Under everyone's shock, Li Chengqian took another step forward.""Don't you see, the bright mirror in the high hall grieves for the white hair, like the black hair in the morning and the snow in the evening?”
There was no lack of poetry masters in the Purple Bamboo Forest. When they heard Li Chengqian's two lines, they immediately clapped their hands and exclaimed in admiration!
"Your Highness the Crown Prince is indeed a genius!"
"As expected of His Highness the Crown Prince. He is indeed intelligent and quick-witted!”
"Wonderful! These two lines were really wonderful! The poem was like a river flowing into the sea, gushing down thousands of miles! Excellent, excellent!"
While everyone was praising her, Cui Yue's expression was as ugly as if someone had suddenly died in her family.
Li Chengqian took another sip of wine and praised,""Good wine, good wine, hahahaha!”
Then, he hugged the big wine jar with both hands and said in high spirits,"You must enjoy life to the fullest. Don't let the golden cup face the moon empty. Heaven gave me talent, I will be useful, thousands of gold scattered to come back. Cook sheep and slaughter cattle for fun, and drink three hundred cups at a time. Mid-Autumn Festival, purple bamboo forest, will be drinking, don't stop drinking! Hahahaha, everyone, this king will toast you!”
Li Chengqian held the wine jar and turned 360 degrees. He bowed to everyone present and then took a gulp of wine.
"Hahaha, Your Highness is forthright!"
"Today, I heard a poem. From now on, I will never forget the Zhenguan wine!”
"Your Highness, what is the name of your poem? This old man will definitely personally take this poem down to record what I have seen today!”An old man with white hair and a white beard squeezed out from the crowd. His old face was filled with excitement as he asked with a trembling voice.
"Isn't this the crazy poet Su Chengping who dared to face Emperor Yang for a poem? He's actually still alive!" Someone in the crowd suddenly exclaimed.
"Hiss, it's really him! Su Chengping is still alive?"
"Sigh, even that high-spirited poet madman from back then has grown old!”
Many old men with gray hair sighed one after another. Li Chengqian's poem had completely evoked their youth. The past of their generation was full of vigor and vigor!
"Old sir, there's no need to be like this. After I finish filling in the second half of this poem, I'll definitely tell everyone the name of the poem!”Li Chengqian personally helped the white-haired Poetic Madman Su Chengping up. Then, he raised his wine jar and took a big gulp.
"What?!"
" There's still the lower half!?"
"The part just now was actually only half?”
"Your Highness the Crown Prince is truly a genius! Alas, this old man was right to come to the Purple Bamboo Forest today!”
Amidst everyone's exclamations, Li Chengqian took a step forward in high spirits."I'll sing a song with you. Please listen to it for me.”
Hualala!
The entire place fell silent again!
Everyone held their breaths and stared at Li Chengqian. Their faces were flushed red and filled with excitement. As long as there was some ink in their stomachs, they could feel that they were about to witness a poem that was enough to be passed down for generations!
"Bells, drums, and jades are not valuable. I hope I won't wake up after a long time of drunkenness.”Those old men with heads full of white hair stared at Li Chengqian, excitedly pulling into their fists.
"Since ancient times, sages have been lonely, only the drinker has left his name. Once upon a time, the king of Chen held a banquet in Pingle. He drank ten thousand taels of wine and laughed at will. Why did the host say that he was short of money? He had to buy it directly and pour it to you.”Those scholars who were not successful, those nobles who were not successful in the officialdom, and those silkpants who could not inherit their father's title, all silently raised their bowls of wine and smiled at each other.
"A streaky horse and a thousand gold fur coat. I'll go out and exchange them for good wine to share with you the sorrow of eternity.”
Li Chengqian finished reciting in one breath and woke up from the poetic mood. He found that everyone was holding wine bowls and staring at him with bright eyes.
He immediately laughed and picked up the wine jar.
"A toast to Your Highness!"
Li Chengqian also took a big gulp and said,"This poem is called 'When I Drink, I Don't See You.' This king will give it to everyone present. Today, in this Purple Bamboo Forest, we will not talk about political affairs. We will only eat big mouthfuls of meat and drink big bowls of wine. Today, let us forget all our worries and drink to our hearts 'content!”
"Wine, wine! Good name, good name, hahaha!"
"You must enjoy life to the fullest. Don't let the golden cup face the moon. Come and drink!”
"Hahahaha! His Highness the Crown Prince was truly a man of temperament!”
Amidst the praises of the crowd, Li Chengqian stared disdainfully at the pale Cui Yue." This Prince heard that you were able to write poetry when you were three years old. You were even known as the Chang 'an prodigy. I wonder if this prodigy Cui has any advice for this Prince's poem,' Let's drink.'”
Cui Yue's face was pale as she looked at Li Chengqian's childish face that was full of playfulness. Her heart was in a mess and she stood there for a long time before she quibbled,"Your, Your Highness Crown Prince, I was asking you to write a poem about the Mid-Autumn Festival. Why did you misinterpret my meaning and write a poem about wine?”
"How preposterous!"
"You can't even figure out what the Crown Prince's poem is about, and you're still called a child prodigy?”
"Wine? What a sophistry! The prodigy Cui Yue is nothing more than this!"
The others didn't show any respect to the Cui family. They looked at the pale Cui Yue with contempt and snorted.
"Everyone, don't be so angry. Our Cui Shentong must be drunk, so he thought that this king's wine talk was about wine.”
Li Chengqian waved his hand and calmed everyone's chaotic discussion. He continued,"However, Cui Shentong is right. Since today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, this king should write a poem that suits the occasion. Let this king think about it!”
With that, under everyone's bright gazes, Li Chengqian hugged the wine jar and walked forward step by step. After walking seven steps in a row, he suddenly stopped.
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