The Reborn Lao Tzu Is the Emperor

Chapter 1353 An Idiot
Except for Zhao Dongting and Ashima, everyone is no stranger to such occasions, so they nodded in agreement.Then either look up at the bright moon, or hold a cup to drink, or pick up a brush and bite the tip of the pen, and meditate.

Zhao Dongting was a little disappointed with such an opening statement, but he was also curious.In the subsequent "speak freely", what will these students say?
Now the imperial court is far from what it was before, and the common people have the right to free public opinion.Perhaps these scholars drink some wine, are more courageous, and can also make some remarks on state affairs.

As a king, you should still listen to the voices of the people below!
Zhao Dongting has actually encountered some bottlenecks in governing the country now, and he also wonders whether these scholars can have any new insights, even if it is to give himself new inspiration.

"Young master, don't you write?"

Beside, Ashima turned her head to ask Zhao Dongting.

Zhao Dongting also turned his head to look at her, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, it's just poetry and prose, just come at your fingertips. What about you?"

Ashima blushed a little, "I'm thinking about it."

As the prince of Boni, although she has been interested in the culture of the Song Dynasty since she was a child, asking her to write poems probably made it difficult for her.

Zhao Dongting has been mixed up to this point, his eyes are naturally very vicious.Seeing Ashima like this, it is estimated that with her head, she must not be able to make any poems, unless she uses...

"Cough cough."

Zhao Dongting's eyes inadvertently glanced at Ashima's chest, which was specially wrapped in cloth, and the messy thoughts were thrown out of his head.

It seems that I can't continue to stay with this goblin any longer...

Zhao Dongting felt that he wanted to see Ashima's daughter pretend more and more.

Ashima seemed to have sensed something, turned back to look at him rather strangely, then lowered her head and continued to meditate, "The moon is bright, Tangtang... the white light fills... the window?"

Just muttering to himself, Zhao Dongting suddenly saw Zhao Dongting read in a low voice: "The frost is flying, the moon is falling, and the pheasants are crowing, and the fog locks the long forest and the water hits the embankment. The people on Jia'an have not yet risen, and the lonely boat has passed the west of the Wenhe River."

Ashima turned her head to look at him again.

Zhao Dongting continued: "Just write this poem, it's just a matter of coping."

Ashima blushed even more, "But you wrote this poem."

Zhao Dongting said: "Give it to you, it's yours."

Of course he doesn't blush.

Ashima said again: "Then what about yourself?"

Zhao Dongting said: "I will be the first again."

Then he didn't pick up his pen, just looked left and right, and looked at the rest of the students.

Ashima blushed slightly, and slowly wrote down the poem that Zhao Dongting had just read on the paper, "What are the last two sentences..."

……

In the past quarter of an hour, Ashima's poem had already been written.It's just that it bends and twists by itself, it's really no different from an earthworm crawling.

Looking at Zhao Dongting again, I found that Zhao Dongting's desk was still a blank sheet of paper, "Or... you should use this poem yourself?"

Zhao Dongting just shook his head and didn't speak.

Wen Qingshu stood up again, glanced at the crowd, seemed to froze slightly on the faces of Zhao Dongting and Ashima, and then asked, "How are you doing?"

The students present nodded their heads confidently for a long time, obviously quite proud, but deliberately pretending to be cautious.

Composing poetry is very particular, and it is almost impossible to write a good poem in a quarter of an hour.As long as they are all veterans of the poetry club, they have already prepared for it.

In the past, when the imperial examinations had not been reformed, it was more common to recite poems and write poems. At that time, there were not a few people who spent money to buy poems before the poetry meeting.Especially those dandies who don't have much ink in their hearts but like to show off are more fond of this way.Even holding poetry gatherings in brothels is commonplace, and those who are outstanding in poetry can be accompanied by oirans, etc. Many people spend a lot of money to buy poems.That is to say, after Zhao Dongting reformed the imperial examinations, poetry was no longer valued as before, and such things were gradually underestimated.

Ashima looked at the blank paper in front of Zhao Dongting, and seemed a little anxious, "You can't make it?"

Zhao Dongting shook his head, "Let's see what they wrote first!"

As soon as the words fell, Wen Qingshu said: "In that case, let's recite our respective poems, please read and consider together, how about it?"

