The bad emperor of Tang Dynasty

"Xi'er, look at the apricot blossoms blooming in early spring. It's so beautiful. I will test you and sing a poem about apricot blossoms."

As soon as Guo Nuan left, Shengping and her maid Xi'er moved to the apricot garden a moment later. Shengping strolled in the garden full of red flowers and flowers, and was dazzled for a while, so she deliberately questioned her maidservant Xier,

"Princess, aren't you embarrassing Xi'er? Xi'er is not a great poet like Li Bai, with quick wit and quick thinking, and can think of a good sentence or two in a flash."

After Xi'er heard this, she immediately started fighting with Shengping, losing her temper and refusing to write poetry.The maid said it all, but judging by her expression, she had really thought about it seriously, with her brows furrowed, Shengping laughed and said, no longer embarrassing Xi'er.

"Okay, my request is low, how about singing a Tang poem about apricot blossom?"

The maid bowed her head and meditated for a moment, staring at the surrounding garden full of pink, suddenly her face showed joy, clapped her hands, and said:

"The safflower is just blooming, and the snowflakes are blooming, overlapping high and low to fill the small garden. When I see it in full bloom, I still look forward to it. How can it be that the blooming place has already turned colorful."

"Crack-crack-crack"

When the maid finished reading the poem, Shengping couldn't help clapping his hands and applauding: "Well, yes, this is Wen Tingyun's poem."

"From the description of the scenery alone, it is undoubtedly observant and meticulously copied the beautiful flower scenery of nature. This poem can be said to be excellent, but... still does not highlight a kind of artistic conception of prosperity and vitality in spring, lacking It has a charm and is agile."

When Shengping applauded, a moment later, she shook her head and denied it, as if she was not satisfied with the poem.

"Princess, your request is really high. This poem is a very good one. Although it is not as good as Li Bai's level of poetic master, its excellent level is also a first-class level in the Tang Dynasty. .”

Hearing what the princess said, the maid Xi'er couldn't help sticking out her tongue mischievously, greatly admiring her master's high level of taste, in other words, he was very picky.

"Hehe, what a pity that Li Bai, the poetic fairy, died of illness in Dangtu County in the southeast three years ago. Such an exiled immortal in poetry will not be born in the mortal world for hundreds of years. No, it should be said It is the best seven-character quatrain poem in the world, and it has disappeared since Taibai died of illness."

After Shengping finished talking, he smiled lightly, strolled under an ancient apricot tree, raised his arm and folded a branch full of crimson apricot blossoms, and played with his fingertips.

After hearing this, the maid standing next to her also agreed, and couldn't help but nodded.

"Uh, princess, come and see, there is a line of poetry on the wall!"

Just as Xi'er was wandering in the garden, she unknowingly walked up to the corner of the wall where Guo Nuan left the poem just now, and happened to see the line of charcoal ink left by Guo Nuan, Xi'er immediately walked towards the other end of the garden. Princess Shengping shouted loudly.

Shengping in the distance heard Xi'er's exclamation, and couldn't help being very curious, wondering what was going on in the garden?It can make Xi'er lose her composure, and then walk towards Xi'er.

"When did you get so flustered, Xi'er?"

After a few breaths, Shengping quickly walked up to Xi'er and asked quickly.

With a mysterious look, Xi'er raised Shengping's arm and walked towards a wall.On the way there was a big apricot tree covered with dwarf branches. If you don't observe carefully, you really can't see that there is a line of writing on the wall under the heavy shade of apricot blossom branches.

A line of poems that catches the eye is rushing towards the face. The thin, straight and straight on the wall has a curved hook in the horizontal stroke and a dot in the vertical stroke.

In the strokes, the stroke is like a sharp dagger, and the stroke is like a big knife. The vertical hook is strong and slender, and the overall calligraphy in the two poems is always exaggerating a kind of strength and elegance. charm.

"This..."

Shengping was a little absent-minded, froze on the spot, motionless, his eyes flickering with joy at seeing Liexin.

"Princess, look at the corners at the end of the verse. It is signed by our son-in-law. My God, I didn't expect that he, who has always been low-key, can write such magnificent calligraphy, and this is a brand new calligraphy." , definitely not regular script."

