A burst of commercial flattery made the Zuibai Poetry Party in Prince Jing's Mansion full of love, and the atmosphere was extremely harmonious.
The activity of selecting excellent works is also proceeding in an orderly manner amid the commercial promotion. Ten excellent works have been selected so far. Among them, only the works of Yin Shidan and Zhang Juzheng from Prince Yu's Mansion are on the list, and their rankings are also at the bottom.
"Your Highness, Master Zhu Ping'an has finished his entire poem."
In the cheerful atmosphere of Prince Jing's mansion, the eunuch once again presented the rice paper to Prince Jing.
Qian Dongyang noticed it as soon as the eunuch came in with the rice paper, but he didn't take it seriously and turned a blind eye. With Zhu Ping'an's first two lines as a prelude, Zhu Ping'an's poems could no longer stir up a ripple in Qian Dongyang's heart.
Xu Pu is still the same.
Even Li Dongtang, who was the most curious person at the poetry meeting, now had no curiosity at all about the second half of Zhu Ping'an's poem.
In fact, King Jing didn't care about it at first when he got the Xuan paper.
It was precisely because he didn't care that when he fell on the rice paper and saw the second half of Zhu Ping'an's poem, he couldn't help but exclaimed "Huh" again.
Hearing King Jing's surprised "Huh", Qian Dongyang and others couldn't help but raise their heads from their business flattery and look at the rice paper in King Jing's hand.
Could it be that Zhu Ping'an's poems have reached a new level of badness? !
The first two lines are bad enough, but the last two lines are so bad that they even shocked His Royal Highness Prince Jing. Will Zhu Ping'an's second half of the poem become a doggerel? !
Qian Dongyang and others thought so.
After reading it, King Jing was stunned for a moment before handing the rice paper with the ink still wet in his hand to Qian Dongyang, who was closest to him.
After Qian Dongyang took the rice paper, he turned his gaze to the poem without paying any attention.
Looking at a pair of Xiangjiang jades side by side, they are stained with tears shed by the two concubines.
Having already read the first half of the poem, Qian Dongyang glanced at it and turned his attention to the second half: The Han Dynasty ruled the country for four hundred years, all in the span of Liu Hou's chopsticks.
Huh?!
After seeing the unexpected twist in the second half of the poem, Qian Dongyang's expression was exactly the same as King Jing's, and he couldn't help but let out a cry of surprise.
"Is it really that bad?! Mr. Qian, please let me open my eyes."
Li Dongtang, who was very curious, couldn't help but come forward and widen his eyes with curiosity. After seeing it, he read it out loud:
Looking at a pair of Xiangjiang jades side by side, they are stained with tears shed by the two concubines.
The four hundred years of the Han Dynasty ended in the blink of an eye of Liu Hou!
After reading it, Li Dongtang let out a belated "hiss". With the second half, the poem was completely transformed and added the finishing touch. This poem was no longer an ordinary poem and was worthy of being listed among the top ten best works.
From the whole poem, it seems that Zhu Ping'an did it on purpose. The first half of the poem is tepid, which is to pave the way for the second half. The more insignificant the first half is, the more the second half will be like a silver bottle breaking and water splashing, and iron cavalry rushing out with swords and guns ringing!
After Li Dongtang finished reading, the Zuibai Poetry Gathering fell silent.
A full three seconds passed before the Zuibai Poetry Gathering began to hear sounds and discussions again.
Similar to the poetry gathering in the pergola, some people thought that Zhu Ping'an wrote well, and the top scholar was worthy of being the top scholar, as he actually wrote a poem; but more people thought that Zhu Ping'an was boastful and too arrogant.
"Young man, it's good to be confident, but if you are too confident and arrogant, and only talk big, then you will follow in the footsteps of Zhao Kuo."
"That's right. He has no hair on his face, but he has a big mouth."
"The four hundred years of the Han Dynasty were all in the hands of Liu Hou... How dare a young man like him say that..."
"You are still childish, and you are not ashamed to speak so arrogantly."
