My name is Chang An, your name is Gu Li

Li Siqing was stunned for a moment: "It seems that there really isn't one."

Li Keer glanced at Chang An again and said, "That's it. Either he doesn't want to participate, or he can easily write a poem that overwhelms everyone else."

Of course, Chang An heard the two princesses whispering, and then whispered to Gu Li. Gu Li looked at Chang An strangely, but the other nodded at her. She thought about it, got up and took a piece of paper and a pen. Then she drew a lot and gave it to Li Ke'er.

Li Ke'er looked at the sticks and said, "It's the eighth one, with the characters Zhao, Ji, and Tong."

After returning to her seat, Chang An thought for a while, and then said something to Gu Li. She started writing and quickly wrote something on the paper. Everyone looked at Gu Li with some curiosity. After Gu Li stopped writing, she just showed the poem paper to Chang An. After Chang An nodded again, she folded the poem paper, put it aside, and continued to eat.

Suddenly, some people began to whisper, and Li Siqing simply asked: "Marquis Dingkang, do you have any good poems? Why not show them?"

Chang An raised his head slightly and said, "Your Highness, I am not good at writing poetry, so I do not intend to participate in this poetry meeting."

Li Siqing and the people present were suddenly speechless - if you, Chang Yonghe, are not good at writing poetry, then there is really no one who can be called a poet in the entire Chang'an City.

"Excuse me for being so presumptuous, but isn't what the Marquis' wife just wrote a poem by you, Marquis Dingkang?"

At this moment, a voice was heard. Chang An looked over and saw a young talent sitting in a corner. He asked. Chang An narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "Looking at the Tang Dynasty, who can't write a poem? My wife has been well-read since she was young. Is it rare that she can write poems? Just because my wife is my wife, do you have to say that her poems were written by me?"

Yuan Qianyao and Song Jing looked at each other and saw a smile in each other's eyes.

So, in order to prevent Chang An from getting angry, Li Ke'er spoke to ease the situation: "I wonder what poem the county lady wrote today? Can you show it to me?"

Gu Li said nervously, "Princess, I'm afraid that if I show it first, other talented people will laugh at me and compare with me. I want to show it later."

"Even so, let's do as the lady says." Li Ke'er did not force it and continued drinking tea.

Afterwards, someone came forward to write a poem. Li Siqing took the rhyme and embedded character signature from the talented scholar and said, "It is the six rhyme signatures, embedded with the characters of zhou, yuan, and ren."

The talented scholar quickly took the paper and pen, thought for a while, and then wrote his own poem on the paper: "The bright moon shines on the nine states, and I miss my family more during the festival. The sweet osmanthus is fragrant, and the wine is intoxicating. Let's spend a good time together in the laughter of reunion."

The maid took the paper, displayed it, pasted it on the board at the door, and read it aloud.

After listening to this, Song Jing turned around and asked Yuan Qianyao, "Prime Minister Yuan, what do you think?"

"It's a bit ordinary." Yuan Qianyao smiled and said, "Why don't Song Sansi also go up and write a poem? Back then, Song Sansi was also a talented scholar. I wonder if he still has the same charm as before?"

Song Jing smiled and shook his head slightly, saying, "Forget it, forget it. I'm old and I don't have much talent anymore. As my disciple's wife said, I'm just afraid of being outdone."

While they were talking, two more talented men came forward to draw lots and write poems, but there was nothing outstanding about them.

Yuan Qianyao also laughed, looked around, and then moved slightly closer to Song Jing and said, "Could it be that Mr. Song really believed what Madam Gu said? I guess no one here can compare to him. He is just showing weakness by saying those words."

"Don't I know my student?" Song Jing took a sip of tea. "You don't need to think about it to know that this poem is probably related to my student."

Yuan Qianyao waved his hand at this time and said, "No matter whether that poem has anything to do with Young Friend Chang, I intend to compete with him today."

"Prime Minister Yuan, aren't you afraid of losing?" Song Jing asked in surprise.

"If I lose, I lose. It's not like I haven't lost before. I can afford to lose!" Yuan Qianyao stood up with a smile, walked forward and drew lots.

"Prime Minister Yuan, yours is Jiuao, which is embedded with the characters Lao, Gong, and Gong." Li Ke'er nodded slightly and said.

Yuan Qianyao nodded, then took the paper and pen, and slowly considered before writing: "Mid-Autumn Moon" - Chang'e dances in the moon, Wu Gang cuts osmanthus and brews fine wine. Guanghan Palace is full of bright light, and heaven and earth share this night together."

As usual, it was handed to the palace maid, then posted on a sign at the door, and she read it out slowly.

Yuan Qianyao sat back in his seat, and then asked as if to show off: "Song Sansi, what do you think of this poem of mine?"

"It's a little too focused on the artistic conception and lacks some human touch, but it's still a good work." Song Jing said, then shook his sleeves and said, "Since Prime Minister Yuan has embarrassed himself, I can't lose face either, so I'm going to give it a try."

