Happy Little Scholar

Su Shi's "Inscription on Jinshan Temple" is a masterpiece among palindrome poems. Although it is not as well-known as most of his poems, it still has a high status in the professional field.

The level of poetry development in this world is far lower than that of the world Li Yi was familiar with. Because of the particularity of this poem, the shock it caused was even greater than those of top works.

You don't express your emotions or express your ambitions. It's just to show off your skills. Don't you agree with me?

Zhao Xiuwen saw this, so he simply admitted defeat to avoid wasting time.

Although he can write an excellent poem that is not inferior to it, but if he wants to write the kind of poem that is full of poetry when read forward and backward, and the artistic conception is not bad, it cannot be completed in a short time, or even He wasn't sure he could write it at all.

If this poem was really written by the young man opposite, then the other man's command of words would have been extremely proficient, reaching a very terrifying level.

Emperor Jing has a calm expression and sits on the dragon chair, giving people a feeling that everything is under control.

The officials were convinced that His Majesty was indeed His Majesty, and it turned out that he had planned to replace Wei Si Ye temporarily.

The third prince of Qi State patted Zhao Xiuwen on the shoulder and comforted him: "I never thought that Mr. Li, at such a young age, has such profound attainments in poetry and prose. Just do your best and don't care too much about winning or losing."

"I'm very happy to meet an interesting opponent." Zhao Xiuwen smiled and didn't seem to care at all.

At this time, the two eunuchs had lit their incense respectively. The third prince of Qi State drew the first lot, and the second one naturally went to Jing Guo.

Prime Minister Shen casually pulled out a lottery ticket from the bamboo tube, glanced at it, then looked at the two of them and said, "Dragon Boat Festival."

Poems with seasonal themes are actually not difficult. Countless poems are published every year, but because they are so common, it becomes extremely difficult to stand out from them.

The atmosphere in the hall was quiet. The officials held their breath and tried not to make any noise. Zhao Xiuwen closed his eyes again. He had already investigated the officials in the court. When he was writing poems, he liked to close his eyes and meditate. When he opened his eyes, This is when the poem is completed.

Because the hall was too quiet, the sudden sound of footsteps was particularly clear.

Everyone watched Li Xianzi walk to the desk, pick up his pen and start writing, and the expressions on his face couldn't help but froze again.

From the time when Prime Minister Shen announced the topic to when he walked to the desk, it only took a few breaths. In such a short period of time, he had already come up with a poem?

No matter how accomplished he is in poetry, he still can't stop thinking!

The officials had strange expressions on their faces and secretly sighed in their hearts. Even if His Majesty had really made arrangements in advance, County Prince Li should have pretended to be more like him. With such poor acting skills, he couldn't even deceive them, let alone the people of Qi. His Majesty, I really found the wrong person once. Which one of the officials would not be more similar to the one played by Li Xianzi?

Under the attention of everyone, after a while, Li Yi put down his pen and said silently in his heart: "Mr. Dongpo, I will borrow your poems again, please don't mind..."

The eunuch immediately hung up the still-ink-stained paper again.

When Baiguan looked over this time, he had two completely different expressions from before.

Unlike the previous poem, this poem does not deliberately show off its skills. Whether it is content or form, it is the mainstream recognized by countless people.

"Huanxisha·Dragon Boat Festival."

"Light sweat slightly penetrates the blue sky, and I bathe in fragrant orchids during the Dragon Boat Festival in the Ming Dynasty. The fragrance fills Qingchuan.

The colorful thread is lightly wrapped around the ruby ​​arm, and the small talisman is hung diagonally on the green cloud servant girl. Beautiful women meet each other for a thousand years. "

A few lines of poems not only vividly display the folk customs of the Dragon Boat Festival, but the last sentence is the finishing touch. A beautiful woman has met for a thousand years. This is probably the longest and most true promise, right?

I just don’t know who this beauty is. Could it be his wife?

Zhao Xiuwen didn't know when he opened his eyes. He didn't immediately pick up the pen and start writing. Instead, he came over to Li Yi and cupped his hands and asked, "My lord, Zhao Xiuwen, do you know your name?"

All the officials were surprised. At this moment, if Zhao Xiuwen didn't write poetry, why would he come here to get close to him?

"Li Yi." Li Yi cupped his hands and thought to himself, you should write quickly. Once you finish writing, you can end this boring competition as soon as possible. If the competition continues like this, the coffin board of Layman Dongpo will soon be unable to hold it down.

"As expected, Mr. Li, Li Yi, I should have known..."

There was no surprise on Zhao Xiuwen's face. He sighed, took out a thin book from his sleeve, and said: "Zhao originally thought that among the younger generation, his poetry talent was unmatched, until he passed through your country Qing'an. When I bought this copy of "Ming Yue Ji" in the busy market, I realized how stupid it was to sit in a well and look at the sky. From then on, Zhao often felt excited after reading Brother Li's poems, and could not sleep at night, thinking about the real meaning. Shixian is just like that. He wanted to make friends with Brother Li, but he never got it. He didn’t expect to meet him on such an occasion. It’s just a twist of fate..."

When Zhao Xiuwen said this, all the officials were dumbfounded.

Even though the other party was from Qi, no one among the officials did not recognize his poetic talent. He defeated the Poetry Ghost King Zhong, and many talented people from Jingguo fell to him. But this person described himself as "sitting in a well and looking at the sky". This is How much praise do you have for Mr. Li?

Every word he said was praising Li Xianzi, and he was generous with his words, but what he meant beyond his words was that he had given up in this competition?

In this case, Jingguo lost one game and won another. Although it was temporarily tied, it gave them a chance to breathe, which was of great significance.

"I am not as good as you." Zhao Xiuwen looked at Li Yi and said seriously.

The faces of the envoys of Qi State were gloomy. One of them was about to speak, but after being looked at by the third prince, he swallowed back what he was about to say.

Li Yi was also surprised. Zhao Xiuwen said such a thing in front of the envoys of Qi State and the officials of Jing State, which was far beyond his expectations.

Did he meet a fan?

He had to admit that whether it was the third prince of Qi State or the one in front of him, even if they were in different camps, it was difficult for him to have any bad feelings towards the two in his heart.

"Thank you." Li Yi bowed again.

The third prince of Qi State nodded to Li Yi, and then raised his head and said: "Your Majesty, we lost this competition."

From beginning to end, he did not ask Zhao Xiuwen a word.

As the third prince of Qi State said this, there was an uproar in the court.

No one thought that this poetry competition would have such a result.

There was no judgment, no debate, Li Xianzi was straightforward, Zhao Xiuwen admitted defeat twice, and won so easily.

At a time when people were in low spirits, this victory was undoubtedly something that could inspire people, and the court's face was finally saved.

Not long after, all the officials walked out of the hall one after another, and at the same time, news came out from the palace gate.