Chapter 916 Wen Zhen Zui Bai
A flurry of business exchanges made the Zui Bai Poetry Club in Prince Jing's Mansion full of love and the atmosphere was harmonious.
The selection of excellent works is also carried out in an orderly manner amid commercial exchanges. Ten excellent works have been selected so far. Among the poems written by Yuwangfu, only the works by Yin Shidan and Zhang Juzheng are on the list, and the rankings are also in later.
"Your Highness, Mr. Zhu Ping'an and Mr. Zhu's poem has been completed."
In the cheerful atmosphere of Prince Jing's Mansion, the chamberlain once again held up the rice paper and presented it to Prince Jing.
Qian Dongyang, the chamberlain, noticed it as soon as he walked in holding rice paper, but he didn't take it seriously and turned a blind eye. With the foreshadowing of Zhu Pingan's first two sentences, now Zhu Pingan's poems can no longer stir up a ripple in Qian Dongyang's heart.
Xu Pu is still there.
Even Li Dongtang, who was the most curious at the poetry meeting, now has no curiosity at all about the second half of Zhu Ping'an's poems.
Actually, King Jing, who got the rice paper, didn’t care at first.
It was precisely because he didn't care that when he laid his eyes on the rice paper and saw the second half of Zhu Ping'an's poem, he couldn't help but say "Eh" again.
Hearing King Jing's surprised "Eh", Qian Dongyang and others couldn't help but raise their heads from the business exchanges and looked at the rice paper in King Jing's hand.
Could it be that Zhu Ping'an's poetry has reached a new level of badness? !
The first two sentences are bad enough, but the last two sentences are so bad that it surprises His Highness King Jing. Zhu Ping'an won't turn the second half of the poem into a limerick, right? !
Qian Dongyang and others thought so.
After King Jing read it, he was stunned for a moment, and then handed the rice paper with still wet ink in his hand to Qian Dongyang who was closest to him.
After Qian Dongyang took the rice paper, he turned his attention to the poem without thinking.
Looking at a pair of Xiangjiang jades side by side, the two concubines were stained with tears.
Having read the first half of the poem, Qian Dongyang glanced at it and turned his attention to the second half: The four hundred years of the Han family's world were all within a chopstick of Liuhou.
Huh? !
After Qian Dongyang saw the second half of this magical twist, his expression and reaction were exactly the same as King Jing's, and he couldn't help but let out a cry of surprise.
"Is it so bad?! Mr. Qian, please open your eyes, too."
Li Dongtang, who was very curious, couldn't help but come forward, his eyes widened in curiosity. , after seeing it, he read it out loud:
Looking at a pair of Xiangjiang jades side by side, the two concubines had tears stained them.
The four hundred years of the Han family’s reign were all within the confines of Liu Hou!
After reading it, Li Dongtang made a "hiss" sound in hindsight. After the second half of the poem, the poem was completely transformed and the finishing touch. This poem was no ordinary poem. It was enough. Included in the top ten masterpieces.
From the whole article, it seems that Zhu Pingan did it on purpose. The first half of the song is tepid, paving the way for the second half of the song. The more inconspicuous the first half of the song is, the more the second half of the song is like the silver bottle breaking, water slurry bursting out, and the iron cavalry standing out with the sound of swords and guns!
After Li Dongtang finished reading, the Zuibai Poetry Club became quiet.
After three seconds, the Zuibai Poetry Club regained its voice and discussion.
It is similar to the Pergola Poetry Club. Some people think that Zhu Pingan writes well, and the number one scholar deserves to be the number one scholar, and he really has a poem. However, more people think that Zhu Pingan is too boastful and too proud.
"Young man, it is a good thing to be confident, but if you are too confident and arrogant, talk about military affairs on paper, and talk rhetorically, you will follow in the footsteps of Zhao Kuo."
"That's right, there is no hair on the mouth, but the tone is not bad."
"The four hundred years of the Han family are all in a chopstick of Liuhou... A weak-headed young man really dares to say..."
“My childishness has not faded, but I am not ashamed to speak loudly.”
