The rise of the prince

Chapter 77 Fragrant Floating Moon Dusk (2)

The poetry meeting continued in a tense and enthusiastic manner. Talented scholars wanted to break their heads, and they kept submitting poems and lyrics, most of which were words.

After all, there have been poems for a long time. After so many dynasties, almost all the poems that can be written have been written by the predecessors.There are even many other ways to revive poetry, but unfortunately they are not very effective.

Except for the fact that Xie Linjiang started to make a blockbuster and got the "best work" comment, there are endless poems, each with its own advantages and disadvantages, and there are even some slanted works, but at most there are "good poems" and "good words" and other comments. No one can surpass it.

As Li Ye squeezed forward, he carefully searched for poems about plum blossoms and Dongyue in his mind. If it was a last resort, he would block the top three by himself. The key to being blocked to death is that people don't believe it.

For example, listening to Yulou's "The Wind and Storm on November [-]th", he can say that he wrote it himself, but who would believe it?

If he really dares to say that, it is not an exaggeration to hear that Yulou closed down the next day. After all, if people think that Guan Gong is blushing, even if he is really a jerk, anyone who dares to say that is heresy, but there is no time to think so much today. .

When he squeezed to the front of the high platform, He Zhao happened to be reading the handed-in poem, and glanced over here just in time to see him. It was also the first time for Li Ye to see He Zhao himself, so he couldn't help but take a second look. He was stared back fiercely.

Li Ye was taken aback, how dare I provoke you
After reading the commentary, there was a burst of polite praise from the background, and the 30-year-old literati who wrote the lyrics bowed to express his gratitude, and then retreated lonely. Although everyone gave face, they only got a "good" evaluation after all.

At this moment, Li Ye heard someone calling him behind his back, and when he turned around, he found that it was Xie Linjiang, who was several years older than Li Ye. Sansheng was lucky, after hearing Yulou's farewell that day, I often thought of what the son said and did, and I was grateful in my heart, and I just wanted to pay a visit."

Li Ye smiled: "You don't need to say those polite words. I also admire Xie Linjiang as a man. It is fate to meet you today. Let's listen to other people's masterpieces together." It means an invitation, and he doesn't hate Xie Linjiang.

The other party nodded happily: "Then I will not be polite." Then the two sons who accompanied him approached, and the people behind them discussed in a low voice and then quickly moved out of the way for him.

He Qian pinched his arm quietly, and whispered, "You actually know Mr. Xie!"

"It's a good luck to meet you." Li Ye's non-painful answer made the little girl very dissatisfied. She wanted to step on her foot but she was already prepared. He Qian's foot missed and almost sprained her foot.At this time, Li Ye was concentrating on recording the comments given on the stage, and at the same time waiting for Zhong Li's name to appear, but he didn't know that He Zhao's face was so gloomy watching his daughter's little movements on the stage that he was about to drop water, and he wished he could stand up like a tiger. Zhen jumped off the stage and slapped him dead!

"Is the son planning to write poems and lyrics today?" Xie Linjiang asked beside him.

Li Ye shook his head: "I don't have much talent to learn, but maybe, it depends on the situation."

He was confused by this answer, only thought that the son had regrets in his heart, shook his head and said: "Actually, poetry is nothing more than a small way, and if you like it, don't worry about it. In my opinion, the son has a great way that I can't match in my heart, like us. Ordinary people can only wait and see and sigh, it is hard to reach." Xie Linjiang said with a look of loneliness in his eyes.

Seeing him laughing, Li Ye patted on the shoulder: "Everyone has their own talents and preferences, and they are unique in the world. Just stick to your heart and don't be distracted by others."

Xie Linjiang was taken aback for a moment, then cupped his hands and said, "Your Majesty is right, if it wasn't for His Majesty's guidance, I almost went astray."

"Uh, it's not that serious." Li Ye waved his hand.

In the shadow of the high platform, the queen looked down at Li Ye who was joking with Xie Linjiang and said with a relieved smile: "I think Xingzhou has a good relationship with that Xie family kid."

"Hmph, I finally know how to judge people. I used to hang out with some cronies." The emperor said coldly.

"Then Xie Linjiang seems to be good, the words are written with a bit of taste, and he is on good terms with Xingzhou, how about your majesty?"

The emperor glanced at Xie Linjiang who was chatting and laughing in the audience from a distance: "If anyone has the ability, he can use it, but you can give him a chance to try."

After more than an hour, the sky was completely dark. Li Ye poured wine into his mouth with the jug to drive away the cold. Xie Linjiang next to him and the two young masters who followed him drank elegantly from small cups. He Qian also pretended to be there. Using a small cup in a fake way, Li Ye despised it.

Just when he was standing numb and sitting on the rocky mountain behind him to rest for a while, the poetry meeting ushered in a new climax. Yan Junru got a song "Plum Under the Moon" and got good comments again. This time it was Yu Cheng It's safe to say, and other people also think it deserves this evaluation.

Yan Junru was the successor of Yan Shu, who was the founding prime minister of the Jing Dynasty, and at the height of his power, he was at the Tongzhong Shumenxia Pingzhangshi and Privy Envoy, Kaifuyitong Sansi.Under Tong Zhongshu's door, Pingzhangshi was the head of civil servants, and the privy envoy was in charge of the army and had great power. For a period of time, Yan Shu held both positions at the same time, which shows the importance of power.

The most important thing is that he is recognized as a literary master, and his ci works have been extolled by later generations, such as "Helpless, the flowers fall away, the familiar swallows return", "When the swallows come to Xinshe, the pear blossoms lag behind Qingming" and other well-known sentences are all from him. hand.

Now the Yan family is no longer famous in the court, but they are still respected by people in Wenmo. Yan Junru is the representative of the new generation of Yan family.

All around was the sound of praise and praise. A group of people in the audience surrounded the red-faced Yan Junru in the middle, and he also humbly thanked them one by one. As the owner of the plum garden, De Gong also stood up on the high platform to praise a few words. His two words Going down tonight's poetry meeting, almost one of the first three places has gone, and only the last place is left.

Li Ye breathed a sigh of relief, there was only one spot left, as long as there was another excellent work by a talented person, Zhong Li would never have a chance to enter the top three.

At this time, he also heard a few people talking about Wang Lianshan, thinking that the only one left must be her. Li Ye also remembered that Gillian is the most talented woman in Kyoto!
If she makes a move, won't she block the first three? This is her family's poetry meeting, she will definitely write it, so thinking about it can't help but relax, even though he hasn't seen Zhong Li and Ding Yi in front of him yet. Nah, but their chances have been blocked.

"Son of the world."

Hearing the familiar voice behind him, Li Ye turned his head and was stunned. The beautiful girl Jiao Didi stood in front of him with her head bowed. Isn't it Gillian?

"How did you come."

"I saw Shizi on the stage, so I came here." The little girl lowered her head and said.

"Have you prepared any poems?" Li Ye asked her quickly.

The little girl shook her head.

"That's why you didn't write it out after thinking about it?"

The little girl shook her head again.

"Are you going to start thinking now?"

The little girl shook her head again.

Li Ye was anxious: "You will not write!"

"Well, I don't want to write tonight. I'll pour the bar for the son." She nodded this time, but Li Ye was in a hurry. Isn't Gillian not writing to give Zhong Li and Ding Yi a chance!
(End of this chapter)