Chapter 382 Anyone else want to write? Next to the Empress's poems

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.

【Qingyu Case·Lantern Festival】

Just when Su Changan was writing the name of the book or to be more precise, just when Su Changan raised his hand to start writing, everyone present stared at the place where the pen in Su Changan's hand touched the screen.

Even Chen Xin, Su Zifan and Xia Yaomo ran over to see.

'The east wind blows thousands of flowers into bloom at night, and blows down stars like rain. The road is filled with the fragrance of BMW and carved carriages. The sound of phoenix flutes moves, the light of jade pots turns, and fish and dragons dance all night.'

Su Changan finished writing in one go. The handwriting was still ugly, but the tip of the pen was sharp, as if the pen in his hand was a knife. Everyone who looked at it could clearly feel the sharpness.

only

If we use the words that Xu Zuiyin said and look at these characters from a different angle, people would think that they are not ugly, after all, it is a different font, but.

Not beautiful!

But regardless of the font, just looking at the first stanza, everyone was a little disappointed, because it just exaggerated the lively and grand occasion of the Lantern Festival, and there was nothing special about it.

Compared with Su Chang'an's previous poems such as "Plum Blossoms", "Water Melody", and "Have You Not Seen", as well as the opening and deification poems, the first part of this poem is a bit ordinary. The only good thing is that the fireworks are described as star rain, which can be used for people to learn and borrow. It is much better than the over-written fireworks.

But everyone was not in a hurry and just watched Su Changan continue writing.

After all, there is a saying that scholars look down on each other. Among the people present, although there are some scholars who secretly hope that Su Changan will fall from the altar, they dare not show it.

Su Changan’s status is too high!

If you show it today, never mind tomorrow, the dumplings tonight may be gone before you can even finish them.

Su Changan remained calm and continued writing with the pen in his hand.

'The moth is covered with golden threads of snow willow, and the smile and fragrance are gone. I searched for him among the crowd for a thousand times, and when I turned around suddenly, that person was gone.'

“Huh!?”

Just when Su Changan wrote this, a talented woman from a large family who was famous for her poetry stood up.

Su Changan looked back at her.

And everyone else looked at her.

The talented woman hastily apologized, then shrank back, not daring to speak, but still staring at Su Changan's back in shock, because she seemed to have guessed what Su Changan wanted to express, so she couldn't help but exclaimed, because looking at him like this.

This poem is no less than those in [Shui Tiao Ge Tou] and [Jun Bu Jian]!!

It is even another poem that absolutely dominates the Lantern Festival!

In addition to this woman, everyone present who saw it, including Yao Yuanzai, Zhao Shi, Xu Zuiyin, Pei Nanzhi who had stopped writing, Mu Xu, Xun Kuang and others, all saw it.

And it turned out to be true.

Su Changan wrote the last sentence, "I searched for him among the crowd for hundreds of times, and when I turned around, he was there, in the dimly lit place."

but.

Looking at this sentence, it was beyond their imagination.

They felt that Su Changan was going to find the woman in the end, but they didn't expect that.

It's written so beautifully.

"Good words!" Zhou Bu'an was the first to stand up and praised repeatedly, staring at the last sentence on the screen with a fascinated look.

Su Changan smiled and glanced at the charming and beautiful man, then looked at everyone: "This is a poor work, I'm sorry to make you laugh."

After saying that, Su Changan walked towards his seat.

At that moment, Xia Fengxiang was also looking at the words written by Su Changan on the screen, with the corners of his mouth raised, smiling foolishly.

But when he saw Su Changan, Xia Fengxiang tried hard to suppress his smile.

Su Changan saw it and felt helpless for a moment. When he walked over and sat down, he whispered, "This little poem, okay."

Xia Fengxiang saw it and pursed his lips: "General!"

Su Changan continued in a low voice: "Don't pretend, I saw you smile, your teeth were exposed, and I saw the chili peppers on your teeth."

When Xia Fengxiang heard this, he immediately licked his teeth and glared at Su Changan.

As for the others, they were still reading Su Changan's poems.

Mu Xu came to the front from the back. If it were not for Master Yao who pulled Mu Xu back, the chief priest would have moved closer to the screen to see it himself.

"Another sentence of deification."

"I searched for him among the crowd for a thousand times, and when I turned around, I found him there, in the dimly lit place. The environment is perfect, and the aftertaste is endless."

"The first stanza seems ordinary and a little boring, but I didn't expect that the lanterns, moon, fireworks, sheng and flute, and community dances interweave to create the joy of the Lantern Festival, and the dazzling groups of beautiful women at the beginning of the second stanza are all designed just for that one "person in mind". Moreover, if there is no "person", everything will be meaningless and uninteresting."

Master Zhao Shi looked at the poem on the screen, repeated it several times, and then smiled bitterly and sighed: "It's just like [Shui Tiao Ge Tou]. After this poem, there will be no other Shangyuan poems."

Listening to everyone's praise, Liu Donglai, Lin Ruoyun, Zhai Zhiqiu and some others smiled bitterly and shook their heads.

Among them, Tan Songyan looked at the poem written by Su Changan, then looked at the other poems, and finally looked at his own poem, wishing he could erase it.

If it is put together with other poems, it is actually okay, after all, the difference is not that big.

But this sentence feels inexplicably too mediocre there.

Pei Nanzhi seemed to be thinking about something. She lowered her head to look at the words she had written, then looked at what Su Changan had written. She casually crumpled the paper into a ball and threw it to Xun Kuang. She also threw the pen there and sat in front of the table, looking as if she was saying, "I'm not going to write anymore."

