Tang Dynasty good doctor

Chapter 238 Let You Write Poetry, Let You Write Endlessly

Slowly exhaling the turbid air in his chest, Wang Ping'an immediately thought of a poem, which was suitable for Jing'er's current situation, but in order to show that he was "very dull", he was afraid that he would write too fast. When the emperor was happy, he asked him to write another poem. Although there are many poems in my stomach, it may not be the first one that can meet the scene. Propositional composition is the best!

Turning around in circles in the field, Wang Ping'an made one seven-step, two seven-step, three seven-step, until almost ten seven-step, and he didn't make it!

Although the scholars cannot say that all of them have real materials, they also know the difficulty of composing a good poem, and composing a good poem in front of the emperor and civil and military officials is not so difficult. So no one said anything, and they all waited quietly.

The envoys from all over the world curled their lips together, thinking in their hearts: "Isn't it just to write a poem, how difficult can it be? No matter how difficult it is, it can make it difficult for a woman to give birth to a child. With his ability to spin around, the child has given birth to two children!"

Li Shimin stroked his beard, nodded slightly, and thought: "This young man is still very stable, and he is not in a hurry to express himself. This is very commendable!"

Li Zhi and Li Ke didn't say anything, but the princesses were all in a hurry. Princess Gao Yang thought: "This man is not an embroidered pillow, he looks good, but he has a bag of grass in his stomach!"

But Li Yiren blinked his big eyes, thinking: "The weather is so hot, and he kept turning around in circles, could he suffer from heat stroke, and suddenly fainted, just like the man with a neck disease, who suddenly fell to the ground How pitiful to see him sweating profusely!"

She suddenly said: "Father, he seems to be in a hurry, why don't you let him compose poems, I'm afraid he won't be able to bear it, so I will lie down on the ground!"

Li Shimin let out a thud, turned around in astonishment, and said to himself, "What's the matter with Yiren, why did he start talking for strangers?"

In the entire Furong Garden, Fang Yiai was the only one who was completely different from everyone else, and he kept thinking: "I can't do it, I can't do it..."

Wang Ping'an wiped the sweat from his forehead, stopped, and said, "Yes, Caomin has already written a poem about Loulan!"

Li Shimin stopped looking at his daughter, turned his head, and said, "Okay, then read it!"

Wang Pingan raised his voice and exhaled, and said loudly: "Qinghai Changyun dark snow mountain, the lonely city looks at Yumen Pass in the distance."

"Good!" Before the scholars could praise him, a group of civil servants praised him first.The eldest grandson Wuji started to stroke his beard, Fang Xuanling and Chu Suiliang looked at each other, and raised their thumbs in their hearts at the same time, this young man's literary talent is good, quite good!
As soon as the civil servants applauded, the military generals also clapped their hands, especially the generals of Zuo Wuwei, applauding and applauding, all said: "Yumen Pass, I know, after leaving Yumen Pass, it is a desert!"

Li Shimin also nodded slightly. The first two sentences fit the scene, clearly referring to the snow mountain and alluding to the desert. It seems that it was done on the spot, and it was not done on the spot.
Seeing that the emperor and all the officials had applauded, the scholars hurriedly applauded, all of them applauded, and Di Renjie's voice was the loudest!
Wang Pingan paused, and waited for the praise to subside for a while, and then said loudly: "The yellow sand wears golden armor in a hundred battles..."

"Okay!" With a bang, the poem was read out, this time in no particular order, and everyone in the garden cheered together!
The men applauded loudly, and the women, not to be outdone, clapped their hands and exclaimed softly, "Good!"

When the drums sounded, the musicians of Yanlefang deserved to be the first-class drummers in Chang'an. At this time, they even played the sound, and the small drums thumped, looking forward to the export of Wang Ping'an's last poem!
Wang Ping'an exhaled, let go of his voice, and waved his arms to increase his momentum. He said loudly: "If you don't break Loulan, you will never return it!"

"Good poems, good poems, wonderful poems!" Everyone in the garden shouted again!
Even Li Shimin nodded, with a smile on his face, and said loudly: "The yellow sand wears golden armor in every battle. If you don't break Loulan, you won't return it! Good poems, I should be like this!" Applaud and congratulate.

As soon as the emperor applauded, the applause in the garden was like a wave. No matter who it is, whether it is sincere or false, who should be praised, no one dared to be left behind. Even Fang Yiai applauded, saying in his heart: "When you leave the stage A fall, a fall when exiting..."

Wang Pingan clasped his hands and clasped his fists, saluted in all directions, and slowly backed away, but the incident that the concubine had hoped for did not happen. He walked steadily, not to mention falling, and he didn't even sprain his feet!
Li Shimin clapped his hands and said: "Okay, since this is a poetry and essay meeting, and the first poem has already been written, then it's time to start. But if you want to make a good poem, you need to have a good reputation. Yesterday Yan Liben painted a landscape painting This picture is for my enjoyment. It just so happened that I got a new good poem, so I personally inscribed it on the painting, and I happened to bring it with me today, so I took it out to make a splash. Among all the gentlemen, whose poem is the best , whoever this painting will be given to!"

