While the people of King Jing’s Mansion were competing to diss Yu Wang’s Mansion Pergola Poetry Meeting, the chamberlain who had just left hurriedly went and returned again, holding a piece of rice paper whose ink had not yet dried in his hand.
“Your Highness, next door, Lord Zhu Pingan Zhu finally composed a poem, this is the first line he made.”The chamberlain excitedly came to King Jing, holding the paper in both hands and offering it to King Jing like a treasure.
King Jing had previously instructed the chamberlain to focus on news of Zhu Pingan from the Yu Wang Fu, so as soon as news came from the Yu Wang Fu side, the chamberlain hurriedly came to report to King Jing, regardless of the fact that he hadn’t finished the poem.
“Well, very good.”King Jing nodded.
After the chamberlain finished offering the rice paper, he once again left with a small tendency, presumably this would be Zhu Pingan’s second verse, the news had also come from Yu Wang Fu’s side, and he would have to present the verses made by Zhu Pingan to His Highness at the first opportunity.
King Jing picked up the rice paper, only to look at it, was a little surprised to let out a sound, “Huh?”
Qian Dongyang, Xu Pu, Li Dongtang and the others at the head of King Jing heard King Jing’s surprised eek and couldn’t help but tighten their tigers, could it be that Zhu Pingan’s verses were too well written? Surprisingly, His Highness was surprised?
“Your Highness, solo joy is not as good as the joy of the crowd, the strange text should be appreciated by all ……” Qian Dongyang arched his hand to King Jing and said with a smile.
“Oh. Oh, boss man please look.”King Jing smiled and handed the rice paper in his hand to Qian Dongyang.
“Huh?”Qian Dongyang took the rice paper and only took a look at it, then like King Jing just now, he eeped in surprise.
“Elder Qian, what’s wrong? What did Zhu Pingan write in his first sentence?”Li Dongtang couldn’t sit still in his chair and got up to ask curiously.
“Hehe, look for yourself.”Qian Dongyang smiled faintly and handed the rice paper in his hand to Li Dongtang.
“A pair of Xiangjiang Jade and look ……”
After Li Dongtang received the rice paper, he read the poem on the rice paper out loud, after reading it, Li Dongtang muttered with a somewhat odd face, “It’s still the Scholar Lang, this sentence written is also too flat, right?”
“No.”
“Otherwise why would His Highness and Elder Qian be surprised.”
“Xiu Cai flavourful, sour down a tooth ……”
After listening to Zhu Pingan’s first verse, the people of King Jing’s Mansion couldn’t help but shake their heads, very much agreeing with Li Dongtang’s critique, feeling that Zhu Pingan’s written verses were too ordinary, and truly worthy of the name of Scholar Lang.
“Your Highness, Zhu Pingan, Lord Zhu’s second verse has arrived ……”
While the crowd was non-committal about Zhu Pingan’s first verse, the chamberlain ran again with the rice paper and presented King Jing with Zhu Pingan’s second verse.
This time, King Jing was no longer surprised after reading it and directly handed the rice paper to Qian Dongyang after reading it.
Qian Dongyang swept a glance, the corner of his mouth pulled a slight arc downwards, and handed it to Li Dongtang after reading it.
“The second consort had spilled tearstained spots ……”
Li Dongtang once again read this line of poetry out loud, after reading it once again shook his head and snorted, “Once Zhu Pingan’s line of poetry came out, the whole poem’s Xiu Cai flavour is even more intense, sour, sour very much, the aura of the whole thing is gone ……”
“Hahaha ……”
“From the desire of the mouth and stomach food session ran to the male and female love love session, huh, the first scholar is really young and full of fire ……”
“A pair of Xiangjiang River jade and see, two consorts had spilled tear stains spot ……This poem is also this, and there is no need to look at the next.”
The crowd of King Jing’s Mansion burst into laughter and spoke out to diss Zhu Pingan.
“Your Highness, in my opinion, we don’t need to wait for the next half of his Zhu Pingan’s poem, this is the level of his poem. According to my count, the Yu Wang House next door already has ten or six poems, almost one for each hand, I thought I could comment on the masterpieces.”King Jing’s Mansion had the third ranked official, Tu Da De, rise and arch his hand to suggest.
