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But now the former top scholar Li Jiulang is like this.
That's very different!
Low whispers suddenly appeared in the hall, and everyone looked at Li Jiulang, then at Su Wenqing and Su Zimu.
at last.
While looking at Su Changan, he also looked at His Majesty.
Those who did not attend were all filled with curiosity and anticipation.
Those who were planning to participate were naturally hesitant. After all, a poem that could receive such sudden praise from Li Jiulang must be an extraordinary one.
Moreover, this is not given to Your Majesty. If it is given to Your Majesty, it will be even more of a masterpiece.
trouble
After all, those who came to the Mid-Autumn Palace Banquet today either wanted to make a big splash, or have their literary talent praised by His Majesty, thus rising to prominence.
At worst, one hopes to gain the attention of some high-ranking official, so that he can leverage his power in the officialdom.
Of course, many people also want to win the favor of Miss Chang'an.
But no matter which one it is, it is their target tonight.
But even if you fail to achieve this goal, you cannot make a fool of yourself and ruin your future.
So now.
hesitate!
Mu Xu looked at Li Jiulang with a somewhat stunned expression, but he was very happy in his heart. He immediately turned his head and looked at Yang Guofu: "Whether to make this bet or not, give me a straight answer."
After Yang Guofu glanced at Mu Xu with his one eye, he looked towards the empress.
He happened to see the empress looking at him coldly, and he turned his eyes directly to Su Wenqing and the others.
But whether it was Su Wenqing, Su Zimu, or Li Jiulang, all three of them had blank expressions on their faces, and nothing could be seen.
Yang Guofu had no choice but to look at Su Changan, and at that moment he didn't know what Su Changan was writing.
hesitate!
He didn't hesitate about what the students were worried about!
He wanted that pair of paperweights!
Because that pair of paperweights is priceless!
Especially the allusions and value it carries, it can be said to be of great collection value.
At this time, Li Hun and He Li had finished writing their poems and handed them to the palace maids beside them.
Yang Guofu turned his head and looked over, and found that Zuo Shaoweng, Li Wei, Cui Yuer, as well as Wei Zijian, the outstanding student among the poor students, Liu Sanbai, and Meng Shaoan, who was pulled by Xia Zhixu to sit at the back, etc., these talented men and women who had already gained fame in literature had finished their writings and handed them to the palace maids beside them.
What Mu Xu just told him was that Su Changan's poetry surpassed everyone in the entire hall, so that these people did not dare to recite their own poems anymore.
Even if someone could recite it, it would be completely unmatched.
To put it bluntly
Betting on Su Changan's literary talent, he surpasses all his peers in the hall!
Let’s not worry about the look on Li Jiulang’s and his men’s faces just now.
Crown pressure?
Is it that simple?
After so many years, there was only one Xun Kuang.
Yang Guofu narrowed his one eye and glanced at Su Changan while glancing at the empress.
Special one, I’m going to take a gamble to overwhelm so many scholars and literati!
Immediately!
Yang Guofu said directly: "Let's bet. If I lose, you can pick whatever you want from my place."
This is what Mu Xu was waiting for.
The way Su Wenqing drank the wine just now was telling him to gamble.
So, with a clap of his hands, Mu Xu said, "Your father has testified for us, so don't cheat if you lose!"
Yang Guofu smiled and said, "Master Jijiu, please remember this and don't cheat when the time comes."
Mu Xu smiled and immediately turned to look at the empress: "Your Majesty, I wonder if you would like me to recite Miss Chang'an's poems."
Xia Fengxiang was stunned for a moment. There was no poetry at all. It was just some nonsense said by that bastard.
However, when Xia Fengxiang looked at the people below just now, he guessed that someone would definitely ask to recite poetry, so he had already thought of a reason.
just
Just when Xia Fengxiang hadn't spoken yet.
Su Changan said, "Master Jijiu, shall I ask my sister to recite it?"
Upon hearing this, Mu Xu immediately made a gesture of invitation.
At this moment, Su Linhan was holding the paper handed to her by Su Changan, with about a hundred words on it.
Just after seeing it, Su Linhan looked at the article in her hand with excitement, extremely excited.
Especially when looking at the poems, it was as if I was there in person. Compared with the previous poem, it was exactly the same, or even better, so I forgot about reciting it.
However, after Su Changan reminded her, Su Linhan finally reacted. She looked up and saw that everyone's eyes were focused on her.
Su Linhan immediately felt a little embarrassed.
But immediately, he cleared his throat, looked at the paper in his hand, and began to recite: "When will the bright moon appear? I raise my cup to ask the blue sky. I don't know what year it is in the palace of heaven. I want to ride the wind to go back, but I am afraid that the jade buildings are too cold up there. I stand up to dance with my shadow, but it doesn't seem like I'm in the human world.
