My father, Li Shimin, please call me Crown Prince

Chapter 149: The Final Song of the Prince of the Tang Dynasty

The fight between the Crown Prince and the King of Wei was known to almost everyone in the entire Chang'an City.

These five surnames and seven clans, supporters of the King of Wei's party, played a great role in building momentum for the King of Wei.

The important officials and ministers of the court are naturally supporters of the eldest son of the prince's party.

The middle and lower-level officials were more inclined to support King Wei.

Especially in the circle of scholars, King Wei was more famous.

The Hibiscus Garden in Chang'an, the Weiwang Pond and Weiwang Dike in Luoyang.

These are the popular check-in spots in the Tang Dynasty today. Any educated person who has not been to these three places will be ridiculed.

Even so, Li Tai appeared humble and polite, and was always respectful to the prince in public.

This is the first time that someone has directly targeted the prince in public.

"Qingque really wants me to write a poem?"

Li Chengqian asked calmly.

As a crown prince, he had little interest in showing off with poetry.

After all, we were already at the top at the beginning.

Compare and contrast state governance, poetry, and small talk.

Even when Er Feng was hunting last time, he didn't go out of his way to copy poems to show off. He just managed to write a poem with fairly neat parallelism, borrowing one or two lines from others.

The level is indeed not that good, but it can be said that it touches Erfeng's heart.

Maybe Li Tai was aiming at this point, so he was so bold.

"Fourth brother is naturally looking forward to it."

The smile on Li Tai's face was a little stiff. The prince actually called him by his nickname in public.

This doesn't give any face at all.

At this time, the entire venue became quiet.

The officials and scholars who were judging the poems turned their eyes involuntarily to the pavilion. Compared with the competition between the Crown Prince and the King of Wei, the poems written by them were uninteresting at all.

The envoys from various countries were extremely excited. They pricked up their ears and their eyes sparkled with anticipation.

For them, this was a rare glimpse into the internal struggles within the Tang Dynasty royal family, full of drama and attraction.

In my heart, I secretly cheered for the Crown Prince and the King of Wei, hoping that this fight would become more intense.

Imagine what a sensational scene it would be if the Crown Prince and the King of Wei really fought.

The whole Chang'an city will go crazy about it tomorrow, and it will become the most exciting topic of conversation when they return home.

They even began to think about how to pass this news back to their country to show off their experiences in the Tang Dynasty.

The spread of such interesting stories could not be stopped by even the Jinwu Guards or Jesus.

Not to mention the other people watching the show below, their faces were filled with excitement and anticipation.

Concubine Yang frowned and looked at her son, Prince of Wu, Li Ke.

After all, this Lantern Festival poetry gathering was hosted by her, and she was the one who invited the prince to attend. If she humiliated the prince, he would inevitably hold a grudge against her.

She herself doesn't care, but her two sons are likely to be the target of anger.

In the meeting hall, the confrontation between the crown prince and the king of Wei made the atmosphere extremely tense. At this critical moment, the king of Wu, Li Ke, stood up.

He first bowed respectfully to the crown prince and then said to Li Tai, "King of Wei, today is the Lantern Festival Poetry Festival. My elder brother is the crown prince of the country and has a noble status. If you come down to write a poem, wouldn't it be a loss of status?"

Li Tai glanced coldly at Wu Wang Li Ke. What level is he? A bastard dares to teach me how to do things?
"The prince said before that we should exchange knowledge and have fun with the people, which is also a good story."

"Besides, the way of poetry is also the great way of the country. Does the King of Wu look down on the poets in this world?"

"Still looking down on the prince?"

Li Ke's expression remained unchanged, and he remained calm: "King Wei is wrong. My elder brother cares about the world and is concerned about governing the country. Poetry is just a hobby in his spare time."

"If I participate in poetry writing just because I am in a momentary mood, it will inevitably make people feel that I have lost the stability of the crown prince."

"Furthermore, today's poetry gathering is meant to provide a place for everyone to showcase their talents. If you leave, everyone will be hesitant and unable to fully display their talents. This will not be a way to share the joy with the people, but will make everyone feel restrained, which will lose the original purpose of the poetry gathering."

The corner of Li Tai's mouth twitched slightly. He didn't expect that the King of Wu would be so sharp-tongued.

Li Chengqian has always known that Li Ke is quick-witted, and his current reaction is quite impressive.

After King Wu said this, the tense atmosphere eased a little.

Concubine Yang breathed a sigh of relief, but everyone else was somewhat disappointed.

Li Chengqian was naturally not the kind of person who would spoil the fun, so he said, "Forget it, since Qingque wants to listen, I'm also in the mood, so it's not a big problem for me to compose a poem."

"But what Third Brother said is also true. If I go down, it will inevitably be unfair to many students and affect this grand event."

"In that case, then I won't write a poem, just write a lyric, and I don't have to participate in the judging."

