Chapter 915 Business Conflict
While everyone in Prince Jing’s Mansion was competing to dissing the Poetry Party in Prince Yu’s Pergola, the chamberlain who had just left hurriedly returned, holding a piece of rice paper with still wet ink in his hand.
"Your Highness, Mr. Zhu Ping'an next door has finally composed a poem, and this is the first sentence he has written." The waiter excitedly came to King Jing, holding the rice paper in both hands, and presented it to him like a treasure. King Jing.
King Jing had previously ordered his chamberlain to pay attention to the news about Zhu Ping'an from Prince Yu's Mansion, so as soon as the news came from Prince Yu's Mansion, the chamberlain hurriedly came to report to King Jing, regardless of whether he had finished the poem. .
"Well, very good." King Jing nodded.
After the chamberlain presented the rice paper, he left again. It is estimated that the second line of Zhu Pingan's poem was also heard from Prince Yu's palace, and he wanted to present Zhu Pingan's poem to His Highness as soon as possible.
King Jing picked up the rice paper, glanced at it, and said in surprise, "Huh?"
Qian Dongyang, Xu Pu, Li Dongtang and others listened to the news. Hearing King Jing's surprised sigh, he couldn't help but tense up. Could it be that Zhu Ping'an's poems were too good? ! Did it surprise His Highness? !
"Your Highness, having fun alone is not as good as having fun together, so we should appreciate the wonderful articles together..." Qian Dongyang bowed his hands to King Jing and said with a smile.
"Oh. Haha, sir, please take a look." King Jing smiled and handed the rice paper in his hand to Qian Dongyang.
"Huh?" Qian Dongyang took the rice paper, glanced at it, and let out a surprised sigh like King Jing just now.
"Mr. Qian, what's wrong? What was the first sentence Zhu Pingan wrote?" Li Dongtang couldn't sit still in his chair, stood up and asked curiously.
"Haha, you can see for yourself." Qian Dongyang smiled slightly and handed the rice paper in his hand to Li Dongtang.
"A pair of Xiangjiang jades looked at side by side..."
After Li Dongtang took the rice paper, he read the verses on the rice paper aloud. After reading, Li Dongtang muttered with a strange expression on his face. He said, "He is still the number one scholar. This sentence is too ordinary, right?"
"No."
"How else would His Highness and Mr. Qian be surprised."
"It's full of scholarly taste, sore to the teeth..."
Prince Jing's Mansion After listening to the first line of Zhu Pingan's poem, everyone couldn't help but shook their heads. They agreed with Li Dongtang's comments and felt that Zhu Pingan's poem was too ordinary and he really deserved the title of Number One Scholar.
"Your Highness, Master Zhu Ping'an's second poem has arrived..."
When everyone criticized the first line of Zhu Pingan's poem, the chamberlain came again holding rice paper and presented the second line of Zhu Pingan's poem to King Jing.
This time, King Jing was no longer surprised after reading it. After reading it, he directly handed the rice paper to Qian Dongyang.
Qian Dongyang glanced at it, slightly curved the corner of his mouth, and handed it to Li Dongtang after reading it.
"The second concubine once shed tears..."
Li Dongtang read this poem out loud again. After reading it, he shook his head again and sneered, "Zhu Ping'an's sentence As soon as the poem came out, the entire poem became more scholarly, sour, very sour, with no spiritual energy at all..."
"Hahaha..."
"From the world of food and drink to the world of love between men and women, haha, the number one scholar is really young and full of energy."
"A couple Xiangjiang Jade looked at it together, and that's all the poem "The Second Concubine Shedding Tears", there is no need to read further."
Everyone in Prince Jing's palace burst into laughter and dissed Zhu Ping'an.
"Your Highness, in my opinion, we don't have to wait for the second half of Zhu Ping'an's poems. His poems are only at this level. According to my statistics, there are already ten poems in Prince Yu's Mansion next door. Six, almost everyone has a song, I think I can comment on the masterpiece." Tu Dade, the third official in Prince Jing's Mansion, stood up and raised his hand.
