travel through the past to be emperor

Chapter 81

Zhao Fei stood in the arena of fighting poetry amidst the enthusiastic demands of the people like a duck being chased to the shelves, and stood side by side with Wang Mingxiang.

Looking at the Chang'an people who were glaring at him, and the foreigners who were affectionate towards him, Zhao Fei felt wronged. Although I am the emperor, I am the lord of the world, but in terms of birth and household registration, I am an absolute native of Chang'an.

Besides, I have the highest power in Chang'an City, live in the largest room in Chang'an City, and sleep with the most beautiful woman in Chang'an City.

How did I become a foreigner, making me look like the public enemy of Chang'an?
Zhao Fei felt helpless in his heart, so he had no choice but to comfort himself by saying that he was the master of the world, not to be as knowledgeable as these ignorant people.

The so-called breeze blows, I stand still, what tricks do you have, I will accept them all!

Zhao Fei looked at Prince Wang Mingxiang strangely, thinking in his heart that if this guy knew that the one standing in front of him was the emperor he intended to serve to, would he kneel down and beg for mercy or be unyielding?
This is a strange question, but Mr. Wang was too lazy to talk nonsense with Zhao Fei, and said directly: "Mr. You can agree."

Although Zhao Fei didn't know what kind of medicine this Wang Mingxiang was selling, he could only nod his head in the face of the enthusiastic booing from the people in the audience, and said, "You're right, competitions really have to pay attention to fairness, Mr. Wang, If you have anything to say, just say it, everyone is a scholar, there is no need to go around in circles."

Seeing that Zhao Fei was so forthright, Wang Mingxiang didn't hesitate, and said directly: "If you pay attention to fairness, then it can be said that I wrote a poem, and then Mr. Zhao has to write a poem too."

"It should be like this." Zhao Fei said lightly, but he already knew what Wang Mingxiang wanted to say, didn't it mean that he made a poem before, and now he wants to make a poem, making it so complicated do what?
Sure enough, as Zhao Fei expected, Wang Mingxiang really said that he made a poem before, so Zhao Fei also made a poem, otherwise it would be unfair. As a famous talent, Zhao Fei can't break his promise and get rich.

Famous wit?
Zhao Fei grinned, thinking to himself, who here has heard of my talent?

If you really heard about my talent and name, you wouldn't just kneel down a lot!

But Zhao Fei didn't bother to argue about these things with this grumpy guy, so he decisively agreed to Wang Mingxiang's request, isn't it just poetry?
My buddy has countless gorgeous poems written by thousands of famous poets in his mind, and just picking out a few of them can kill you in a flash.

"Then Mr. Zhao invites you!" Wang Mingxiang said with a chuckle, a little smug on his face.

It's not that Wang Mingxiang is boasting. In Chang'an City, there are quite a few young people who are more talented than him, but there are not many who are better at writing poetry than him.

Writing poetry is different from writing articles. Poetry writing pays attention to inspiration and talent. Although Wang Mingxiang is not a great genius, he is also a famous poet in the circle of young scholars.

As for Mr. Zhao?

Hehe, Wang Mingxiang sneered, he didn't know when a talented man surnamed Zhao appeared near Chang'an City.

Although Zhao Fei's clothes are quite elegant, but these days there are a lot of peddlers, and well-dressed clothes can only show that his family is good, and whether he is rich or not is another matter.

Here Wang Mingxiang was secretly calculating who Zhao Fei was, but Zhao Fei was a little confused over there, he really didn't know what to say.

Of course, it's not that Zhao Fei can't say it, Zhao Fei is just wondering which poet's masterpiece should be used to get rid of this smug prince.

"Write poetry!"

Seeing that Zhao Fei had been standing there silently, the audience in the audience suddenly became unwilling, and shouted loudly.

He was even more excited when he saw the guests doing it than Zhao Fei.

"It can't be done!"

"Look at this foreigner who looks like a dog. It turned out to be an embroidered pillow. What's the name of that word? By the way, it's gold and jade on the outside and the inside on it!"

Hearing the scolding from the audience, Zhao Fei frowned and winked at Chu Xuan.

Chu Xuan was furious a long time ago, and Dang even pointed at several places in the crowd.

Of course the people in the crowd didn't know what was going on around them, but Zhao Fei who was standing on the stage could see clearly that those who yelled loudly just now were covered by some big and three rough men and dragged them out, especially the one who scolded himself He looked like a dog, and he was greeted several times before he was pulled out of the crowd.

what did you say?
Talk about why no one saw it, nonsense, so many people are watching the excitement on the stage, and a few will pay attention to the excitement off the stage.

This is similar to the news that Zhao Fei's later generations read. A girl went to the Mayday concert, and then became pregnant inexplicably, and the child's father didn't know who it was.

Who is Mayday, you ask?
Well, that is an eternal legend in the pervert world!

Gossip less, let's talk about Zhao Fei, Zhao Fei was so excited by the crowd, he immediately became angry, saying that his buddies are just struggling with whose work to take, but it's not that they don't know how to write poetry.

