The prince is very fierce

The ladies smiled sweetly, and the talented scholars were full of vigor and vigor.

In the hall of Longyin Pavilion, hundreds of literati were bustling and eloquent, and every three sentences they said would quote classics. No matter whether others understood or not, they had to nod and smile, looking like "fellow travelers".

On the upper row of armchairs, Song Baiqing, with gray hair, held a teacup, with a little impatience in his eyes. As the chief priest of the Imperial College, students who graduated from the Imperial College basically had to call him "Mr.", and those who became officials were all over Dayue, and his students were all over the world. He really looked down on this trick of pursuing fame and fortune.

However, the status of warriors in Dayue was too high, and the literati could no longer suppress it. The current emperor attached great importance to literati. If these were not done, Chang'an City would probably be full of martial arts and swordplay, and fighting and killing would really damage the dignity of the Central Plains Dynasty.

So Song Baiqing still had to come to such occasions, and when he met a few talented literati, he had to speak a few words of praise. The emperor of the day would also pay attention to it, and even study poetry quite a bit.

However, poetry is something that anyone who has read books and learned the rules of poetry can write, but it takes several years or decades for a poem to be passed down. In a poetry meeting, there are probably only one or two poems that are worth reading, and the rest are all dross.

Therefore, the review of manuscripts was handed over to the good daughter Song Yufu.

At this time, next to the desk where many great scholars were sitting, King Song Yu of Yan and Song Baiqing were discussing the matter of the next spring examination. Song Yufu was looking at the manuscript seriously, and from time to time she asked a few words from a gray-haired old man next to her.

The old man's name was Qi Xinghan. When he was young, his "Chang'an Fu" was valued by the previous emperor. He was famous in the capital and entered the officialdom. He served as an imperial censor and was well-known in the capital for his erudition and talent.

Of course, Qi Xinghan was more famous for his stubbornness. During the previous emperor's more than 20 years in office, Qi Xinghan died and made more than 20 remonstrations, which made the previous emperor so angry that he opened his mouth and scolded him as "Qi Lao Fu". The current emperor has been in power for ten years. He has rectified the administration of officials, quelled banditry, and valued the poor. No matter how you look at it, he deserves to be the king of the revival. However, because he forgot the time when playing chess with someone and came to the court half a quarter of an hour late, Qi Xinghan chased and bit him. To this day, he still talks about it and reminds the current emperor not to indulge in pleasure. As a result, the current emperor was annoyed and even gave up entertainment activities such as hunting and spring outing.

Qi Xinghan is not afraid of those who wear shoes when barefoot. He is really willing to cut himself off. Even many great scholars who are also literati are absolutely overcorrecting, but they can't argue with Qi Xinghan, which shows his ability.

However, although Qi Xinghan likes to be serious, his attainments in poetry are still obvious to all. At this time, he took a pile of messy poems and read them word by word. His evaluation was also very pertinent, and basically no one disagreed.

Seeing that the poetry meeting was halfway through, several good poems were produced during the period, but they were not masterpieces that could be passed down to future generations.

Song Yufu was a little impatient, but she hadn't found the poem she had heard in the Imperial College, so she could only keep looking at other people's desks.

Song Baiqing was communicating with the King of Yan. Seeing his daughter looking around without any manners, he said with a little displeasure:

"Yufu, what are you looking at?"

Song Yufu quickly shrank her neck, did her job properly, and responded softly: "Daddy, I didn't see anything."

The King of Yan was easy-going and elegant. Seeing Song Baiqing being so strict with his daughter, he smiled and said: "Yufu is not old, it's normal for her to like poetry and songs. There has been no good work for several years, but the dregs are everywhere. I'm afraid she is tired of reading them."

Song Baiqing nodded Nodding, he looked at the handsome man and beautiful woman who were full of vigor and vitality below him: "Poetry is written from feelings. How can a young person who pretends to be sad about the passing of spring and autumn write a good article..."

