"Eh, the first line is quite interesting."
When he heard the words 'how deep is the courtyard', Li Qingzhao was shocked.
The three words were quite interesting.
Xie Daoyun was also deep in thought as he waited for Li Hao's next words.
"The courtyard is very deep, the willows are piled up with smoke, and the curtains are countless. Jade Schleswig carved saddle tour smelting place, the building is too high to see Zhangtai Road.
The rain is heavy and the wind is wild. It's late in March. The door is closed at dusk. There's no way to stay in spring. Tears in her eyes, she asked the flower without saying a word, and the red flew over the swing.”
After Li Hao finished reading the entire poem, everyone was shocked.
Since Ouyang Xiu didn't appear, he would use his words first.
Even those who didn't know poetry could feel the various scenes in this poem. It was like a poignant and beautiful story.
"I wonder how deep the courtyard is? Rows of willows piled up green clouds, and layers of curtains were uncountable.
Where are the luxurious chariots and horses now? I can't see Zhangtai Road when I climb the tall building.”
The first sentence sounded like a woman sitting alone in a tall building, looking at the scenery outside silently.
In the deep courtyard, there seemed to be a soul that was isolated from the world.
"In the late spring of March, when the wind and rain are fierce, the door is closed at dusk, but there is no way to keep the spring light.
I asked the flower with tears in my eyes. The flower was silent. I saw the scattered falling flowers flying over the swing.”
The last sentence was a direct reflection of the scenery. The rain was raging and the wind was raging. The wind and rain were merciless, and spring could not stay.
The man became a flower, and the flower became a human. In her tears, she let the wind blow.
To Hou Xibai, who was well versed in poetry, it was even more touching.
In his opinion, Li Hao was using this phrase to tell her that these twelve fairies were forced to marry into the high platform and cry every day.
So what? The walls of the courtyard were high, but they couldn't come out.
This poem seemed to be mocking him and the world.
What fairy? Now that the fairy was forced to marry, none of them dared to stand up.
For a moment, Hou Xibai was stunned.
Suddenly, a beautiful voice came from the Imperial Residence.
"Although this poem is good, it is still a little lacking to become the master of Ci under the heavens.”
After this voice was heard, the people outside were instantly shocked.
"This voice, this, is Fairy Qing Zhao's.”
"The world's number one talented woman, Fairy Qing Zhao?”
"Other than her, who else could it be?"
Hou Xibai was shocked. Fairy Qingzhao was the fairy in the hearts of all the scholars.
Although he came from the Flower Faction and was well-versed in both martial arts and literature, Hou Xibai had always considered himself a scholar.
"Hou Xibai of the Gathering of Flowers greets Fairy Qingzhao.”
When they discussed the Dao with martial arts, they were the Flower Faction. When it came to literature, they were called the Flower Gathering.
When Li Hao heard this, he immediately laughed."Flower Fair, you are just a mediocre person. It seems that the poem just now didn't wake you up.”
"Fine, I'll give you another poem. It's for you, the Flower Collection, and all the great poets in the world. If you're not convinced, you can come and challenge me to a poetry contest. I can't be bothered to deal with them one by one.”
"Qingzhao little girl, I'll give you another poem. This seat of the world's master of poetry, I, your husband, will sit down.”
"The flowers fade, the red and green apricot are small. When swallows fly, green water flows around people. There are few willow trees blowing on the branches. Where is there no fragrant grass in the world?
The swing in the wall and the road outside the wall. Outside the wall people, inside the wall beauty smile. The laughter gradually faded away, but the heartlessness annoyed him.”
"I didn't want to use such graceful words, but I don't need to use bold words to slap your faces.”
"Haha, let's laugh at the sky and go out. How can we be ordinary people? Anne, let's go.”
"Alright, Young Master."
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"This lecher."
When Li Qingzhao heard Li Hao's words before he left, he couldn't help but blush.
"Sister Qingzhao, this poem is also quite good. Compared to the previous one, I like it better.”
"There are plenty of fish in the sea.”
Li Qingzhao also said the same words, and he immediately felt a fragrance on his lips and teeth.
Was this really the legendary number one silkpants of the Great Tang?
The two talented women looked at each other and were shocked.
There were probably not many people in the world who could come up with such a phrase.
Even Li Qingzhao herself, who was known as the number one talented woman in the world and the number one female Ci writer since ancient times, could only compose a few poems like this.
Moreover, the path of poetry had to be reasonable and reasonable. These two poems were undoubtedly top-notch.
"Sisters, although I don't know poetry, I really like the last two sentences that little guy said.”
"Laugh at the sky and go out. How can we be people of Penghao? Did the ancients write this poem?”
Suddenly, Wu Meiniang's voice came from the small courtyard.
"According to what Qing Zhao knows, there is no such poem.”
"I've never heard of Dao Yun before."
"Ah, this little fellow has really improved. He can have such boldness.”
Among all the women, only Wu Meiniang knew Li Hao the best. After all, she was the successor of Li Tianxia's Son of Heaven Dragon Fist.
But because he understood Li Hao, he understood his character and ability.
These two consecutive poems and one incomplete poem made her look at him in a new light.
"What's wrong, sister Mei Niang, you won't go back on our agreement just because of these poems, right?”
"That's right. We made an agreement with the little fellow. If you can't defeat us, don't even think about serving him.”
Instantly, chattering sounds rang out in the Imperial Residence. The entire Imperial Residence became lively.
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Outside the mansion, Hou Xibai looked dispirited. He was still thinking about the last words Li Hao had said before he left.
He didn't even have the time to pay attention to the person who was captured.
He allowed the guards to capture that person and throw him into prison.
"Fine, I'll give you another poem. It's for you, the Flower Collection, and all the great poets in the world. If you're not convinced, you can come and challenge me to a poetry contest. I can't be bothered to deal with them one by one.”
These words were like a knife stabbing into Hou Xibai's heart, making him feel uncomfortable all over.
Such a hedonistic son of a rich family dared to provoke the world's famous poet, but he was helpless.
He couldn't write such a poem. In fact, in the past hundred years, there weren't many poems in the Gathering of Flowers.
At the thought of this, Hou Xibai secretly decided that he would tell this to all the scholars in the world.
He did not believe that there were so many scholars in the world, but there was no one who could surpass this profligate young master.
Wang Mojie, the so-called Buddha in poetry, and Liu Sanbian, the rebel of the Confucian Sect who was known to sing Liu Ci wherever there was a well water to drink, could not possibly be inferior to Li Hao.
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