In Taiji Palace, the palace banquet had already begun, and the ministers offered their blessings.
After three rounds of wine.
The first batch of poems selected from the various poetry gatherings outside the palace were presented. The eunuchs would read them aloud, and then the civil officials would express their opinions and comment on them.
Looking at the stack of scrolls, Li Shiming was naturally overjoyed. He smiled and said,"Our Great Tang is truly filled with talents.”
"With so many good works, you have a good time today.”
After saying that, he had the eunuch present a brush and ink, and then had someone read the poems on the scroll one by one.
If there was someone who liked it, he would send someone to present it separately and record the name for His Majesty to personally endorse.
After reading more than ten poems in a row, Li Shimin and most of the civil officials shook their heads slightly.
When the eunuchs picked up the last scroll, there were only a few people.
The civil officials at this palace banquet were all well-versed in poetry. Whether the poems were good or not, they would know immediately.
" Green sky rises, hanging high in Guanghan Palace…"
"Hmm? Who wrote this poem?" After reading the last poem, Li Shimin's eyes lit up and he asked.
The eunuch answered truthfully,"Your Majesty, this poem is from the Ruoshui Poetry Society. It was written by the daughter of the Lu Kingdom, Marquis Yulan."”
Li Shimin nodded with a smile." This poem is not bad. Let me take a closer look."”
Du Ruhui frowned. From the first line of the poem, he felt that it was familiar.
It was not until the eunuch finished reading that he remembered that he had seen this poem in the study of his disciples.
How did it become Hou Yulan's poem?
After hesitating for a while, Du Ruhui took a sip of wine, his eyes full of playfulness.
Actually, it wasn't unusual for someone to buy a poem to make a name for themselves at the annual poetry meet. Everyone knew the inside story.
However, if it was his own disciple, it seemed that he would have to investigate it properly.
Fang Yaoyi frowned. Although she usually taught Su Xiaoshan how to read, she had never written a poem, let alone sing a song.
Scholars were proud of themselves and disdained those who cheated the world.
Moreover, a talented girl like Fang Yaoyi would not do such a thing.
However, he didn't want to embarrass Su Xiaoshan. He thought for a moment and said,""Is it the poem that Young Master gave me?”
After saying that, he winked quietly.
She knew very well that Su Xiaoshan had gone out with Li Qin just now. It must have been that young master's idea.
Now that things had come to this, even if he was really inferior to Hou Yulan, he would just admit it. He couldn't possibly impersonate her.
Su Xiaoshan understood what she meant when she saw the young lady's expression. She knocked her head and pretended to be upset." Yes, it's the song that the young master gave you."”
"Miss, you don't know, but this poem can be sung as a song.”
Hou Yulan immediately guessed who it was and smiled." Oh? This is the first time I've heard of a poem that can be sung.”
"May I ask which young master is so powerful?”
Su Xiao Shan pouted. Although she didn't want to talk to this person, she still had to give him face. She could only say in a bad mood,"It's Young Master Li."
"Young Master is amazing. The wine at this poetry gathering was all brewed by him.”
Instantly, the scholars and beauties below started discussing.
"The wine at this poetry gathering is indeed delicious. What kind of poem can a mere merchant come up with?”
"So he's just a merchant. I thought he was a student of some famous person.”
"Young Master Li is the one who only cared about eating just now. He's extremely vulgar.”
"Did you know that the person just now actually asked if there was a proper meal?”
"How insulting! How insulting!"
"This Ruoshui Poetry Association has the name of a wine shop and actually invited this kind of person over. It's really embarrassing for us scholars!”
Fang Yaoyi's expression was extremely ugly, she had not expected the situation to turn out like this.
For a time, Ruoshui Poetry Meet became a poetry meet that was fishing for fame and was in cahoots with the vulgar.
Hou Yulan had achieved the effect she wanted. She put on a concerned look and said,"Everyone, calm down. We haven't heard of this wine seller's masterpiece. Perhaps it's a good poem?”
A woman beside her replied," He's just a vulgar person who sells wine. What great work can he do? I'm afraid it's not something like one, two, three, or four coins."”
His words caused the crowd to burst into laughter.
Fang Yaoyi's face was pale, she opened her mouth wanting to say something, but her heart was powerless.