While speaking, Qi Xinghan, who was sitting next to him, shook his head and continued: "That's not necessarily true. There are millions of households in Chang'an City, and there are many people who are proficient in literature and writing. There are always a few people with outstanding talents, such as this one: The wind has stopped, the dust has smelled, and the flowers have faded. I am tired of combing my hair at night..."

As soon as the voice came out, seven or eight old Confucian scholars with frowns on their faces turned their heads away.

After reading doggerel like "A river is a hundred feet wide, and the fish in it are tender and fresh" for half a night, a sentence "The wind has stopped, the dust has smelled, and the flowers have faded" suddenly popped up. It felt like washing my ears, and it was hard not to pay attention.

Yan Wang and Song Baiqing also raised their eyebrows slightly, and looked at Qi Xinghan with a little more seriousness.

Qi Xinghan was over sixty years old, too old. After reciting two lines, he felt that his appearance was not appropriate, so he handed the manuscript to the servant and passed it to the singing girl who was playing the piano next to him.

Hundreds of talented men and beautiful women present saw this scene and knew that someone was going to be in the limelight, so they all stopped talking and turned their heads to check.

The brothel singing girl, who was dressed in gorgeous clothes, relied on this to improve her reputation. After receiving the manuscript, she stood up, read it carefully, and then spoke softly:

"The wind has stopped, the dust has smelled, the flowers have withered, and I am tired of combing my hair at night. Things are different, people are different, and everything is over. I want to speak, but tears flow first..."

The delicate voice is gentle, and there is a little sadness, which fully reflects the sadness of "the prosperity has ended, things are different, and people are different". Just a few words can make people imagine the exhaustion and misery of a woman who has experienced the ups and downs of life.

Song Baiqing's eyes lit up, and he sat upright and listened carefully.

The King of Yan did not change his expression, but tapped the table with his hand and nodded slowly.

Not to mention the many talented men and beautiful women present, just the two short lines in the first stanza show the extraordinary skill of "this woman" in her words and sentences. Her artistic conception is even more unmatched.

Many young ladies and wives of officials stared at the singer.

The singer looked serious and continued:

"I heard that Shuangxi is still beautiful in spring, and I also plan to go boating. I'm just afraid that Shuangxi's small boat can't carry so much sorrow."

After the whole poem came out, the scene was quiet for a long time.

Song Baiqing stroked his beard, frowned and nodded slowly, brewing for a long time, but couldn't pick a suitable word to comment.

The word "Shangque" vividly displays the image of a weather-beaten woman, while "Xiaque" describes that after a woman has gone through the storm, life must continue. I heard that the spring scenery over Shuangxi is quite good, maybe you can go there to relax. But a lonely boat may not be able to carry the sorrow and resentment in my heart.

Both the words and techniques are exquisite, and the sad emotion in the words is even more touching. The whole poem is gentle and mournful, which makes people feel like seeing the person and hearing the voice when reading it. It is worthy of being an eternal song.

The celebrities and scholars present felt that they did not have the skills to write it down, so how could they dare to make rash comments?

King Yan Song Yu frowned and thought for a long time, then smiled and looked at the talented man and beautiful lady below:

"I didn't expect that there would be such a strange woman hidden in the Poetry Society. It's really unfair to be unknown."

"yes!"

Qi Xinghan touched his chin, with a bit of sadness in his eyes: "Based on this poem alone, I can ask the Holy One to give this lady a safe and comfortable place to live. My Dayue attaches great importance to poor families, regardless of civil or military status, regardless of gender. How can we let people with such true talents be so full of sorrow and resentment that they don’t even have a place to relax?”

Although Song Baiqing doesn't think that being able to write poems will make him a good parent official, but if he can write poems so well, he must be talented and knowledgeable. At that moment, he nodded slightly:

"That makes sense. Which lady wrote this poem?"

The talented and beautiful women in the hall looked around, obviously looking for the gentle woman in the poem who was "half-aged and full of sorrow".

The singer looked at the signature of the poem, hesitated for a long time, and then said uncertainly:

"Xu Bu Ling...Mrs. Xu?"

(There will be an update soon...)