Chapter 381 Queen Mother: It’s my turn?

Su Chang'an's deeds at the Early Winter Poetry Meeting and the Mid-Autumn Palace Banquet have now been told so many stories by storytellers that there are even several versions of the story.

But no matter which version it is, it is inseparable from the sentence "Once the Queen Mother's poem came out, no one offered any more poems."

Moreover, the poems that Su Changan composed from memory have now spread throughout the streets and alleys. Even in other parts of Daxia, they have been circulated for such a long time.

Naturally, everyone present knew how powerful Su Changan's poetry was.

People like Yan Shu, Zuo Shaoweng, and many others in the capital who had experienced the early winter poetry meeting and the Mid-Autumn Palace Banquet, all just looked at Su Changan.

Some of them had written poems, but because of Su Changan's presence they decided not to present them yet.

Or maybe he didn't write anything at all. He came here tonight with the mentality of attending a banquet and appreciating poetry. In fact, the previous few times he wrote were in vain. He didn't even have the courage to make it public. The Queen's poetry was too sharp. It was better not to publish it, so that some people with bad intentions would not compare it with others and gossip about it behind his back.

but.

Intellectuals look down on each other.

This has been happening since ancient times.

Those who can come to today's banquet are all carefully selected by Li Jiulang and Wei Jiu, so they are all outstanding candidates in terms of literary knowledge and talent, and they are all well-known people.

Therefore, it is normal to feel a little unconvinced.

With a sense of arrogance in my heart, I believe that I may have learned more than you, and I write those masterpieces out of occasional inspiration. Could it be that these inspirations will always be there?

Therefore, these people are eager to try, but they have not stepped forward because there is no one to take the lead.

For example, Lin Ruoyun, Liu Donglai, Zhang Weisong and others who are on the poetry list of Shuyalou.

There are also Tan Songyan, Zhai Zhiqiu and others who are not on the poetry list but were told that their mission today is to stop Su Changan from getting his fame.

As for Zuo Cunxu, he naturally also wrote poems, but he was not in a hurry to wait and see how the situation would develop.

Although the old man in the family told him to behave well, implying that he should stop the incident, Zuo Cunxu didn't care about it. He just wanted to wait and see. After the death of the fifth brother, who was the best to him in the Zuo family, Zuo Cunxu no longer cared about the Zuo family.

Zhou was uneasy

Um.

He didn't even think about it. The main reason he came tonight was to see Su Changan.

Moreover, seeing how delicious the food Su Changan was eating, and how he didn't care about his status at all while eating, eating whatever he wanted with big mouthfuls, Zhou Bu'an's eyes were shining.

It has long been rumored that the Empress was unwell and could only eat more to alleviate her symptoms, and she didn't care how she ate, she just ate casually.

But even so, it is still as beautiful as a painting, and makes people feel like they are bathed in the spring breeze.

Seeing it today, Zhou An'an was very excited. He also took note of it and thought about eating it this way when he returned.

Pei Nanzhi, who ranked second on the poetry list, was a great scholar who was nearly forty years old, but still as young as a girl. She bit the tip of her pen and stared at the white paper in front of her with a frown, as if she was ready to write as she thought.

At the same time, Xun Kuang looked at his junior uncle and sighed.

He thought of the melancholy look on his master's face when he told him that his junior uncle was coming to attend the Shangyuan Poetry Festival.

Back then, when Li Nishang and those southern noble families were planning to extend their influence into the Imperial College, they had never seen their teacher so melancholy and depressed.

You can imagine how much of a headache this junior uncle gave Mu Xu.

Xun Kuang looked back at his teacher, and as expected, he saw Mu Xu shaking his head helplessly.

Xun Kuang smiled bitterly, then turned to look at other people.

Looking at Liu Donglai, Zhang Weisong and others, Xun Kuang felt a little expectant. After all, since they were on the poetry list, they must be people with great talent in this area. Moreover, these people had been on the poetry list for a long time, so their talent was beyond reproach.

Thinking back to the time when Xun Kuang was on the poetry list, he was also on it for a year, but.

After that rainy night, I never recovered and never wrote serious poetry again, not even the following year.

Li Wei took out the poem he had written with great effort, but seeing Yan Shu and Zuo Shaoweng just sitting there, he blinked and asked in a low voice, "Where are your poems?"

Yan Shu heard it and shook his head: "No."

Zuo Shaoweng glanced at the poem in Li Wei's hand and asked knowingly, "So you really wrote it."

After that, Zuo Shaoweng smiled and said, "Now that you have written it, you must remember to present it to me later."

Levi blinked, and suddenly realized that he had been cheated by these two people!

He wanted to get angry, but he also knew the current situation, so he glared at the two of them angrily.

The hall suddenly became quiet, which made Su Changan confused: "Are you not prepared?"

Just as Su Changan finished speaking.

