Traveling through Du He, Li Chengqian's rebellion begins

"clang!"

The death-threatening gong sounded again.

The ceremonial officer said loudly: "Time is up, stop writing!"

Fang Yiai looked at the two lines of poetry on the table in a daze, with a hint of sadness on his face.

He turned his head and saw the rice paper on Du He's desk. Although he couldn't see the specific words clearly, the four lines of poetry proved that Du He had written a complete poem.

This time it was even more sad.

After the officials from the Ministry of Rites collected the poems, they sealed them with ease and then took them for scoring.

This time, it’s still time to rest for two incense sticks.

Rating high platform.

Shangguan Yi looked at the extremely ugly words in front of him and his face lit up with joy.

"I unexpectedly encountered the poem written by Dacai this time!"

He began to look carefully with anticipation.

"Song of the Dusk River?"

"It's getting close to dusk, and Qujiang is in front of us. This poem is very suitable for the scene."

He murmured a few words under his breath and then recited them aloud.

"A ray of setting sun spreads over the water, half of the river is rustling and half of the river is red."

"I like the 15th night of August best, when the fog is like smoke and the moon is bright."

"Midnight River Song" is a seven-character quatrain written by the Tang Dynasty poet Bai Juyi. The last two lines of the poem are "How pitiful the third night of September, the dew is like pearls and the moon is like a bow."

Du He felt that it was Mid-Autumn Festival now, and if he wrote down the original poem, it would not be appropriate.

So I made some modifications based on the last two lines of the original poem.

Although the revised poem is not as good as the original one, the impact is not that great.

Because the essence of this poem lies in the first two sentences.

When Chu Liang and Wang Ji heard the poem Shangguan Yi recited, they gathered around him again.

"A ray of setting sun spreads over the water, half of the river is rustling and half of the river is red."

After they finished reading the first sentence, they turned around in astonishment and looked at the spacious Qujiang River below.

I saw a ray of setting sun spreading on the water, and most of the river surface was dyed red.

The breeze blew, the water ripples, and the entire surface of the water became sparkling.

It’s so appropriate for the occasion!

Wang Ji said excitedly: "This poem deserves to be rated as top grade!"

Chu Liang also nodded in approval.

Hearing that there was another first-class poem, Li Tai wondered if it was written by the talented person with ugly handwriting, so he walked over to take a look.

Sure enough it was him!

Apart from that great talent, there is no other person who could have written the words of Spring Earthworms and Autumn Snakes.

After reading the poem carefully, Li Tai was also impressed by the first two lines.

"I think it's very good, please give it a first-class rating!"

Seeing that everyone said so, Shangguan Yi directly wrote the three words "A-grade" on it.

As for Kong Yingda's opinion, it is not that important at this moment.

Wang Ji suggested: "The scenery is just right now, please present this poem to your majesty, the officials and the people."

"Otherwise, by the time we finish writing the rest of the poetry review, the sun will set, which won't be so beautiful."

His proposal was unanimously agreed by several other people.

On the middle viewing platform.

After the eunuch recited "Song of the Dusk River", Li Yi hurried over, took Li Shimin's arm and said.

"Father, please come over here and take a look. This poem is very appropriate for the current scenery."

Li Shimin stood up and looked at Qujiang with his daughter and concubines. He couldn't help but admire it.

“What a beautiful scene, what a beautiful poem!”

He usually reviewed memorials in Ganlu Hall at this time, and he hadn't seen such a beautiful scenery for many years.

At this moment, Li Shimin felt relaxed all over and was in a very happy mood.

Li Zhi, who had a very low sense of presence, did not go with them to watch the sunset or the river scenery.

While no one was paying attention, he walked to the edge of the platform again.

The beautiful woman in red below, under the lighting of the setting sun, looks like a fairy from heaven, so beautiful beyond words.

As if she sensed something, the woman in red also raised her head and looked in his direction.

She blinked and smiled brightly.

Love it!

Li Zhi's heart was beating violently, as if it was about to jump out at any time.

At this time, Du He also noticed that Li Zhi was acting strangely.

Following his gaze, Du He spotted a young woman in red in the front.

Not far from her, there were several burly guards standing, and their eyes were always on the people around the woman.

Du He couldn't see her face and didn't know who she was.

However, there were palace guards guarding him, and Li Zhi didn't know him, so his identity was revealed.

This person is an unknown young concubine!

"Li Zhi, this boy, is in love!"

"But, isn't it too bold to steal his father's girl?"

Du He was shocked when he thought about how Li Zhi got involved with Wu Meiniang after he ascended the throne.

Wu Meiniang!

Among the concubines in Li Shimin's harem, she seems to be the youngest.

Shit, these two are eye-catching!

While Du He was surprised, the sun quickly set and the sky began to gradually darken.

Outside the poetry reading.

More and more people came, more than six times the number during the day, and many people came with their families.

Their only goal is to enjoy a free and rich meal.

I'll also enjoy the Mid-Autumn Festival moon watching with His Majesty.

What a pleasure!

As the sky grew darker, countless candles were lit all around.

Lanterns are also hung on the three tall viewing platforms and surrounding trees.

In addition, more than ten bonfires were lit in an open space far away from the crowd.

"clang!"

The gong sounded and the last round of poetry reading began.

The ceremony officer shouted loudly: "The last round, themed on Mid-Autumn Festival, will last for two sticks of incense!"

When Du He saw this poem, he didn't hesitate at all.

"The four characters of "Song of Water Melody" leap out on the paper."

In the last round, most people spent the shortest time thinking, and some even started writing without thinking at all.

Because everyone guessed that the questions in the last round would be related to Mid-Autumn Festival.

Many people prepared poems related to Mid-Autumn Festival in advance.

It can be said that the last round of competition is the most intense.

Time flies, and the full moon gradually climbs to the middle of the sky.

The silver light shines and the moon is full on the world.

"Dang~"

The gong sounded, and then a loud shout came: "The poetry writing time is over, stop writing."

Half a quarter of an hour later, "Song of Water Melody", which was rated as A, was taken to the high platform in the middle and recited.

"When will the bright moon come? Ask the sky for wine."

"..."

"People have sorrows and joys, and the moon is cloudy and clear. This matter is hard to come by in ancient times."

"May we live long and enjoy the beauty of the moon together even though we are thousands of miles apart."

"Water Melody" by Su Shi, a great writer of the Song Dynasty, is recognized as the masterpiece of Mid-Autumn Festival poems.

After a long time.

Li Shimin held the scroll of poetry and said with deep emotion: "After this poem is published, no one will dare to write a poem about Mid-Autumn Festival!"

Li Lizhi looked at the familiar words and said in confusion, "I don't know who this great talent is. The three poems he wrote in a row are all masterpieces that will be remembered for thousands of years."

Amid much anticipation, the top ten of the Mid-Autumn Poetry Festival were selected.

The ceremonial officer shouted loudly: "Now we will announce the top ten candidates for this Mid-Autumn Poetry Festival. Those whose names are called later, please go to the middle platform to receive your reward."

"No. 38, No. 168, ... No. 666, No. 1500."

Many people who had prepared for half a year but whose numbers were not called felt like the sky was falling.

Sighs were heard everywhere.

Du He stood up holding the wooden sign and prepared to walk towards the platform.

Fang Yiai was stunned. He asked stupidly, "Du He, where are you going? That's the direction to receive the award. You have to go to the side to use the toilet."

"Hey, Fang Lao Er, you'll know later."

“No…No way!”

Fang Yiai watched Du He walk step by step towards the platform in the middle, his eyes almost popped out.

Is this guy Du He in the top ten?