The rise of the prince

Chapter 79 Fragrant Floating Moon Dusk (4)

He Qian was the first to react. She hurriedly turned to Li Ye and said, "You are crazy! What nonsense, you came with me. If you lose face, I will lose face!" She was about to pull Li Ye away.

But at this moment, Na Ding Yi hurriedly pointed at Li Ye and said loudly: "Everyone, Ding Yi from Suzhou, this is the son of Prince Xiao, who is of the blood of the Tian family. Before entering Beijing, I heard that the property of the son's mansion is Tingyulou It is a sacred place for literati and poets, so I think that the son will be a man of great talent, but it is a pity that it is difficult to see him. I didn’t expect to finally be able to meet him in the plum garden today, just as the son is preparing to write, I am really lucky!"

His loud voice immediately attracted everyone's attention, and they all gathered around, even the people on the stage who were discussing the final selection and preparing to end the poetry meeting were also attracted.

"Um, Mr. Ding, you have been deceived. How can Li Xingzhou compose poems?"

"Hahahaha, Li Xingzhou wants to compose a poem! Then I have to take a good look."

"Oh, nonsense, it's insulting to the gentleman"

Zhong Li and Na Su Huan also happily came to join in the fun: "It seems that the son must have a masterpiece, I can't wait."

Someone also whispered bluntly: "It's just a dude, a mediocre one, it's nothing more than a laughing stock."

Facing the audience, Gillian also panicked: "Your Majesty, this...you really want to write poetry!"

Before Li Ye could speak, De Gong quickly rushed down from the stage, walking towards with no expression on his face. Wherever he went, the crowd hurriedly bowed and stepped aside, not daring to take half a step or speak loudly. He walked forward and whispered: "You boy, can't you see that they are irritating you!"

Although the old man looked angry, the concern in his words was sincere. Li Ye slowly cupped his hands and said, "Of course I can see it." Willing to see people joke.

Li Ye had already prepared, he had already figured it out, and now he was sailing against the current, if he did not advance, he would retreat, his voice was a little higher, and he said in a loud voice: "Today's visit to Meiyuan is not a surprise, so I don't want to write anything." As soon as it came out, there was booing all around, and the audience was even more dissatisfied with such boastful words.

"But I didn't expect to see the most beautiful scenery of Plum Garden before leaving, so I will write a poem." He said without any concealment and looked at Gillian who was worried and overwhelmed by him.

Immediately the crowd became even more ebullient, and some even scolded him. In the eyes of outsiders, he was not writing poetry, but he was clearly taking the opportunity to tease the most talented woman in Kyoto. Zhong Li in the crowd had a gloomy expression and gritted his teeth.

Under the eaves of the high platform, with a bang, the old man clenched his fist and slammed it heavily on the tea table beside him: "Shame on me! My royal face has been ruined by him!"

"Perhaps...perhaps he really has poems to write." The queen said softly.

"It's not like you don't know what kind of poems he can write!" the old man said coldly.

"Ugh"

When Degong saw what he said, he seemed to understand something, and asked in surprise, "Could it be that you?"

Li Ye glanced at him, then chuckled, "A-Jiao, grind the ink for me."

"Hmm." Although the little girl was nervous, she was very obedient.

"Hey, then you can write it down, write it better." Degong backed away, and some people looked worried, such as He Qian, Gillian, Li Yu, Xie Linjiang, etc., but most of them were waiting to see the good show look.

The pen and ink set arrived at the table under the eyes of everyone, Gillian grinds the ink carefully, Li Ye spreads out the paper and presses it, and smooths out the wrinkles. It was written in a straight line, so the stroke stopped, the writing slowed down, and the powerful characters on the paper became italics.

""Xiaomei in the Mountain Garden"" Xie Linjiang, who was beside him worriedly, read it after him. The words are good words, and if there is no title, it is a poem.

The surrounding area was quieter, but there were still people shaking their heads and joking, so why be serious when watching jokes.Li Ye continued to write, the pen turned, and soon the first sentence was already on the paper.

"All the fragrances shake off Duxuanyan, take all the charm and go to the small garden." Xie Linjiang read aloud, over the noise, and could hear clearly from all around. As soon as this sentence came out, the surroundings gradually became quiet.

