The Song Dynasty has been deliberate for 16 years, only to know that it is the Water Margin

Chapter 169 Write poetry, write poetry!
If you can do it yourself, if you can't do it, you will be fined three cups of wine. Everyone clapped their hands and applauded.

The drinking rules for the big banquet, except for those who are too young, can basically participate, and concubines and emperors are no exception.

However, if it was about guessing riddles, the concubines and princesses would be even more excited. As for composing poems and lyrics, they would basically choose to drink and not get involved, because this was obviously a moment for the princes to show their talents.

The Emperor Daojun's eyes fell on the side of the prince's seat. Looking all the way from the prince, the youngest prince who can sit behind the table independently is only five or six years old. At this time, he is eating chicken legs, not listening to what everyone is saying.

Emperor Daojun shook his head inwardly, thinking that the second elder brother had already made good poems at his age, and the third elder brother could also write wonderful calligraphy at this time, and then his eyes fell on Zhao Tun and Zhao Kai.

Zhao Tong was turning the wine glass in front of him lightly with his hand, he didn't know what he was thinking about, Zhao Kai still looked at his eyes and mouth, since the incident with Zhang Xian Niu Er last time, although his body was a little weaker, his temperament became more and more calm day by day.

The Emperor Daojun looked at the imperial daughter again, and said: "Don't just focus on drinking, if you don't want to guess riddles, you have to sneak away and don't participate. You might as well do what you get, and everyone will judge together."

Princesses, look at me, I look at you, all pursed their lips, just staring at the various fruit wines in front of them, thinking that taking this opportunity, it would be better to drink two more glasses of wine, as for poetry, let the brothers over there do it, Wouldn't it be more beautiful to drink while tasting.

The emperor Daojun couldn't see the thoughts of these imperial daughters, but there was no way to force this kind of thing, and it was not like the court, it is not easy to put on official airs at family banquets.

He said to the prince: "It doesn't have to be in the order of age and seat, whoever recites it directly in his heart."

Some of the princes immediately looked sad when they heard the words, some lowered their heads and giggled, and some quietly took out a small note from their sleeves, apparently they had written it in advance.

At this time Zhao Fu said: "Father, I'll come first!"

The Emperor Daojun looked at him: "Myna, you are quick with your writing and thinking, did you finish it so quickly?"

Zhao Fu rolled his eyes: "My child has something in his heart, but it may not be the best in a hurry, so please give me some advice."

While talking, he took a sneak peek at Zhao Gou, Zhao Gou was looking down at the little note, and he couldn't help showing a sneer at the corner of his mouth. A few days ago, he knew that there was going to be a big banquet, so he found a group of people to encourage him to compose poetry. I made it together in advance, but Zhao Gou didn't even memorize it, and it's too stupid to memorize it now.

Everyone's eyes fell on Zhao Fen, he cleared his throat, raised his head slightly, and chanted:
Shake the red wall when you meet the scene, and learn Zen before spring comes.

The poem becomes the stars and the moon falls, and the drunken place becomes a fairy.

After reciting and sitting down, everyone tasted it, and most of them couldn't tell whether it was good or bad. They only felt that the rhyme was fine, so they applauded themselves.

Emperor Daojun said on it: "It's the first five-character quatrain, but it's neat. It's just that the allusion is a bit obscure, and it escapes later, but it's not bad."

Hearing this, Zhao Fu's face was filled with resentment. He was the first to stand up and write a poem because he wanted to impress the officials and attract everyone's attention. The so-called pearls and jades came first, but he didn't expect the officials' evaluation to be very average. At this level, I can't help being a little discouraged for a while.

Zhao Gou secretly laughed at the side. The group of people discussed it a few days ago and made it in advance. It's just that he suddenly got something and wanted to change a few words, so he took out the note and looked at it. Silly, isn't it the first one to stand up and write a poem?If there is no comparison, how can the officials give a special evaluation? Didn't the second brother and the third brother not move? They all wanted the finale.

