A burst of commercial blowing each other, so that the King King’s House drunken white poetry will be full of love everywhere, the atmosphere is harmonious.
The activity of selecting the best poems was also in the midst of the commercial blowing each other’s brains out, and it had already selected ten best poems, of which only Yin Shidan’s and Zhang Juzheng’s poems from the Yu Wang Fu were listed, and they ranked at the back of the list.
“Your Highness, Lord Zhu Pingan Zhu’s full poem is finished.”
In the cheerful atmosphere of King Jing’s mansion, the chamberlain once again held the rice paper upside down and offered it to King Jing.
Qian Dongyang noticed the chamberlain as soon as he entered holding the rice paper, but did not take it personally and turned a blind eye to it. With the first two lines of Zhu Pingan’s poem, now Zhu Pingan’s poem can no longer provoke a ripple in Qian Dongyang’s heart.
Xu Pu remained.
Even Li Dongtang, who had the most curiosity at the poetry meeting, now had no curiosity about the second half of Zhu Pingan’s poem.
In fact, King Jing who got the rice paper did not care at first.
It was because he did not care that he could not help but let out an “eek” once again when he laid his eyes on the rice paper and saw the second half of Zhu Ping An’s poem.
Hearing King Jing’s surprised “eek”, Qian Dongyang and the others couldn’t help but raise their heads from their business interactions and looked towards the rice paper in King Jing’s hands.
It couldn’t be that Zhu Pingan’s poetry had reached a new level of badness, could it?
The first two lines were bad enough, the last two lines were even bad enough to surprise His Highness King Jing, Zhu Pingan’s second half of the poem wouldn’t be a whole lot of limericks, would it?
Qian Dongyang and the others thought as such.
After King Jing finished reading it, he was stunned for a few moments before handing over the undried paper in his hand to Qian Dongyang, who was the closest to him.
After Qian Dongyang received the rice paper, he put his eyes on the poem without thinking.
A pair of Xiangjiang River jade and look, two concubines had spilled tear stains.
This first half of the poem had already been read, Qian Dongyang swept his eyes to the second half of the poem: The Han family’s world is four hundred years old, and it is all in the space of a single stroke of the Marquis of Liou’s hand.
The first half of the song is about the first half of the song!
After Qian Dongyang saw this divine twist on the second half of the song, his expression reacted in the same way as King Jing’s, and he couldn’t help but let out a cry of surprise as well.
“Is it that bad? Boss Qian, you let let my humble servant open his eyes as well.”
Seeing this, the curious Li Dongtang couldn’t help but come forward, staring curiously, and read it out loud when he saw it:
A pair of Xiangjiang River Jade and see, the two concubines had spilled tear stains.
The Han family world four hundred years, all in the Liuhou a chopsticks!
After reading, Li Dongtang hindsight “sizzle”, with the second half of the poem, this poem can be transformed, the finishing touch, this poem is not a general poem, enough to be included in the top ten best works.
Throughout the poem, it seems that Zhu Pingan did it on purpose. The first half of the poem is not warm, is in the second half of the paving, the first half of the more inconspicuous, the second half of the poem is the first break of the bottle of water burst, the iron horsemen protruding swords and spears!
After Li Dongtang finished reading, the Drunken White Poetry Club was also quiet.
A full three seconds passed before the Drunken White Poetry Club resumed with the sound of voices and discussion.
It was similar to the Pergola Poetry Club, some people felt that Zhu Pingan had written well, and that the Scholar Lang deserved to be the Scholar Lang, and that he had really written a poem; however, more people felt that Zhu Pingan had been boastful and overly proud of himself.
“Young man, it’s good to be confident, but if you’re overconfident and arrogant, if you talk on paper and boast, you’ll be following in Zhao Kuo’s footsteps.”
“That’s right, no hair on the mouth, but the tone is not small.”
“The Han family world four hundred years, all in the Liou Hou a chopsticks between …… a weak young man, still really dare to say ……”
“The childishness has not faded, the big words are not ashamed.”
