"Baiyun, is it difficult?"
Just as everyone sneered at Li Kuan, Wu Jue slowly stood up and walked to Li Kuan's side, looking suspiciously at the bachelor on the first floor. Suddenly, the whole house was shocked, and the crows looked at Wu Jue silently, seeing that she was not at all embarrassed, which made everyone bow their heads in contemplation, and thought to themselves: "Could it be that the princess can do it too?"
This thought hovered in everyone's minds for a long time, and the shock, bitterness, disdain and humiliation all appeared on their faces. If someone else said this, they could still bear it, but a woman said that even if Wu Huigui was the princess, she still angered the many scholars in the audience, feeling like they were greatly humiliated and indignant.
"Of course it's not difficult!" Li Kuan took the conversation, gently holding Wu Jue's hand, and smiled: "How about a poem with a hundred rhymes?"
Wu Hui glanced at the many scholars, and said with some embarrassment: "Baiyun is still a bit difficult, so it's better to start simple!"
"Please enlighten me!" Li Kuan said very cooperatively, and Wu Jue cleared his throat and chanted: "On the eve of Mid-Autumn Five-Year Plan, Qingyou is going to go to the Yuan Dynasty. The sky is full of skies, and the earth is full of orchestras. There are a few wild flying lights, who's home. Not Qixuan. Cut and cut in the light cold wind, good night scenes. Contesting for cakes and mocking yellow hair, splitting and laughing for green men.... Zhongming Weicui Temple, chicken singing in Daoxiang Village. If there is happiness and sorrow, no worry, no worry, no trouble. Fang. Love is only self-directed, and who is elegant and interesting to say to. After all, I am tired, and make tea more detailed."
"Three... Thirty-five rhymes!" Wu Yu finished singing, Zheng Xuanguo was dumbfounded, and the others were dumbfounded, unable to express their feelings in words, even Kong Yingda was incredibly wide-eyed, and silently praised in his heart. : "It's really a good poem!"
The melodious, crisp voice slowly chanted, which not only made many scholars dumbfounded, but even Prince Li Chengqian, Prince Concubine Su Clan, Wei Wang Li Tai and others looked at each other. Especially Su Clan was even more shocked. She was also familiar with Wu Jue, but I don't know if she has such a talent, even she is ashamed of herself.
Those scholars who were still suspicious of Wu Jue before slapped their faces, bowing their heads without complacency, embarrassed and embarrassed. Even Zheng Xuanguo, who initiated the challenge, stood in awe at this moment, admiring Wu Hui, this 35-rhyme poem indeed fits the gentle and graceful temperament of a woman.
Even though some people suspected that this poem was not written by Wu Shuo, they could not find any evidence. Because this thirty-five-rhyme poem is the seventy-sixth verse of the Dream of Red Mansions written by the writer Cao Xueqin in the Qing Dynasty. It is not written by one person, but a poem composed of Lin Daiyu, Shi Xiangyun, and Miaoyu.
The Dream of Red Mansions is one of the four great masterpieces. Perhaps in the minds of men, they prefer the Romance of the Three Kingdoms and so on. In women's minds, Dream of the Red Mansions is the favorite. Each character is very successful. This is also Wu Juo’s favorite masterpiece. Even if more than ten years have passed, it is still fresh in my memory.
"Where did this poem come from?" Li Kuan asked in a low voice. Wu Hui quietly told him where it came from. Li Kuan suspiciously asked, "Is there this poem?"
Wu Hui gave Li Kuan a blank look and ignored him. This is the classic classic in her mind. Li Kuan's doubts are mainly because he hasn't read it carefully. If he talks about other classics, he is absolutely catchy, except This one is not in his favorite range. The fastest full text of 噺⒏⑴祌 んττρs:/м.χ八㈠zщ.còм/
Li Kuan and Wu Jue were whispering, and everyone saw that it was a different matter. It was flirting and cursing in front of them. It was so eloquent. In broad daylight, there were people who acted like this, but they were taken by force. Sui's poem was so shocked that she couldn't speak, so she had to watch the two flirting and cursing, and she was already crazy.