Zhao Gou thought in his heart, how could he wait until after five or six people to do it, so as to show the outstanding effect, but at this moment, suddenly, he felt a sharp pain on the buttocks behind the chair, which hurt him so much. The sound of "ahhh" jumped up.

Looking down with angry eyes, it was Zhao Fu who took a chopstick and secretly retracted it, with a sinister smile on his face.

Zhao Gou was so angry that he just wanted to take revenge when he saw everyone looked at him, and the Emperor Daojun said: "It seems that Brother Nine has gained something too."

The corners of Zhao Gou's mouth twitched, thinking that this kid Zhao Fen is really not a thing, the thing he wrote is not in the eyes of the officials, so he came to harm his own family, but now he can't sit back anymore, so he can only bite the bullet and say: "Reporting to daddy, there is indeed something to gain."

Emperor Daojun said: "Let's listen."

Zhao Gouqing had no choice but to cough, looked at the autumn scenery outside the hall, and chanted deeply:
In the face of Jing Cangxia, Liangyuan is misty and rainy.

How much hate is on the silver string, and the moon hangs on a hook.

"Huh?" Emperor Daojun's eyes lit up, and he said, "Brother Nine's Wujue Bageng has a sophisticated wording, and it sounds quite pleasing to the eye."

Everyone heard that the evaluation was higher than that of Zhao Fen's work, so they couldn't help but look at Zhao Gou a few more times, especially Mrs. Wei, Zhao Gou's mother-in-law, who was so happy that they couldn't close their mouths from ear to ear.

Zhao Gou sat down complacently, and Zhao Fu's expression was not good. When a group of people were talking about poems before, Zhao Gou did not do this. Sounds like another poem?
This kid is too treacherous!

At this time, Zhao Gou reached out and pinched Zhao Mo, the Lord of the Town who was next to him.

Zhao Mo was helpless at the moment, both the starling and the ninth brother stood up and did it, if he stayed behind to do it, he was afraid that he would be blocked by the two of them in the corner and beat him. Big enough to lift him up.

Just as Zhao Mo was about to bite the bullet and stand up, someone on the opposite side said: "Daddy, I will also compose a song."

Everyone saw that it was Zhao Hu'er, and saw that she had grabbed a cake of unknown type, her mouth was covered with icing sugar, and she didn't forget to take another bite after speaking.

Seeing this, Madam Zheng said, "Hu'er, don't mess around."

Emperor Daojun shook his head and said, "Let Thirteenth Sister compose a song and listen to it."

Zheng Niangniang had no choice but to nod, and saw Zhao Huer sitting in Zhao Fujin's arms below, pointing at a big tree outside the hall with a cake and said: "I also make five characters, there is a tree outside the door, two big branches, Two big forks..."

She licked it for a long time, but it couldn't come out, and then found that many eyes were staring at her, she couldn't help feeling a little scared, and when she squeezed her mouth, her eye sockets began to get wet.

At this time, Zhao Fujin whispered in her ear: "In spring, moss turns into leaves, and in winter, snow turns into flowers."

"That's right, moss turns into leaves in spring, and snow turns into flowers in winter." Zhao Huer hurriedly said loudly.

Everyone laughed, seeing that it was Zhao Fujin who told the story secretly.

Seeing this, Emperor Daojun stroked his beard and said with a smile, "Fu Jin will write a song too."

Zhao Fujin stood up and said, "Father, I'm afraid I can't write quatrains well, so let's write an ancient poem."

Emperor Daojun nodded: "Yes."

Zhao Fujin thought for a while, then opened his mouth and said:
Yiren walks in the clouds, dancing in the sky with light sleeves.

The evening wind sweeps the night moon, and the dream frightens Loulan.

Thirty thousand prosperous Tang operas, eight thousand strong rivers and mountains.

The ink is gone, and the river and the sea are full of green smoke.

Stepping into the twilight of autumn, searching for scenery is a key step.

When do you fly before the rain?Caixia returns both.

"Good poems, good poems!" Zhao Hu'er was the first to clap her hands: "Fifth Sister's poems are the best."

Emperor Daojun nodded: "This Yiren song is pretty good, quite imposing, Fu Jin worked hard."

