Traveling through Du He, Li Chengqian's rebellion begins

Shangguan Yi's hands holding the rice paper were trembling slightly, and he recited in a low voice.

"The luminous cup of wine and wine, if you want to drink the pipa, please remind me immediately."

"Don't laugh, Lord, who is lying drunk on the battlefield. How many people have fought in ancient times."

After finishing the recitation, Shangguan Yi's face was full of surprise and admiration.

"Liangzhou Ci" is the representative work of Wang Han, a frontier poet in the Tang Dynasty. It is also one of the top ten frontier poems. Who would not be confused when reciting this poem?

"Snapped!"

He slammed the table excitedly, stood up and spoke in a deep voice.

"Mr. Kong Jijiu, you have made a mistake! This is an excellent piece of work, of the highest grade!"

Although Shangguan Yi was only 36 years old, the youngest of the four scoring teachers, he had a very high level of attainment in poetry.

He thought that he would never be able to write such a poem in his entire life.

"What! There are good poems in the first class?"

Chu Liang and Wang Ji also came over, and they both hurriedly took the poems from Shangguan Yi and looked at them.

"Suck! Even though the handwriting is a bit ugly, it doesn't stop it from being a good poem!"

"If such a good poem cannot be rated as top grade, what kind of poem can be rated as top grade?"

After reading it, although they thought the handwriting was a mess, they all agreed that the content of the poem was a top-notch work.

The big words "Ding" on it are so eye-catching.

Seeing that Master Kong's score was controversial with the other three scorers, Li Tai walked over with a frown, took the rice paper from them and looked at it.

The more I looked at him, the happier I felt, and I was also amazed by the passion of the person who wrote this poem.

"Such a great talent must be recruited into our team!"

Although Li Tai didn't know who wrote this poem, he was already happy to see the talent.

After a while.

Li Tai made the final decision and said, "This poem should be rated as top grade!"

"Great! Your Highness the Prince of Wei is very righteous!"

Shangguan Yi, Chu Liang and Wang Ji all applauded.

Kong Yingda, who was grading Ding, saw that his student did not stand on his side and slapped him in the face in public.

He was filled with rage at the moment, his face as black as ink.

His inner disgust towards Li Tai increased greatly.

After grading all the poetry papers, Shangguan Yi, Chu Liang and Wang Ji looked at each other.

I didn’t expect that the poem that Kong Yingda threw away as trash was actually the only poem that won the first prize in the first round!

Thanks to Shangguan Yi for taking a look at it, otherwise this good poem would have been lost in the dust!

They selected the three poems with the highest scores in the first round and transcribed two copies on the spot.

The original poem was presented to Li Shimin and a group of princesses and concubines.

A handwritten copy was presented to a group of prime ministers.

The other handwritten copy was given to an official from the Ministry of Rites to read aloud to the onlookers.

The position where the common people were watching was too far away from the platform, so they could not hear clearly what they were saying. They had to go up to the common people and recite aloud.

The purpose of doing this is to make the people feel involved.

Otherwise, it would be easy for people to become resentful if they just sit here and watch under the scorching sun but hear nothing.

On the middle platform.

The eunuch held the scroll of poetry in both hands and recited it in a rhythmic manner.

The first two poems did not cause much sensation; everyone just nodded in appreciation.

But when he finished reciting the "Liangzhou Ci", everyone's face changed.

Li Lizhi praised it very rarely: "This poem is really well written, with lofty sentiments and profound artistic conception, it deserves the top grade!"

Li Shimin, the battle-hardened emperor, was even more excited, and memories of the wars and battles instantly flooded his mind.

He said with emotion: "Li Zhi is right. This is a poem that will be remembered for thousands of years!"

"Don't laugh, Lord, who is lying drunk on the battlefield. How many people have fought in ancient times."

“It’s so well written!”

After he finished speaking, Li Shimin beckoned to the eunuch and said, "Bring it here for me to see."

"promise."

The eunuch responded, then held up the scroll of poems with both hands and presented it respectfully to Li Shimin.