"You can't say that," Hou Yulan said in a strange tone."After all, he's a distinguished guest personally invited by Miss Fang."”
"Little servant girl, why aren't you quickly sharing the masterpiece of your wine seller with everyone? Let us see?"
She had a magnanimous look on her face, but in fact, she was already laughing in her heart. What talent could a wine seller have?
Fang Yaoyi had actually invited such a lowly person. This was good, he could directly trample Fang Yaoyi into the mud by using this point.
How could Su Xiaoshan not hear the sarcasm in Hou Yulan's words? She opened the scroll and opened her mouth.
"When will the bright moon appear? I take my wine and ask the blue sky. I wonder what year it is in the palace in the sky.”
"I want to ride the wind and return, but I'm afraid that it's too cold at the top.”
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"People have joys and sorrows, and the moon has its ups and downs.”
"I hope that people will live long and spend thousands of miles together.”
The melodious and elegant voice echoed in the air above Ruoshui's Poetry Meet. Everyone present quieted down and held their breaths to listen, afraid that the slightest sound would disturb this earth-shattering tune.
Everyone present was a person with a deep foundation in diction. Just hearing the first few lines of the song, they were already aware of the artistic conception of this poem.
Magnificent, melodious, yet with a faint sadness.
It was as if he was telling the world all the joys and sorrows.
Poetry had existed for hundreds of years, and there were countless works with magnificent artistic conception. However, on the road of development of poetry, it often went to the extreme of modification, metaphor, and other techniques.
And this song, no, the mood of this poem changed with the sentences, from majestic to sad and happy, natural to the extreme.
Although this poem was short and long, it was catchy.
"People have joys and sorrows, and the moon has its ups and downs.”The official in charge of copying the poem muttered and repeated. After a long while, he seemed to wake up from a dream." Miss, can you lend me the poem in your hand to copy?”
Su Xiaoshan nodded vigorously and handed it over with both hands.
The official carefully took it and read it word by word again. Then, he exhaled and nodded slightly." When Will the Bright Moon Appear? Good poem, really good poem."”
"Once this poem is published, it will definitely be famous throughout the world.”
After saying that, he raised his head slightly. He was also a handsome young man in his early twenties.
He glanced at Hou Yulan, his tone filled with dissatisfaction. In fact, he had been dissatisfied with the way these people were doing things.
Although scholars looked down on each other, it was ungentlemanly to be so aggressive.
"Some people write a good poem and become arrogant.”
"There are also some people who judge others to be incompetent because of their status.”
"In my opinion, even if these people wrote poems for another thousand years, they would never be able to write such good poems.”
Silence!
A pin-drop silence!
Hou Yulan was stunned on the spot. The expression on her face became more and more interesting. Her face alternated between green and white, and she swallowed her saliva gently.
And Fang Yaoyi was the same, her expression was one of disbelief. She knew that Li Qin could compose poems, but this poem, even her own father probably could not write such a good poem.
Since ancient times, women's emotions had been extremely delicate.
After singing this long and short sentence, the moon was full, and she was alone. A beautiful vision seemed to appear in front of her eyes.
Every sentence could make people quickly immerse themselves in the artistic conception of this long and short sentence.
The people who had been praising Hou Yulan were now silent.
Now, let's compare.
Forget it, there was no comparison.
Hou Yulan felt her face burning. She was aggressive and even mocked a restaurant. What talent could it have?
And now…
Su Xiaoshan was a little puzzled." Why aren't you guys talking?”
There was complete silence.
Su Xiaoshan looked around and was shocked to find that all the scholars and beauties around her had their heads lowered.
Su Xiaoshan blinked innocently." Eh? Young masters and young ladies, I'm done singing. Why don't you give me some comments?”
As soon as he finished speaking, the surrounding people lowered their heads even more.
You're doing this on purpose!
Who would dare to comment on such a long and short sentence that could be passed down through the ages?
Who had the right to comment!
Hou Yulan forced a smile and raised her head to ask Su Xiaoshan,"Was this written by that young master just now?”
Definitely not! This was definitely not a poem that a wine seller could write.
"It was indeed not written by me. It was written by a gentleman called Su Dongpo.”
At this moment, Li Qin walked in and happened to hear Hou Yulan's words, so he told her the truth.
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