This type of singing Zhu Ping'an's voice is even worse than that of the Pergola Poetry Association. They are from Prince Jing's Mansion, and Zhu Ping'an is from Prince Yu's Mansion. The two sides have different positions. Everyone in Prince Jing's Mansion is even more unwilling to admit Zhu Ping'an's poems in their hearts and mouths. , so the dissing voices of Zhu Pingan came and went, one sentence after another.
Actually speaking, Zhu Ping'an is not very old, so he has left them with a relatively obvious reason to talk.
King Jing was sitting on the main seat, noncommittal, tapping his fingers lightly on the table, as if in time with the song of the singer.
Although Xu Pu did not participate in dissing Zhu Pingan, it was still very useful to hear the words of people around him dissing Zhu Pingan. He looked at those who dissed Zhu Pingan with encouraging eyes and silently encouraged them.
"They are young people after all." Qian Dongyang shook his head and sighed.
Qian Dongyang just sighed with emotion. Although he didn't say it clearly, after everyone heard this, they dissed Zhu Ping'an even more vigorously.
“Your Highness.”
Amidst a burst of diss, the waiter trotted over again holding a piece of rice paper with still wet ink.
“Has anyone written poetry next door?”
“In total, everyone who should write poetry next door has done it, right? The rest are just small fish and shrimps. "
"What other good poems can there be next door?"
Everyone is not very curious about this and doesn't take it seriously.
"Who did it?"
King Jing asked casually before taking the rice paper.
"It was done by Mr. Zhu Ping'an and Zhu." The waiter presented the rice paper with still wet ink in his hands and lowered his head and replied.
Zhu Pingan? !
Did Zhu Pingan do it again? ! This guy actually composed another song? !
Although I don’t want to admit it, in fact, Zhu Pingan’s last poem was already very good, but he didn’t expect to write another one? !
After hearing this, everyone suddenly became quiet, and the voices of people who were madly dissing Zhu Pingan disappeared.
This time, no one takes Zhu Pingan's poems lightly anymore.
The same is true for King Jing.
“Huh?!”
After taking the rice paper, when King Jing cast his eyes on the rice paper, he was already prepared to pay attention to it. However, after seeing Zhu Ping'an's works on the rice paper, King Jing couldn't control himself again and lost his voice. " He made a sound, and then the further he looked down, the more excited King Jing seemed to be, and the rice paper in his hand was shaking a little.
After reading it, King Jing glanced in the direction of Prince Yu's Mansion with a disappointed look, and then passed the rice paper in his hand to Qian Dongyang.
Qian Dongyang noticed the change in King Jing's expression just now, so he was more prepared. However, when he saw the "Young Ming Dynasty" written on the rice paper, he still couldn't help but change his face in shock, and then he couldn't help but The work in his hand was read out:
"A young man who is wise will be wise, a young man who is rich will be wise; a young man who is strong will be bright and powerful; when the red sun rises, his path will be bright. When the river flows out, it flows. The ocean is full of water. The tigers and tigers are roaring in the valley. The eagles and falcons are testing their wings. The strange flowers are blooming in the sky. Walking in yellow. The future is as bright as the sea, and the future is long. How wonderful that my young Ming Dynasty will never grow old! How great that my young Ming Dynasty will have no boundaries!"
After reading this book, the whole audience was shocked! Everyone was dumbfounded when they heard the thunder, and they had goosebumps all over their bodies.
Strong encouragement, strong enterprising spirit, strong appeal, strong sense of pride for the Ming Dynasty, and strong sense of responsibility. Even though they are no longer young, they can’t help but feel excited and excited after listening to it, and feel a strong sense of standing for my Ming Dynasty. The urge to fight for a lifetime at the top of the world, let alone a young man.
It is conceivable that this work will spread like lightning quickly throughout the capital and throughout the Ming Dynasty, inspiring generations of young people.
This work will surely leave its mark in the history of the Ming Dynasty!
Everyone felt that as soon as "The Young Ming Dynasty" came out, all the excellent works of Zuibai Poetry Club were eclipsed. (End of this chapter)