The term "dimly lit" does not apply to the palace either. There may be lights outside today, but the palace's lights are mainly in the inner halls, and most of the lights outside are fire towers.
The Golden Scale Dance is performed by several groups of dancers wearing clothes woven with golden gauze threads.
As for the "E'er, Snow Willow, and Golden Threads" headdress, although it is used to describe the headdress of the Lantern Festival, it is not inappropriate to use it to describe the New Year's Day.
The practice of wearing seasonal flowers in hairpins has been around since the Han Dynasty.
In her poem, Zhu Shuzhen of the Song Dynasty described herself as "picking plum blossoms and inserting them into her hair". In the Ming Dynasty, Tang Yin's "New Year's Day" wrote that women in the Ming Dynasty "inserted plum blossoms into their hair and played Cuju". Both shows that seasonal flowers are the first choice for women.
Snow willow and jade plum are both winter products. There was snow the day before yesterday, so there were quite a few people wearing snow willow today.
In addition to flowers, there have been hoopoes since ancient times.
Hoopoe means wearing jewelry, and these jewelry have different names due to their different materials and shapes.
But in the final analysis there are only so many of them: pearls and jade, moths, cicadas, bees, butterflies, jade plums, snow willows, bodhi leaves, lantern balls, gold bracelets, cicada and sable sleeves, neck scarves, etc.
The most popular of these is the moth, also known as the noctuid armyworm or moth.
So you only need to change three words in the whole article, and a poem that will be passed down through the ages will be created.
At this moment, all the officials frowned slightly, wanting to find fault, but they felt like they had no idea where to start.
The first half of the poem describes today's scene in great detail and sublimation, while the second half describes people based on the scene, describing the heartbeat he felt when the person he had been searching for suddenly appeared.
Not to mention anything else, even the last sentence alone is a famous quote that has been passed down through the ages.
Li Xiuzhu watched the civil servants fall into deep thought, and did not urge them. Instead, he sat down leisurely, raised his wine glass and played with it thoughtfully.
However, Li Xiuzhu didn't speak, and Li Liuli would not just wait for these people to brush it off.
Li Liuli smiled and called out the name, "Sir Song, the prince consort has already finished his poem. Please comment on it."
"I told you he was too arrogant. How dare he think the top spot is his own?"
"How dare he say such outrageous things!"
"Lord Song, Lord Sun, please help me educate him and let him know what humility is."
Song Lian and Sun Jingyang twitched their lips at the same time, especially Sun Jingyang, who felt even more aggrieved. I was just a spectator and didn't participate. Princess, can you see the target of your map cannon?
Seeing the princess exerting her strength, those who were not named looked around, not daring to look at the princess, for fear that they would also be dragged into the mud.
Although Song Lian felt ashamed and wanted to leave, this was the imperial palace, with the emperor sitting above and officials sitting below.
When Li Kuo saw this, he knew it was time for him to step forward. After all, Song Lian was the Vice Minister of the Ministry of Revenue and an important official of the country.
Of course, he still has to give in when he should, at most it will make him save face.
"Haha, Wenhua (Li Liuli's title), you are really putting the Song Qing family in a difficult position."
"Not only the Song family, but even the emperor can't find any fault with this poem by the prince consort."
"I heard that the two academies in the capital have already agreed on this year's Poet King, both of whom are prince consorts. Although other academies have not reported yet, I think they are similar."
"As for poetry, the prince consort is unrivalled. I'm afraid that in a few years the Sage Poet and the Immortal Poet will be no better than him."
"What do you think, Mr. Song?"
The emperor has come out to endorse Li Xiuzhu, what else can he say? However, after His Majesty said this, everyone is not as good as Li Xiuzhu, so he naturally won't be so embarrassed.
"Your Majesty is right. The Prince Consort's poems deserve to be passed down through the ages."
"I'm not as good as you!"
As he spoke, Song Lian bowed to Li Xiuzhu.
"The prince consort is very talented and he has indeed won the first place with his first move. But I am too arrogant and have only a narrow view of the world."
Seeing that Song Lian had given in, Li Xiuzhu naturally would not hold on to him.
“There are always people who are better than you, and even among three people there is still one who can be my teacher.”
Seeing that Li Xiuzhu also gave in, Song Lian's face looked a little better again.
Seeing this, Li Kuo nodded with satisfaction.
"The poetry competition ends here. Although the prince consort has a first-place poem, he was not included in the competition at the beginning."
Li Liuli immediately became annoyed. She asked her husband to write a poem for nothing?
"Father, you are biased... The ministers forced my husband to participate, so how can it not count?"
"If such a famous line of poetry could not be ranked, I am afraid that people would say that my father was unfair if they knew about it."
Li Kuo glared at Li Liuli when he heard that, but Li Liuli was not afraid at all.
She was Li Kuo's favorite little cotton-padded jacket, even though it's leaking now.
"You kid, can your father let the prince consort suffer any loss? Can't you just listen to what your father has to say?"
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Upon hearing this, Li Liuli realized that she had misunderstood her father, and she quickly pretended to be uneasy and embarrassed.
"Father, you are the best. It's all Liuli's fault for being too anxious. Father, you won't be angry with Liuli, right?"
Li Xiuzhu looked at Li Liuli and secretly said, "Delicious tea."
However, Li Xiuzhu's gaze happened to be seen by Li Liuli, and Li Liuli immediately gave Li Xiuzhu a subtle look.
"What are you looking at? Would your wife act like this if I hadn't stood up for you?"
"You bastard, you don't know how to appreciate kindness, do you?"
"Believe it or not, I won't let you get into my bed for a month."
"...No, no, a month is too long. This bastard doesn't need women. I can't let others take advantage of him."
"How about three days?"
"Well, isn't three days a bit too long? What if I miss this bastard? Can I hold it in?"
"Wait, why do I feel like I'm punishing myself?"
Looking at Li Liuli who was gradually falling into self-doubt, Li Xiuzhu couldn't help but laughed.
What should I do? My wife is so funny and I can’t hold it back.
When Li Liuli heard the laughter, she looked over suspiciously.
"What are you laughing at, you bastard?"
At this time, Li Kuo also continued what he had just said, saying: "Although the prince consort is not included in the rules and is not ranked first, his poetry is well-deserved to be the first, so he is rewarded with a thousand taels of gold, a hundred pieces of brocade, a famous horse, and a golden plaque for the king of poetry in the Jiashen year."
Li Liuli was very happy about this. She didn't care much about other things, but the gold plaque bestowed by the emperor as the King of Poetry was so valuable that it definitely surpassed all the other kings of poetry in history.
At this moment, the faces of the civil servants were full of surprise. They did not expect to be bestowed with a golden plaque by the emperor. That was something they wanted but could not get.
Based on the principle that if you don't let others gain, you won't lose anything, they want to refute it.
But when thinking about the poems written by Li Xiuzhu this year, no one can find a reason to refute it.
Li Xiuzhu did not expect to receive the golden plaque from the emperor, but he did not care much about it.
Although it is an honor, at his level, the benefits of a golden plaque of the King of Poetry are almost nothing.
The only benefit you can get is probably the admiration of those young ladies from wealthy families in the future?
(End of this chapter)