() After everyone circulated this poem by Cui Hao, except for some high-minded people who just lightly commented and praised it, those literati with more relaxed requirements did not hide their praise:

"Cui Xiaolang's song "King Qi Guanji" is really a superb work. The words are exquisite and appropriate to the situation. Although it is a bit out of the ordinary, it is undeniable that considering Cui Xiaolang's current age, it is not easy."

"Yes, to be able to write such a good poem that fits the situation in such a short period of time is really impressive and admirable!"

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When Cui Hao listened to the praises of the crowd, he looked very proud for a moment. He just looked at the red peony on the stage with increasingly fiery eyes, because he knew that only by receiving praise from this famous actor could he be considered a real success.

Perfect.

Cui Hao didn't know that his poem made He Zhizhang, the old man who led the banquet, feel slightly unhappy because the title of the poem was actually called "King Qi's Xi Guanji", but it was clear that he led the banquet. Cui Hao

This poem undoubtedly has the meaning of overshadowing the guest and usurping the host, which made He Zhizhang think that Cui Hao respected King Qi more.

He Zhizhang was naturally proud of a literary man, and he was well-known in the literary world. Even though King Qi had a much higher official rank than him, he did not think that King Qi was qualified to compete with him in literature.

Bao Rong also had a very high vision. Although he did not show disdain for the poems written by this fifteen-year-old boy, he did not feel that there was anything outstanding in his heart. Furthermore, he did not think that Wang Wei, who was two years older than Cui Hao, would

What better work can you write?

Cui Zongzhi was still drinking by himself, his eyes were lazy and blurred, and he didn't have any comments on Cui Hao's poem. It was just average, and he was afraid it wouldn't spread.

In an inconspicuous corner, the beauty disguised as a man seemed to blend into the crowd. Her charming eyes did not show any fluctuations, and there was just a hint of boredom. Presumably, such a banquet today,

She has participated in many events, but Cui Hao's "masterpiece" cannot catch her eye.

Then King Houqi asked Hong Mudan to comment on Cui Hao's poem. At this time, Hong Mudan was extremely unhappy because the last line of the poem "I will also sing and dance, only to serve the king." She felt that this was

It was an insult to her. If she wanted to "serve the emperor", she would have entered the Neijiaofang to accept the training of Emperor Tang. Naturally, she stayed here for the sake of her little freedom.

Moreover, the whole poem is full of a kind of contempt for her. From the title of the poem "Qi Wang Xi Guan Ji", that "ji" can refer to many people, not just her. This makes Hong Mudan, who is very excited, feel unusual

Not happy, she is a big star, not some casual prostitute!

But even so, of course she couldn't say what she was thinking. She just kept a polite smile, and then said without saltiness: "This poem is indeed good. It is straightforward and eloquent, but it may be difficult to sing.

It doesn’t sound that nice.”

Seeing Hong Mudan being so calm, everyone knew that Cui Hao's poem did not impress the famous actress, and what Hong Mudan said was true. Such a poem that resembles a made-to-order poem is indeed not very good when sung.

It is also extremely difficult to spread the word, and there is no specific mention of "red peony" in it, so it has limited effect on improving the reputation of red peony.

Red Peony thought that the most she could do was comment like this, even if the poem did not suit her wishes, she still had to pick out some good points. She suddenly became melancholy again. The feeling of oppression and restraint made her extremely unhappy, and a trace of sadness flashed in her eyes.

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Next, the game continued, and several young literati took their turn. Some were forced to drink wine directly, and some wrote poems. However, their standards were not as high as that of Cui Hao. The opportunity to write poems at such a banquet usually takes turns.

For young scholars who want to increase their reputation, those who are truly literary and already famous will not write poetry easily unless they have a special desire to write poetry.

For a while, the banquet fell from high to low, which made people feel boring.

At this time, Wang Wei had a poem in his belly, but it was never his turn to "beat the drum and pass the flowers", which made him feel anxious and a little anxious, but Cui Zongzhi beside him noticed this very carefully.

Then he directly took the liberty of grabbing the flowers when they were passed to him, which immediately attracted everyone's attention. Many people showed kind smiles. They just thought that this young master of the Cui family wanted to write a poem, so he

this way.

But he didn't expect that at the moment before the music stopped, he passed the flowers to Wang Wei's hands, which immediately aroused more laughter from everyone. Cui Zongzhi said to Wang Wei in his warm and magnetic voice: "I have already

I want to see what kind of poem Mojie can write, and I think Mojie already has a good poem in his heart, so I will write it for Mojie myself, how about it?"

Looking at Cui Zongzhi's kind eyes, Wang Wei smiled gratefully and agreed. Anyway, although he was "worked in cursive script", his calligraphy at this time was indeed only average, and Cui Zongzhi's reputation for being good at running script had long been

It was spread out, so it was natural for me to agree to Cui Zongzhi.

"Wait a minute." came an extremely cold and arrogant voice, and the expression on Wei Zhi's face was uniquely cold and arrogant, "Of course Thirteenth Lang's poems are excellent, but I don't think Mr. Cui's running script is worthy of it.

