Prime Minister

Chapter 143 Poems

The moon is rising, and it looks like a round fan without a handle from a distance.

Fan and several maids walked forward with lanterns.Under the night wind, fragrances float around the path, and shadows of flowers sway.Fan Shi came to Shi Qi Niang's boudoir, and signaled to the maidservants serving on the left and right to keep silent.She walked into the boudoir, but saw Seventeen Niang sitting on the bed, letting her skirts hang down, and staring at the moonlight.

Fan shook his head, and then entered with a smile on his face.

"Sister-in-law!" Seventeen saw Fan and sat up.

Fan said with a smile: "I know you don't have any food, so come and see, are you feeling unwell?"

Shi Qi shook his head and said, "It's nothing, I'm just a little tired."

Fan looked at the seventeen faces first, but saw that she had touched a lotus flower on the center of her forehead with red cream today, so she couldn't help smiling and asked: "You have never put on pearl makeup before, why are you interested in it today?"

Seventeen Niang asked with some embarrassment: "Then sister-in-law, what do you think?"

Fan said with a smile: "Then let me think about it. There is a poem in which the emperor of the Han Dynasty was full of love and love for the country, and Yuyu couldn't ask for it for many years. The Yang family had a young girl who grew up and was raised in a boudoir. She was born beautiful and hard to give up. On the king's side. Looking back at Bai Meisheng with a smile, Liugong Fendai is colorless."

Shi Qi smiled and said: "Sister-in-law, don't say that, I don't want to marry into the royal family."

"Then who do you want to marry?"

Seventeen Niang thought for a while and said, "I am very envious of the eldest lady. When I was a girl, I traveled the world with my grandfather, went to Jiangzhou, Qizhou and other places, and later even made up my own mind about the marriage. Now marrying After [-] years in our Wu family, everything went smoothly."

Fan's face was stern and said: "Seventeen, don't talk nonsense, from ancient times to the present, there is no reason to make up your own mind about your children's marriage."

Seventeen Niang said: "I also know that the eldest lady was the cusp of my grandfather's heart back then. As for the other girls, even the daughters of the emperor's family can't be like this."

Fan said: "Yes, how Princess Fukang is loved by the officials today, but marrying into the son-in-law's family is not her own decision."

Fan peeked at Shi Qiniang's face and asked, "Shi Qi, do you have a sweetheart?"

Seventeen Niang smiled when she heard Fan's words.

Fan said: "Seventeen, what are you laughing at?"

Seventeen Niang laughed and said, "I thought of a joke about Kou Xianggong (Kou Zhun)."

"What joke?"

"Kou Xianggong and his colleagues said in opposition that the sun on the bottom of the water is the sun in the sky. No one can tell. It happened that Yang Danian (Yang Yi) played something, and Yang Yi said it without thinking. The person in his eyes is the person in front of him. Later generations changed it. People are sweethearts, I secretly think it is more work."

Fan shook his head and said, "How do you say that?"

Seventeen Niang said seriously: "Sister-in-law, you still remember that Yang family we met in Pucheng, he is Yang Danian's grandniece. You blamed me for not criticizing her."

Fan smiled and said, "What's wrong? Do you regret it?"

Seventeen Niang said: "I really didn't think well at the beginning, but now my sister-in-law can invite her to the house on my behalf, so that I can make up for her."

Fan was surprised and said, "When have you ever compensated others? Could it be..."

Seventeen Niang laughed and said: "Sister-in-law, don't make a fuss. Now that Daddy's official career is not easy, and her son has won a mansion, he seems narrow-minded. I should always think about it for my family."

Fan said with a smile: "Listen to what you said, I learned a truth from my mother."

"Why?"

"That is to say, in our women's life, there is nothing we love more than our children, nothing we love ourselves more than our parents, and the most important thing is nothing more than our husband."

Both of them laughed.

The two of them looked at the bright moon, but they saw that the full moon was rising, and it was only shining on the tower, and even the lights on the tower were dimmed for a while.