Li Kuan looked at the many scholars below silently, and some were still immersed in the artistic conception of this poem, carefully savoring, looking at Zheng Xuanguo and asking: "Are you still better than you?" The genius remembered 噺バ for a second. One Chinese 8/1/z/o/m/
Zheng Xuanguo blushed, ashamed, and still replied stiffly: "Naturally, if your Royal Highness can chant a poem with a hundred rhymes, you will be willing to worship the wind! Although this poem has 35 rhymes, it is not written by your highness. The work of the princess does not count!"
"If this is the case, then I will let you see and see today!" Li Kuan smiled calmly, and said calmly: "Remembering when I was in Zhenguan, I first joined the school division. I was given the same name on the same day, and I know everything in my heart. I have nothing in my heart. Separately, there are two uninhibited forms. Unruly is young, idle is the humble official.... Today, when you scratch your head in the sky, who will succumb to you. If you are sick, you will know the night forever, and the elderly will feel sad. I chanted a thousand words, I sent a lady because of an order."
This is a poem of Bai Juyi's hundred rhymes. It comes from the poetry of Bai Juyi and one hundred rhymes. It was written when Bai Juyi was a bachelor of the Hanlin. These two lines are about Yuan Zhen's longing for Yuan Zhen, so that he feels uneasy and does not drink alcohol. Drunk, still hungry even after eating. However, Li Kuan slightly modified the first sentence and the latter sentence. Although it changed its meaning, it still made sense. It was just that the thoughts of his friends became Li Kuan's thoughts of Wu Shuo.
Experts will know if there is any!
Li Kuan gave up with a continuous breath, the lower scholars and Li Tai and others were so shocked that their jaws fell, the smiles on their faces were stiff, and their pale complexions slapped their faces again. When Li Kuan made thirty-five rhymes, it was already unbelievable. In a blink of an eye, he reached fifty rhymes, and then eighty to Baiyun.
If Wu Jue’s thirty-five rhyme poems are amazing, then Li Kuan’s hundred rhyme poems are earth-shattering. Even Kong Yingda has to admit that Li Kuan’s talent is unparalleled at this time. one person.
The poetry of Baiyun was unheard of, and Li Kuan could say that he could do it, which caused those who were not convinced to shut their mouths. The second part of the fighting poem Li Kuan Yiqi Juechen, the skill defeated many scholars, even the eldest grandson. Ji, Fang Xuanling and the others were stunned.
A gloomy flash appeared in Li Chengqian’s eyes, fleeting, and a smile appeared on his face. Zheng Xuanguo and others were pale. They could not make such a poem of rhyme. Zheng Xuanguo was the first to challenge Li Kuan. Rubbing on the ground, there is a fiery pain on this face.
Even if Li Kuan didn't slap him in the face, Zheng Xuanguo still felt slapped in the face, and he had to bow and salute to apologize. When everyone saw Li Kuan's talent with their own eyes, they shut up, and no one could find any excuses to refute at this time.
If someone does not know how to stand up to refute it, the premise is that the other party can also make a poem of a hundred rhymes, and no one in the Tang Dynasty can match it. In the poem contest of the poem contest, Li Kuan alone won the first prize. Even Wu Hui's thirty-five rhyme poems are impressive, let alone Baiyun poems.
"Do you want to continue?"
"No... No need, let's go down the wind!"
Li Kuan looked at Zheng Xuanguo with a smile. The latter's complexion was blue and purple, and instantly turned red, bowed his head and retreated. Li Kuan's gaze swept towards the others again, and no one dared to stand up to take it, and finally looked towards The embarrassing Kong Yingda, the latter also did not dare to look at Li Kuan.
"You are not ashamed of poetry, can you be my opponent when you recite poems?"
Li Kuan's face was as usual, and his heart was already happy, and he took a deep look at Li Tai and others. Even Li Chengqian quietly turned his face under Li Kuan's gaze, not daring to look directly at him, but Kong Yingda waited. The trap of people was completely broken by Li Kuan's poem. (End of this chapter)