While everyone in Prince Jing's Mansion was competing to diss the poetry gathering in the pavilion of Prince Yu's Mansion, the eunuch who had just left came back in a hurry, holding a piece of rice paper with wet ink in his hand.
"Your Highness, Lord Zhu Ping'an next door finally wrote a poem. This is the first sentence he wrote." The eunuch came to King Jing excitedly, holding the rice paper in both hands, and presented it to King Jing like a treasure.
Prince Jing had previously instructed the eunuchs to pay special attention to the news about Zhu Ping'an in Prince Yu's Mansion, so as soon as the news came from Prince Yu's Mansion, the eunuch hurried over to report to Prince Jing without caring that he had not finished writing the poem.
"Well, very good." King Jing nodded.
After the eunuch presented the rice paper, he left again. He guessed that by now the second line of Zhu Ping'an's poem had also been received from Prince Yu's Mansion, and he wanted to present Zhu Ping'an's poem to His Highness as soon as possible.
King Jing picked up the rice paper, took a look at it, and said in surprise, "Huh?"
When Qian Dongyang, Xu Pu, Li Dongtang and others who served under King Jing heard King Jing's surprised voice, they could not help but tense up. Could it be that Zhu Ping'an's poems were too good? ! He actually surprised His Highness? !
“Your Highness, it is better to share happiness with others than to enjoy it alone. A great article should be appreciated together…” Qian Dongyang bowed to King Jing and said with a smile.
"Oh. Haha, please take a look, old man." King Jing smiled and handed the rice paper in his hand to Qian Dongyang.
"Huh?" Qian Dongyang took the rice paper, took a look at it, and exclaimed in surprise, just like King Jing just now.
"Mr. Qian, what's wrong? What was the first sentence Zhu Ping'an wrote?" Li Dongtang couldn't sit still in his chair, so he stood up and asked curiously.
"Haha, take a look for yourself." Qian Dongyang smiled slightly and handed the rice paper in his hand to Li Dongtang.
"A pair of Xiangjiang jades..."
After Li Dongtang took the rice paper, he read the poem on it aloud. After reading it, Li Dongtang muttered with a strange expression, "He is still the top scholar, but this sentence is too mediocre, isn't it?"
"That's right."
"Otherwise, why would His Highness and Mr. Qian be so surprised?"
"It tastes like a scholar, and it makes my teeth sour..."
After hearing Zhu Ping'an's first line of poetry, everyone in Prince Jing's Mansion couldn't help but shake their heads. They very much agreed with Li Dongtang's comments and felt that the poem written by Zhu Ping'an was too ordinary and he was really unworthy of the title of No. 1 Scholar.
"Your Highness, here comes the second line of Zhu Ping'an's poem..."
When everyone was criticizing Zhu Ping'an's first line of the poem, the eunuch came again with rice paper and presented Zhu Ping'an's second line of the poem to King Jing.
This time, King Jing was no longer surprised after reading it. After reading it, he directly handed the rice paper to Qian Dongyang.
Qian Dongyang glanced at it, the corners of his mouth slightly curved downwards, and after reading it, he handed it to Li Dongtang.
"The two concubines once shed tears on the ground..."
Li Dongtang read out this line of poetry again, shook his head again after reading it, and sneered, "Once Zhu Ping'an said this line of poetry, the whole poem has a stronger scholar's flavor, sour, very sour, and no spiritual energy at all..."
"Hahaha… "
"From the world of food and drink to the world of love, haha, the top scholar is really young and hot-tempered..."
"Looking at a pair of Xiangjiang jades side by side, the two concubines once shed tears on them... This is the end of the poem, and there is no need to read on."
Everyone in Prince Jing's mansion burst into laughter and started to diss Zhu Ping'an.
"Your Highness, in my opinion, we don't need to wait for the second half of Zhu Ping'an's poem. His poems are just at this level. According to my statistics, the Prince Yu's Mansion next door already has 16 poems, almost everyone has one. I think it's time to comment on the excellent works." Tu Dade, the third-ranked official in the Prince Jing's Mansion, stood up and bowed and suggested.