Seeing this scene, both Xun Kuang and Ji Shuying felt a headache, but they did not dare to say much. Instead, they looked at the poem again.

The last sentence is truly exquisite.

Just that one sentence seemed to make the deep affection burst out in an instant.

Especially the lines "I searched for him a thousand times" and "the lights are dim", which further reflect the meticulousness of Su Chang'an's writing and the painstaking effort in his literary mind.

The talented woman who had just exclaimed was now staring blankly at the poem on the screen and immediately copied it down.

But when he copied the part about 'I have searched for him among the crowd for thousands of times', he stopped writing, moved his lips, looked at the last sentence on the screen, and recited it several times again.

She just realized that the Empress was laying the groundwork for the final sentence, which would reveal that the person had been found. After all, the word "that person" had already been mentioned.

But she never expected that the Queen would write such a sentence as "where the lights are dim", because it was so beautiful. Just thinking about the scene, she felt that not only the artistic conception was beautiful, but the picture was also refreshing.

At this time, Yan Shu and Zuo Shaoweng immediately exchanged a few words with each other, and expressed their admiration and respect for him even more.

But I’m also glad that I didn’t prepare, otherwise it would have been a waste of time.

However, the two looked at Levi on the side.

Li Wei then took back his poems and pretended that he was not prepared, which made Yan Shu and Zuo Shaoweng laugh.

But it is understandable.

After all, without the last sentence, this poem would be a bit mediocre, even worse than the previous one by Lin Ruoyun.

But it is precisely this last sentence that makes him a god!

but

Zuo Shao Weng suddenly thought of something and looked at his seventh uncle who was only a few years older than him. After all, his seventh uncle had not yet written the poem on the screen.

But after seeing this, Zuo Shaoweng could only smile helplessly.

I saw my seventh uncle Zuo Cunxu, tapping his fingers lightly on the table, his eyes fixed on the poem on the screen, it was obvious that he had already started composing the music.

"It's true that he is the best." Zuo Shaoweng looked at Yan Shu and said.

Upon hearing this, Yan Shu nodded, then looked at the person on the main seat who was a beautiful sight.

There has always been a doubt in my mind.

How big is the gap between her and the Queen?

It was like the couplet he wrote before, and now it is another masterpiece.

Su Zifan took the pen and finished writing the poem. He then looked at Chen Xin and Xia Yaomo and said, "You two watch over me while I go back and write poems for my family."

Chen Xin heard: "Ah?"

Su Zifan said immediately: "You are a monk and you are not married. You don't know how to do what I do to please my daughter. Please tell my brother for me."

Having said that, Su Zifan turned around and ran out of [Haitang Building] without further explanation.

Wan'er likes the eldest girl very much. I got this first-hand poem and showed it to her. She couldn't help but say "Dad is so good" several times! How could I let it go! ?

Thinking of this, Su Zifan walked a little faster.

Chen Xin glanced at the door and curled his lips, thinking that he was seriously ill!

Xia Yaomo said thoughtfully at this time: "I really need to study hard, brother. I think I should study hard."

Chen Xin knew what Xia Yaomo was thinking, so he poured cold water on him without any hesitation: "You won't be able to reach this level even if you study for another few decades. By then, you will be an old man in your 60s. How can you find a wife? Go grab one, or I'll break your legs!"

Xia Yaomo immediately looked bitter.

I came here to find a wife, but how do I find one?

Those girls' eyes were filled with love when they saw the emperor's sister-in-law.

Mu Xu took his eyes off the poem on the screen at this time, took two steps towards where Su Changan and Xia Fengxiang were, and bowed respectfully: "Greetings to Your Majesty, and to the Queen."

After paying his respects, Mu Xu looked at Su Changan and said, "Your Majesty, the journal."

He didn't finish his words, but was looking at Su Changan with a smile.

When Su Changan saw Mu Xu coming out, he thought that it was probably something that would be published in a journal again, and sure enough!

So he looked at Mu Xu and said, "Wait a moment, there should be someone else who wants to write a poem. When they are done, everyone can write together. I think everyone has written well."

Su Changan meant well.

but.

When Mu Xu heard this, he smiled helplessly.

When others heard this, they were even more helpless.

Together?

Not qualified

You said, "I searched for him among the crowd for thousands of times, and when I turned around, he was there, in the dimming lights." Kill them all, attack them all at once, isn't this asking for humiliation?

Tan Songyan is not the only one who is eager to take his poems down from the screen.

and

Feel it

Whether it is Lin Ruoyun, Liu Donglai, Zhang Weisong, or Cui Buning or Zhai Zhiqiu.

I understand everything.

Whether it was the early winter poetry gathering, the Mid-Autumn Festival poetry gathering, or the wedding of the emperor and the empress, the stories they heard were certainly exaggerated, but at that time, when the empress uttered the words, no one dared to write their own poems.

I also understand more clearly why all the talented people in the capital today look so calm and relaxed.

It's like a fifth-rank master meeting a master at the ultimate level.

It's the same whether you make a move or not.

If they were given some time to conceive a poem that could surpass this one, they might have won.

But, I have already been defeated today, so how can I compete with this poem?

and

If you think about this poem carefully, you will find that it is more than just a simple love story.

Mu Xu turned around and looked at everyone: "Anyone else wants to write their own poems? It's right next to the jade table where the queen wrote."

(End of this chapter)