Qingqiu is difficult

Chapter 26 Poetry
The school was as boring as ever. The only difference was that there were a few more princes who came to study together. Among them, the third son of Prince Yi's family also came. His sister became the princess, and his worth also increased a lot. Suddenly, he became He became the object of admiration by everyone in Jingcheng.

Lu Xinyi sat lazily in the front row. Because she was too naughty and arrogant, Emperor Jing specially arranged for his wife to give her this VIP seat. Sitting next to her was the newly popular celebrity - Jing Mo.

When talking about "The Book of Songs" that day, Lu Xinyi felt extremely trapped. She had listened to this chapter a lot when she was in college. She still remembers that the teacher at that time was very virtuous and said, "Do you want to hear it or not?" The poem was spoken in a free and easy way, and I was intoxicated by it, without caring about the life or death of my students.

"Princess, what do you think of this chapter?" Seeing that Lu Xinyi was not listening carefully, the master felt a little resentful in his heart and called her up to ask questions.

Lu Xinyi stood up unsteadily, completely confused, his face turned red from holding back, but he heard a voice coming from behind:

"Master, let me help the princess."

She looked back and saw Yaming standing up calmly on her own:

"Master, I believe that among the "Book of Songs", the 'Ya' chapter is the superior one. The so-called articles are all written by the Emperor. The beautiful words and sentences should also be used to praise the Emperor's merits. Moreover, the 'Ya' chapter is It was written by a prince, but the country people don’t understand the meaning of the text, so the writing is really vulgar!”

Hearing this, the master stroked his beard, smiled and nodded, and everyone looked at Ya Ming with admiration.

The master's face turned, he looked at Lu Xinyi, and said sternly: "Yes, but there are some people who are not proud of their noble status, have no ambition to make progress, and have no knowledge or skills. How are they different from refugees?"

As soon as these words came out, everyone knew that they were talking about Xin Yi, and their faces showed joy - although everyone avoided her because of her status, there were many people who looked down on her in private. The Master has the arrogance of a scholar, even more I never respected her from the bottom of my heart.

Lu Xinyi said nothing and sat down sadly. She was too lazy to argue with these people. Instead of discussing Wen Yi with them, she would rather think about what delicious food Tu Shansong had cooked for her at home.

This little fox hides his secrets. Despite his appearance of being weak in literature, he is actually very good at spooning. Somehow, unlike what she wrote in her book, this little fox is extraordinarily gentle and shows no sign of wanting to kill her. .

Thinking of this, Lu Xinyi couldn't help but raised her lips and drew a little fox head crookedly on the paper.

Luo Shan, the daughter of the prime minister's family, is not easy to get along with. She wholeheartedly fawns over Ya Ming, and she also knows that Ya Ming is fond of the eldest prince Zhuo Rui, but Zhuo Rui is a sister-controller, and all she thinks about every day is the look on her sister's face. Hurt, a few days ago, Yaming had a disagreement with Zhuo Rui. Zhuo Rui was annoyed that Emperor Jing had promised his precious sister to the son of a beast slave, but Yaming had his own ambitions. Come and go.

Luo Shan was angry and thought to herself: "He looks like a straw bag, but it's a pity that he will be reincarnated."

She sat next to Yu Jingmo. Jingmo turned towards her and Feng Danyun sighed softly:
"Then you can't even reincarnate. What do you call a bag?"

Luo Shan was immediately furious - this neglected young son of the Yiwang family dared to act wild on me?But she couldn't get angry in front of him, so she used her wits and called to the Master:
"Master, Prince Yi said that he has a different opinion."

Yu Jingmo was shocked. Although he played the role of a leisurely prince, he would embarrass King Yi and make it difficult for him to behave in the future. But he had never read the Book of Songs!
The master was originally dissatisfied with giving lectures to a group of princesses every day, and preferred male students. When he heard this, he immediately became interested, lifted Jingmo up, and said with a smile:
"Oh? Mr. Jingmo, tell me quickly!"

Yu Jingmo slowly stood up from his seat, with a confused look on his face, and hesitantly said: "This... Ya... Ya is good, but... But, there are idiots among these princes... I don't think so..."

The master's face gradually became ugly. Lu Xinyi turned around and glanced, only to see Ya Ming and the others looking proud, and he understood in his heart that they were deliberately making Yu Jingmo look embarrassed.