Tan Songyan came out and bowed to Su Changan and Xia Fengxiang: "I, Tan Xuesong of Bazhou, pay my respects to Your Majesty and the Queen."

Then, Tan Songyan greeted the others present and said, "I have written a poem. Please appreciate it, teachers, Your Majesty, and the Queen."

After saying that, Tan Songyan was seen holding a pen and walking to the screen that was specially prepared for those who were writing poems today to write their poems. He picked up the brush and finished it in one go.

Then, he bowed respectfully again: "I wrote this humble poem, just to throw out some ideas for discussion."

Then, return to your seat.

On the way back, Tan Songyan glanced at Xia Tingyu, but found that the princess was eating by herself, which made Tan Songyan sigh.

But it doesn’t matter, Tan Songyan is still confident about his poetry!

Everyone else looked towards the screen.

【Shangyuan】

The jade moon lies down with a thousand frowns on its face; the colorful lamps bid farewell to the old and usher in the new.

The full moon flies like a rainbow and floats in the jade bowl, and my melancholy thoughts are sent to my parents.

Yao Yuanzai looked at the poem and affirmed: "Well, not bad."

Xu Zuiyin also smiled and nodded: "It's a good poem."

The poem is indeed a good poem, with gorgeous words and appropriate emotional expression. It is really a good poem.

Everyone present nodded and gave the poem a good evaluation.

Hearing the praise from Yao Yuanzai and Xu Zuiyin, Tan Songyan felt a little proud, but when he saw that no one else had any comments, Tan Songyan could not help but pursed his lips. He then looked at Xia Tingyu, who was still eating and didn't even look up to take a look.

Mu Xu looked at the poem, smiled, drank a glass of wine and murmured: "Why are you in such a hurry? Such a good literary talent has been covered up with so many words. What a pity."

With Tan Songyan paving the way, naturally the second person would follow immediately.

Zhang Weisong stood up, still bowing and greeting everyone, then walked straight to the screen, picked up the brush, thought for a moment, and began to write.

"Watching Lanterns at the Lantern Festival"

A reunion night with gorgeous attire and beautiful makeup, and the streets are brightly lit.

What am I doing in my plain clothes? Just look at the tourists laughing and talking.

After writing, Zhang Weisong bowed to everyone and returned to his seat with confidence.

"Good poem!" Zhang Weisong's good friend Liu Donglai applauded immediately.

Even Yao Yuanzai, Xu Zuiyin and others nodded and praised.

"What a nice plain shirt. What am I doing? Look at the tourists laughing and talking. Brother Zhang has great literary talent."

"Simple and easy to understand, it fully expresses the joy of the Lantern Festival."

"upscale."

Many people present looked at this poem and praised it. Compared with the poem just now by Tan Songyan, it received much more praise.

But it's only natural.

Because Zhang Weisong's meaning was simple, he said that the Lantern Festival was so lively that even he, a scholar in a plain long gown, did not read on that night, but ran out to laugh with others, watch the lanterns and guess riddles.

He truly deserves to be on the poetry list.

Seeing this, Tan Songyan felt ashamed and lowered his head silently, feeling inferior to himself.

"I am Zhai Zhiqiu, and I am sorry to show my ugliness."

At this time, Zhai Zhiqiu came out, bowed, and picked up the brush.

He started writing right next to Zhang Weisong, challenging the man ranked eighth on the poetry list.

Lantern Festival

Clearing the snow to look for spring, lighting lamps to prolong the day, the courtyard is filled with a faint fragrance in the evening. The night seems to cover my shame for no reason, and the sky makes the moon shine over the willows on Guanqiao.

The flower market is dust-free, the red gates are as beautiful as embroidery, and the stars are shrouded in delicate clouds and auspicious mist. The agarwood fire is cold and the makeup is withered, the light dream in the half-covered quilt is as thick as wine.

After writing, Zhai Zhiqiu bowed to Su Changan and others, then looked at Zhang Weisong's poem.

One poem, one word.

The poems written by Zhang Weisong express the liveliness and laughter during the Lantern Festival.

What Zhai Zhiqiu wrote was that after the lively and cheerful Lantern Festival, all the people who had been having fun in the streets left, and the women who had been laughing and drinking all night long did not even wash off their makeup, and were immersed in a light dream as rich as wine.

Moreover, the first stanza uses the writing method that after the Lantern Festival, spring will come, which is called Jingzhe. However, there is no direct description, but instead phrases such as "clearing snow to look for spring" are used, which are clear, graceful and full of charm. The concluding sentences of the upper and lower parts are particularly sharp and fresh.

Master Zhao Shi looked at the poem and read it carefully. He said, "It is a good piece of writing, very graceful and circuitous. It is a masterpiece!"

Yao Yuanzai nodded and said, "Zhai Zhiqiu, right?"

Zhai Zhiqiu immediately bowed to Yao Yuanzai and said, "Yes."

Yao Yuanzai nodded approvingly: "Not bad, not bad."

