(Your ability to guess the plot is getting better and better. Is this really good?)
Guo Chong stroked his beard and smiled. He was very satisfied with this poem. The poem was neat and exquisite, with brilliant literary talent, and it was quite suitable for the occasion. How could Guo Chong not be happy that his son could show his face in front of the ministers?
"Don't exaggerate. This poem can only be regarded as an average work. Although it is neat and neat, it is not gorgeous. Especially Xia Que, which seems to be a bit sick. Guo Mian, don't be proud, you still need to work hard." Guo Chong.
said in a deep voice.
Guo Mian put away his smile and bowed to accept the promise.
Concubine Rong laughed and said: "The emperor's requirements are too high. I think the poem written by King Jin is really good. The emperor should reward King Jin."
Guo Chong said with a smile: "Well, I'll give you a reward, just for fun. Guo Mian, I reward you with this jade pendant, but it's not because of how good your lyrics are, but because of Concubine Rong's face."
Guo Mian was overjoyed, took the jade pendant with both hands and said loudly: "Thank you, Father, and thank you, Concubine Rong."
Guo Xu, Lu Zhongtian and others looked gloomy. Especially Guo Xu, who was filled with jealousy. Once upon a time, only he could get the things his father had given him. At the New Year's banquet that year, his father gave him a jade belt, and Guo Mian had no choice but to take it.
The Queen Mother's reward was a loss of face. But at this moment, his father gave the jade pendant to Guo Mian, and he could only watch from the sidelines. Who could bear this feeling?
Even so, some people are starting to make matters worse.
Concubine Rong smiled and spoke again: "Your Majesty cannot favor one over another. If you reward the King of Jin, you must reward the King of Huai. If the King of Huai also writes a poem, the Emperor can also reward him."
Concubine Rong is stabbing someone with a soft knife. If Guo Xu can write lyrics, why should he use Concubine Rong to remind him? He has already recommended himself. Let’s put it bluntly, Guo Mian’s poem is excellent, even if it is an ordinary one, Huai Wang
I can't write better words than King Jin. This is an act of stabbing Guo Xu's weakness.
Before Guo Chong could say anything, Guo Xu bowed and said, "How dare you, my son, to do whatever you want to do? My literary talent is not good, so my lyrics must make people laugh, and I can't write well."
Guo Chong snorted coldly: "You are self-aware."
Guo Xu's face was on fire and he was speechless. Guo Chong had already turned his head and started joking with others.
With Guo Mian's start, Guo Chong's interest also rose. When he came to a place, he asked his ministers and Hanlin scholars to compose a poem. After a while, more than ten poems were published. However, after everyone commented, there was no one.
One is comparable to Guo Mian's work. Guo Mian suppressed his pride and behaved humbly and politely, which made Guo Chong very fond of him. Everyone can see that in the eyes of the emperor, tonight's eldest prince Guo Mian is comparable to two
Prince Guo Xu's performance was much better. The dragon's heart was unpredictable, and there were already signs of a reversal in offense and defense.
When a group of people came to the lamp shed of Lin Jue's house, all the wives and concubines of the Lin family hurriedly knelt down and saluted. Guo Chong looked at the nine-lotus lantern and said with a smile: "This lantern is quite simple. Lin Jue, Caiwei, you guys are
Is it perfunctory? From what I saw along the way, everyone carefully prepared the lanterns, but your lantern is the simplest. After all, Lin Jue, you will also be the Third Secretary and an important minister of the imperial court. Caiwei is also my niece, don't you feel shabby?"
Lin Jue smiled and said: "I don't feel that it is shabby. Although this lantern is simple, it is made with great care by me and my wife and concubines. What you want has nothing to do with how much money you spend. Don't you hear the ancient saying: Thousands of miles
Sending goose feathers is a light gift, but does it mean a lot of affection?"
Guo Chong laughed and said: "You do have some excuses, but you are right. I don't actually want the lantern festival to be extravagant.