Poetry had a long history of development before the Tang Dynasty. After continuous accumulation and evolution in the Pre-Qin, Han, Wei and Six Dynasties periods, it had made great progress in genre, rhythm, and expression techniques.

By the Tang Dynasty, various poetic genres, such as five-character quatrain, seven-character quatrain, five-character regulated verse, and seven-character regulated verse, had become very mature.

Ci had already appeared in the Tang Dynasty, but it was regarded as "the rest of poetry" and was not as good as mainstream poetry.

The rhythm and form of Ci in the Tang Dynasty were not stable enough, and the creation of Ci was relatively difficult. When writing Ci, literati needed to constantly explore and try, which also made some literati cautious about the creation of Ci.

As soon as Li Chengqian said this, everyone was in an uproar.

I didn't expect the prince to write lyrics instead of poetry.

But if you think about it carefully, writing lyrics is indeed the best option. It can bring joy to the people and will not affect the selection of the Lantern Festival Poetry Festival.

Li Tai felt like he had something stuck in his throat when he heard this. He was very unhappy. He didn't expect that the prince would deal with it in this way.

If the prince writes lyrics, there will be no contrast, but people will sing the praises of the prince's wisdom.

As for the quality of the words, it is not the key.

Even if the level is a little bit lower, no one will say anything.

"How long will it take the prince to prepare? He won't wait until the selection is over before he's still preparing."

Li Tai made some sarcasm.

Everyone frowned. It would be embarrassing to expose the internal struggle of the royal family in public.

Li Tai was also too obsessed.

Li Chengqian glanced at Li Tai indifferently without saying anything.

He took a step forward and spoke directly: "The east wind blows thousands of flowers into bloom at night, and blows down stars like rain."

As soon as these words came out, it was like a magnificent painting unfolding before everyone's eyes, and everyone was dumbfounded.

The east wind symbolizes the vitality of spring, and the numerous and gorgeous lanterns are compared to thousands of trees blooming and star rain falling.

In the Tang Dynasty, such words had never been seen, let alone heard.

The development of ci itself is inferior to that of poetry, but this sentence is worth more than many poems.

Li Chengqian continued to take the second step and recited the second sentence at the same time.

"The road is filled with fragrance from the BMW and carved carriages. The sound of phoenix flutes moves, the light of jade pots turns, and fish and dragons dance all night long."

The prosperity of the Tang Dynasty and the carnival of Chang'an are almost all written into this sentence.

The entire venue suddenly became extremely silent. The great scholars, literati, and students were all shocked.

No one had ever thought that lyrics could be written in this way, expressing the grand occasion of the Lantern Festival in Chang'an so vividly.

Many poets were originally full of confidence in their poems, but just by hearing these two sentences, they felt that the poems they had worked so hard on were overshadowed at this moment.

Everyone held their breath, even breathing carefully, for fear of disturbing the prince's creation.

Li Chengqian took the third step: "The moth is like a golden thread of snow willow, with a smile and a faint fragrance."

This is a description of women in the Tang Dynasty. Although women in the Tang Dynasty were relatively open-minded, they could not show their faces in public casually.

Only during the Lantern Festival there are no such restrictions.

This is also the key to why Chang'an's Lantern Festival is so lively. Beauties that cannot be seen on ordinary days are everywhere on the streets.

Just when everyone was expecting the prince to take the fourth step.

Li Chengqian suddenly turned around and looked at Crown Princess Su Yuer.

"The crowd has searched for her a thousand times. Suddenly I looked back, and there she was, in a dimly lit place."

Su Yu'er was stunned for a moment, then her beautiful eyes filled with tears.

The prince searched for her everywhere for hundreds of times. She was the prince's beloved one. She was the prince's consort, but she was not the one the prince loved.

That boy became the prince's favorite.

She had been jealous and envious, but finally felt relieved because she heard the prince say that the boy looked like his mother.

Suddenly looking back.

It was Le Tong who was beheaded by His Majesty that the prince turned back.

At this time, Su Yuer was surrounded by bright lights, so how could she not be in a place where lights were dim.

Of course, other people don’t have such a mindset.

However, the point is different, and more people can resonate with it.

Just hearing this sentence, a picture unfolds in my mind.

In the bustling and bustling city of Chang'an, I was looking for the person in my heart among the bustling crowd. After countless searches, I still couldn't find him. However, just when I felt disappointed and confused.

Suddenly looking back, the person was there, dimly lit.

This is how the young poet feels.

For many officials, it also contains profound life philosophy.

In this bustling and noisy world, people often pursue fame and fortune, but ignore their true inner pursuits. The person in the "dimly lit place" may represent their inner ideals and perseverance.

For a moment, the entire venue was silent.

Everyone was immersed in this poem.

A moment later, a low cry of admiration was heard in the meeting hall, and then it spread like a tide. The officials and scholars who were judging the poem were so excited that their faces turned red. They whispered to each other, and their words were full of amazement and praise for the poem.