The reason why Tu Dade said this is because King Jing said at the beginning of the poetry meeting that when selecting the best works today, the poems from the Pergola Poetry Meeting of Prince Yu's Mansion will also be included in the selection together with the poems from the Zuibai Poetry Meeting.
As for, if a poem written by Prince Yu's Mansion is selected as an excellent work and wins a lottery prize, King Jing will have the prize money sent to Prince Yu's Mansion and give it to the owner of the poem.
“Well, yes, Your Highness.”
“Basically all the poems in Prince Yu’s Mansion are ready. As for Zhu Ping’an’s poem, I don’t think we need to wait, haha. "
"That makes sense. The poems of the Pergola Poetry Club are just like that. Any poem from our Poetry Club is a top-notch work in theirs. I think there is no need to waste time waiting any longer. ”
Tu Dade's proposal was unanimously approved by many people in Prince Jing's Mansion.
"Qian Lao beats people, Mr. Xu, what do you think?" King Jing looked to Qian Dongyang, Xu Pu and others for advice.
“It’s hard to go against public opinion, and it’s not too late to comment and wait.” Qian Dongyang thought for a while and replied.
Xu Pu also nodded when he heard this.
"In that case, let's comment and wait." King Jing nodded.
In fact, the Poetry Fair has now progressed, and there are singers reciting poems. Everyone knows what good works there are in the Poetry Fair. However, according to the rules, the poems on the table were passed on to everyone for comment and selection.
“Throughout the ages, the Qinhuai River flowed eastward and circled the old capital. After the army in the south of the Yangtze River, I was worried about killing Yu Lancheng! This poem by Mr. Wang, praising the Qinhuai River and reflecting on the past and present, can be said to be one of the more outstanding works tonight. "
Xu Pu picked up a poem, read it softly, and commented and recommended it.
"Haha, the old stories of the Southern Dynasties are scattered in Wucheng, and the motherland is wandering. Hundreds of emotions arise. The willow shadows follow the chariot to the end of the world, and the Yanghua River turns into duckweed. Your Majesty, Xu Puxu's "Guangling" ode to history should be It's really eye-catching and thought-provoking, although There is no best poem, but in my opinion, Master Xu's "Guangling" is the best tonight, and it deserves it."
Xu Pu was lagging behind, so Qian Dongyang picked it out from the poems. Xu Pu's poems were commented on while stroking his beard.
"Mr. Qian has given me the award. How can my song "Guangling" compare to Mr. Lao's "Niannujiao·Stone City"? My poems are slightly inferior to the poems of Mr. Wang that I just read. How can it be compared with Mr. Lao Da's "Niannujiao·Stone City". "Xu Pu said, and recited Qian Dongyang's poem with great emotion: "The hanging rock is thousands of feet, and it is cut into a city wall with the help of European swords and Wu axes. The golden city of thousands of miles can't be returned, and the torrents of thousands of miles are sprayed by Wang Jun. The ship is pointing straight at the sky, and the wind is so strong that it never stops. Suo;
Now spring is passing and autumn is coming, the river is full of mist and rain, and thousands of people are plundering. It is called the ruins of the Six Dynasties, and the mountains are desolate, the river is strong, and the tide hits the empty city. Feet. A few fishing flutes, the reed flowers are blowing."
"This is what Mr. Qian is doing. It is not inferior to Su Zi's "Red Cliff Nostalgia". It looks back on the present and recalls the past in a desolate style. It expresses the emotion that the winds and clouds are fleeting but the green mountains are always there. It advises us to use history as a mirror in order to achieve great unity in the world."
< br>After Xu Pu finished reading, he highly praised Qian Dongyang's poems.
“Where, where.”
Qian Dongyang shook his head modestly, but the smile on his face was very strong.
For a time, Prince Jing’s Mansion entered a stage of commercial exchange. (End of this chapter)