Chapter 26 Poetry Club
The school is as boring as ever. The only difference is that there are a few more princes who come to study together. Among them, the third prince of the Yi family also comes. His sister has become the princess, and he is worth It also increased a lot, and for a while, it became the object of admiration by everyone in Jingcheng.
Lu Xinyi was sitting lazily in the first row. Because she was too naughty and arrogant, Emperor Jing specially arranged for his wife to give her this VIP seat. Sitting next to her was the new celebrity, Jing Mo.
When talking about "The Book of Songs" that day, Lu Xinyi felt extremely trapped. She had heard a lot of this chapter when she was in college. She still remembers the teacher at that time, who had a fairy-like demeanor and a look that you loved. He looked like he was not listening, but he spoke the poem in a cool and calm manner, and he was intoxicated with it, without caring about the life and death of his students.
"Princess, what do you think of this chapter?" Seeing that Lu Xinyi was not listening carefully, the master felt a little resentful in his heart and called her up to ask questions.
Lu Xinyi stood up unsteadily, completely confused, her face turned red from suppressing it, but she heard a voice coming from behind:
"Master, let me help the princess."
She looked back and saw Ya Ming standing up calmly on her own:
“Master, the student thinks that in the Book of Songs, when "Ya" is a superior work. The so-called articles are all written by the emperor. The beautiful words and sentences should also be used to praise the emperor's merits. Moreover, the "Ya" article was written by a prince and a country man who did not understand the meaning of the text. It’s really vulgar!”
Hearing this, the master stroked his beard, smiled and nodded, and everyone looked at Ya Ming with admiration.
The master's face turned, he looked at Lu Xinyi, and said sternly: "Yes, but there are some people who are not proud of their aristocratic status, have no ambition to make progress, and have no knowledge or skills. How are they different from refugees?"
As soon as these words came out, everyone Everyone knew that she was talking about Xin Yi, and her face showed joy. Although everyone avoided her because of her status, there were many people who looked down on her in private. The master had the arrogance of a scholar, and he never respected her from the bottom of his heart. Pass her.
Lu Xinyi said nothing and sat down sadly. She was too lazy to argue with these people. Instead of discussing Wenyi with them, she would rather think about what delicious food Tu Shansong had cooked for her at home.
This little fox hides his secrets. Despite his appearance of being weak in literature, he has a good handle on a spoon. Somehow, unlike what she wrote in the book, this little fox is extraordinarily gentle. There was no sign of any intention to kill her.
Thinking of this, Lu Xinyi couldn't help but raised her lips and drew a little fox head crookedly on the paper.
Luo Shan, the daughter of the Prime Minister's family, is not easy to get along with. She wholeheartedly fawns over Ya Ming, and she also knows that Ya Ming is fond of the eldest prince Zhuo Rui, but Zhuo Rui is a sister-controller. All she thinks about is the little girl's face every day. hurt , a few days ago, Yaming had a disagreement with Zhuorui. Zhuorui was worried that Emperor Jing had promised his precious sister to the son of a beast slave, but Yaming had his own ambitions, and the two were at odds for a while, and they were not together for a few days. Coming and going.
Luo Shan was angry and thought to herself: "You look like a straw bag, but it's a pity that you will be reincarnated."
She sat next to Yu Jingmo, and Jingmo turned to her side, Feng Dan Yun Qing sighed:
"What do you call a bag if you can't even reincarnate?"
Luo Shan was immediately furious - this member of the Yiwang family who was left out in the cold My youngest son dares to act wild on me? But she couldn't get angry in front of him, so she made a subtle move and called to the Master:
"Master, Prince Yi said that he has a different opinion."
Yu Jingmo was shocked. Although he was playing the role of Prince Youya, if he would embarrass Prince Yi, he would not be a good person in the future. But where has he read the Book of Songs! " Oh? Mr. Jingmo, tell me quickly!”
Yu Jingmo slowly stood up from his seat, with a troubled expression on his face, and hesitantly said: "This... Ya... Even though Ya is good, but... But, there are idiots among these princes... Not sure..."
The master's face gradually became ugly. Lu Xinyi turned around and glanced, only to see Ya Ming and the others looking proud, and he understood in his heart that they were deliberately making Yu Jingmo look embarrassed.
