Yipin Tang

Chapter 10 I am Wang Zixin

Li Tai was very talented and intelligent since he was a child, and he was very popular with Li Shimin. According to the custom, princes should go to fiefs when they grow up, and they are not allowed to stay in Gyeonggi.

Recently, Li Tai is even more proud, because Li Shimin allowed him to set up a literature museum in his mansion, allowing him to recruit scholars by himself, this doting can be said to be the best among kings.

Hosting this Jinguang Lake Poetry Club was the first major event he did after setting up the Literature Museum. Seeing Li Tai, a talented scholar from all over the world, he felt a sense of pride in his chest. , I am afraid that even the crown prince does not have such a reputation.

For this poetry meeting, he specially invited several great Confucian scholars from the court to serve as judges, and he himself is proficient in poetry.

The first round of the poetry fair is to submit poems. Those who participate in the poetry fair submit their prepared poems and essays to be judged by Li Tai and several Confucian scholars. Only those who pass the poetry voting are eligible to enter the next round of the poetry fair.

Everyone was obviously well prepared, and they submitted their poems and essays one after another at the beginning of the poetry meeting.

After judging and screening, all submitted poems and essays were divided into two parts. One part was mostly written by dandies in Chang'an City, completely incomprehensible, wasting good rice paper and ink for nothing.

In the past, those who presided over the poetry meeting did not want to offend the dandies in Chang'an City. Although they despised them in their hearts, they still wanted to praise their poems and essays. However, the one who presided over the poetry meeting today is Li Tai. The ignorant dandies lose face, and the judging staff is even Li Tai, who treats Li Tai with courtesy.The playboys who have always been invincible at the poetry meeting are all broken this time, without their previous arrogance, they are all downcast.

Xiao Cui on the boat saw this scene and immediately smiled: "Miss, look at those young masters in Chang'an City who kept bragging about how good their poems were at the poetry meeting the day before yesterday, but today they are like a defeated rooster. Interesting."

This move by Li Tai has greatly won the favor of the literati, and they are also very disgusted with the dandies who disturb the poetry society. I dare not speak out in anger, but the actions of King Wei today are very gratifying.

Apart from the dandy's disruptive works, the other part of the poems and essays can be considered to be meaningful, but there are also high and low points. Chen Haobai's poem chanting plums is the best, and it soon spread throughout the poetry society.

Xiao Cui lay on the window of the painting boat with a nympho expression on her face, and muttered: "Young Master Chen's poems are really good."

Chen Haobai's poems are indeed good, with gorgeous rhetoric, but the artistic conception is still a little worse than this poem about snow.Ning Xiang glanced at the silk paper at the corner of the table and thought, "Could it be that the last two sentences of this poem about snow were really someone else's writing?"Otherwise, why hasn't the new prince appeared until now.

Just when Li Tai was about to announce the end of the poetry competition, a fat young master and a fat maid rushed forward, and it was Wang Xiang and Xiaoya.

"Wait a minute, my young master's poem!"

Li Tai was a little unhappy to rush here at the end of the poem submission, but seeing the two of them coming empty-handed, he felt even more unhappy, and asked, "Since you came to submit a poem, where is your poem?" ?”

Wang Xiang didn't know that there was such a thing as "tossing poems" in the poetry society, so he came directly without preparation. When he heard Li Tai's question, he had to bite the bullet and pretend to be proud and said: "If you read ten thousand volumes, if you write with a spirit, I have a heart in my heart." There are hundreds of poems, why bother to submit poems."

As soon as Wang Xiang's words came out, everyone was shocked, Ma Wenxin, one of the four great talents in Luoyang, became more and more angry and said: "Who are you, you speak so loudly, even brother Haobai dare not say such a thing."

Now that he had pretended to be forceful, he simply pretended to be the end, and Wang Xiang said bullishly again: "I don't know who Haobai is, but since he dare not say such things, it must be because he has self-knowledge."

Even if the capital of Luoyang's four great talents was ignored, everyone booed again. Looking at Chen Haobai again, although he didn't speak, his expression was obviously not very good.

A dude came up to him and asked with some doubts: "Are you Wang Zixin?"

Wang Xiang was wearing too many clothes today, wrapped like zongzi, so those who knew him didn't recognize him for a while.

"Yes, I am Wang Zixin."

As soon as the voice fell, the crowd became commotion. The last poetry meeting was because of the new trouble of the prince, and it ended up being nothing. He also made a counting poem and became a laughing stock. Later, the last two lines of the poem came out, counting the poem It suddenly turned into a poetic song about snow, and Wang Zixin also changed from ignorant to hidden.Many people were very curious whether Wang Zixin would come to this poetry meeting, but he did not expect that he would come, and he was as arrogant as ever.

Many of the dandies who participated in the poetry meeting participated in beating Wang Zixin at the last poetry meeting, but at this time they hope that Wang Zixin can write a poem that is not inferior to Chen Haobai.

Since ancient times, there have been many talented people from the poor family, and the talented people from the poor family headed by Chen Haobai have made a big splash in this poetry meeting. Compared with the dandies in Chang'an City, they are much inferior, so they hope that Wang Zixin can help them save some face.

