When the crown prince of King Jing held a poetry recital, it was naturally crowded. When Ling Xiao brought Fan Ruoruo to King Jing's mansion, he did not expect the crown prince of King Jing to be waiting at the entrance for a long time.
After exchanging pleasantries, Prince Jing led Ling Xiao and Fan Ruoruo into the manor.
Once he stepped into King Jing's Mansion, Ling Xiao chose to sign in immediately.
[Congratulations to the host for signing in successfully. The reward is proficiency in ancient poetry.]
[The next check-in location has been successfully refreshed. New check-in location: Overwatch Council.]
The moment he accepted the reward, Ling Xiao's mind was filled with the crystallization of China's 5,000 years of poetry and culture. It was as if he had become a literary giant of his generation.
Because of the grudge between him and the White Deer Institute at the Stone House, Ling Xiao was immediately targeted by Guo Baokun and He Zongwei. Their words were sharp and sarcastic, and they were certain that Ling Xiao wouldn't dare to make a move in the residence of Prince Jing.
Ling Xiao even suspected that the two of them were eager for him to make a move. At that time, it would be equivalent to offending the son of King Jing for nothing.
Ling Xiao didn't stand on ceremony. He had just signed in and obtained the Ancient Poetry Proficiency, which was just in time to be put to use. Hence, he directly proposed a poetry competition. Since it was a poetry meet, he would use poetry to determine the winner.
Moreover, today's Ling Xiao already had the intention of making a name for himself.
After hiding for so long, it was time for Ling Xiao's name to be revealed to everyone.
The requirements for the competition were very simple. The Crown Prince of King Jing would set the questions. Within the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, everyone could write the poems in their hearts. Then, the judges would decide who would win or lose. Two out of three rounds!
In order to prevent anyone from reneging on their promise, the heir of King Jing promised to send someone to the Hall of Gathering Virtues to invite the Grand Scholar over as the judge of the competition.
Seeing that everyone had made up their minds, the son of King Jing immediately ordered the servants to bring a wooden table. On the wooden table were brush, ink, paper, inkstone, and the four treasures of the study. He said,"Wonderful, then it would be impolite for me to decline. The first song will be Dingchun and the frontier fortress. Everyone can choose one of the two topics.”
The first poem, the son of King Jing, could be considered to be considerate of everyone. He did not limit the topic to a fixed number, but gave two for everyone to choose freely.
The first was spring. This was the simplest. It was to take care of those who were not good at literature. The so-called scholars and talents had varying standards. Using spring as the topic was the most common. It was to prevent people from being unable to write poems when the time came and avoid embarrassment.
The second was the frontier fortress, where the heir of King Jing, who was of the royal bloodline, shared the country's worries.
Ling Xiao did not stand on ceremony. He spread out the white paper in front of him and started writing.
chunxiao
Sleeping in spring, I don't feel dawn
I hear birds singing everywhere
The sound of wind and rain at night
whispering colour
It was one of the famous poems of the famous poet Meng Haoran of the Tang Dynasty.
Ling Xiao said that he had already memorized this poem when he was six!
However, Ling Xiao did not stop there. Instead, he put the name on the page to the side, took out another piece of white paper, and started writing again.
year's end
At the end of the year, I'll be a guest far away, and I'll fight at the border
Smoke and dust invade the snowy mountains, drums and horns shake the river city
Heaven and earth bleed day by day, who in the imperial court will volunteer to fight?
How dare you die for me? Lonely, strong, frightened
After the time for an incense stick to burn, the Crown Prince of King Jing sent people to collect the poems written by everyone. After the three rounds of competition were over, they would be judged together.
"How about the second round is about the Chinese Valentine's Day?”The heir of King Jing said," There will be talented scholars, beautiful women, and talented scholars and beautiful women in this poetry competition. It's the best match for the Qixi Festival. I hope that all the talented scholars present can find the beautiful women they like. It can also be considered a good story."”
As soon as the crown prince of King Jing finished speaking, everyone closed their eyes and began to ponder. Ling Xiao naturally did not need to do so.
The distant Altair
Far away is the Altair, and the beautiful woman of the Han River.
With slender hands, she played with the loom.
All day long, he could not write a poem, and his tears fell like rain.
The Yellow River and Han River are clear and shallow. How far away are they from each other?
In the middle of the water, I can't speak.
After Ling Xiao finished writing, he was about to put down his brush and ink, but he hesitated in the end because he thought of another poem. Although it was not technically a Qixi poem, it could still be considered a Qixi poem now.
Shuidiao Songtou·When will the bright moon appear?
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 go back with the wind, but I'm afraid it's too cold to be high in Qionglou Yuyu. Dancing and making clear the shadow, how can it seem to be in the world?
Turn to the vermilion pavilion, low Qi door, light sleepless. There is no need to hate, what is long to say goodbye? People have joys and sorrows, and the moon has its ups and downs. It is difficult to complete this since ancient times. I hope that people will live long, thousands of miles away to share the moon.
After another incense stick of time, the second round of the competition ended.
"After composing two poems in a row, does everyone feel tired? Do you want us to rest first?”After the servants took back the poems, the son of King Jing said understandingly.