As the maid said, the inscription of Guo Nuan seen by the two people in front of them is of course not regular calligraphy, but the thin gold script of the Song Dynasty. ——That is Guo Nuan's favorite Song style running script.

Xi'er was also a little surprised at first, but when she learned that it was Guo Nuan's masterpiece, she couldn't help exclaiming for a while, jumping up and down.

"Guo Nuan..."

Faced with this sudden situation, Shengping murmured in a daze, and couldn't believe it for a while.But when she entered the apricot garden, she did see Guo Nuan coming out of the garden, so it seemed that it was indeed his masterpiece.

Just as the two were completely immersed in it from the perspective of calligraphy appreciation, Xi'er immediately shifted to the content, and read aloud:

"Green poplar smoke outside the morning is light, and red apricot branches are full of spring."

"Uh, this poem is also very good. It can be compared with Wen Tingyun's one I just read. Why is there only seven words in one sentence? It's incomplete. It's a pity."

"Where is the remaining half of the sentence? There's not even a title for the poem?" Xi'er was a little puzzled as soon as she finished reading, and asked Shengping curiously.

"Perhaps he entered the garden early in the morning, just because of his interest. He wrote half a poem by chance, and left without even naming his name in a hurry." Sheng Ping smiled and couldn't help guessing.

Shengping is now stepping closer to the wall. She carefully observes the handwriting, pauses, and then says to Xi'er behind her:

"Xi'er, you're wrong. Although Wen Tingyun's poem was first-rate just now, in comparison, Guo Nuan's poem is even better than it."

"Why, I think the two capitals are almost the same, both are very good. Why is the son-in-law's even better?"

Xi'er was a little puzzled, but in an instant, as if she had understood something, her exquisite body couldn't help trembling, she covered her mouth and giggled and said:

"Oh, of course, he is our family's son-in-law, he must be the best."

Shengping's face turned red for no reason, and Guo Nuan's playful and hippie face immediately popped up in his mind. He felt embarrassed for a moment, and immediately poohed, and spat softly: "No, that bad guy, I am The palace will not..."

After Shengping finished speaking, Xi'er laughed like a yellow warbler.The two suddenly became yelling and laughing, and then chased and fought.

"Princess, you don't count the faults of villains, please forgive Xi'er."

The maid gasped for breath being chased by Shengping, she couldn't help but yelled to stop with a coquettish smile: "Princess, what do you think of this poem?"

"Look at the word Nao." Seeing her surrender, Shengping stopped teasing her, and pointed to the poem on the wall seriously, and said slowly, "The word Nao is full of artistic conception, the branches are blooming, the spring is full of vitality, and it is full of vitality." The meaning of vitality, a word of trouble brings Chunjing to life.

It can make the still scene come alive instantly, and achieve the effect that silence is better than sound. You say, isn't this poem better than Wen Tingyun's. "

When Shengping reached the last half of the sentence, he smiled and said, the maid felt that the analysis of the words was well-founded, and she also understood the cleverness of the poem.

In fact, it was the scene that Princess Shengping had imagined. The poems on the wall were nothing more than Guo Nuan’s random excerpts from half of the poets of the later Song Dynasty. A great talent was screaming in pain in the premises, while his servant Afu was pulling out the burrs on his butt. ． ．

"Not only is the calligraphy well written, but the poems are also excellent. It's a pity that it was written on the wall, and it was written with charcoal. The son-in-law is really casual, and he is not afraid that such a masterpiece will be damaged by the wind and sun in the open air. It's gone." The maid shook her head again and again, feeling a little regretful.

"That's not easy, just tear down this wall now, and move it back to the backyard of the Palace for storage. From now on, it will be the Palace's personal belongings." Shengping said calmly.Invisibly, a royal and honorable temperament gleamed.

"Demolish! Are you really going to demolish and move the yard? This big granite wall is estimated to weigh several thousand catties!"

"Well, it's demolished. Now let's ask some dozens of craftsmen in the mansion to pass through the apricot orchard. I want it right away."

"Obey, master..."