This kind of voices that are badmouthing Zhu Ping'an are even more outrageous than those in the Longpeng Poetry Society. They are from Prince Jing's Mansion, and Zhu Ping'an is from Prince Yu's Mansion, so the two sides have different positions. People in Prince Jing's Mansion are even more unwilling to acknowledge Zhu Ping'an's poems in their hearts and words, so the voices dissing Zhu Ping'an are heard one after another.
Actually, Zhu Ping'an is not very old, which gives them a lot of room for criticism.
King Jing sat in the main seat, without making any comment. He tapped the table lightly with his fingers, as if following the singer's beat.
Although Xu Pu did not participate in diss Zhu Ping'an, he was still very touched when he heard the people around him diss Zhu Ping'an. He looked at those who diss Zhu Ping'an with encouraging eyes and silently encouraged them.
"They are young people after all." Qian Dongyang shook his head and sighed.
Qian Dongyang just sighed, and although he didn't say it explicitly, after hearing what he said, everyone dissed Zhu Pingan even more vigorously.
"Your Highness..."
Amidst a burst of diss, the eunuch came trotting over again, holding a piece of rice paper with wet ink.
"Is there anyone next door who writes poetry again?"
"Come to think of it, everyone next door has done what they should do to write poetry, right? The rest are just small fish and shrimps, right?"
"What good poetry can there be next door?"
People were not very curious about this and did not take it seriously.
"Who did it?"
King Jing asked casually before taking the rice paper.
"It was made by Lord Zhu Ping'an." The eunuch handed over the rice paper with wet ink in both hands and replied with his head down.
Zhu Pingan?!
Another one by Zhu Pingan?! This kid actually wrote another one?!
Although I don't want to admit it, the fact is that Zhu Ping'an's last poem was already very good, and I didn't expect him to write another one?!
When everyone heard this, they suddenly became quiet, and the voices of crazy diss of Zhu Pingan also disappeared.
This time, no one took Zhu Ping'an's poems lightly.
The same was true for King Jing.
"Um?!"
After taking the rice paper, when King Jing set his eyes on it, he was already prepared to take it seriously. However, after seeing Zhu Ping'an's work on the rice paper, King Jing once again couldn't control himself and uttered "hmm". The more he looked down, the more excited King Jing seemed to be, and the rice paper in his hand was shaking a little.
After reading it, Prince Jing looked towards Prince Yu's mansion with a sense of loss, then passed the rice paper in his hand to Qian Dongyang.
Qian Dongyang noticed that King Jing's expression had changed just now, so he was more prepared mentally. However, when he saw the "Young Ming Ambition" on the rice paper, he still couldn't help but change color in shock, and then couldn't help but read the work in his hand:
"If a young man is wise, he will be wise; if a young man is rich, the Ming will be rich; if a young man is strong, the Ming will be strong... ... The red sun rises, its path is bright. The river flows out of the underground stream, pouring into the ocean. The latent dragon soars into the abyss, its scales and claws flying. The young tiger roars in the valley, and all beasts are frightened. The eagle tests its wings, and the wind and dust flutter. The exotic flower is born, shining brightly. The dry general is sharpened, and it has its edge. The sky is blue, and the earth is yellow. Even if there are thousands of years, there are eight wildernesses. The future is like the sea, and the future is long. Beautiful is my young Ming Dynasty, which will never grow old with the sky! Strong is my young Ming Dynasty, which will never be bounded with the country!"
... ...
When the first work was finished, the whole room was shocked! Everyone was stunned as if hearing thunder, and they got goose bumps all over their bodies.
Strong encouragement, strong enterprising spirit, strong appeal, strong sense of pride in the Ming Dynasty, strong sense of responsibility... Even though they are no longer young, they can't help but feel their hearts surging and their blood boiling after listening to it, and they have an urge to fight all their lives for our Ming Dynasty to stand at the top of the world, not to mention the teenagers.
It can be imagined that this work would spread throughout the capital and the entire Ming Dynasty like lightning, inspiring generation after generation of young people.
This work will surely be recorded in the history of Ming Dynasty!
Everyone felt that once "Young Ming Ambition" was released, all the excellent works of Zuibai Poetry Society were overshadowed.