Ling Xiao was just about to express his agreement. It wasn't that he was tired, but because he was proficient in ancient poetry, he didn't feel the slightest pressure when it came to composing poems. It was because he was in a hurry.
" Your Highness, there's no need for that. Continue setting the questions, lest someone runs away and doesn't admit to it because they're afraid of losing the competition," Guo Baokun glanced at Ling Xiao confidently and mocked,""Of course, if someone is afraid and wants to retreat at the last minute, it is also possible.”
"F * ck, I'll endure it!"”
" Well, since everyone is so enthusiastic, I'll continue to set the questions,""This third question…How about we use Sad Autumn as the topic?"
Although it was just a question, as the Crown Prince, the words had already been spoken and the main topic had already been set.
Ling Xiao really could not hold it in any longer. He did not think too much about it. The moment the son of King Jing said the word 'sorrowful autumn', he had already started writing furiously.
The wind is strong, the sky is high, the apes cry mournfully, and the white birds fly back to the clear sand on the island. Endless falling trees rustled, and endless rivers rolled over. Wanli sad autumn often visit, a hundred years of illness alone on the stage. Difficult bitter hate frosty hair, down and out just stopped muddy wine cup.
After he finished writing the last two words, Ling Xiao placed the brush on the table and left the garden. He grabbed a servant from the Prince's mansion and headed to the toilet.
For a moment, everyone was confused. They thought that Ling Xiao had really run away at the last minute because the time had been too short. From the time King Jing's son had set the question to the time Ling Xiao had set the pen, it had only been a few breaths.
In addition, Ling Xiao had left in a hurry, and it seemed like he was trying to escape. Therefore, for a moment, everyone was too annoyed to compose poems and started discussing animatedly.
Guo Baokun and He Zongwei, in particular, seized the opportunity to mock Ling Xiao and slander him in every possible way. In their words, Ling Xiao had run away because he had a guilty conscience.
Only Fan Ruoruo knew that Ling Xiao had been talented since he was a child. She could see this from the occasional lines of poetry in their letters over the years, so she was not worried at all.
Moreover, in Fan Ruoruo's heart, if Ling Xiao was not talented, how could he have written such a rare book like The Three Kingdoms and The Dream of the Red Chamber!
The son of King Jing was curious and couldn't help but stand up. He ignored the agreement and left his seat to go to where Ling Xiao was sitting.
The wind was strong, the sky was high, and the apes were howling…Ten thousand miles of sad autumn often sojourn, a hundred years of illness alone on the stage... in downfall, I have just stopped drinking my cup of turbid wine.
The son of King Jing could not help but recite the poem that Ling Xiao was sitting on. The crowd immediately cheered and began to savor the taste of it.
"Good poem!" Suddenly, three figures walked in slowly. The person in the lead was Zeng Wenxiang, the Grand Secretary of the Gathering Hall.
"Teacher!" When He Zongwei saw the person who had come, he immediately stood up and bowed.
It turned out that this He Zongwei was from a prestigious family and was the student of this Grand Scholar Zeng Wenxiang.
Zeng Wenxiang ignored his student, He Zongwei, and went straight to the side of King Jing's son, unconsciously immersed in the sorrowful autumn of the poem.
"Who wrote this poem?”Zeng Wenxiang exclaimed,"Ling Xiao is also the son of the He family. Is he the author of this poem?" Where did he go?"
"Ling Xiao? Isn't it Fan Xian?" Someone asked doubtfully.
"Ling Xiao? Why did this name sound so familiar?”Someone asked in confusion.
"Mr. Zeng, this poem was written by my brother!”Fan Ruoruo explained. She still respected Zeng Wenxiang, the Grand Secretary.
"Oh?" "Which family are you from?" Zeng Wenxiang asked.”
"I am Fan Ruoruo, daughter of Count Sinan.”Fan Ruoruo introduced herself.
"Your surname is Fan? Then why is your brother called Ling Xiao?”Zeng Wenxiang was puzzled.
"My brother's name is Fan Xian. The name Ling Xiao was used by my brother when he wrote. He called it a pen name.”Fan Ruoruo had already heard about her brother's purpose for attending the poetry meet and had begun to make a name for Ling Xiao.
" I see. Interesting, interesting." Zeng Wenxiang smiled and asked with a puzzled expression,""Does your brother have other masterpieces? I don't know why, but I feel that your brother's name is very familiar, but I can't remember where I've heard it before.”
" I'm talking about your brother's pen name, Ling Xiao," Zeng Wenxiang emphasized, afraid that he didn't make himself clear enough.
Fan Ruoruo said proudly," My brother has indeed created some works in his spare time. I believe you have heard of them. The Three Kingdoms and 'Dream of the Red Chamber' were both written by my brother.”
"What?!" These words were loud and clear. Everyone was shocked. They hadn't thought of it before, but after Fan Ruoruo's explanation, everyone understood.
Guo Baokun and He Zongwei's faces were green and white at this moment. They did not know what to say.
" Quick, quick, quick!" Prince Jing closed the folding fan in his hand with a snap and hurriedly ordered the servants loudly,""Hurry up and bring over the poems that you wrote previously. Pick out the poems that have the words 'Ling Xiao' on them!”
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