Thirteenth Lang, and my regular script is very consistent with Thirteenth Lang’s poetry.”

Wei Zhi stared at Cui Zongzhi's sunny and handsome face, his eyes were extremely sharp and cold, his tone was arrogant and cold, and his words could offend the dead. And the two of them had similar family backgrounds. They had both become officials, and their fathers were both.

The former prime minister will undoubtedly inherit the title of Duke in the future. It can be said that the collision between these two proud men makes people expect and fear that it will get out of hand.

But Cui Zongzhi smiled casually and glanced at Wei Zhi playfully. When their eyes met, it was as if lightning flashed again, but instead he explained with a smile: "The meaning of what Mr. Wei said should be to rub him right away."

It makes sense that poems of this kind written by Jie are not suitable for use in running script. Since Mr. Wei has this interest, I won't take away from him."

Wang Wei glanced at Cui Zongzhi gratefully and felt that this man had a very good temper and could be so tolerant of Wei Zhi's attitude.

Wei Zhi did not expect to be able to suppress Cui Zongzhi easily, but he was too lazy to think too much. He just asked people to serve him with pen, ink, paper and inkstone. His calligraphy was excellent, and his signature was also known as "Xi Gong Wuyun Style". He was Xi Gong.

Inherited the title of "Duke of the State of Xi".

Wei Zhi is one of those people who can easily put down his pen, but can write pleasing calligraphy once he does.

The behavior of Cui Zongzhi and Wei Zhi, two extremely "solid" sons from a famous family, who "flattered" Wang Wei undoubtedly made some young literati jealous, hoping that Wang Wei would not be able to write any good poems.

Then you can see Wang Wei making a fool of himself.

Cui Hao's psychology at this time was undoubtedly extremely complicated, because the poems he wrote at this time were definitely the best among all people, but he knew Wang Wei's strength well, and he hoped that Wang Wei's poems would be worse than his own, so that

This would allow him to maintain his number one position, and he also hoped that Wang Wei would write better than himself. After all, this opportunity was given to him by Wang Wei, and he also hoped that his friend would become more famous.

When everyone's eyes were on Wang Wei, Wang Wei took a deep breath and first determined the title of the poem - Red Peony. Wei Zhi then started writing without any hesitation. Even his words were deeply touching.

It has a "noble and cool" atmosphere.

When everyone saw the title of the poem, they couldn't help but cast their eyes on the red peonies on the stage. The two scholars Li Qi and Qiu Wei, who had failed many times, couldn't help but discuss in a low voice:

"It seems that Wang Mojie wants to directly describe the singing of the red peony just now, but he doesn't know how to write it brilliantly?"

"It would be too vulgar to describe this trick directly, and it is difficult to write it brilliantly. No matter how clever the words are, it will only be at the level of Cui Xiaolang just now. This choice of material is really..."

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The discussion between Li Qi and Qiu Wei undoubtedly represented the views of most people. Bao Rong, who had always been unhappy with Wang Wei, had a disdainful sneer on his face. He only felt that Wang Wei would definitely fall into trouble this time, even that Lian Na

Zhang Xu, the "grass sage" who had been looking at Wang Wei, frowned at this time, wondering what Wang Wei was going to write.

Only He Zhizhang, Qi Wang Li Fan and others had confident smiles on their faces, and seemed to have blind trust in Wang Wei's talent. How could he know this?"

Wei Zhi writes with ease and composure.

After everyone heard Wang Wei's poem, they couldn't help but be startled. For a moment, they didn't react. The whole place was quiet. Bao Rong, who had always been prejudiced against Wang Wei, had not yet tasted the poem after hearing it.

Bento made the first move and mocked: "Wang Mojie, you are writing about flowers, not people! It is completely inconsistent with the theme that King Qi just mentioned. This is really ridiculous..."

Before Bao Rong could finish speaking, Cui Zongzhi suddenly stood up and stared at the famous actress on the stage wearing a green gauze jacket and a red underskirt, and said loudly: "Wonderful, wonderful! It is indeed what it says.

Red peony, a pun."

Everyone was attracted by Cui Zongzhi's exaggerated movements, and followed Cui Zongzhi's gaze to look at the famous actress Red Peony on the stage. The melancholy emanating from Red Peony's body was finally captured by many people...

Wang Wei's poems and Wei Zhi's calligraphy were circulated for a long time and were savored for a long time. Gradually, the quiet scene gradually became a little exciting, because everyone tasted the ingenuity of this poem!

Looking at the whole poem alone, it seems that it is just about ordinary red peonies, but in fact, it completely describes all the characteristics of the famous red peony, especially the last two sentences, which are simply the finishing touch. Wang Wei even

It keenly captures the inner sadness of Red Peony!

Bao Rong, who had already reacted, turned red on his face, because what he had just accused Wang Wei of was wrong, but it was the beauty of the whole poem. It looked like it was about flowers, but what it was really about was people. If you are in a normal mood,

Bao Rong would definitely not make such a mistake, but because he wanted to give Wang Wei so much trouble, he failed to appreciate the beauty of the whole poem for a while, and instead looked for thorns in a hurry. This is really embarrassing.

Already...

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