I also practice it myself. Although today's lantern festival is beautiful, it seems that many people have misunderstood my meaning and made it too luxurious. However, this cannot be blamed on them. It is because I did not explain it clearly. It is rare for me to be extravagant, but
There is no need to worry about this. But Lin feels that you agree with me. I want you to take on the important task of being the Third Secretary, and it seems appropriate now. If you are a person who is extravagant and likes extravagance, you are not suitable for that position.
The Third Secretary-General is responsible for taking care of my money and food bags. What I need is someone who is careful with calculations, not someone who is extravagant and wasteful. Now, sir, do you know why I insist on Lin Jue being the Third Secretary-General?
.Although as you said, Lin Jue is a bit younger, but he is very mature and prudent in his behavior."
Everyone nodded in agreement. Although Lin Jue was not officially appointed as the third envoy, tonight, it should be the first time that Guo Chong announced it publicly. After hearing Guo Chong's words, Lin Jue also heard that
The implication is that after the news spread that the emperor wanted to become the third envoy, he must have encountered opposition from the ministers. That's why Guo Chong said this.
Lin Jue suddenly made a big salute and thanked him loudly: "Thank you for your consideration, Your Majesty. I will do my best and die. I will take care of the money bag and grain bag to share the Emperor's worries."
Lin Jue deliberately made certain people angry. Thanks to Guo Chong's words, there was no room for regrets on the matter. It was equivalent to being officially appointed now. Lin Jue just wanted to put some trouble in some people's hearts and make them unable to sleep tonight.
.
"I just like the way you look at me but you can't kill me!" Lin Jue sneered in his heart.
"Oh, tonight, on a good night, we are all showing off our shame and writing lyrics. How could we forget that I, the leader of the world of poetry in the Great Zhou Dynasty, am by my side. Mr. Lin is the number one scholar in my Great Zhou Dynasty. He has the first song of Shui Tiao Song, the first song of Ding Feng Bo, and the Magpie Bridge.
The poem "Xian" is one of the best in ancient and modern times. How can I not compose a poem tonight to entertain the emperor, the queen and the two noble concubines? Come on, come on." An official suddenly said.
"Oh, yes, yes. Why doesn't Mr. Lin write lyrics? These are the masters of the world of poetry. We people are just trying to do something wrong. Mr. Lin doesn't know why he is laughing at us for not overestimating our abilities.
." All the officials laughed as they woke up from a dream.
Lin Jue waved his hand and said: "Forget it, forget it. I haven't written anything for a long time, so let's forget it."
"How can it be done? Mr. Lin must write one. Mr. Lin's lyrics must be the best. Just write one." Guo Mian smiled. In fact, Guo Mian was thinking about Xiao Jiujiu. No one could surpass his lyrics tonight.
, he believed that Lin Jue could not write a better song than his own. If Lin Jue wrote a song and was judged by everyone as not being as good as his own, then he would really show his face. Although he and Lin Jue are in the same camp,
But Guo Mian still has a competitive spirit. If he can defeat Lin Jue in terms of lyrics, he will undoubtedly be able to stand up straighter in front of Lin Jue in the future.
"Lin Jue. I also think you can compose a poem, and I'm looking forward to it. I like your lyrics very much, and there are two handwritten pieces of your lyrics hanging in my study. With such a grand scene tonight,
How about you compose one?" Guo Chong said with a smile.
Lin Jue was a little hesitant. It wasn't that he couldn't do it, but he was in a bit of trouble. Guo Mian showed up tonight and wrote a song by himself. If he surpassed him, wouldn't he be disappointed?
The reputation of a leader in the world of poetry has been tarnished. It actually doesn't matter. But Guo Mian followed suit, which is obviously because he doesn't understand the importance of the move. Now that his situation has improved, he is a little complacent. It's time for him to pour cold water on him and let him know the importance of it.
