Hongwu Daming: Why hasn't my son rebelled?

Chapter 20 A Poem Presented by Liao King Zhu Qi——"One Cut Plum"

The bidding outside is still going on, and occasionally a scholar makes a move, and the poems are spread and sung, attracting shouts.

Since Zhu Qi didn't intend to join in the fun, he followed Zhu Di to drink and have fun in the house. After hearing that the price had soared to 1200 taels, he also sighed in his heart. This may not be the highest record in the [-]th century.

Zhu Di had already drunk seven to eight times, and now he was in the arms of the two girls, with brain pads for a while, and facial cleanser for a while, so happy.

Zhu Qi was naturally very calm here, so he hugged the three girls, and there were two lying behind him. The scene was as if Zhu Qi had grown on the girls.

However, he drank a little too much, Zhu Qi wanted to go to the bathroom, so he pulled out from the group of girls reluctantly, then opened the door and walked towards the latrine.The outside of the house was still very lively, a group of people shouted that their faces were red, that the oiran had left early, it was a pity that they didn't see their faces.

Zhu Qi just walked through the corridor, but suddenly saw a figure walking straight towards him, he didn't pay attention at first, but when the man came to him, he grabbed his arm and took out a small token , whispered again.

"Your Highness, His Majesty is watching, you should hurry up and compose a poem to overwhelm the crowd, otherwise you may not be able to pass this test."

Zhu Qijiu woke up.

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Xu Miaoyun was sitting in the room next to Zhu Qi, waiting patiently for Liao King Zhu Qi's new poem, and this was the main purpose of her coming here.

But after waiting for a long time, I still didn't hear Zhu Qi's poems coming out. After all, from just now until now, when singing poems, they have reported the room number and the name of the person, which is also an opportunity for scholars to show their faces and become famous in front of people.

Xu Miaoyun was drinking tea one after another, while Xu Zengshou beside him became more and more desperate. He was still worried about whether His Highness Liao Wang would make a move, but found that His Highness Liao Wang didn't need to make a move at all. The offer has made him hopeless.

Now the price is already 1500 taels of silver! 1500 taels let alone buying one oiran to share the same bed, even ten would be enough!

Anyway, Xu Zengshou really couldn't afford it anymore. The more he thought about it, the more sad he became. He paid 100 taels for nothing. After finishing the drink, he stood up and said to Xu Miaoyun:
"Let's go, girl, there's nothing to see, brother, I really ran empty-handed this time."

Xu Miaoyun rolled her eyes and said:
"Didn't you take two of my poems?"

Xu Zengshou was unhappy, and when he heard this, he said sadly:
"King Liao is on the sidelines, how dare I fight with the axe."

Xu Miaoyun was unhappy when she heard this, and said:

"Why, is my poetry worse than His Royal Highness Liao Wang?"

Before Xu Zengshou replied, there was a sudden commotion outside, and someone vaguely heard talking:

"The wit made a move last time!"

"Which genius was it last time?"

"The one who wrote "Song of Drinking Wine under Flowers"!"

"Really?"

"Isn't it? The last time I made "Song of Drinking Wine under Flowers", Xiaoxiang Pavilion and other brothels were singing it. It seems that the poems I made this time must be good!"

Xu Zengshou never expected that His Highness would actually compose poetry again, but it was so noisy outside that even the singing voice was suppressed. Write it down with a big brush.

Xu Miaoyun stood up almost abruptly, pushed open the door and walked out, grabbed the railing and looked down, and saw a large piece of paper placed on the place where the six long tables were set up, the scholar's pen was like a snake, After a while, I wrote the first half of the poem.

""One Cut Plum"

The rain hits the pear blossoms and closes the door deeply, disappointing youth, vain youth.Who is to say about pleasure?The soul is ecstasy under the flowers, and the soul is ecstasy under the moon. "

The first half of "Yijianmei" has just been written, and the crowd, which was still noisy because of the presence of the prince, gradually quieted down. Hold your breath, look at the scholar in the hall, splashing ink there.

Although all the people present came to entertainment places to have fun, they were just like the Tang and Song Dynasties. In the literary world at this time in the early Ming Dynasty, it was common for brothels to fight poetry. Such a grand event, many of them actually have a profound literary heritage. .

As soon as I saw this half of the poem, with a few sentences, it seemed that a house appeared in front of my eyes. In that house, there were four seasons of spring, summer, autumn and winter.

A discerning person saw it at a glance and said:
"This is for boudoir grievances!"

Since the flourishing of poetry in Tang and Song Dynasties, the works of "boudoir resentment" have been overwhelmingly written by poets of all dynasties. The more common themes are, the harder it is to create new ideas. At this time, there are not many good sentences left for the poet.

But as far as the first half of the article is concerned, it is already a masterpiece.

The old scholar who wrote it also seemed to think that the poems were good, and after pausing to appreciate them, he continued to write under the urging of others.

"Sorrow gathers eyebrows and frowns all day long, thousands of crying marks, ten thousand points of crying marks. Watching the sky at dawn and watching the clouds at dusk, thinking about you when you walk, and thinking about you when you sit."

When the last word is written, in the eyes of everyone, it seems to vaguely see a woman living alone. During the four seasons, she often frowns and cries, looks at the sky, looks at the clouds, sometimes gets up and walks, and sometimes sits with a sigh. Across time and space, one can feel the burning infatuation in the heart of the Youwan woman.

"I think about you when I walk, and I think about you when I sit..."

Xu Miaoyun looked at the poem, chanted it over and over again, and finally let out a sigh of relief: "It's really a good word."

Standing by the side, Xu Zengshou looked at his sister's infatuated appearance, couldn't help but reached out and patted her arm, and asked, "Is it really so good?"

Xu Miaoyun was unhappy, and said angrily: "It's not just good, even if this poem is released in Tang and Song Dynasties, it will not lose."

Xu Zengshou curled his lips. He ran around in the small fields, grew up with mud legs, and hadn't read a few days of books. Naturally, he didn't understand these things, but seeing the excited looks of those scholars and the attitude of his own sister, I thought about it. This poem is no worse than the previous "Song of Drinking Wine under Flowers".

Some scholars even took out their brushes and started copying them on their sleeves, probably because they were worried that they would forget. I am so happy that I wrote an incredible poem, I can't wait to send ten more girls to serve the two nobles in that house.

The singer was about to step off the stage, but suddenly saw someone waving to him, the singer turned pale, but still nodded, cleared his throat, and shouted in a loud voice:

"This poem is Yinwufang, Liao King Zhu Qi presented the poet Xuan'er, the title of the poem is: Yijianmei!"

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(The current follow-up is not bad, I hope everyone will continue to maintain it, and ask for tickets by the way! The problem of recommendation next week is not very big~)

(End of this chapter)