When the princesses heard the praise, they all looked at Zhao Fujin with complicated eyes. There was a concubine who couldn't help poking his own daughter around him, and secretly winking, but it's not easy to improvise when composing poems and lyrics, most of them are frowning and whispering , or pretending not to know her mother's hint, just holding the wine glass.

At this moment, the second princess Zhao Jinnu stood up and said, "Daddy, I'll make a song."

Zhao Jinnu is the same mother and younger sister of Prince Zhao Huan. She is married. Her husband is the descendant of Cao Bin, the founder of the country, Cao Sheng, the general of the left guard.

Cao Sheng is accompanying the last seat at the prince's table at the moment, seeing his wife standing up to write a poem, he couldn't help being startled, and then buried his head on the table, he can't be persuaded, he can't be persuaded, he'd better have a drink.

The Emperor Daojun said: "What poem will the golden slave write?"

Zhao Jinnu said: "Father, my son should imitate the eighth brother and the ninth brother, and write the first quatrains."

Emperor Daojun was puzzled, he had never heard of Zhao Jinnu's poetic talent, but he still nodded and said, "Let's listen to it."

Zhao Jinnu glanced at his own officials who were drinking on the opposite side, and chanted:
Sleeping delicately and weakly, the poet recognizes a good name.

Red dust flowers laugh and talk, iron horses are afraid of the whip.

Everyone was silent when they heard the words, and Cao Sheng almost spit out a gulp of wine.

Neat is neat, it is also the first Bageng, and the rhyme is not bad at all, but what are these words?
Zhao Gou glanced at Zhao Fen, and said in a low voice, "What is the allusion in Second Sister's poem?"

Zhao Fu was stunned, thought for a while and said: "It seems to be there, I have seen it before, but now I have forgotten it."

Zhao Gou looked at him and thought to himself that you have seen a ghost, why I haven't seen one.

Emperor Daojun said on the top: "This poem... is not your fault, read less idle books in the future, it's all a mess!"

Zhao Jinnu was not sad when he heard the words: "Daddy, I know, I will punish myself with three glasses." After speaking, he sat down and poured himself a glass of wine and drank it in one gulp, then poured two more glasses, and drank them all in one gulp , with a satisfied expression on his face.

Zhao Gou was dumbfounded, and said in a low voice, "Didn't the second sister compose poems just to have a good drink?"

Zhao Fen said: "I don't know, but it's true that she is good at wine, Zhao Mo is here for you."

Zhao Mo stood up at this moment, stretched out his hand and scratched his head: "Daddy, I will also make a song."

Daojun Emperor said: "Write poems or fill in lyrics?"

Zhao Mo said embarrassingly: "Today all the elder brothers and sisters compose poems, and the children also compose poems."

Emperor Daojun nodded, and Zhao Mo chanted:
Holding the gourd dance, Jiangcun is looking for a fisherman.

Where the scholar is happy, he can get the second classic.

After hearing this, Emperor Daojun frowned: "This is a lot of allusions, but the words are too crude, so you pass it."

Zhao Mo didn't get the compliment, so he sat down sullenly. When Zhao Gou talked to him, he just turned his face away, and Zhao Gou was so angry that he said: "Your bad poems are not good, but your temper is not small. When the banquet is over, find me How about a place to compete?"

Zhao Mo's expression turned bitter when he heard the words, and he grabbed the wine glass and took a sip, choking and coughing.

Prince Zhao Huan over there was already blushing from drinking, commenting on these poems with Zhao Tun in a low voice from time to time, and then chanted them again in a low voice.

Zhao Kai sneered in his heart when he saw it from the side, Zhao Huan must not be able to compare with him in papers, he is the number one scholar, he is good at poetry, even Zhao Tun is not convinced, Zhao Tun has an early name, but he has not written in recent years , and no more songs have been released, so it is inevitable that Jiang Lang's talents will be exhausted.

At this time, Emperor Daojun looked at Zhao Huan and said, "What is the prince doing? Why don't you write a song for your brothers and sisters to listen to?"