He waved his hand, and the two little eunuchs immediately took out a scroll and opened it. There were mountains and water on it, and a poem written by Li Shimin himself!

Seeing that the crowd is too far away, they must not be able to see the painting clearly, Li Shimin said with a smile: "Take the painting around for a while, and show you dear friends to have a closer look!"

The little eunuch was about to walk around the field holding the painting when he suddenly heard a young girl's voice, saying, "Father, please let your ministers read the poem beside you, so that people who can't read can listen to it!"

Li Shimin turned his head again, surprised in his heart, Yi Ren, who has always been shy, suddenly became generous today, this kind of words should be said by Gao Yang!He nodded and said, "Okay, then you can read it to everyone!"

It is impossible for illiterate people to come to the poetry and essay meeting, even the female relatives have read a few books more or less.But Li Yiren still walked out of the flower shed and led the two young eunuchs around the venue, but she didn't recite poems, she just walked slowly, and stopped in front of Wang Ping'an's flower shed!
The people in the flower shed quickly stood up, Wang Pingan bowed slightly, and looked at Li Yiren.I saw Li Yiren pointing to the poems on the landscape paintings, and said in a crisp voice: "Chaoci Baidi among the colorful clouds, a thousand miles of Jiangling will return in one day. The apes on both sides of the bank can't stop crying, and the light boat has passed the Ten Thousand Mountains."

She read it very carefully, and when she finished, she looked at Wang Ping'an, and saw this talented man stunned and surprised!Li Yiren said: "Why, did I make a typo?"

Wang Pingan quickly shook his head and said, "No, Her Royal Highness is very accurate in reading!"

"Did you hear clearly, do you want me to read it again?" Li Yiren said.

Wang Pingan shook his head so hard that he almost lost his mind, and hurriedly said again: "I heard you clearly, don't dare to bother the princess anymore!"

Li Yiren hummed, and said: "Then I'm going back, you have to write poetry in a while!" After finishing speaking, he turned and walked towards the emperor's flower shed.

The jaws of everyone in the garden almost fell to the ground collectively!Ah, you wanted to read a poem to everyone, but you only read it once in front of Wang Ping'an, and then came back. Is this the end of the matter?
The two little eunuchs were also dizzy. They held up the painting, opened their mouths, and looked at Li Shimin together, thinking in their hearts: "The princess has gone back, so should we continue to circle around?"

Li Shimin couldn't laugh or cry, her daughter grew up in a deep palace and was ignorant of world affairs, even if you want to have a few words with Wang Ping'an, don't use this method, it's too obvious, you treat other scholars as a piece of wood!He waved his hand, indicating to the little eunuchs to go on in circles!
The other members of the royal family were all surprised, although they thought a lot, there was nothing else involved, even Princess Gao Yang had no special thoughts.But there is only one person, but now he is envious, jealous, and hates Wang Ping'an!

Who?It's Fang Yiai, Fang Consort!

Fang Yi thought lovingly: "Why is Wang Ping'an's luck so good? He seduces married girls... well, under my strict guard, he has not succeeded yet, but even ignorant girls have been deceived by him." , I'm so mad at him..."

The little eunuchs walked around the field and returned to the flower shed.Li Shimin smiled and said: "Okay, you guys have seen the paintings, why don't you start writing poems now!"

As soon as the emperor gave an order, someone came forward, took out the small flower boat, placed the jug and wine glasses, put them into the ditch in front of the flower shed, that is, the small ditch, and placed a small drum at the source of the ditch in the garden !

Another servant trotted out of the garden, ready to pour water into the small ditch. There was water in the small ditch, but the current was not rushing, so it could not be used for rafting. More water had to be put in to increase the flow!
The servant ran out of the garden, and suddenly saw two people standing on tiptoe, looking into the garden.This servant was Zhao Bi's family, so he naturally recognized one of them, and shouted, "Hey, Mr. Qiu, why are you here?"

These two people are Qiu Tingxuan and Ma Mingmei.Qiu Tingxuan said: "Go back, I'll control the water flow for you!" As he spoke, he halfway opened the sluice gate, and the pool water gushed into the ditch!

Li Shimin smiled and said, "Who will play the drums?"

Li Ke was about to stand up, he wanted to get the limelight and let the scholars thank him.Unexpectedly, before he could speak, he heard someone say: "Your Majesty, I am willing to beat the drum!" The person who spoke was actually the wife of the consort!
As soon as Fang Yiai stood up, she stunned Fang Xuanling over there, thinking: "What's wrong with Jun'er, why is he suddenly going to be in the limelight?"