Thinking that King Yi was an honest official and Yu Jingmo was an honest person, she stood up and said:

"Master, I think what Brother Wang said is not unreasonable: "The Book of Songs" is divided into three categories of elegant odes, but we have not seen the distinction between high and low, because the king of a country cannot only listen to the words of praise. As the saying goes, listening to both will make you understand, and partial belief will make you understand. "Darkly, following the people's customs is what everyone expects, and it is also the foundation of a king. Moreover, the world is so big, a strong country has a strong people, and the poems written are even more wonderful. How can one judge the literary talent based on the prejudice of family background!"

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a burst of applause from behind. Everyone looked back and saw Zhuo Rui and a young man coming to deliver the scroll. It turned out that he had arrived here early and deliberately waited when he heard the imperial sister speak.

Zhuorui stepped forward, first saluted the Master, and then praised: "Master understands righteousness well, and my little sister is naughty, but she can teach her so much. I will definitely go back and report to my father, and record my merits for Master!"

The master was overjoyed and said, "The princess is worthy of her royal bloodline. She has a far-sighted vision and is knowledgeable about the past and present. She has a natural wisdom!"

The two discussed politely for a few more words, then Zhuorui turned around and said to everyone:
"Since we are discussing poetry, we might as well have an impromptu poetry meeting today. We will use medicine as the theme. We have excellent works and will immediately copy them to the major academies in Jingcheng and compare them with the folk!"

She always writes poems with themes of spring flowers, snow and moon, but why this time... Zhuo Rui blinked at Xin Yi, and she suddenly understood in her heart - this princess has been weak since she was a child, and she knows the most names of medicines, and this royal brother He deliberately set things off for her so that she could win the game!
She laughed in her heart at Zhuorui's unnecessary move, but she was really touched - such brotherly love had never happened to her in her more than 20 years of loneliness.

Everyone spread out the paper, and soon the poem was written. Although Ya Ming and Zhuo Rui were angry, they couldn't help but express themselves. Luo Shan took the lead in recommending Ya Ming to read the poem. She used Angelica as the title and described going to the mountains to collect medicine. , at dusk in the Western Mountains, the scene of the mountain grass asking the herb collector.The last two lines of the poem are full of affection and go straight to -

There is such green in the mountains, and the kings and grandsons will never return.

After reading, she secretly raised her eyes to look at Zhuo Rui. Zhuo Rui coughed slightly, but seemed not to understand, and read the next person's poem with a smile.

After reading several words in a row, it was Xinyi's turn. Lu Xinyi did not intend to let down the emperor's good intentions, so he spread out the paper and let Xiao Cong hand it over leisurely.

Zhuorui took it with a smile, and after reading a few lines, his expression changed. He hurriedly handed it to the master. The two looked at each other, and the master praised him repeatedly:
"The princess is so talented in literature, so talented in literature!"

When everyone was surprised, the Master stroked his beard and read:
"De Daofan is a hundred years old, and he only has Shao Dan. On the top of the solitary peak, you can see three flowers of spring every day.

White cranes are in the green, and Huangjing is on the edge of the quiet stream.I realized that the guests in the world are not as good as the people in the mountains.

If the fairyland is in a dream, the morning clouds are as amiable.Why see the color and wave to thank the wind and dust. "

After reading, he frowned, bowed his hands and said: "Princess's heart is misty, if she is a fairy left in the world, we are too shallow!"

Lu Xinyi smiled and waved her hand. This article of hers was not actually a good one, but it did describe her "Buddhist" attitude towards life. She read a few more articles, but no one could surpass her. Today in the school After class, the Master still couldn't put it down with her article.

Luo Shan failed to cause trouble, but gave Xin Yi a chance to shine. She was so angry that her eyebrows almost crooked.

Lu Xinyi just wanted to run away quickly, for fear of being caught and continuing to discuss poetry. Before leaving, he saw that Zhuo Rui had also written an article. He secretly picked up a corner and saw a few elegant and handsome handwritings on it, but it was Xinyi's name. question.

She shook her head and smiled, secretly hid the poem and rushed to the princess mansion. Before leaving, she saw Zhuo Rui being pestered by Ya Ming, and she just got away!

Yu Jingmo put the pen aside. His "masterpiece" was finally completed, but when he turned around, he saw no one. He felt so unhappy!
Lonicera couldn't wait any longer and came up to urge him. As he walked, he read his new poem to Lonicera:
"Jingmo Fu——"

You are there to cure the disease, relieve pain and stop bleeding.

Although it is not a natural thing, it can be achieved by skilled hands.

The princes will not abandon you, but the poor will love you!Good medicine, Jingmo! "

After reading it, he laughed heartily, Lonicera yawned and said:
"Sir, if this can be called a poem, I, Rendong, can also publish a book! I also have a flower name!"

(End of this chapter)