The officials in the palace did not take Fang Shang's words to heart.
Just like what Pei Ji had said, how much weight did a quatrain have?
Since ancient times, most quatrains that could be called eternal quatrains came from famous literary masters.
All of them had experienced hardships and experienced life.
A small Ruoshui Poetry Meet was not the most famous poetry meet in Chang 'an. How could it produce quatrains that would last for thousands of years?
If word got out, people would laugh their heads off.
Presumably, this small official was lying to gain the Emperor's attention, but he did succeed.
At least His Majesty was interested.
Fang Xiaoshang did not hand the scroll to the eunuch. He slowly unfolded it and held it in his hand.
He read the poem with emotion."When will the bright moon appear?”
"I wonder what year it is in the palace in the sky?”
Before he could finish the first half of the sentence, everyone present was speechless.
It was only the first half of the poem, but the style of a great master was revealed.
The smile on Li Shi Min's face gradually disappeared, replaced by a serious expression.
Fang Xiaoshang was a scholar and had read a lot of books. Now, he was seriously reading according to the rhythm.
His voice was full of yin and yang. Although it was not as ethereal as Su Xiaoshan's singing, it was impassioned and brought another kind of artistic conception.
"Turning the vermilion pavilion, the low door, shining sleepless. There is no need to hate, what long to say goodbye to the round.”
"People have joys and sorrows, and the moon has its ups and downs. This matter is difficult to complete since ancient times."
"I hope that people will live long and spend thousands of miles together.”
After reciting the long and short sentences, Fang Xiaoshang bowed seriously. Then, he handed the scroll to the eunuch and stood aside without saying anything.
Li Shi Min nodded slowly and took the paper. He looked at it carefully and was shocked.
Not only Li Shimin, but Du Ruhui was the same. He carefully recalled the content of this long and short sentence and could only secretly feel inferior in his heart.
In this atmosphere, Hou Junji disdainfully said,"What kind of lousy poem is this? It's not neat at all. How can it compare to my daughter's poem?”
After all, he was just a military officer. He knew nothing about poetry and literature.
The length of this poem is different. How can it be better than my daughter's?
As soon as he said this, he immediately attracted several cold gazes from the civil officials.
Even Empress Zhangsun couldn't help but frown. This Hou Junji really was a martial artist who didn't know a thing or two.
Du Ruhui's face turned red from anger. He couldn't help but exhale." Lord Hou, if this poem is a lousy poem, then a poem written by a noble daughter probably can't even be considered a lousy poem!”
Although he was extremely angry, he still didn't expose Hou Yulan's purchase of the poem.
If he exposed this matter in front of the civil and military officials, it would be equivalent to falling out with the Duke of Lu. This matter would probably be difficult to resolve.
Hou Junji glared at him."Lord Du, your words are unreasonable.”
Du Ruhui didn't give in. He straightened his body and was about to speak when Li Shimin waved his hand and interrupted him.
Li Shimin had already been told who wrote this poem, but in order to make Ba 'er famous, he pretended not to know and asked,"Fang Xiaoshang, who wrote this poem? Who did you learn from?"
Fang Xiaoshang was slightly startled. He thought for a moment and said,"Your Majesty, I forgot to ask for his name earlier. I only know that the young master is the shopkeeper of the Du Wine House and his surname is Li. I don't know anything else.”
Du Tavern, surnamed Li?
F * ck!
Fang Xuanling almost spat out a mouthful of wine. Wasn't that Young Master Li?
This ancient quatrain was actually composed by that fellow.
Back then, he was actually so foolish as to give pointers to others? He even said that he was poor and had short ambitions.
Now that he thought about it, Fang Xuanling only felt his face burning.
However, thinking about it, Young Master Li had earnestly asked for guidance that day without any impatience.
Thinking about it this way, Fang Xuanling couldn't help but have a good impression of Young Master Li. If the person the Empress had bestowed marriage to was really Young Master Li, then his daughter had really climbed up a high branch.
Empress Zhangsun suddenly gripped her robe tightly. If she hadn't calmed down in time, she would have shouted.
No wonder Erlang was so happy and said that he had given him a big surprise. It turned out that this eternal quatrain was written by Ba 'er.
My Ba 'er is actually so talented. Empress Zhangsun's eyes trembled slightly, but she was a little sad.
"People have joys and sorrows, and the moon has its ups and downs. This matter is difficult to complete since ancient times."
"I hope that people will live long and spend thousands of miles together.”
Empress Zhangsun murmured softly, the sorrow in her heart deepening.
Ba 'er was only 16 years old, but these two lines of poetry described the vicissitudes of life.
How many hardships had he experienced?