So Zhao Fei stretched out his hands and pressed into the void. As soon as he let go of his domineering aura, the audience who watched the excitement immediately stopped talking.

Of course, they are definitely not because of Zhao Fei's domineering spirit, but because Zhao Fei looks like he is going to write a poem, so they naturally have to calm down and listen carefully to the explanatory poems that this "famous" talent can make.

Zhao Fei lived up to expectations, first looked up at the moon, and then said:
"Last New Year's Eve."

It's okay for Zhao Fei not to chant, but when he chant, he laughed immediately.

"What is last year's New Year's Eve?" The audience in the audience booed immediately: "This is also called poetry, and if it can be called poetry, then I am also a poet, and I can also be last year's outing, haha, everyone don't Call me Butcher Wang, please call me Prince Wang."

Zhao Fei didn't pay attention to the booing butcher, because soon there were several Jinyi guards surrounding the king butcher, presumably his subordinates should give him a very pleasant night.

When the crowd gradually calmed down, Zhao Fei chanted again: "The lights in the flower market are like day."

At Yuan Ye last year, the flower market lights up like the day.

As Zhao Fei said another sentence, someone quickly wrote these two lines of poems on the large canvas hanging on one side, and the two lines of poems were immediately seen by everyone.

The writing is also somewhat level, Wang Mingxiang snorted coldly.

He could see that these two poems had some meaning, and naturally some other talented scholars and beauties could also see that, and some people watching the excitement stopped talking and waited for Zhao Fei to speak.

Zhao Fei didn't dawdle, looked at the moon gradually rising in the sky, took two steps, and then said:

"The willow head on the moon, after about dusk."

As soon as these two sentences came out, the artistic conception of the poem came out immediately.

Leaving other people aside for the time being, this Mr. Wang Mingxiang's shirt was wet with sweat, and he looked at Zhao Fei nervously.

Zhao Fei looked around the stands, sighed, lingered a few steps, shook his head and sighed:

"On the first night of this year, the lights of the flower market were still there, and the people from last year were nowhere to be seen, and the sleeves of the green shirt were full of tears."

Of course, this poem was not written by Zhao Fei, but it is a coincidence that this poem was written by Zhu Shuzhen, a famous female poet of the Song Dynasty in Zhao Fei's time.

Zhu Shuzhen is a famous heart-broken female poet. Her poems focus on artistic conception, and the artistic conception of this female master is that after reading her poems, you will be heartbroken and heartbroken!

Those who hear it are sad, and those who see it are in tears.

Zhao Fei originally wanted to change it, and only posted the part of the previous step, that is, the willow shoots on the moon, and the appointment after dusk.

But after thinking about it, it’s not a big deal for me to take other people’s poems as my own, but once the poems are changed, the artistic conception will naturally be lost, which is also a disrespect for the original author.

So I posted the full text.

Although most women are stingy, everyone Zhu sees that I will help her promote her works, so she should not jump out of the grave and pay attention to copyright matters.

"Woooooooo..."

Just when Zhao Fei was thinking wildly, there was a burst of crying in his ears.

What is this scenario?
Zhao Fei was a little dumbfounded when he saw the surroundings crying together.

Seeing that Wang Mingxiang, who had been complacent all the time, was also crying, Zhao Fei said, "My lord, why are you crying?"

"I'm sorry, Mr. Zhao, I was thinking of my relatives who are thousands of miles away, so this... made Mr. Zhao laugh." Wang Mingxiang wiped the corners of his eyes and said: "Mr. Heaven, this poem is really well written."

"Uh...thank you." Zhao Fei was stunned.

Wang Mingxiang immediately bowed to Zhao Fei and said, "Today, I, Wang Mingxiang, lost to Mr. Zhao, but the scholars never judge their merits by poetry. They only hope that they will be on the top of the gold list in the next day's scientific examination." I can see Mr. Zhao's name."

You won't be able to see me on the golden list, but you will definitely be able to see me on the golden palace.

Zhao Fei chuckled in his heart, but he didn't hate this Wang Mingxiang as much as before. A man who can cry because his relatives are not around is not a bad person after all.

At this time, the master of the arena came over to Jishou and said, "Young Master Zhao, what is the name of this poem you wrote?"

The owner of the arena is a rich and fat man. Although he doesn't look very conspicuous, his handwriting is very good.

"Uh..." Hearing the question from the master of the arena, Zhao Fei was a little stunned. After thinking about it carefully, he said, "This poem should be called Yuan Ye Watching the Lantern!"

"It's a custom in the Song Dynasty that every fifteenth day of the moon is the Yuan Ye. Although it's not elegant to watch the lanterns on this Yuan night, it's considered appropriate." The ring master nodded.

Zhao Fei could only nod in agreement, and then exchanged pleasantries with some famous Chang'an talents, before he got rid of the fans and ran out of the crowd.

Willow head on the moon, after dusk.

These two lines of poems are the true portrayal of Zhao Fei at this moment, but not long after, these two lines have become the two lines of poems that young couples in Song Dynasty like to say on a date.

(End of this chapter)