Gu Nalu is the chief judge of this jury. After all, he has a high status in the literary circle.

At this moment, Gunalü was amazed and stood up to salute the prince: "Your Highness, this poem is truly a masterpiece of all time! It depicts the scenery with words and expresses emotions with scenery. The artistic conception is profound and breathtaking. Once this poem is published, it will surely add a touch of brilliant light to the Tang Dynasty."

Yan Shigu, also a literary giant, stood up and bowed, saying: "The opening line is 'The east wind blows thousands of flowers into bloom at night. It blows down stars like rain.' With wonderful imagination, he depicts the splendor of lanterns on the night of the Lantern Festival as if it were a dream."

"Such writing skills are beyond the reach of our generation. 'The road is filled with the fragrance of BMW and carved carriages. The sound of phoenix flutes moves, the light of jade pots turns, and fish and dragons dance all night.' It vividly shows the prosperity of the Tang Dynasty, making people feel as if they are there."

“Once this poem came out, it was the pinnacle of poetry.”

The envoys from various countries were already stunned at this time. They had originally only expected a wonderful drama of royal struggle, but never expected to witness such a shocking literary masterpiece.

Most of the envoys from various countries were well-versed in the culture of the Tang Dynasty. Except for special envoys, many of them were stationed in Chang'an and were naturally well-versed in Tang Dynasty literature.

The readers below were even more fascinated, repeatedly savoring every word of the poem, as if immersed in a wonderful literary world.

The talented scholar in Chang'an said excitedly: "The beauty of this poem is beyond words. Your Highness the Crown Prince has opened up a new realm of poetry for us and let us see the infinite possibilities of poetry. We should follow your Highness's example and work hard to study the creation of poetry."

Others echoed, "Before, we were skeptical about the creation of ci, thinking that ci was not worthy of being worthy of high art. But this ci by His Royal Highness the Crown Prince made us realize that ci can also express beautiful scenes and aspirations."

There was a gleam of surprise in Concubine Yang's eyes, and she was secretly glad that this poetry meeting did not turn into a disaster, but instead became a good story because of the prince's poem.

She looked at King Wu Li Ke and nodded slightly, expressing her admiration for the King's behavior.

The King of Wei felt as uncomfortable as if he had eaten shit.

This prince, not only writes lyrics, but also shows off his love in public.

After tonight, this poem will surely spread throughout Chang'an, and even throughout the Tang Dynasty.

At this time, Wu Wang Li Ke made an assist: "I think all the scholars in the Tang Dynasty should thank the King of Wei. If it weren't for the King of Wei's pressure, how could you have created such a beautiful sentence for everyone to appreciate."

Li Tai looked embarrassed but had to maintain a stiff smile. At this moment, he wished he could eat the King of Wu alive.

On the side, Theodosius was still listening to the Sogdian female translator's translation.

Translating a poem into Greek is a huge workload. The female translator was sweating and she talked a lot for a long time but couldn't finish.

Theodosius looked at the prince with eyes full of amazement.

Of course she did not understand the beauty of the word, but poetry was also popular in Rome.

From the tones and faces of those present, she knew that the prince must have composed a masterpiece as great as the Roman epics.

Gu Nalu said to Yan Shigu: "After the prince's poem is published, all the poems and lyrics about the Lantern Festival will be abolished."

It is said that there is no first in literature and no second in martial arts, that is because the level of many poems is not obvious.

But these words are too different from other poems. It is a complete dimensionality reduction attack. They are unique among all the poems in the world.

Li Chengqian felt the admiring gazes of the crowd below and was not surprised at all.

This is the value of this masterpiece that will last forever.

Even more than a thousand years later, the poem "Qingyu'an Yuanxi" is still the undisputed number one poem for the Lantern Festival.

It can be said that this has directly cut off the future of poetry and lyrics for the Lantern Festival, and the future path has basically been cut off as well.

At this time, Gu Nalu suddenly said: "Please give me your calligraphy, Your Highness."

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone suddenly came to their senses.

According to convention, the first-place work of the Lantern Festival Poetry Competition will be kept in the Imperial College for preservation and will also be available for students all over the world to admire.

Everyone is very clear about the height of this poem.

And if it was the first piece written by the prince himself, how precious it would be.

Feeling everyone's desire, Li Chengqian nodded.

He asked the eunuch Wen Zhong to bring a table and prepare writing brushes and ink.

Next.

Kim Yun-ho, who was originally planning to take action, stopped abruptly at this moment.

The subordinate was puzzled: "Shangguan, isn't this the best time?"

Jin Yunhao shook his head slightly: "Let's wait until the prince finishes writing before we act. If such a masterpiece is disturbed, it will be punished by heaven."

"After I kill the prince, I must get this calligraphy. It is worth a fortune."

"This is the swan song of the prince of the Tang Dynasty. All the writers in the world are willing to spend all their money on this calligraphy."

(End of this chapter)