The sentient beings nodded politely with smiles on their faces.

As the host, Wen Qingshu is also a talented woman with great poetic talent, so she naturally does her part.

The poem she just wrote was clearly engraved in her mind, and she read her poem without looking down at the paper.

It's about night scenes.

It's just that the night is bright and clear, but what she writes seems to be filled with cold wind and thunder.This made many people depress to look at her.

Then the gifted scholar on the lower left of her also read out the poem she had written.

Go to the bottom right again.

Zhao Dongting and Ashima sat at the bottom seat on the right, but the opposite side of Zhao Dongting was empty.When it was Ashima's turn, she was a little confused.

Because only Zhao Dongting was left after her, and Zhao Dongting was still empty on paper at this time.

She obviously didn't want Zhao Dongting to lose face here.After all, Zhao Dongting is the emperor, if his identity is accidentally revealed, this matter may cause discussion.

Furthermore, her poems were written by Zhao Dongting.She seemed to have a feeling that she was the one who brought Zhao Dongting down to this point.

Therefore, when it was her turn, she hesitated and didn't get up, but just looked at Zhao Dongting.

Zhao Dongting turned his head to look at her, nodded with a smile, "Read it!"

Ashima looked deeply at Zhao Dongting, saw his firm eyes, so she got up and read the poem Zhao Dongting gave her.

Her face is enough to attract attention.And when this poem was read out, many people present were even more astonished.

Some female students even had radiance in their eyes, even Wen Qingshu was no exception.

Such a handsome young master with such an outstanding poetic talent, I have never seen him in the imperial city before, and I don't know where he came from...

Zhao Dongting actually doesn't remember who this poem came from, but it is by no means ordinary if it can be passed down to future generations.Not to mention anything else, it must be more than enough to suppress these births.

After all, it is impossible to have people like Xin Qiji and Li Qingzhao in these births.

When Ashima sat down with a blushing face, Wen Qingshu took the lead in applauding and said, "I didn't expect the two sons to be so talented in poetry. Qingshu admires them."

After finishing speaking, his eyes shifted from Ashima's face to Zhao Dongting's with some reluctance, "Mr. Zhao, please."

Zhao Dongting patted his clothes, got up slowly, looked around the crowd, with a slight disdainful smile on his face, and read: "A business woman doesn't know the hatred of subjugation, she still sings flowers in the backyard across the river!"

After that, he sat down.

Everyone was stunned, even Wen Qingshu was like this.

All the people here are scholars, even if they no longer pay attention to poetry, but this song "Po Qinhuai" by Du Mu is familiar to everyone's ears and by heart.

"Ah!"

Some people were probably dissatisfied with Wen Qingshu's praise of Zhao Dongting, looked at Zhao Dongting with contempt, and sneered, "Mr. Zhao, what do you mean?"

Zhao Dongting looked indifferent, "This is Zhao's poem, please appreciate it."

His face was calm, but his heart was like a stormy sea.

This is the scholar?

This is the scholar produced after his new imperial examination system?

Could it be... is Da Song too prosperous now?

He didn't expect that the poems written by these Jusheng were all about admiring the flowers and the moon, and admiring the night and the wind.Occasionally there are those who secretly praise the court.

But there is not even a word about the frontier wars, or the achievements of the great army in the past.

But in the past ten years, how many days has Da Song been truly stable?

He couldn't help wondering whether it was correct to place the heavy responsibility of protecting the country on the imperial army, so as not to make the people feel the slightest sense of crisis.

If scholars after the Song Dynasty would only talk about love and romance like this, but without the slightest sense of crisis of the collapse of the mountains and rivers, even if his imperial army destroyed the Yuan Dynasty, how long would the Great Song Dynasty be prosperous?

All the sentient beings quieted down again, staring at Zhao Dongting with different expressions.

Someone got up angrily and said, "This poem was written by Du Mu in the Tang Dynasty. What does it have to do with you?"

Then he looked at Wen Qingshu, "Such a shameless person, Miss Wen also invited him to the meeting?"

After all, he cupped his hands, "Chang is ashamed to be with such a mediocre person!"

Then we have to go outside.

After that, several people stood up one after another.

Only Wen Qingshu looked deeply at Zhao Dongting.There seemed to be light shining in the eyes.

(End of this chapter)