Dingguo

Chapter 477, Qionglin Banquet 6

Seeing that he won the favor of his father, Zhao Yun was naturally happy!Thinking in his heart, as long as he stays for a while and then responds a few words in a timely manner, his father will never think that he is less than picky. 【】

As long as the father has formed this impression, what is left of the prince's advantage?

Wu Taiming saw this scene on the side, and his mind turned a few times!Wu Taiming certainly didn't think that the emperor would neglect the prince because of Zhao Yun's guess of a poem.It's just that the emperor showed such intimacy with Zhao Yun on such an occasion, but he couldn't take it lightly.

Although the emperor may have just acted casually, would others think so?Would the officials inside and outside the building think so?Do some people think that the limelight has turned a little bit?Will Zhao Yun's people become more determined because of this?Some things seem simple, but they are not.

This is not a matter of who eats the venison first.

Wu Taiming gave the prince a wink, Zhao Guang was a little smart at this moment, and decided to save some face on the second course.After all, as we all know, his talent is more than a little bit stronger than his younger brother.

But Zhao Guang didn't have this chance!

After the first dish was served, the dishes were put on the table one after another. For a while, Zhao Pu didn't have the time to ask the poetry of each dish, so he took a bite of each dish.When he came across a dish that he liked, he naturally took a few more mouthfuls, and when he was satisfied, he said to the prince, "The prince goes to have a drink with all the ministers!"

Accompanying wine was originally the prince's job!The prince stared at the dishes, and after hearing the name of the dishes from the waiter who served them, he began to think about the poetic flavor of the dish, but he didn't want to but had no chance.Although I have a draft in my heart, there is no use for it, so I have to stand up and go to the banquets to patrol the wine.

Only then did Zhao Pu find time to ask Yu Feng, "I just heard that the name of this dish is: Jiao Ying Xi Die! Moreover, this vegetable cloth also has a scene like Jiao Ying Xi Die on the plate; the taste is also good, and it can be tasted The meaning of that kind of joy. But I can't think of it, but what poetic flavor can set off this dish?"

"There is a poem to complement it! It's just not necessarily good. Wouldn't it be wonderful if everyone sitting here wrote a poem and matched it now?"

Seeing that Yu Feng refused to say it clearly, but said such a thing, it was obviously meant to compare.

Zhao Pu couldn't help smiling, and was about to respond.Wang Yu was afraid that the emperor would not know the details, so he became interested and wrote poems by himself.You must know that the original poem is Su San's poem, if the emperor's composition is not good, or if the composition is not as good as Su San's original poem, it will be a bit embarrassing.He intentionally reminded the emperor, "Your Majesty!"

"Oh!" Zhao Pu looked at the champion, thinking that he was going to write a poem!

"I heard that every dish in Zuixianlou has a poem corresponding to it! Most of the original poems are written by famous Wuling clans." When Wang Yu said this, he took a careful look at the emperor's face. Su San knew that the emperor had understood it, so he continued slowly: "It is said that this family has a lot of poems in existence, and most of them are high-quality goods, which are unknown to the world. What shopkeeper Yu said is 'not necessarily good', I'm afraid it's not true! Take this road, which looks like rolling hills, "Looking for Treasures in Lushan Mountain" as an example. Mingshi's original poem is: Hengcheng Ridge and side peaks, with different distances and heights; I don't know the true face of Lushan Mountain , just because I am on this mountain. I am afraid that such a masterpiece and the eagerness of this banquet will not be able to match a good poem that can be compared. If I can barely match it, I am afraid that the shopkeeper Yu will laugh at us in his heart. "

The implication of Wang Yu's words is naturally: the emperor had better take it easy, the water here is deep.

When Zhao Pu was told by Wang Yu, he woke up with a start.When he heard the word 'name', he thought of Su San.Thinking about it again, it was Su San who remonstrated himself to set up the Hanlin Banquet here.This naturally shows that there must be a connection between Su San and Zuixianlou.

If there are dishes here, there must be a poem reflecting each dish, and all of them are made by Su San.Another example is Wang Yu trying to lift a poem. If he has that level, it will be really difficult to start.Even though he is a Ninth Five-Year Master, his poetry is not bad, but in terms of poetry, he is still comparable to Su San.

Fortunately, Wang Yu pointed it out first, otherwise he would really believe the shopkeeper Yu's words, be fooled, and turn around to make a joke.So he accepted the competition, gave Su San a dark look, and said with a sudden smile: "That's not necessarily true! Today I'm hosting a Hanlin banquet. I don't believe that this name can do any harm. Just use this way : The theme is Jiaoying and Butterfly, and you can show your strengths. There is no limit to the poems. If you make a few more poems, will they be worse than Mingshi? Let the outsiders also put in some effort and come up with a few poems."

When the emperor issued an order, the new ministers and old officials were naturally in a hurry!And rumors about Mingshi naturally spread among the seats.In addition, it is inevitable that someone will bring up the old story of listening to Yulou that day.

Xu Wei's face turned red and white for a while, feeling uncomfortable all over.Hearing about Yulou that night was an eternal pain in his heart!If possible, he would rather have a short life of ten years than anyone mentioning what happened that night.

And that so-called 'name' is naturally a trauma to his heart forever.Whenever he thinks of these things, Xu Wei's blood boils.Gritting this anger in his heart, he naturally wanted to take the opportunity to move back to Yicheng, so as soon as Wang Yu mentioned 'name', he had already started to prepare a draft.

It's just that the discussions during the banquet spread to his ears, and it was difficult for him to meditate.The blood boiled for a long time, but my mind went blank, and I couldn't write a poem anymore.

On the contrary, Mei Jin's poetic feelings are surging, so she thinks of a poem first!The way is: In March, the oriole flies to the forest, the spring city is forbidden and the dawn is cloudy; the bells and flowers of Changle are exhausted, and the willows in the Longchi are deep in the rain!

Zhao Pu just nodded slightly. The poem is a good poem, but it deviates from the theme and scene of Jiao Ying Xi Die!The atmosphere is obviously wrong.My heart couldn't help but feel a little lighter towards Mei Jin.

Mei Jin didn't know what the emperor was thinking. For him, if the poem with this proposition touched a little bit and wrote his own meaning, it would be a good poem!But he didn't know that the emperor wanted to compare this poem with Su San's poem, so the request could only be higher.

The people below picked and picked, and finally picked another article, which Zhao Pu heard was: a hundred feet of gossamer scrambles around the tree, a group of beautiful warblers cry flowers together; .

There are some scenes in it, but I still don't like it.So he searched here and there, and finally he only landed on Wang Yu's face and said: "You are the champion of Enke this time, do you have any good poems?"

Wang Yu felt dizzy for a moment!The emperor's words put great pressure on him.He thinks that poetry is far inferior to Su San, and there is no good poem to sing against Su San, but the emperor turned around and looked at him, but he couldn't respond, so he had to reluctantly occupy a poem. : In front of the sunset hall, the stamens are delicate, painted and embroidered into the corner of the garden; butterflies flying on the stamens, attracting the oriole to the willow branches.

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