Not only these two old masters, but other people present also thought that Zhai Zhiqiu deliberately wrote on Zhang Weisong's side with a provocative intention, and thought that some "big battle" would happen, but they did not expect it to be like this.

In addition to expressing their affirmation for this young student whom they had never heard of before, everyone also had some approval of his way of dealing with people.

After all, the two poems, when combined, complement each other, especially the line "the flower market is dust-free, the red doors are like embroidery" which is exquisite.

Zhang Weisong looked at Zhai Zhiqiu and bowed.

Zhai Zhiqiu did not dare to be arrogant and hurriedly returned the gift.

but

Zhai Zhiqiu returned to his seat, but did not look at Xia Tingyu, but stole a glance at Xia Fengxiang and Su Changan.

Seeing that the two of them were just looking at the poems and showing some approval, I felt happy.

Mu Xu didn't say anything, just stared at Zhai Zhiqiu.

Zhai Zhiqiu's little trick could not escape Mu Xu's eyes, and he could not help but smile. He was able to judge the situation, had literary talent, could be an official, and could seize opportunities. All good, but I didn't know what kind of person he was.

Zhang Weisong and Zhai Zhiqiu pushed the poetry gathering to the top. Then, Lin Ruoyun, Liu Donglai and others were naturally unwilling to be outdone and stepped forward one after another.

In addition to these people with great talent and fame, there were several others with only some talent and fame who also went up and wrote their own masterpieces.

But after all, the others are people whose names are on the poetry list, so they naturally have their own talents and knowledge, so they cannot be compared with Lin Ruoyun, Liu Donglai and others.

But he is at the same level as Tan Songyan.

Cui Buning of the Cui family also wrote, but compared with Zhai Zhiqiu, who was originally unknown, he was slightly inferior. It is not known whether it was because Zhai Zhiqiu wrote shortly after Zhang Weisong, the two complemented each other and assisted each other, or for some other reason.

But in just a short moment, the large screen had been filled with writing, leaving only a small blank space, which was enough to accommodate a few poems.

then

Everyone naturally turned their attention to Pei Nanzhi, who ranked second on the poetry list, Zuo Cunxu, who ranked fifth, Zhou Xiaoan, who ranked ninth, and...

Her Majesty the Queen.

but

Pei Nanzhi was seen frowning, with a brush placed on his lips and his eyes fixed on the paper, clearly looking like he was thinking hard.

Moreover, with that playful look, if he didn't look young and good-looking, one would never have guessed that he was a famous scholar who was once the top scholar in the imperial examination.

Zhou Xiaoan, covering his face with a round fan in his hand, stared at the screen, looking as if he had no intention of going up, and even gave people the impression that he had no intention of participating.

Zuo Cunxu was even more casual, holding a wine glass, looking at the poems on the screen, praising them continuously.

As for Su Changan.

Eating now.

And His Majesty was busy wiping his mouth, as if he was still complaining about something, so loving and doting.

Seeing this couple like this, I really couldn't bear to disturb them, and even wanted to keep watching them.

But these four are the ones that people really look forward to.

Especially Su Changan and Pei Nanzhi.

Li Chunfang, the Minister of the Honglu Temple, was very frightened after he patted Su Changan on the shoulder last time. But when he went to the court to apologize, Su Changan joked with him. Even the emperor was there.

After that, I became closer to Su Changan.

Although he brought Liu Donglai here because they were relatives, and he also knew why Liu Donglai came, so he brought him here too.

but.

Li Chunfang was certain that the person who would dominate tonight must be the Queen.

But seeing that the queen was not impatient and was still showing affection to His Majesty, Li Chunfang stood up and said, "Your Majesty."

Su Changan heard this and looked at Li Chunfang.

But I also understand what Li Chunfang means. After all, even though I'm eating, it doesn't mean I don't care about other people writing poetry.

Naturally, I also knew that suddenly no one was on it.

Seeing many people looking at him, Su Changan said with a chicken drumstick in his hand: "It's my turn?"

Having said that, he handed the chicken leg to Xia Fengxiang and was about to get up.

But before he could get up, Xia Fengxiang glared at Su Changan in reproach, then put the chicken leg on the plate, wiped the corners of Su Changan's mouth and hands with a silk handkerchief, and then let Su Changan leave.

Su Changan chuckled.

When they saw this scene, everyone curled their lips, feeling uncomfortable, but everyone took a breath when they looked at the emperor's expression just now.

Especially the old ministers.

When you think about how the emperor usually looks, he is even more frightening than the previous emperor, especially when he laughs. You can’t even tell what he is thinking.

But seeing the current state of affairs, the old ministers sighed that only the Empress was present could they see the Emperor in this state.

Su Changan walked to the screen, thought for a while, picked up the pen and started writing.

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PS: I have a fever and was supposed to rest, but after taking a nap, I felt that it was not a big problem to write. Some poems in this chapter are from poets and lyricists.

(End of this chapter)