The rise of the prince

Chapter 81 Chen Jue's Help

On the high platform, Chen Yu is naturally the most qualified to comment. It has nothing to do with the level of power and official rank. No one can match his talent and learning.

The old man took the paper that Gillian handed over and looked at it for a long time, and many scholars waited eagerly. After a long time, he slowly said: "Let's not talk about poetry, but this word is probably more than ten years old. Powerful, full of righteousness, as if they are all in one body.”

Everyone in the audience was stunned for a moment, and then began to discuss in a low voice, because after watching for a long time, giving such an evaluation is really shocking. Isn't this a poem review?

Only Degong seemed to understand something, and looked in the direction of Chen Yu with a glass of wine in surprise.

"Grandpa, this is..." Gillian, who was sitting obediently on the high platform, didn't understand why Mrs. Chen said this abruptly. She wanted to marry a son, but it was her duty as the head of the family. Reluctant to stay on stage.

"Heh, Yue Weng is helping that kid. I don't know what kind of shit luck he has had to let Yue Weng speak for him." De Gong took a sip of Meiyuan wine contentedly. Unexpectedly wonderful, it would be difficult for the kid to hide his clumsiness, but he didn't know how he would deal with it in the future, if it was an ordinary person, he might not be able to deal with it.

"Help the prince?" Gillian still didn't understand the reason.

"Do you believe he wrote this poem?" De Gong asked in a low voice.

"That's natural. If you want to do something well, you will be able to do it well. The same goes for writing poems and lyrics." Gillian said confidently.

Degong shook his head helplessly, that kid among his granddaughters is quite poisonous, how long has it been since: "Oh, you have seen him and know him, so you believe he can, but how many people in this plum garden have seen him, how many People know? If you think about how you missed him before you saw him, would you still believe it?" Degong asked.

"Then... that can't be slanderously, this is what a gentleman does." Gillian was anxious.

"There is no one in the world who is a gentleman, so how can we expect everyone to be a gentleman." Degong stroked his beard and smiled, "Those who speculate and suspect in my heart, I think there are half of them in the plum garden. After all, this poem can be counted. A famous poem through the ages! Such a poem serves as a backdrop, and the rumors about that kid mostly say that he has always been ignorant of writing, perverse and domineering, no matter how you think, it is impossible to write such a poem. It is normal for everyone to have some worries. Weng (Chen Yu) cleared up all doubts with one sentence.

Poetry can be bought and copied, but calligraphy can’t be bought or copied. His calligraphy has been written for more than ten years. How could he be someone who has never studied Chinese? The old man has known him for more than two months, and I don't know that he can write well. "

After hearing this, A-Jiao was delighted, and looked at Mrs. Chen Yu twice more, her eyes were full of gratitude, the son had hurt the elder, but today the elder has justly and selflessly protected the elder son, such benevolence is admirable.

At this time, the old man’s poetry review officially started. After what he said just now, most of the scholars in the audience slowly understood after careful consideration. Li Xingzhou is probably really talented. There are not no such people who are afraid of the eyes of the world.

Thinking about it this way, people somewhat understand why Wang Lianshan was promised to him, and Li Xingzhou also revealed his talents for the first time and wrote poems for Miss Wang. Isn't this just the story of a gifted scholar and a beautiful lady that people like to talk about.

Just at this time, Chen Yu leaned slightly on the high platform, stroked his beard with one hand, and commented loudly with the other hand: "From the poem to the end couplet, Mei has changed from the subject to the guest, and has become the object of reward. Concealed and explicit express one's mind, chanting objects and lyrical harmony. The beauty of the artistic conception of this poem does not need to be said, you will know it after chewing carefully.

The old man put aside appearances today, and only said that the charm of the poem is just like a lonely, elegant, dust-free, beautiful and pleasant girl, which is not suitable for the prince, but this poem was made by the prince for Miss Wang, but it is reasonable to think of it this way , Three points into the tree, it is really wonderful, thanks to Ming Degong having such a granddaughter, there is a world-shaking son. "

The old man spoke half-jokingly, which immediately attracted a lot of laughter from the scholars, but Gillian on the stage blushed.

"Oh, lustful man, you have really tried your best to please Sister Gillian!" He Qian kicked Li Ye in the audience, but Li Yu came over with a YD smile on his face: "Brother Xing, so you still have this Such skills, if you had mentioned that Shiyu girl earlier, Miss Linghuai's body would have been broken long ago!"

Then Li Ye got another kick. "It's not what I said, why did you kick me..."

"It's up to you, whoever this girl likes to kick, hum!"

Li Ye could only smile, as the flames and figures kept passing by in front of his eyes, the hustle and bustle gradually faded away, and his thoughts had already drifted to a place far away where there was no trace of light.

After today's incident, he is afraid that it will be difficult for him to be at ease again. Many things need to be prepared early. He understands the chain effect, and also understands human nature. As long as one step is taken, there is no way to be alone in the world, and there is no way to be alone. Consolidation of interests.

In just a few hours before and after the poetry meeting, the changes were visible to the naked eye, that is, people became respectful and looked at him with other things in their eyes.

After that, he went to the stage together with Xie Linjiang and Yan Junru to receive the ardent instruction from several big figures, and many scholars looked forward to admiring them. Neither Xie Linjiang nor Yan Junru had ever seen this kind of battle. Facing so many rare big figures, they couldn't help being nervous and flustered. It doesn't matter to Li Ye, after all, he was also in a high position.

Except for He Zhao with a dark face, the others greeted him with smiles.Li Ye recalled in a daze, how did he offend He Zhao?
"How about Xingzhou's poem?" The queen carefully looked at the manuscript paper in her hand proudly.

"Fair." The emperor looked ahead and only spit out two words.

The queen shook her head: "Can't you say two more words? What a good poem, even Chen Yu is full of praise. Look at this word, this child must have practiced it long ago, but he never showed it. I didn't think about it today. Seeing Lian Shan made him reveal himself, he really likes Lian Shan."

"Poetry is not a great way." The emperor said indifferently.

"But it can last forever, can't it?" The queen still liked it very much.

"It's better than doing nothing." The emperor nodded expressionlessly, and then said, "You worked so hard to leave the palace once, just to see him, why don't you go see him now?"

The queen shook her head: "Look at that child, this is the right time." Following her gaze, Li Ye, who had just stepped off the stage, was walking towards He Qian who was alone in the corner, without stopping all the way.

"He Zhao's beloved daughter." The emperor frowned, as if thinking about something, then shook his head slightly: "So what if there are multiple He Zhaos, oh, it's the destiny."

(End of this chapter)