Nowadays, at the banquet in the balcony, there are naturally some people who are quick in writing, and they are already writing with a pen.

Immediately, the poems one by one were presented and Wu Anshi read them out in front of everyone.

Everyone here is talented in Bianjing, and their poems are not bad.Everyone in the audience listened and commented a lot.

But Wu Anshi picked up a poem and asked Zhang Heng: "Brother Ziping, how about this poem?"

Zhang Heng read the poems with a smile and said, "I often tell people that learning poetry should be a good student, so there are rules and regulations. If you can't learn Du poetry by then, it will still be a job."

"However, this poem is learned from Tao Yuanming. As we all know, Yuanming is not a poem, but there is something wonderful in the heart of the book! If there is no Tao Yuanming's wonderfulness, learning his poems, this is a simple Tianjia language! It will not be as good as Bai Letian (Bai Juyi)."

Zhang Yue was shocked when he heard that, Zhang Heng really dared to speak, and Bai Juyi dared to criticize his poems.

Then everyone who was listening was echoing.As expected of the number one scholar, his vision is amazing.

"This statement is wrong!"

Zhang Yue thought in his heart that someone finally dared to object, and when he saw that it was Zhang Dun who objected, he suddenly felt that it was not a good word.

Sure enough, Zhang Dun said: "People in the Tang Dynasty didn't study Du's poems, and Bachelor Ouyang was not good at Du's poems. But without Du's poems, Tang people and Bachelor Ouyang couldn't write good poems? I think old Du's poems can't be discussed or admired. Gou If you get something, you have to remember it, that’s fine.”

Zhang Yue couldn't help admiring that even Du Fu dared to demote him.

Seeing Zhang Dun's objection, Zhang Heng listened with a smile, and did not immediately refute.

Zhang Dun said again: "As for Yuanming's poems, I think their quality is thick and ancient, and the more they read, the more exquisite they become. Wei Suzhou, a Tang Dynasty man, and Liu Zihou studied Tao poetry, and they can see freely. How is it not worthy of praise?"

Wang Guan said approvingly: "What Zihou said is very true. I think Liu Zihou's poems are below Tao's, but they are above Wei's poems."

All the talented scholars talked about Du Fu and Bai Juyi with a smile, but Zhang Dun said again: "Yu said that Meng Haoran's poems are nothing more than this. Their rhymes are high but their talents are short. They are like skilled craftsmen, but they suffer from the lack of materials in their hands."

Zhang Yue didn't know what to say, his second brother's tone was really crazy.

At this moment, the moonlight is sprinkled on the side of the railing, Zhang Yue is pacing here, seemingly trying to figure out the poems, but in fact he is digesting food.It seems to be digesting food, but it is trying to figure out the poems.

The maidservant at the side followed Zhang Yue, seeming to be amused but not daring to laugh.

Zhang Yue smiled at her and said, "But I can't write, what should I do?"

The maid smiled and said: "Looking at the appearance of the gentleman, he is not a person who is greedy for these three cups of wine."

Zhang Yue said: "Yes."

Seeing Zhang Yue chatting and laughing with a maidservant, Zhang Heng immediately shook his head, how decent it is to chat with a little maidservant on such an occasion.

When Zhang Yue returned to the table, the maid hurriedly spread the paper for him.

The person at the next table smiled and said: "There is only Sanlang left, so don't you want to punish him with three cups of wine?"

Everyone at the left and right tables looked at each other, Zhang Yue said with a smile: "You are the youngest, and the talent is the least. Suddenly there is this opportunity to be the last seat, and I don't forget my identity at all times, so I dare not take the lead."

Everyone laughed secretly when they heard this. Since you said so, what are you still doing here?
Everyone said on their faces: "Then Saburo is too modest, do you have poems in your chest?"

Zhang Yuexin said that you are sitting next to me, and your status is not that high, but he said with a smile: "I just got it by chance, let's use Yongyue to cherish my heart!"