"Song Sansi, you..." Yuan Qianyao pointed at Song Jing with a smile, then watched him walk forward.

Li Siqing looked at Song Jing's sign and said, "Song Sansi, yours is ten euros, with the characters for plate, door, and Li inlaid on it."

Song Jing looked at Chang An and Gu Li at the side, and after thinking for a while, he picked up his pen and wrote: "Autumn Moon Blessing" - The bright moon shines on the nine states, and the couples in the school share joy and sorrow. The fragrance of osmanthus is overflowing and the love is lingering. May you be reunited and blessed."

After it was posted at the door, it was read aloud by the palace maid as usual. Yuan Qianyao watched Song Jing return to his side, and then said: "Song Sansi is now completely devoted to his apprentice's family. Even when he writes poems, he writes about them."

"The future world belongs to them, and this is also a blessing to them." Song Jing said, "Not only that, I also plan to tease my student and see him write another poem."

Chang An also knew Song Jing's intention at this time. He sighed and said, "Sir, you are already like this. If I don't write, it would be unkind of me."

After saying this, he touched the top of Gu Li's head, then stood up and drew lots: "Marquis Dingkang's lot is Twelve Graces, with the characters embedded in Xing, Qian, and Jiong."

But just as Li Ke'er finished speaking, Chang An drew out two more sticks with inscriptions and said, "Add two more sticks, otherwise wouldn't it be a shame to let down the expectations of everyone present?"

Li Keer was stunned for a moment, then found it a little funny, and took the inlaid signature and said, "Marquis Dingkang, add the characters of hair, snow, apple, morning, evil, and leaf."

Chang An took out his pen with an indifferent look on his face, and then started writing: "Apricot blossoms fly over the curtains to disperse the remaining spring, and the bright moon enters the house to find a secluded person. Lifting clothes, I walk under the moonlight and step on the shadows of flowers, which are as bright as flowing water containing green apples. Wine is placed among the flowers, and the fragrance is released. People compete to pick long strips of falling fragrant snow. Tomorrow the spring wind will be fierce, and only the green leaves will be seen withered red."

Then he directly handed it to the palace maid, causing her to be somewhat distracted. The whole process took no time at all. Compared with other people, the content was twice as much as others, but the time was only half.

She quickly came to her senses, took the poem paper, pasted it on the sign, and read it out loud.

"Good poem, it is indeed a good poem."

"Yes, what a good poem!"

"Marquis Dingkang has already written a poem, so why should we participate?"

"It seems that this reward from His Majesty must belong to Marquis Dingkang."

Li Ke'er and Li Siqing looked at each other and smiled bitterly. Li Siqing said, "We really shouldn't have let Marquis Dingkang come. If we do this, won't the other talented people only be able to compete for second place?"

"Next time father wants to hold a poetry gathering, I need to tell him that Marquis Ding Kang is here to write poems, and eating and drinking is enough. Otherwise, how can others participate?"

Li Ke'er shook her head and said, "That's not necessarily true, because the Lady has a poem in her hand..."

When Chang An returned to his seat, Gu Li was a little unhappy. After seeing Chang An sitting down, he pretended to be angry and put a piece of his favorite fish into his mouth. When Chang An saw Gu Li like this, he was a little curious and asked in a low voice:

"What's wrong, Gu Niang? Why are you unhappy?"

"Humph," Gu Li turned slightly to the side and said, "Chang Lang lied to me."

"I...what did I lie to Gu Niang about?"

"Chang Lang said that I would be the champion this time, but now he took the lead himself and wrote a better one." Gu Li pouted unhappily.

Chang An smiled and said, "This..."

"Then if His Majesty really gives me a reward, I will give it all to Gu Niang as an apology? In this way, wouldn't it be equivalent to Gu Niang winning the first prize? And we can't predict the final result."

"And you know me, Gu Niang. I didn't want to go in the first place, but my master insisted that I go."

"Hmm... Is that so? Okay then." Gu Li looked at Chang An at this time, and forgave him "reluctantly".

Gu Li picked up his poem paper and handed it to the maid beside him, asking her to post it on the door. After a while, everyone present heard Gu Li's poem:

"Thinking of you - the moon shines in my boudoir, and I miss you even when I see beautiful festivals. Sixty-four poems do not mention the moon, and three hundred and fifty poems criticize the moon's rise. The sweet-scented osmanthus fills the courtyard, and I invite you to enjoy the autumn with me. I must tell you about this, and I am not a poet who enjoys the moon at leisure."

Song Jing and Yuan Qianyao were both stunned at this moment. If this was really Chang An's poem, it was full of the atmosphere of the boudoir. Who else could have written it except Gu Li?

This poem was naturally written by Gu Li herself. She wrote it last night while enjoying the cool in the pavilion and waiting for Chang An to come back from his bath. However, after she drew the lot today, she slightly modified the rhyme and the words to be embedded.