Remembering that King Yi was an honest minister and Yu Jingmo was an honest man, she stood up and said:
"Master, I think what Brother Wang said is not unreasonable: "The Book of Songs" divides There are three categories of praise for elegance, but there is no distinction between high and low, because the king of a country cannot only listen to the words of praise. As the saying goes, listening to both will make you enlightened, but believing only will make you dark. Following the people's customs is what everyone expects. Returning is also the foundation of a king. Moreover, the world is huge, a strong country has a strong people, and the poems written are even more wonderful. How can one judge the literary talent based on the prejudice of family background? "
As soon as he finished speaking, behind him! There was a burst of applause. Everyone looked back and saw Zhuorui coming with a young man to deliver the scroll. It turned out that he had arrived here early and deliberately waited when he heard the imperial sister speak.
Zhuo Rui stepped forward, first saluted the Master, and then praised: "Master understands righteousness well, and my little sister is naughty, but she can teach her so much. I will definitely go back and report to my father, and record my merits for Master!" ”
The master was overjoyed and said, "The princess is worthy of her royal bloodline. She is far-sighted and knowledgeable about the past and the present. She has a natural wisdom!"
The two discussed politely for a few more words, but Zhuo Rui only listened. He turned around and said to the crowd:
“Since we are discussing poetry, we might as well have an impromptu poetry meeting today. We will use medicine as the topic. Take the masterpiece and copy it to the major academies in Jingcheng immediately, and compare it with the folk!"
I always write poems with themes of spring flowers, snow and moon, but why this time... Zhuo Rui winked at Xin Yi! In the blink of an eye, she suddenly understood in her heart - this princess had been weak since she was a child and knew the most names of medicines. This royal brother was deliberately trying to trick her and let her win the game!
She laughed inwardly at Zhuo Rui's unnecessary move, but she was really touched - such brotherly love had never existed before in her more than 20 years of loneliness.
Everyone spread out the paper, and soon the poem was written. Although Ya Ming and Zhuo Rui were angry, they could not help but express themselves. Luo Shan took the lead in recommending Ya Ming to read the poem. She used Angelica sinensis as the title, It depicts the scene of going to the mountains to collect herbs. When the sun sets on the west mountain, the grass on the mountain asks the people who collect the herbs. The last two sentences of the poem are full of affection and go straight -
With this green in the mountains, the kings and grandchildren will never return.
After reading, she secretly raised her eyes to look at Zhuorui. Zhuorui coughed slightly, but seemed not to understand, and read the next person's poem with a smile.
After reading several words in a row, it was Xinyi's turn. Lu Xinyi did not intend to live up to the emperor's good intentions. He spread out the paper and asked Xiao Cong to hand it over leisurely.
Zhuorui took it with a smile. After reading two lines, his expression changed. He hurriedly handed it to the master. The two looked at each other. The master praised him repeatedly and said:
"The princess is so talented in literature, so talented in literature." Ah!”
Everyone was surprised. The Master stroked his beard and said:
"The Taoist is a hundred years old, and the Shao Dan is the only one. On the top of the lonely peak, I can see the spring of three flowers every day.
The white crane is in the green, and the Huangjing is in the quiet stream. Bin. I realized that the people in the world are not as good as the people in the mountains.
If the fairyland is in a dream, the morning clouds are as amiable. Why see the color and wave to thank the wind and dust. "
After reading, he frowned, bowed his hands and said: "The princess's heart is misty, and she is like a fairy left in the world, but we are shallow!"
Lu Xinyi smiled and waved it off. Wave your hand, this article of hers is not actually a good one, but it does describe her "Buddhist" attitude towards life. She read a few more articles, but no one can surpass her. When the class is over today, Master is still interested in She this
Luo Shan couldn't put it down, but gave Xin Yi a chance to shine.
Lu Xinyi just wanted to escape quickly. For fear of being caught, I continued to discuss poetry. Before I left, I saw Zhuo Rui also wrote an article. I secretly picked up a corner and saw a few elegant and handsome handwriting on it, but it was titled Xin Yi.
She shook her head and smiled, secretly hid the poem and rushed to the princess mansion. Before leaving, she saw Zhuo Rui being pestered by Ya Ming, and she just got away!
Yu Jingmo put the pen aside, his "masterpiece" was finally completed, but when he turned around, he saw no one, and he felt so happy!
Lonicera couldn't wait any longer, and came up to urge him. As he walked, he read his new poem to Lonicera:
"Beijing Mo Fu——
You are here to cure the disease, relieve pain and stop bleeding.
Although it is not a natural thing, it can be achieved by skilled hands.
The princes will not abandon you, but the poor will love you! Good medicine, Jingmo! "
After reading, he laughed loudly, and Lonicera yawned:
"Sir, if this can be called a poem, I, Lonicera, can also publish a book! I am also a flower name!"
(End of this chapter)