Yu Shinan, on the other hand, was Nuonuo, who said to himself: "The water falls on my brother's head... the water tunes the singing head... Others only know that the uncle of Huyi County is joking, but they don't expect that there is a deep meaning in it."
Then, he raised his head and said: "Yu is not talented and was called the number one poet in the Tang Dynasty. But after hearing this, he immediately felt ashamed. From then on, the number one poet in the Tang Dynasty was not Du Homer."
Genus."
"right!"
"Although this libretto is not a poem, who knows the name of Du He, a great talent?"
Everyone responded one after another.
Someone suggested: "Uncle Huyi County, why don't you write down the lyrics you just sang so that everyone can take a look. It sounded pretty good when you sang it just now, but there are some parts that I didn't understand!"
"Yes, please ask the uncle of Huyi County to write it down so that we can take a look at it!"
It’s hard to refuse such kindness.
Du He walked to the middle of the field and came to a table.
Before he could take action.
Then Kong Yingda stepped forward to study the ink.
Yu Shinan helped spread the paper.
Next to him, the gray-haired Yan Shigu had already handed over the brush.
Everyone was dumbfounded.
What kind of treatment is this?
This salary is too high!
Master Kong studied ink, Master Yan handed over his pen, and Yu Shinan, the first poet of the Tang Dynasty, spread out his paper.
Such a situation had never happened before in the current dynasty.
But Du He, instead of feeling ashamed, looked indifferent, took the brush from Yan Shigu's hand as a matter of course, and started writing on the paper.
He wrote a sentence, and Yu Shinan read it aloud.
"When will the bright moon come?"
"Ask the sky for wine!"
"..."
"People have joys and sorrows!"
"The moon waxes and wanes!"
…
"Nung, moon and new moon!"
One word was written quickly.
But everyone was still savoring it carefully.
If the lyrics just now were like a jug of strong new wine, which suddenly shocked everyone, then after writing it down now, it is like a jug of old wine. Although it is not so strong, it can make people have endless aftertaste.
Not to mention the poems written by the talents of the Caijia Mid-Autumn Poetry Club, even the poem written by Yu Shinan before the opening seemed to be eclipsed now. It was simply yellow mud and mutton-fat jade, roasted sweet potatoes and delicious delicacies.
huge difference.
This poem directly established Du He's status as the first poet of the Tang Dynasty.
Behind the crowd, Changsun Chong, who had changed his clothes and came back, came close to Queen Changsun and whispered: "Aunt, this is a great Mid-Autumn Poetry Competition. I was the first place for sure, but now it's better. Du He suddenly fell from the sky.
If you steal all the limelight, then I will take the first place, so what’s the point!”
Queen Changsun was also holding back anger in her heart.
The Mid-Autumn Poetry Party she carefully planned was to build bridges and roads for her nephew. As long as Changsun Chong can get the first place, His Majesty will have no reason not to marry the beauty to Sikong Mansion.
Originally everything was going well, who would have thought that Du He would show up halfway and turn the Mid-Autumn Poetry Festival attended by everyone into a one-man show for him. He alone became the great talent that attracted the attention of the whole audience, even Yu Shi
Nandu did not hesitate to hand over the title of the first poet of the Tang Dynasty.
Queen Changsun turned her head and said to Changsun Chong: "Chong'er, don't worry, my aunt will make the decision for you."
…
On the river bank near Changlefang.
It seemed that there was almost no water downstream, and the water surface upstream was close to the height of the iron plate.
Lu Yuan and others stayed on the shore, staring in the direction of the palace without blinking.
A craftsman next to him said anxiously: "Mr. Lu, we can't wait any longer. If this continues, I'm afraid something will happen. You see, the iron plate is deformed. If the incense stick is half a stick, it will explode.
Sometimes, I'm afraid it will lead to disaster!"
Lu Yuan looked at the sky and shook his head: "Of course I know, but... without the young master's order, even if your majesty comes, don't let us let go. Just wait, the young master must have his own plan, why should I wait?
Worry about this!"
The water surface is getting higher and higher.
…
Just when everyone was praising Du He, Empress Changsun suddenly came forward, pointed at Du He, and suddenly shouted: "Come here, take down this man who is pretending to be a ghost and deceives the superiors and deceives the superiors."
Blah blah blah.
The surrounding imperial troops all rushed forward, drew their weapons, and rushed towards Du He.
Before anyone could react, the soldiers had already surrounded Du He.
Du He turned around, looked at Queen Changsun, and asked: "May I ask the queen, what crime did I, Du He, commit?"
Queen Changsun's eyes dodge and she thought to herself, I don't know that you have made many contributions to the Tang Dynasty. You are just a child now, but for the sake of Changsun's family, there is nothing I can't do.
"Humph, Du He, you didn't learn well at a young age, but you learned the art of pretending to be a ghost, and now you are here to confuse people and people with your lies. Even His Majesty was almost deceived by you. It's really unreasonable, take me away!"
Empress Changsun didn't give Du He a chance to argue.
Seeing that the Imperial Guards were about to step forward.
Suddenly, there was the sound of rushing water under everyone's feet.
Everyone looked down and saw that at some point, the lake surface had surpassed Fufeng Garden, and the corridor on the other side had already been submerged.
Everyone was trapped on the island.
The water surface is slowly rising.
In less than a second, the lake water has already submerged the insteps.
"Hahaha……"
Everyone was shocked, but then they heard Du He burst out laughing.
He glanced around the crowd and said: "Queen, you have seen it, I, Du He, am not pretending to be a ghost. All of this is God's will. God's will is like this, how can you tolerate it?"
"What kind of providence is this? It's nonsense! It's obvious that the water is rising outside the city!"
Du He asked with a smile: "May I ask the Queen? It hasn't rained recently, and it hasn't rained in the surrounding state capitals either. How can the water rise?"
"this……"
Queen Changsun was speechless for a moment.
Du He added: "This time, God is on my side. No one except me can make this flood recede."
"Stop talking nonsense! I want to see how you can recede this flood." Empress Changsun said angrily.
She was the majestic head of the harem, her mother respected the world, and she had the support of her eldest grandson family. But now she was silenced by a young man's rhetorical question, and she felt very angry in her heart.
Du He smiled slightly, took out something like a bamboo tube from his sleeve, pulled the lower ring sharply, and pointed it at the sky.
call out.
A neighing sound.
This thing flew into the sky from Du He's hand.
Snapped.
Once in the air, there was an explosion.
Then, everyone saw the lake water, which had almost submerged their knees just now, receding.
Everyone present had their eyes widened, with incredible expressions written on their faces.
Everyone was wondering how Du He did it.
Now, Du He is not only the first poet in the Tang Dynasty, but also the most mysterious person in the Tang Dynasty.
How is it possible to fall from the sky?
How is it possible to step on the water with your feet?
Bringing in the flood and then letting the flood recede. This sounds incredible, but it actually appeared in front of us like this. How was this done?
Doubts appear one after another in everyone's mind.