.Otherwise, sooner or later, he will show his weakness.
"how
"Is Master Lin worried that his lyrics are not as good as King Jin's lyrics? It doesn't matter if he is not as good as King Jin's lyrics. After all, it is difficult to surpass King Jin's lyrics. Master Lin is right to be worried." Some people started to get angry.
Lin Jue said with a smile: "There is no first place in literature. Every good poem has its own uniqueness and it is not suitable to compare. Since the emperor wants me to compose one, I can only obey the order. The poems are ready-made.
It is an old work from three years ago, but it has not been made public. It should be suitable for the occasion."
"Okay, I'm listening, you can chant." Guo Chong said with a smile.
Lin Jue nodded, coughed, and chanted: "The east wind blows thousands of flowers and trees at night, and even blows them down, and the stars are like rain. BMWs and carriages fill the road with fragrance. The phoenix flutes sound, the jade pots turn with light, and fish and dragons dance all night."
Moths are like golden wisps of snow and willows, and laughter is filled with dark fragrance. The crowd has searched for him a thousand times, but suddenly looking back, that person is there, in the dimly lit place."
The whole place was silent. Except for the noisy laughter of the people watching the lanterns in the distance, Guo Chong and all the officials were silent. This poem is so good! It makes people feel sad and unspeakable after listening to it.
This poem is a hundred times better than all the previous poems. Guo Mian's poem is simply incomparable to this one. The difference is clear.
"The words we wrote can be thrown into the stove and burned." A master from Hanlin Academy broke the silence with an old voice. His words represented the aspirations of the previous lyricists.
"Yes, how did Mr. Lin write such wonderful words? People searched for him hundreds of times, and when I looked back at dusk, he was there, in the dim light. What a wonderful sentence. It seems to be written about the prosperity of the night of the Yuan Dynasty.
Lively, Mr. Lin is actually writing about people. Without this person, all these prosperous and prosperous scenes would be meaningless. This is called the clever way of embodying emotions in scenes and touching people's hearts with words." Another person sighed and praised.
They couldn't write it, but they could appreciate the beauty of the poem. They realized the original meaning of the poem, which was not to describe scenery, but to describe feelings.
"Good words, good words. With this word, today's Shangyuan Lantern Festival is perfect. Lin Jue, I don't know what to say. This poem is so exquisite, how come it has never been circulated? How many good words do you have?
Buried in the stomach?" Guo Chong sighed.
Lin Jue bowed and said: "Actually, this poem was written three years ago. When I was still in Hangzhou, on the night of the Yuan Dynasty, I wrote it based on my feelings. At that time, a person whom I valued very much suddenly suddenly
She disappeared and was said to have passed away. When I looked at the lantern, I felt something in my heart, so I wrote this song. But it later turned out that it was a misunderstanding. She was not actually dead."
Guo Chong and others didn't know who Lin Jue was talking about, but everyone in the Lin family immediately understood that Lin Jue was talking about Fang Huanqiu. It was when Huanqiu faked his death three years ago, and Lin Jue's poem was probably that of that person.
At the bustling lantern festival, Lin Jue was thinking of Fang Huanqiu's death, and suddenly felt that it was meaningless to carve a car or a moth to make a snowy willow. If there was no such person in the dimly lit place, what would be the meaning of it all?
Lin Jue looked at Fang Huanqiu, who was standing in the corner of the lamp shed, and found that Fang Huanqiu's starry eyes were shining and he was looking at him with infinite affection.
"Master Lin is also a very passionate person. I didn't expect that there is such a story behind this poem. Hahaha." Guo Chong laughed.
"But I wonder who the person is that makes Master Lin worried?" Concubine Rong was a little unhappy. She knew that Lin Jue's words must not have been written for her daughter Lu Wu, so she seemed to be deliberately looking for trouble. So far tonight, she has not.
When I saw Lu Wu, I thought Lu Wu was hiding from me, so I was a little unhappy.