But when I saw the chapter, I picked up a pen and ink to write on the paper.

The maid was pressing the paper for Zhang Yue, while watching the other party write on the paper one by one.

This maid is also proficient in literary and ink, and everyone's expression hasn't changed as Zhang Yue writes.After the chapter was written, the ink was dried and handed to the maid.

After the maid took up the paper, she slightly bowed to Zhang Yue, and said, "Your handwriting is really good."

Speaking of which, the maid handed Zhang Yue to Wu Anshi.Wu Anshi was discussing poetry with Zhang Heng, Zhang Dun, Huang Guan and others, but no one noticed the number of people at the table.

"Among all the poems written today, everyone agrees that Tui Zihou's poem is the best, but I only like the poem of Daoist brother!" Wu Anshi said with a smile.

Officials and other dignitaries, others dare not compare their poems with scholars.But when it comes to scholars, they can be divided into superior and inferior.

And Wu Anshi really admired Liu Ji's talent.

Seeing that everyone recommended Zhang Dun, Liu Ji was the only one who praised herself, and said flatly, "I dare not do it."

Wu Anshi didn't realize that someone hadn't finished writing until the maid took the paper.

Wu Anshi knew well that some poems should be completed in one go, and some should be edited while writing, and the more you write, the better it will be.For example, Ouyang Xiu said that he is a writer, sees a lot, proves a lot, and discusses a lot.

Wu Anshi didn't dare to underestimate it either. After reading this poem, she whispered a few thoughtful lines and handed it to Wu Anchi.

Wu Anchi looked at it, looked embarrassed, and handed it to Zhang Heng.

Zhang Heng glanced at it a few times, then smiled to the left and right: "When I read this poem, I think of half of Yizu's poem."

Everyone laughed, there was a joke that everyone knew at the time.Zhao Kuangyin met Xu Xianshi, the envoy of the Southern Tang Dynasty, in the hall one day.Xu Xuan said that the Autumn Moon Poem written by the Lord of the Kingdom is unparalleled in the world.

Zhao Kuangyin laughed after listening to this Qiuyue poem: "This is a poor scholar's poem. I will let you listen to what an emperor's poem is."

So Zhao Kuangyin opened his mouth and said, "I haven't left the sea, thousands of mountains and ink, and I have only arrived at Zhongtian Wanguoming". poetry.

This is of course a joke, and the story is known to be false as soon as you hear it.

However, there is only half of this domineering moon-chanting poem, and no one has written the second half so far.

Everyone thought, what kind of poem can make Zhang Heng think that this half of the poem about chanting the moon is?If there is a slight deficiency, the painted tiger is no longer an anti-dog.

It is even worse than becoming Bai Juyi instead of learning Tao Yuanming.

But Zhang Heng said: "When every three or five, there will be a reunion, full of sunshine to protect the jade fence. Only one round in the sky will be held out, and all people in the world will look up."

At the beginning, everyone listened carefully and couldn't help thinking, but so, there is nothing worthy of praise.

But everyone looked at the scene of the moonlight sprinkled on the railings, and thought that this poem was very suitable for the scene.

However, after listening to the second half of the sentence, something was different. Everyone looked up at the bright moon that had risen to the mid-heaven outside Xuan, and immediately understood the meaning of the poem.

Zhang Yue drank all the lamb wine.

The scholars on the left and right looked at Zhang Yue and couldn't help but wonder, who are you cheating on?

What a big breath!

The verse spread to all hands,

Wu Anshi, Wu Anchi still can't feel the first product, but looking at Zhang Yue at this moment, he is a little surprised, but it's hard to judge.

After Wu Anshi thought for a while, he handed the paper to Zhang Dun and asked, "Brother Zihou, what do you think of this poem?"

Ps: But I feel a little wronged that this poem was sent to Brother Cun by Mr. Cao.

(End of this chapter)