A big stone fell in Xie Linjiang's heart. It's a difficult seven-character poem, and the first line is a good one. Some people around him exclaimed softly, as if they couldn't believe it.

Gillian showed a pleasant smile. This sentence means that when all the flowers wither, only the plum blossoms are in full bloom against the cold wind. The bright and beautiful scenery will take over the scenery of the entire small garden.It is written that plum blossoms are unique and extraordinary. The word "du" and the word "jin" are used very well, and the aftertaste is long. The first sentence is a very good sentence.The prince can actually write poetry!Thinking about it this way, it seems that there is nothing that the world can't do.

Li Ye deliberately stopped for a while, it would be too suspicious if he didn't think about it.

Lin Bu's "Xiaomei in the Mountain Garden" was hailed by later generations as a masterpiece of plum-chanting poems through the ages, that is, chanting plums is also a metaphor for people, so Su Shi later commented: "Mr. "Siku Quanshu Zongmu" also said: His poems are as clear and elegant as his own.

But Li Ye can't bear this comment. Anyway, what he did is far from the artistic conception of "clear, bone-cold and clean". problem.

Thinking of this, he glanced at Gillian, who had an expectant expression on her face, pinching her small hands nervously on her chest, and slowly wrote down the second sentence: Sparse shadows and slanting water, clear and shallow water, dark fragrance floating in the moon and dusk.

Xie Linjiang followed it and read it out: "Sparse shadows slant horizontally, water is clear and shallow, dark fragrance floats at moon dusk"

As soon as the voice fell, the audience was silent, and people kept breathing.
In the distance, Ding Yi seemed a little disbelieving. After chewing carefully, his face was ashen, and he opened his mouth for a long time and was speechless.Just now, Zhong Li, who was about to watch a good show, took two steps back and sat down on the stone bench behind him, unable to stand up again.

"Sparse shadows and slanting water, clear and shallow water, dark fragrance floating in the moon and dusk" Gillian looked excited, her eyes were shining brightly, she recited it twice silently, the more she recited, the more she liked it!

I just feel that these two sentences are so beautiful that she can hardly speak. The sparse shadows are slanting in the clear and shallow water, and the quiet fragrance is floating in the dusk and moonlight. After writing all fourteen characters, it was impossible for her to think of such a good sentence!

I'm afraid. I'm afraid it can be compared to the famous sentence of the ages!How high is the son's talent!

After four sentences, there was no sound in the entire garden, the previous sarcasm, banter, and disdain were all gone, and everyone fell silent.Some people are ashamed, while others are looking forward to it.Even the big figures on the high platform got up and probed, listening attentively.Li Xingzhou, who is as steady as Mount Tai in the middle, writes calmly and seems to have become the center of this small world at this time, affecting everyone with his every move.

The next four sentences were completed in one go without any pause. Everyone listened with all their ears, and Xie Linjiang read it aloud.

"Frost birds steal their eyes first when they want to go down, and pink butterflies know how to get together and break their souls;

Fortunately, we can meet each other with a little song, and we don’t need sandalwood boards to share a golden bottle.” When he read aloud full of emotion, a song "Xiaomei in the Mountain Garden" appeared on the paper.

Zhongfang shakes down Du Fuyan, and takes all the style to Xiaoyuan.

Shuying horizontally and shallow water, subtle fragrance floating moon dusk.

Frostbirds want to steal their eyes first, and the white butterflies are like knowing and breaking their souls.

Fortunately, there is nothing to say about it, no need for a total of gold bottles.

At this point, the atmosphere of the entire poetry meeting became solemn in the silence, and the audience only sighed slightly. The onlookers stepped back one after another, and many people bowed to Li Ye with shame on their faces.

The people on the stage couldn't wait to wave their hands to signal that they wanted to read the poems. Xie Linjiang took half a step back and said, "Since the son made it for Miss Wang, the original manuscript should be collected by Miss Wang."

Gillian nodded shyly, picked up a corner carefully, and put away the paper after the ink was dry, like holding a treasure to the judging table.

(End of this chapter)