The reason why Tu Dade said this was because King Jing said at the beginning of the poetry meeting that when selecting the best works today, the poems of the pergola poetry meeting in Prince Yu's mansion would also be included and selected together with the poems of the Zuibai Poetry Meeting.
As for, if the poems of Prince Yu's Mansion are selected as excellent works and win the prize, Prince Jing will have someone send the prize to Prince Yu's Mansion and specifically give it to the owner of the poem.
"Well, yes, your highness."
"The poems in Prince Yu's mansion are basically all here. As for Zhu Ping'an's poem, I think we don't need to wait for it, haha..."
"That makes sense. The poems in the Pergola Poetry Society are just so-so. Any poem in our poetry society would be a top-notch work in theirs. I don't think there's any need to waste time waiting..."
Tu Dade's proposal was unanimously agreed upon by many people in Prince Jing's Palace.
"Mr. Qian hit someone, Lord Xu, what do you think?" King Jing looked at Qian Dongyang, Xu Pu and others for their opinions.
"It is difficult to go against the public opinion, and it will not be too late to wait and evaluate at the same time." Qian Dongyang thought for a moment and replied.
Xu Pu also nodded when he heard this.
"In that case, let's evaluate and wait." King Jing nodded.
In fact, by now, with the singing girls reciting poems, everyone had a good idea of what good works there were. However, according to the rules, the poems on the table were passed around to everyone for comments and selection.
"The ancient Qinhuai River flows eastward around the old capital. After the war in the south of the Yangtze River, Yu Lancheng was worried to death! This poem by Mr. Wang praises the Qinhuai River and reflects on the past and the present. It can be said to be one of the more outstanding works tonight..."
Xu Pu picked up a poem and recited it aloud while commenting and recommending it.
"Haha, the old stories of the Southern Dynasty are all gone, and the old country is drifting away, and I feel a hundred emotions. The willow shadows follow the chariot to the horizon, and the poplar flowers turn into duckweed on the river... Your Highness, Lord Xu Pu's poem "Guangling" is really eye-catching and thought-provoking. Although there is no best in literature, in my opinion, Lord Xu's "Guangling" is the best tonight, and it deserves it."
After Xu Pu finished speaking, Qian Dongyang picked out Xu Pu's poems from the collection and commented on them while stroking his beard.
"Mr. Qian, you are too kind. How can my poem "Guangling" compare to your poem "Nian Nujiao·Stone City"? My poem is slightly inferior to Mr. Wang's poem that I just read, so how can it compare to your poem "Nian Nujiao·Stone City"?" Xu Pu said, reciting Qian Dongyang's poem with emotion: "The cliff is a thousand feet high, and I borrowed the European knife and Wu axe to cut it into a city. The thousand-mile golden city is endless, and the huge waves are gushing for thousands of miles. Wang Jun's tower ship, with its flags and banners pointing straight, never stopped when the wind was favorable. Torches were set on the bow, and the iron chains were burned easily;
Now spring has gone and autumn has arrived. The river is covered with mist and rain, and thousands of migrating wild geese fly by. The rise and fall of the Six Dynasties are all over the place, and the palaces and pavilions of the Xiaoling Mausoleum are all gone. The mountains are bleak, the river is fierce, and the tide hits the foot of the empty city. A few sounds of fishermen's flutes, and the reeds are rustling in the wind.
"Mr. Qian's work is not inferior to Su Shi's "Reminiscence of the Red Cliff". It recalls the past and the present, and the style is desolate. It expresses the feeling that the wind and clouds are fleeting, but the mountains are eternal. It advises us to use history as a mirror, so that the world can be united."
After Xu Pu finished reading, he highly praised Qian Dongyang's poem.
"No, no..."
Qian Dongyang shook his head modestly, but the smile on his face was very strong.
For a time, Prince Jing's Mansion entered a stage of mutual commercial promotion.