poetry album: "Look, the envoy from the King of Huangzhou has a poetry album in his hand. The names are random and have no poetic meaning!"
"If the cover is like this, then the poems in the book should be more casual!"
"Agree!"
Beside them, the three deans all nodded, unable to hide the pride on their faces, stroking the three strands of green beard on their chins, and said arrogantly: "You can win without using force! You can win without using force!"
This scene made it seem as if Zhang Sheng had won the poetry contest.
Du Yue'er asked tentatively: "Dean Tang, is there any reason why Huangzhou King's envoy must be defeated?"
Tang Qingzhu started to show off, and said as if he was teaching his disciples: "If a poet wants to write a good poem, he needs the fate of heaven, earth, and people to have a sudden inspiration, and then he can write a poem and write a good poem." "
“What is a good poem?”
"It has profound intentions, clever conception, beautiful images, true feelings, high artistic conception, new language and skillful techniques."
“One cannot exist without the other!”
"This time, Zhang Sheng wrote the question to praise your beauty!"
"How would the King of Huangzhou know your beauty if he didn't see you?"
"Perhaps, the king of Huangzhou doesn't know that there is a Jiangnan beauty Du Yue'er between heaven and earth. How could the poems he wrote before have your beauty in them?"
"Every beauty in the world has her own beauty!"
"According to rumors, Princess Sima Lan of Huangzhou is as beautiful as an orchid in the valley."
"As for your beauty, you are just like the emblem of the Du family, a peony flower that is the most beautiful in the world."
"Therefore, if the king of Huangzhou once wrote a poem praising Sima Lan, the orchid in the empty valley, it would be very inappropriate to apply it to you!"
"Therefore, when the envoy from the deserted state is translated, it is also a poem that is bound to fail."
Zhu Mei, Xu Nan, and Wen Qu nodded in agreement.
Wenqu added: "Poetry can be about aspirations, objects, situations, events, etc. The scenery, people, and objects you see are different, and the things that happen are different, and the artistic conception of the poem you create is also different."
"Master Du, please look at the poem album in the hand of the Huangzhou envoy. It is marked that there are only three hundred poems. In other words, even if the Huangzhou King is a poet and writes different poems, they still cannot cover all things in the world. . ”
“Too limiting!”
“In a poetry competition, if the poem is not about the right topic, you will definitely lose!
Du Yuer, who loves poetry, also understands these principles!
However, the understanding is not as profound as that of the four major deans in Jiangnan.
After listening to the analysis of the four deans of Jiangnan.
Confucian scholars from both states laughed!
The envoy of the King of Huangzhou is destined to lose.
Du Yue'er said thoughtfully: "Yue'er understands!"
actually.
She hoped that the envoy of Huangzhou King would be defeated.
Because, as long as her motorcade enters Huangzhou, she will be directly opposite the king of Huangzhou.
Because, the army in Shiwanda Mountain is not only an army to resist the invasion of the Sirius army, but also an army to kill the king of Huangzhou.
If the king of Huangzhou succeeds, she, Du Yuer, will be an accomplice.
at this time.
Li Fei cursed secretly in his heart: "Old man, you are shameless!"
However, he is not worried that Zangliu will lose.
Because his prince is a saint.
How can a mortal escape from the palm of a saint?
at this time.
Zhang Sheng was ecstatic in his heart and said disdainfully: "Messenger of the King of Huangzhou, if the King of Huangzhou has not written beauty poems, just admit defeat!"
"Anyway, if you read it as you read it, it won't match the beauty of Master Du!"
Zhang Sheng stroked his mustache with an arrogant look: "If you can lose to me, who is famous all over the world, the king of Huangzhou will not lose unjustly!"
"right!"
"Admit defeat!"
Confucian scholars from both states booed: "Admit defeat!"
"Admit defeat!"
"Admit defeat!"
"recognize"
At this time.
Zangliu's hand stopped, a smile appeared on his cold face, he raised his head and said: "Found it!"
Confucian scholars from both states swallowed the word "lose" hard.
All choked back into the trachea.
Then.
"Cough cough cough"
There was a lot of coughing in the poetry hall.
All the Confucian scholars from the two states were choked, their faces were red, their ears were red, their necks were thick, and their saliva was splashing everywhere.
door.
It was quite interesting to watch the ten novelists, they had stories in their eyes and they wrote with spirit.
finally.
All the Confucian scholars stopped coughing.
Zangliu said calmly: "Now, I want to read the beauty poem written by the prince!"
"Listen carefully!"
Zhang Sheng was already impatient with waiting: "Read it quickly!"
"Anyway, your prince has already lost, just finish reading and let's get over it!"
Zangliu did not comment and chanted loudly: "There is a beautiful woman in the south, peerless and independent."
Suddenly, the entire poetry hall fell silent.
Southern Beauty?
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