The reason why Tu Da De said so was because King Jing had said at the beginning of the poetry meeting that when selecting the masterpieces today, he would include Yu Wang Fu’s poetry from the Pergola Poetry Meeting and participate in the selection along with the poetry from the Drunken White Poetry Meeting.
As for, if Yu Wang Fu’s poem was selected as a masterpiece and won the lottery, King Jing would have someone send the lottery to Yu Wang Fu, pointing out that it would be sent to the owner of the poem.
“Well, yes, Your Highness.”
“The poems in Yu Wang’s mansion are basically all together as well, as for this one by Zhu Pingan, I don’t think we need to wait for it, haha ……”
“That’s a good point, the poems from the Pergola Poetry Society are just that, any poem from our Poetry Society would be a top class masterpiece in their place, I don’t think there’s any need to waste any more time waiting ……”
Tu Da De’s proposal was unanimously favoured by many people in King Jing’s Mansion.
“Elder Qian hitman, Lord Xu, what do you think?”King Jing looked to Qian Dongyang, Xu Pu and the others for advice.
“The will of the people is hard to disobey, and it’s not too late to wait while commenting.”Qian Dongyang thought for a while and said back.
Xu Pu also nodded at his words.
“In that case, then we will wait while evaluating.”King Jing nodded.
In fact, with the poetry meeting going on until now, and with the songstresses chanting poems, everyone had an idea in their hearts as to what good works were in the poetry meeting. However, it was still according to the rules that the poems on the table would be passed out to the crowd for critique and selection.
“Thousands of years ago, the Qinhuai River flowed eastward around the old capital. After Jiangnan’s Rongma, sorrow killed Yu Lan Cheng! This poem of Ta-Jen Wang’s, reflecting on the ancient and modern Qin Huai, can be considered one of the more outstanding masterpieces tonight ……”
Xu Pu picked up a poem and recited it softly while commenting and recommending.
“Oh, the old things of the south dynasty a barren city, the old country drifting a hundred feelings born. Willow shadow of the sky with the going carriage, poplar flowers on the river become floating weeds ……Your Highness, Xu Pu Xu Lord’s this aria of history of “Guangling” is really attention-grabbing, thought-provoking, although the text is not the first, but to the old man see, Xu Lord’s this one “Guangling” for tonight’s most, deservedly.”
After Xu Pu’s side of words, Qian Dongyang picked out Xu Pu’s poem from the poems and stroked his beard and commented.
“Boss Qian overpraises, how can my poem ‘Guangling’ compare to Boss Man’s ‘Nian Nujiao – Stone City’. My poem, compared to the poem of Lord Wang recited just now, is slightly inferior, how can it be compared to Boss Man’s ‘Nian Nu Jiao – Stone City’.”Xu Pu said, and recited Qian Dongyang’s poem with full of emotion in his voice: “Overhanging rock is a thousand feet, borrowing the European sword and Wu axe, chipping it into a citadel. Thousands of miles of gold city back can not be exhausted, ten thousand miles of torrential spray. Wang Joon’s ship, the flag pointed straight, the wind has ever berth. The torch on the bow of the ship burned through the iron ropes;
And now spring is gone and autumn is coming, a river of smoke and rain, 10,000 points of levies swept. Called all the rise and fall of the six dynasties, called off the Xiaoling Hall Pavilion. The mountains are bleak, the river is strong, and the tide hits the foot of the empty city. A few fishing whistles, and the winds of the reeds rise.”
“Qian boss man this work and Su Zi ‘Red Cliff Huai Gu’ compared is not inferior, to recall the past, the tone of the bleak, out of the wind and clouds are easy to pass, the green hills are always in the sentiment, exhortation to us to history as a mirror, can be the world commonwealth.”
After Xu Pu finished reciting, he highly praised Qian Dongyang’s poem.
“Where where where ……”
Qian Dongyang shook his head with a modest face, but the smile on his face was very strong.
For a while, King Jing’s Mansion entered the stage of commercial mutual admiration.