Zhao Huan was taken aback when he heard the words, then he put down his wine glass and stood up and said, "Daddy is right, that kid will compose a song."

Emperor Daojun said with piercing eyes, "What is the crown prince doing?"

Zhao Huan said: "Since everyone is writing poems, the boy doesn't write lyrics, so he just writes poems."

He frowned and thought for a moment, seeing everyone's eyes on him, he couldn't help crying in his heart, in fact, before coming here, he wanted to evade any drinking order, but he didn't expect it to be poetry, this is naturally not like those pranksters, evading is extremely It's difficult, and it's not good for reputation, but you can't just make a fuss about it. Wouldn't it be compared with half-grown children like Zhao Gou and the others?

Zhao Huan thought for a long time and said, "My son, let's compose a song called Chen Siwang."

After finishing speaking, he slowly chanted:

Today, I am thinking of King Chen in autumn, and I hate the past forever.

Aspirations can't bear pretense and tiredness, and Gai Cai should be able to inspire writing.

Thirty volumes of pens and books are fragrant, and two generations of romance talk about Xuanhuang.

Although the history of history is long, there are splendid chapters in the depths of the sea.

After finishing a poem, Zhao Huan wiped the sweat from his forehead with his hand, and all the alcohol flowed out with the sweat.

Everyone applauded, it doesn't matter if it's really good or not, it's always necessary to give the prince some face, after all, the most important thing is a happy family banquet.

Zhao Fen lowered his head and looked at Zhao Gou with a puzzled expression on his face. Zhao Gou also looked over. The eyes of both of them said, it's too ordinary, it's really too ordinary, even if it may be better than his own, but it's the prince. Ah, what I did was really too ordinary.

The Emperor Daojun had no expression on his face, picked up a glass of wine and took a sip, and said: "This Qilu song can be regarded as... quite satisfactory."

There is no praise, but it is not too belittling, just a word.

Over there, Zhao Kai glanced at Emperor Daojun, and then at Zhao Tun. He felt that it was time for him to make a move. Even if he always wanted to overwhelm Zhao Tun, his real opponent was the crown prince. This relationship cannot be reversed. .

"Daddy, my son will also make a song."

"Oh?" Emperor Daojun looked at Zhao Kai when he heard the words: "The number one scholar is about to compose a poem, come and listen to it."

Seeing this, Zhao Huan's expression was a little ugly. He knew that his poetry was mediocre, but just as he sat down, Zhao Kai couldn't wait to stand up. Isn't this purpose too obvious?
Seeing that Zhao Kai didn't think too much, looked at the crowd, put his hands slightly behind his back, and began to chant:
The rising sun breaks the sky for thousands of miles, and the pen dances the dragon and flies and writes the poems.

Wang Luo Lu Yang has passed away for a long time, and it has been a long time since he was exiled to Shaoling.

The autumn waves in the old place of Teng Pavilion died, and the fierce tiger died in the new end of the Shu Road.

It's worth seeing the bright moon in Shenzhou, so how can you worry about the Shaohua chapters of Xia.

After Zhao Kai finished writing a poem, Prince Zhao Huan immediately turned ashen, and sat on the chair like a clay sculpture.

Every word is aimed at, every word punishes the heart.

When he wrote about Chen Wang and Cao Zhi, his poems had a strong sense of admiration, and the other party directly wrote about Wang Luo, Lu Yang, Chu Tang, Li Bai, Du Fu, Wang Bo, etc., saying that although these people are gone, even if they are not, there are still people in the world. Compared with or even surpassed, there will be no shortage of good articles, and there is no need to search for them in the depths of the sea.

Who is this person who can be compared or surpassed?That is him, Zhao Kai. He compares himself to the bright moon of Shenzhou. With him, there is no need to worry about the lack of good articles in the world.

At this time, everyone applauded together, and the Taoist emperor also said with a smile: "Sure enough, it is a rare and good poem!"

Zhao Huan's heart trembled when he heard this, his complexion became even worse, and he couldn't help looking at Zhao Tun.

(End of this chapter)