Turn to the Zhu Pavilion, look down at the Qihu, and the light will make you sleepless. There shouldn't be any hatred, so what's the point of saying goodbye? People have joys and sorrows, separations and reunions, and the moon waxes and wanes. This is a difficult thing in ancient times. Nung, moon and new moon. "
Start from the first sentence recited by Su Linhan.
None of the scholars in the hall showed a look of shock on their faces.
Then it was incredible.
After that, everyone looked at Su Changan and were extremely amazed.
to the end.
Some people smiled bitterly, some closed their eyes and immersed themselves in poetry, some had a changing expression, and some regretted deeply.
Quiet~~~
There was deathly silence in the entire hall.
Even the warriors in the hall who were ignorant of literature, although a little confused, were immersed in it. They did not understand the meaning or the feelings, but they found this poem particularly comfortable and enjoyable to listen to. The poem flowed smoothly and was very romantic.
Meng Qin, a famous rough general in the court, picked up his wine glass and repeated in a low voice, "People have joys and sorrows, separations and reunions, the moon waxes and wanes, and it is difficult to have everything in life." Then, he drank the wine in the glass and said "good" several times.
at last
Zhao Shi, an old scholar at the Imperial College, stroked his long beard and broke the silence: "Since this Mid-Autumn Festival poem was published in Chang'an, all other poems have been abandoned."
Wen Zhegu knew he was going to lose when he heard the first line, 'When will the bright moon appear? I raise my cup to ask the sky', so he simply immersed himself in it. He couldn't help but say, "Wash away the beauty of silk and fragrance, get rid of the twists and turns of silk, make people look far and wide, raise their heads and sing, feel noble and noble, and transcend the dust and dirt."
talking
Wen Zhegu stood up and bowed deeply towards Su Changan: "I underestimated Miss Changan's poetry. Zhegu apologizes."
Su Changan was stunned for a moment, not understanding what Mr. Wen, the great man, suddenly meant, but he quickly returned the gift.
However, Xun Kuang and others understood what happened to Wen Zhegu.
In the end, he felt that Su Changan was not able to suppress him, so he apologized.
But everyone was not surprised. After all, Wen Zhegu advocated the idea of "correcting mistakes as soon as you know them is the greatest virtue. Reflect on yourself and think twice to prevent mistakes."
It is normal to apologize when you realize you are wrong.
Mr. Yao closed his eyes and savored the poem silently. The more he savored it, the more he thought it was profound.
A minister dressed in purple, holding a wine glass in his hand, said with a smile: "Miss Wen Chang'an, you are extremely talented. I am honored to see you today and hear your poem. I would like to offer you a drink."
After saying this, the man, who looked to be in his thirties and was already wearing a purple official uniform, drank the whole bottle in a very casual gulp.
Su Changan picked up the wine glass and did the same.
When Lord Wu saw Su Chang'an being so carefree, he immediately laughed heartily and said, "Peerless elegance, what a peerless elegance Su Chang'an is."
Another elderly man spoke slowly, "Ethereal and profound! The first half of this poem is like a fairy from heaven. Hahaha, I am stupid. Anyone who can come up with a line like 'clouds resemble clothes, flowers resemble face' must be a banished fairy. Please don't blame me, young lady."
As he said this, he bowed slightly to Su Changan.
Su Changan naturally returned the gift.
With these people speaking up.
Everyone present explained and looked at Su Changan in surprise.
When I think back to the words I just read, I feel that they are truly indescribable. The beauty of words surpasses everything else.
Many of them were generous with their praises and spoke to Su Changan one after another.
Among them, those who were particularly studious did not care about themselves at all, like Wen Zhegu and Lord Wu. They either stood up and bowed or raised their glasses to toast, looking very heroic.
There was an endless stream of expressions of gratitude and praise.
Su Changan listened and thought that returning the gifts was no big deal, but he just felt a little embarrassed.
But he was not surprised by such a scene.
After all, this poem, even if it were to be passed down to the modern times, would still be considered the ultimate Mid-Autumn Festival poem throughout the ages, and no other poem could surpass it.
And among peers.
Wei Zijian and Liu Sanbai, after watching the poem "When Will the Bright Moon Appear" by Yan Shu, had only listened to it once.
Liu Sanbai smiled bitterly and asked, "You chose not to write poetry because you knew that Miss Chang'an had such literary talent, right?"
Yan Shu was honest and nodded: "After seeing Miss Chang'an write the article "Snow", I knew that I would never be able to reach the height of Miss Chang'an's poetry in this lifetime. However, I advised you before I came here."
Wei Zijian was about to speak, but then he remembered that Yan Shu seemed to have said something like let them wait and see, so he didn't know what to say.