Principal of the Heavens

After Li Yi left, he swaggered back to the poetry club again, and found his place to sit down again.

Drinking alone alone, at this time, many people came together to make friends with him.

Li Yi also received a lot of handkerchiefs, which were sent by the girls who sent their maids. In this era, the defense between men and women is still very serious.

What if the ladies of the world see the person they like at the poetry meeting?

After seeing someone, they will ask the maid to give the handkerchief to the other party.

If the recipient of the handkerchief is interested, he will naturally return it to the owner of the handkerchief. During the return of the handkerchief, the two of them will naturally have a chance to meet.

The handkerchiefs were all tattooed with very beautiful patterns, Li Yi didn't take any of them, and put them all aside.

But Li Hongcheng came over at this time, "The last half of Xiongtai's poem just now is wonderful, I don't know if there is a second half."

Although Li Hongcheng didn't know what Zhao Ke was or what weapon was called Wu Hook, it didn't prevent him from instinctively thinking that this poem was good.

Just listening to the first half of the song, I feel excited, and I can't wait to know what the second half is about.

Li Yi didn't speak, and glanced at He Zongwei who was sitting on the side. It was hard for him to develop a good impression of this guy.

And the most important thing is that he doesn't want to say the second half of the poem. After saying it, he has to work hard to find a way to explain it to this group of people. It's better not to hide it in his heart and let this half of the poem become an unsolved case in the world. .

Of course, maybe Fan Xian will fill in the second half of this poem when he is free some other day.

"The so-called poems are nothing more than the arrival of joy, the yearning of the gods, and they should be appreciated with second or third friends. Some poems, I don't want to take them out and let people who shouldn't listen to them."

As Li Yi spoke, he glanced at He Zongwei, whose face was like a pig's liver, with a vague smile on his lips, very contemptuous.

"You" He Zongwei wanted to explode but didn't know what to say. What if he was not as skilled as others, so he could only slap the table and get up, leaving angrily.

Li Yi watched him leave, then turned to look at Li Hongcheng, "Your Highness, in all fairness, nothing that can be revealed is really good.

The real good things should be hidden in the heart, and occasionally make a cup of tea with two or three friends, and take it out for a few people to taste carefully. Only in this way can we get the beauty of poetry. "

Li Hongcheng suddenly felt that Li Yi was different from himself, if he made such a good poem, he would definitely show it off.

He wished that the whole world would know, but Li Yi kept such good poems in his heart, and he didn't make any publicity at all, and only tasted them with his second or third friends.

He must have talked a lot with Fan Xian when he went out just now, and Fan Xian did the same just now. The real good poems are only willing to be hidden in his heart.

If Li Yi hadn't met a confidant like Fan Xian, he probably wouldn't have recited two or three good poems in a row.

This is probably the gap between himself and them. One wants to publicize it, wishing the whole world knew about it.

One will be taken out to taste each other only when you meet your confidant.

Perhaps only people like them can go further along the path of poetry, and they have fallen on the trail after all.

Not only Li Hongcheng thought of this, but many scholars present also thought of this.

Many people stood up at this time, looked at each other two by two, looked at each other and smiled, everything was silent.

They all bowed to Li Yi, "I would like to be taught." Even Li Hongcheng also saluted Li Yi.

A trace of doubt flashed in Li Yi's mind as he watched them all salute to him, but he didn't pay much attention to it. Whatever they thought, Li Yi was not going to explain to them.

After the ceremony, Li Hongcheng suddenly realized that something was wrong. According to Li Yi's words, his poetry meeting could not be held.

According to him, two or three friends can appreciate the poems, so can I still call people if I hold or not hold this poetry meeting in the future?

However, Li Hongcheng himself is also an extremely intelligent person, he was born in a royal family, no matter how stupid he is, he is not very stupid.

"The poetry meeting will still be held in the future. If you don't mind, you can pass your poems to me, and then we can taste them together."

After Li Hongcheng finished speaking, he nodded inwardly alone. Maybe the poetry meeting will not be held in the future, but there will still be countless good poems coming to him.

See for yourself who writes well, and you can also invite him in or win over or help.

After listening to Li Yi, he immediately understood that because of his own reasons, this poetry meeting might not be able to go on.

And if it is true that everyone will just work behind closed doors in the future, I am afraid that many good poems and lyrics in the Qing Dynasty will not be handed down at all. Not many people know about it, and they don't make any records. How can it be passed down?

Immediately stood up and said, "Although two or three friends are good to taste a poem, you can't write it behind closed doors. If you encounter something you don't understand, you need to show it to everyone for appreciation. If you write it well, you can also collect it into a book. spread."

As soon as Li Yi finished speaking, Li Hongcheng immediately expressed his approval, "In the future, I will collect and organize the excellent poems from the poetry conference into a book, and share them with everyone for appreciation."

This sentence has obviously been approved by many people, who doesn't want their poems to spread all over the world.

Li Hongcheng was very happy, as the influence of his poetry club would expand from Kyoto to Qing.

The atmosphere of the next poetry meeting was obviously pushed to a climax, and many people made a toast to Li Yi.

Li Yi drank two cups and left alone, walked to the side of the pavilion and sat by himself, Li Hongcheng also came here at this time.

He had just communicated with the second prince Li Chengze, and the mysterious young man in front of him should naturally try his best to win him over, although the other party might not be won over by them.

"Brother Li, why did you come here alone?" Li Chengze asked casually.

It seems that in just a short moment, Li Hongcheng and the others have thoroughly investigated the identity and background written by Li Yi.

Li Hongcheng did not find out any useful information, he only knew that Li Yi was from a remote area, and he had just arrived in the capital of the Qing Kingdom two days ago.

The others seemed to be like a cloud of fog, no matter how hard they searched, they couldn't find any clues, even if they didn't know where Li Yi lived in the capital of Qing Kingdom for the past two days.

Li Yi didn't care that they found out his identity, he just shook his head and asked, "Is there any snacks and tea in Prince Jing's mansion?"

This question is indeed true, and Li Yi really wants to know how far the dim sum has developed in this era.

"Yes. I'll send someone to prepare it for Brother Li." Although Li Hongcheng didn't know why he asked, he nodded and answered.

Li Yi nodded after listening, closed his eyes and said nothing, obviously he didn't want to say anything more with Li Hongcheng.

As Prince Jing's heir, Li Hongcheng was rarely rejected by others, but this time he was rejected by Li Yi without any anger at all.

The more talented a person is, the more arrogant he is. Hearing the second prince say that Li Yi is a rare talent, it is normal to be a little arrogant.