When Li Shimin looked at the poem scroll with joy, his expression froze in an instant.

"this..."

The corner of Li Shimin's mouth twitched. He had thought that a talented person who could write such a famous poem must be able to write beautiful calligraphy.

I never expected that the handwriting was so ugly!

But as far as I can see, there are no children participating in the poetry reading.

Seeing the change in their father's expression, Li Lizhi, Li Yi and others gathered around him.

"Uh, isn't this what my husband wrote?"

Li Yi thought secretly in his heart.

Then she covered her mouth with her hands and smiled, and silently returned to her original position.

My husband is quick-witted and has unparalleled strategies, but his talent in calligraphy is extremely poor.

She taught her husband to practice calligraphy for several days, but ultimately failed.

Gao Yang curled his lips and said regretfully: "This handwriting is so ugly, even worse than Fang Yiai's. It's a pity to waste such a good poem."

Li Lizhi shook her head: "It doesn't matter if your handwriting is not good enough, you can always improve with practice, but if you don't have talent, you can't write such a good poem."

Not only were people on the high platform discussing it, but even the Prime Minister's stand and the onlookers all let out sighs of varying degrees of satisfaction.

The scholars who attended the poetry meeting saw how big a commotion was caused and began to speculate curiously.

Who wrote the poem that won so many people’s applause?

Could it be a poem he wrote himself?

They felt neither confident nor expectant.

The two incense sticks of rest time passed quickly and time slowly approached evening.

The sun gradually sets in the west, and the setting sun shines on the water, sparkling as if it has illuminated the entire Qujiang Lake in red.

All the princesses and concubines walked to the other side of the viewing platform and enjoyed the beautiful scenery to their heart's content.

Li Shimin also felt something, so he suddenly decided to change the theme of the second round of poetry.

"Dang~"

The gong sounded again.

The ceremonial officer shouted loudly: "Please take your seats back. The second round of poetry writing will begin soon."

After the participants in the poetry reading were seated, he cleared his throat and spoke loudly.

"The second round will be themed around scenery. The time for writing poems is two sticks of incense. It starts now!"

After saying this, he struck the gong again.

Du He looked at the setting sun by the river, his thoughts a little absent-minded, and soon two lines of poetry came to his mind.

This time he didn't think too much and just started writing.

While others were still scratching their heads and thinking hard, Du He had already finished writing the poem.

Fang Yiai was so anxious that he broke out in a sweat when he saw that Du Hewen was full of ideas while he had no idea.

"What should I do? I can't lose to this guy Du He!"

Thinking of the scene of losing to Du He and being despised, scolded and punished by Princess Gao Yang, Fang Yiai's face changed.

But the more anxious he was, the less inspiration he had.

The brush in his hand was almost broken by him.

The same thing happened to Cui Shenji, who was not far behind them.

He only wrote two lines of poetry in the first round, but in the second round, he couldn't even think of two lines of poetry.

"Hey, if I had known I wouldn't have come to join in the fun."

Cui Shenji was sweating profusely due to the sun and felt extremely regretful at the moment.

His eyelids were fighting with each other and he was so sleepy that he wanted to lie down on the table and take a nap.

A sentence that Du He said casually when he went to see him just now suddenly flashed through his mind.

"It's so nice to sleep in the hot sun. Wouldn't it be nice to lie at home?"

Ah!

Choi Sun-ki sat up straight abruptly.

“Isn’t this just half a poem?”

As if there was divine guidance in his mind, the hazy verses gradually appeared clearly in his mind.

"It's nice to sleep soundly under the scorching sun, and another year has passed since autumn and winter."

After writing these two lines of poetry, I suddenly lost all inspiration.

Cui Shenji felt lost.

Looking at the two good poems written on the rice paper, he gritted his teeth and added two more lines.

"Year after year, Hibiscus Garden is bustling with activity."

Cui Shenji put down the brush, opened the folding fan, and nodded.

“This is a complete poem!”

"It looks much better..."