Wang Zixin's name Li Tai is no stranger, he knows more about him besides the poem about the snow, whether it is Li Zhi drunk or Yuchi Jingde personally leading troops to Linchuan Hou's mansion, all have something to do with this Wang Zixin , so when he learned that the person in front of him was Wang Zixin, Li Tai became interested in him.

"Although Brother Wang thinks he is very talented, it seems a little inappropriate for you to make an exception when everyone participates in the poetry competition." Chen Haobai finally spoke, and the other poor disciples also echoed: "That's right, why do you make an exception. "

Wang Xiang raised his eyebrows and said, "Did I say that I don't vote for poetry?"

Chen Haobai was startled when he heard the words, and the others were also stunned. Wang Xiang did not say that he would not submit poems, he just said a very pretentious sentence.

Reading through thousands of volumes, writing like a god, now think about it carefully, this sentence is not only neat but also very philosophical, it seems that Wang Zixin is really not to be underestimated.

Wang Xiang looked at Chen Haobai and asked indifferently: "I wonder what poem this little white brother voted for?"

puff!
Brother Xiaobai?Chen Haobai almost vomited blood out of anger, on purpose, he definitely did it on purpose!

The people around couldn't help laughing when Wang Xiang called Chen Haobai Xiaobai brother, but they were also surprised that he asked Chen Haobai what the poem was for?
Li Tai's eyes lit up, and he vaguely guessed his plan, took out the top piece of rice paper and said, "Just now Haobai voted for a poem about plum blossoms, and after evaluation by several great scholars, it can be the first name of the poem."

After Li Tai finished speaking, he recited Chen Haobai's poem chanting plums again, and immediately some talented scholars praised: "Brother Haobai deserves to be the head of the four great talents in Luoyang. This poem chanting plums is wonderful!"

Wang Xiang looked at the gifted scholar with idiot eyes, until he was embarrassed and turned his head away, and then slowly said: "Since Xiaobai voted for a poem about plums, I will also write a poem about plums." It's time to invest in poetry."

What?Wang Zixin also wants to write a poem about plums?The crowd suddenly became noisy, only Li Tai had such an expression.

Chen Haobai's poem chanting plum has already been rated as the first name in the poetry contest. He still wants to write a poem chanting plum. Completed, and Wang Xiang now wants to compose a poem about plum blossoms, which is difficult and easy to imagine.

After beating Chen Haobai to death, he did not believe that Wang Xiang could compose a poem about plums that was not inferior to him. Seeing that Wang Xiang despised him so much, he immediately couldn't care less about maintaining his demeanor as the top four talents, and said with an angry smile: "Okay, I didn't expect Chang'an to have such a great talent, I would like to see what kind of poem you will write about plum blossoms!"

Wang Xiang flicked his clothes and pretended to be pacing, everyone's eyes moved slowly following his footsteps, and when he reached the seventh step, he stopped suddenly, and everyone was speechless for a while: Could it be that this guy wants to Learn from Cao Zhi to play seven steps into poetry.

"I wrote a poem chanting snow in the last poetry meeting, which was ridiculed as a poem of counting. Today, I will praise plum blossoms with snow."

After a pause, he slowly opened his mouth and chanted: "Mei Xue is fighting for the spring but is not willing to fall, and the scholar puts down the pen fee to comment on the chapter. Mei Xu is three points whiter than Xue, but Xue is inferior to Mei Duanxiang."

After a brief silence, Li Tai came to his senses first, picked up a brush and wrote the poem "Ode to Plum Blossom" on the rice paper, and then recited it in a low voice, with a strange look in his eyes, and then handed the poem to several great Confucians present.

As soon as Wang Xiang finished writing Chen Haobai's poems, Chen Haobai's face paled instantly. His attainments in poetry are not low, and he can naturally tell the quality of poems. Maybe his poems are more gorgeous than Wang Xiang's poems, but the artistic conception is worse. Not at all, besides, one is a submitted poem that has been revised and polished repeatedly, and the other is a poem that was written under the watchful eyes of the public, and everyone can tell which is higher and which is lower.

Sure enough, after a while, several great scholars agreed that Wang Zixin's poem about plums was better than Chen Haobai's before.

Chen Haobai was not reconciled, he came to Chang'an from Luoyang specially for this poetry meeting, but now he lost to a dude from Chang'an City, not only him, all the talented people from Luoyang were no longer as energetic as before, the head of the four great talents Chen Haobai lost, and they were even worse.

On the contrary, the dandies in Chang'an City, which had been slumped before, all smiled happily, and recited Wang Xiang's poems about plum blossoms loudly.

At this time on the painting boat, Xiaocui opened her mouth wide in disbelief.

"Is that man Wang Zixin? His poems are even better than Mr. Chen's?"

This result made it difficult for her to accept, Wang Xiang stood like a proud rice dumpling and looked out of place among a group of handsome talents, but it was this proud rice dumpling who wrote a poem about plums that compared Chen Haobai to others.

When Ningxiang heard this poem, she wrote it down on silk paper and put it together with the previous poem about singing snow.

"Meixu is three points whiter than snow, but snow is less fragrant than plum. Sure enough, it has a similar artistic conception to Yongxue Poetry, and it can be completed in seven steps. It seems that Wang Zixin is really hiding something."

(End of this chapter)