If I let you stay in Lingnan, how could you become the crown prince of the Tang Dynasty?

Chapter 55: Fame of Poems in Chang'an

In a restaurant in Chang'an.

A few thin scholars in long gowns were sitting at the wine table, chatting with friends over literature.

"Brother Sun, the line you wrote the other day in Ruyi Tower, 'When the young master comes, the beautiful lady smiles, and the red apricots on the branches are full of spring' is really amazing!"

"That's right, this one line of poetry is more likely to win the heart of the courtesan in Ruyi Tower than thousands of taels of silver from others!"

"Don't you see that the courtesan Li Siniang in Ruyi Tower's eyes lit up when she saw this poem? She immediately wanted to invite Brother Sun to stay overnight!"

"Brother Sun is so talented that he can write poems for her. How can she not be happy?"

Several scholars surrounded the thin scholar in the middle and kept complimenting him, and the scholar named Sun couldn't help but look proud.

But he pretended to be humble and said:
"It's just two lines of crooked poetry, not worth showing off!"

"Sun was just feeling happy at the time, so he wrote a few words to please Li Siniang, but she didn't even want the money for the wrapping. Haha!"

The others laughed and said:

"Not only does she not want the money, if Brother Sun really recites a poem for her, she will probably even pay him back!"

"That's right, Brother Sun, this poem is so touching, it really makes her famous! I think Li Siniang should give Brother Sun some money!"

Hearing this, the scholar named Sun couldn't help but feel proud!

At this moment, a young man walked into the restaurant holding a stack of papers and shouted:

"The latest Chang'an Morning Post is here. The three quatrains written by His Majesty are all on it. If you want to read it, it only costs five cents!"

When the group of scholars heard this, they immediately became excited.

Three quatrains written by His Majesty the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty?
That’s definitely something to watch!

"Give me one!"

"I want one too!"

"It's only five cents. Give me two!"

Soon, several scholars each held a copy of the latest Chang'an Morning Post in their hands.

The poems and essays published on the newspaper were indeed carved by craftsmen according to Li Shimin's handwriting.

After taking a look, several scholars took a deep breath:
"Walking down and out with wine, the slender waist of Chu is light in the palm! What a good poem!"

"A ten-year dream in Yangzhou... is so deep and gloomy!"

"He has earned a reputation as a fickle person in the brothel! Great sentence, absolutely amazing!"

"This... is this poem really written by Your Majesty?"

"It's signed below. It's... Li An!"

"Who is Li An?"

"You don't know yet, Li An is the sixth prince of our Majesty!"

"So it was written by the Sixth Prince. He should be only seventeen years old now, but he is so talented!"

"The flower boards are wet with red apricot rain, and the colorful ropes are hung diagonally on the green willow smoke. The joy of the boudoir is written so touchingly!"

"I'm sitting on the swing in thin spring clothes, and I turn to the sky to fly a kite! This sentence seems to have suddenly risen to a higher level, instantly making people fascinated!"

"Absolutely amazing!"

"There's more to come. This one is truly amazing!"

"besides……"

"Listen, I look at my sword under the lamp while drunk, and dream of blowing the horn in the camp..."

"hiss……"

The scholars who heard this couldn't help but gasp.

In an instant, a cold and murderous aura from the battlefield and a heroic spirit shocked them all, making their hair stand on end.

"One word: absolutely!"

……

“It’s really wonderful!”

Changsun Wuji sat in the carriage, holding the latest Chang'an Morning Post, shaking his head and sighing.

"Eight hundred miles of roast meat is distributed to the subordinates, fifty strings play the music from beyond the Great Wall, and the soldiers are inspected on the battlefield in autumn!"

"It takes experience in battle to write such a soul-stirring poem!"

"The Ninth Prince was completely outshined by him..."

He looked at the Chang'an Morning Post in his hand, his heart filled with surprise, shock, unwillingness and anger.

He knew that Li Zhi could not compare with Li An in all his performances. Therefore, he wanted to tear up the Chang'an Morning Post.

but……

Looking at the poem above, he felt a little reluctant.

"Such a good poem was actually written by him!"

"Oh God, why are you so partial!"

……

In the Ten Kings' House, Li Zhi was holding the Chang'an Morning Post, his face as pale as paper.

"Walking down and out with wine, the slender waist of Chu is light in the palm of my hand. After ten years of dreaming about Yangzhou, I have earned the reputation of being fickle in the brothel..."

“He actually wrote down the whole poem!”

"The flower boards are wet with red apricot rain, colorful ropes are slanted on green willow smoke, the spring clothes are thin on the swing, turn to the blue sky to release the kite!"

"How did he come up with this poem that is so vivid?"

"And this drunken look at the sword by lamplight, dreaming of blowing the horn in the camp..."

"Li An, Li An, what kind of monster are you? How could you write such a poem?"

"Oh my God, are you so partial too?"

……

Inside Ganye Temple.

Wu Zhao was holding a copy of the Chang'an Morning Post, her fingers trembling slightly.

It turns out that the whole poem looks like this.

When I heard him recite the poem that day, I was just amazed.

But I didn’t expect the whole poem to be more touching!

This poem...

Enough to be passed down through the ages!
Such a good poem was actually written by him!
It seems that I am shallow!
Anyone who can write such a good poem must be extremely talented and brilliant!

but……

I actually kicked him out!

The flower boards are wet with red apricot rain, colorful ropes are slanted on the green willow smoke, a thin spring shirt is placed on the swing, and the kite is released towards the blue sky!
This is clearly a description of the joy of a woman in the boudoir.

Moreover, it is written so vividly and movingly!

But I called him frivolous that day...

If he had recited the entire poem like this, perhaps the scene would have been different!
Maybe I wouldn't treat him like that!

And this one…

The horse is as fast as Lu, and the bow is as loud as thunder. Complete the king's affairs and win a good reputation in life and after death! Live up to the youth!

How could a man who could write such poems be inferior to others!
Thinking of this, Wu Zhao couldn't help but frown, and a hint of melancholy appeared in her beautiful eyes.

I heard that the Ninth Prince has been put under house arrest by His Majesty!
Of these two princes, one was confined to his house, while the other had his poem published in the newspaper by His Majesty.

This shows which of the two princes is more important to His Majesty!

It seems that we really can't rely on the Ninth Prince!

Thinking of this, Wu Zhao couldn't help but look in the direction of Hua'e Xianghui Tower.

He said that if she didn't want to be accompanied by only the green lamp and the ancient Buddha from now on, she could go to Hua'e Xianghui Tower to find him.

Is it really possible?
It seems that I should have made plans earlier.

Otherwise, I'm afraid I'll have to stay in Ganye Temple for the rest of my life, accompanied by the ancient Buddha and the green lamp...

Thinking of this, Wu Zhao lowered her head, frowned, and thought hard for a while, and suddenly she had an idea.

She then called the maid to bring the writing brush, ink, paper and inkstone, spread the rice paper on the table, picked up the pen and wrote a poem:

"Thank you Sixth Prince for your poem:"

"Tomorrow I will visit Shangyuan Garden and herald the arrival of spring!"

"The flowers must bloom overnight, don't wait for the morning breeze to blow!"

After writing, she held the poem in her hand and waited for the ink to dry, then put it in an envelope, sprinkled the envelope with her usual rouge, and handed it to the maid.

"Go to Hua'e Xianghui Tower and give this poem to the Sixth Prince. Say it's my poem to thank him!"

(End of this chapter)