Chu Suiliang was watching, also surprised, and whispered: "Brother Fang, I heard from my wife...it was my wife who heard from your wife that your son-in-law has always...always..."

In front of old friends, there was nothing to be ashamed of, Fang Xuanling took a swear word, and said angrily: "He has always been unable to give a fart with a stick!"

Chu Suiliang grunted, and said with a smile: "Probably that's what he meant, but what's the matter with him today, why is he trying to grab the limelight?"

Fang Xuanling shook his head and sighed: "Who knows what's going on with him today!" Unable to bear it, he glanced at Princess Gao Yang, and seeing Princess Gao Yang also looked surprised, obviously, she didn't instigate it!
Whoever plays the drums is irrelevant, Li Shimin is in no mood to care about Fang Yiai's little calculations in his heart, he has too many concubines, and Fang Yiai has always been the least outstanding one!

Li Shimin nodded and said, "Okay, then it's up to you to play the drums!"

Fang Yiai went to sit next to the snare drum, someone brought a handkerchief to him, and wanted to blindfold him, but Fang Yiai took the handkerchief by herself without the help of others, surrounded her eyes, the handkerchief was tied in a knot behind her head!When he was blindfolded, he left a small slit so that he could see outside.

The son-in-law was acting foolishly in public, who would have imagined it? The scholars saw him blindfolded and sat upright on their seats. Everyone's heart was pounding, and they wanted the flower boat not to stop in front of them, so as not to cause trouble. The poem was not finished, and it was ridiculed, but he hoped that the flower boat would stay in front of him, so that he could show off and attract the attention of the emperor and ministers.Everyone's mood is complicated, it's not enough to talk about it!

But Di Renjie didn't care, he was a man with knowledge, so he didn't care about writing poems. Instead, he said with a relaxed expression: "Brother, that wine was prepared in advance, it's your newly brewed spirits, but no one else has ever drank it. If anyone can't write poetry, if they have a drink, they will probably fall headlong into the ditch, and have a hard time!"

Wang Ping'an laughed and said, "It's right to close the ditch with your head!"

Li Shimin clapped his hands, indicating that it was time to start, and Fang Yiai immediately started beating the drums. The sound of the drums was pounding, and the little flower boat floated along the water, towards the flower shed where the scholars were sitting!
Although the flower boat is small, it is very delicately made. There are not only flowers on it, but also a small person who looks like a boatman. The small oar in the boatman's hand is stretched out and used as a pointer. When the drum stops, who will the oar point to? , that’s who it is, I’m going to stand up and compose a poem to wish you all the best!
Boom, boom, boom, the small drum kept beating, the flower boat flowed along the water, passed the flower sheds of the ministers, passed the flower sheds of the envoys, and arrived at the flower sheds of the scholars after a while!

The hearts of all the scholars were pounding, and they kept beating wildly with the sound of the drums. Some of them were not psychologically good, and they were so nervous that they were about to faint!

Suddenly, when the flower boat floated in front of Wang Ping'an's seat, the drums stopped, and the oar in the hands of the boatman on the flower boat was just right, pointing at Wang Ping'an!
Wang Pingan stuck out his tongue and thought: "You're so hard-pressed, why did the drums stop when I got here? I just left the stage, and now I'm going to enter the stage again!"

He stood up, went out of the flower shed, and said with some embarrassment: "Recently I like to go boating in Qujiang Pond, too many times, so the boatman recognized me, and when he saw me, he pointed his oar at me!"

Hearing his jokes, all the people in the field laughed, and the scholars all breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, it was not their turn, but they were a little disappointed. Wang Ping'an was lucky. , unexpectedly made several limelights in a row!

Many scholars began to meditate in their hearts: "I can't write poems, I can't write poems..."

Seeing that it was Wang Ping'an again, Li Shimin felt amused, what a coincidence, he appeared again.He said: "It's better to make a proposition, what kind of topic..."

Before he finished speaking, Wang Ping'an trembled in his heart, and he wanted to make a proposition. I am most afraid of propositions. Can I just do it casually?

But Fang Yiai pulled down the handkerchief and said: "Your Majesty, I have a question, it is very appropriate for the occasion!"

Li Shimin frowned, and began to wonder in his heart, this child is not like this usually, why is he talking so much today?But the son-in-law opened his mouth, and the son-in-law's father was watching from below, so he couldn't refute this face.He nodded and said, "Let's talk about it, what's the topic?"

Fang Yiai said: "Wang Ping'an is young, so he must be a romantic seed, why not let him write a poem about looking for flowers and asking for willows..." It felt a bit too straightforward, and the sour taste was too strong, so he hurriedly said: "Just talk about this The view of Furong Garden!"

(End of this chapter)