This kind of singing down on Zhu Pingan’s voice, than the pergola poetry will have been even worse, they are the King’s House, Zhu Pingan is the Yu Wang Fu, both sides of the position is different, the King’s House of the people in the heart and the mouth is even more reluctant to admit that Zhu Pingan’s poems, so diss Zhu Pingan’s voice one after another, one sentence after the other.
In fact, Zhu Pingan’s young age has left them with more obvious words.
King Jing was sitting on the main seat, noncommittal, his fingers gently tapping on the table, seemingly in tune with the singer’s beat.
Although Xu Pu did not participate in dissing Zhu Pingan, but hearing the words of the surrounding crowd dissing Zhu Pingan, he was still very flattered, looking at those who dissed Zhu Pingan with encouraging eyes, silently encouraging them.
“In the end, it’s the young people.”Qian Dongyang shook his head and lamented.
Qian Dongyang just lamented this, although he didn’t say it explicitly, but after the crowd heard it, dissing Zhu Pingan dissed even more vigorously.
“Your Highness ……”
In the midst of a chorus of dissing sounds, the chamberlain once again came trotting in with a copy of rice paper whose ink had not yet dried.
“Has anyone next door composed a poem again?”
“Counting up, all the ones next door who should have made poems have done so, haven’t they? The rest are all small fry.”
“What good poems can there be next door.”
The crowd wasn’t really curious about this and didn’t think anything of it.
“Who composed it?”
King Jing casually asked before receiving the rice paper.
“It’s still composed by Lord Zhu Pingan Zhu.”The chamberlain offered the undried ink on the rice paper with both hands and lowered his head as he returned.
Zhu Pingan?
It was composed by Zhu Pingan again? This kid even composed another song?
Although he didn’t want to admit it, but the fact was that this kid Zhu Pingan’s last poem was already very outstanding, and he didn’t expect to compose another one?
When the crowd heard this, they were quiet for a moment, and all the voices that had been frantically dissing Zhu Ping An disappeared.
This time, no one in the crowd took Zhu Pingan’s poetry lightly anymore.
King Jing was the same.
“Hmm?!”
After receiving the rice paper, King Jing had already prepared himself in his heart to pay attention to the rice paper, but after seeing Zhu Pingan’s work on the rice paper, King Jing once again failed to control himself and let out a “hmmm”, and the further he looked, the more excited King Jing seemed to get, and the rice paper in his hand shook a little.
After reading it, King Jing gave a frustrated look in the direction of Yu Wang Fu, and then passed the paper in his hand to Qian Dongyang.
Qian Dongyang noticed that King Jing’s expression had just changed, so he was more prepared in his heart, but when he saw the “Young Man’s Great Wisdom” on the rice paper, he still couldn’t help but change his colour in dismay, and then he couldn’t help but read the work in his hand:
“Junior wisdom is big wise, junior rich is big Ming rich; Junior strong is big Ming strong ……The red sun rises, its path is bright. The river comes out of the ambush, a plunge into the ocean. The submerged dragon rushes into the abyss, and its scales and claws fly up. The tiger whistles in the valley, and all the beasts are terrified. The falcon tries its wings, and the wind and dust open and close. The strange flower is first born, elegant and grand. The dry will be whetted, and there is a work of its awn. The sky wears its pale, the earth walks in its yellow. There is a thousand years in the past, and eight wastelands across the land. The future looks like the sea, and the days to come are long. The beauty of my young Ming is that I will never grow old with the sky! Bravo to my young Daming, with the country without boundaries!”
……
After a work was read, the whole hall was shocked! The crowd was like hearing a thunderclap, each dumbstruck, listening to goosebumps all over their bodies.
Strong encouragement, strong enterprising spirit, strong infectious force, strong sense of pride in Daming, strong sense of responsibility ……Even if they are no longer young, but listen to, can not help but surge of heart, blood boiling, the heart of an impulse for my Daming stand on top of the world and fight for life, not to mention the teenagers to listen to it.
It can be imagined that this work will be like lightning, quickly spread throughout the capital, spread throughout the whole of Daming, inspire generation after generation of young people.
With this piece of work, it will surely leave a name in Ming history!
The crowd only felt that once the “Junior Great Ming Zhi” came out, all the best works of the Drunken White Poetry Society were eclipsed.