Du Ruhui quietly swallowed his saliva after hearing about the wine shop. This Young Master Li was indeed a god. First, he had a heaven-defying strategy, and then he was full of talent.
How amazing.
Li Shi Min was extremely happy, but he hid it on his face and smiled at Pei Ji: "What does Minister Pei think of this poem?"
Pei Ji's face turned green and white at this moment, wishing he could bury his head under the table.
Now that Li Shiming had pointed out Dao Xin, he was even more bitter. What are you doing? Why do you have to drag me out and whip my corpse?
However, he couldn't say anything and forced a smile." This poem is indeed a masterpiece.”
Alright, I admit it. Don't hold on to me anymore.
Li Shi Min didn't seem to have any intention of letting him go. He continued to ask,"Does that Minister Pei think it can be considered a quatrain of the ages?”
What the hell? You're killing people.
Pei Ji was numb. He laughed dryly and flattered,"You deserve it, you deserve it."
Seeing that Li Shi Min was about to ask another question, Pei Ji hurriedly said,"Your Majesty, just now General Hou said that this poem was inferior to his daughter. I believe he must have his own opinion.”
Hou Junji's eyes went wide. Pei Ji was a crafty old fox, and he was just going to push the blame onto him?
Although he didn't understand poetry, seeing that the Emperor was extremely fond of this poem, how could he not understand the wonderful principle of this poem?
"I'm just a boorish man, I really don't understand the beauty of poetry."”
"But just now, when I thought about it, I suddenly realized that this poem only has one word to describe it.”
Li Shimin was amused and raised his eyebrows." What word?”
Hou Junji raised his thumb and deliberately dragged out his voice."Wonderful ~"
“······”
What a good fellow, he had the ability to adapt to the situation.
Seeing this, Li Shimin was too lazy to tease the two of them. He immediately ordered his trusted eunuch to frame the poem and hang it in the study.
On the other side.
Li Qin, Fang Yaoyi and the other two left the floating boat and called for a ship, preparing to return.
On the ship, Fang Yaoyi was slightly apologetic," I have troubled Young Master.”
Li Qin didn't care. In any case, he couldn't stand those people's poor posturing.
He waved his hand." You're welcome. Just help me publicize the wine shop."”
Fang Yaoyi couldn't help but laugh. This Young Master really had his eyes set on money," Young Master's poem was written extremely well. After tonight, would you still be worried about sales?”
Li Qin had a bitter expression and sighed.”
Now that he had offended so many scholars, it was already a blessing that he was not scolded to death.
Su Xiaoshan pouted. She didn't know if the poem was good or not, but she felt that this song was really nice. In the future, she would have to pester Young Master to learn a few more.
After a moment of silence, Li Qin suddenly thought that he had money on hand. It was time to expand his shop and recruit a few more helpers.
What the f * ck? The days of idling around and waiting for death were coming soon?
Li Qin's eyes suddenly lit up as he asked Fang Yaoyi,""Speaking of which, I do have a request.”
Fang Yaoyi nodded," Young Master, feel free to speak.”
"I want to rent a shop, but I'm not familiar with Chang 'an," said Li Qin.”
"I wonder if Miss Fang has any reliable recommendations?”
Now that Li Qin had nearly two hundred taels of silver in his hands, he was rich!
Fang Yaoyi pondered for a moment before smiling lightly,"The matter of renting a house is simple.”
Li Qin thought for a moment and said,"Fifty taels."”
Fang Yaoyi nodded slowly. Fifty taels was not a lot, it should be enough to pay a year's rent for a three-story restaurant. If it was really not enough, she could add some more.
"Then leave it to me. Consider it my thanks for today.”
Li Qin bowed." Thank you, Miss."”
Once they reached the shore, Li Qin took his leave first. Su Xiaoshan waved her hand in a huff." Young Master, I'll go find you another day."”
Fang Yaoyi looked at Li Qin's disappearing back and fell into deep thought.
To be honest, tonight's Ruoshui Poetry Meet had given her quite a shock.
After seeing Li Qin's poem, she was completely devastated.
Who in this world could write a hundred poems about wine, and all of them were poems that could leave a legacy for hundreds of generations?
No wonder his father advised him that day to build a good relationship with Li Qin.
The older the ginger, the spicier.
However, she did not expect Old Jiang Fang Xuanling to be stunned by the poem.
That night, Li Qin slept soundly with his arms full of silver.
However, Chang 'an was not peaceful. Overnight, the song " When Will the Bright Moon Appear " spread throughout Chang' an.
When Li Qin woke up, he was stunned.
What the f * ck?
Damn it, his reputation was going to be ruined.
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