Chapter 87 "Shuitu Song Head"

Li Longji was so popular that he was afraid that others would not hear him. It was really a harm to others.

Everyone heard it and kept shaking their heads. This Li Longji was too damaged.

"Yes." Wu Zetian's face sank and she glared at Li Longji.

Wu Sansi is already embarrassing enough, and Li Longji also publicly advised him, is it because he thought Wu Sansi was not embarrassing enough?

No matter what, Wu Sansi is her nephew. Wu Sansi is embarrassed, and she also loses her face.

"Did you count it? Do you want me to teach you how to count the wine glasses?" Li Longji felt that he was not enough, and his tone became higher, and shouted at Wu Sansi.

"You..." The cold sweat on Wu Sansi's forehead surged out like a fountain, and she wanted to find a crack in the ground to get into it.

He really regretted it at this time, but now that things have come to this, what's the use of regret?

"Li Longji, please be proud, you haven't recited poetry yet. Maybe your poetry is worse than that." No matter what, Wu Sansi is from the Wu family, and he was embarrassed. Wu Chengsi was embarrassed and had no face and had to speak out to help.

"Or, let's make a bet. If my poem is better than him, you can learn from a dog..." Li Longji raised his throat and yelled, but interrupted Wu Zetian.

"Sanlang, don't talk nonsense during the banquet." Wu Zetian certainly knew that Li Longji was obsessed with letting Wu Sansi learn to bark. Whether this bet or not, Wu Sansi would be shameless, so she had to stop it.

"Your Majesty..." Li Longji wanted to say something else, but scolded Wu Zetian again.

"Sanlang, if you want to recite poems, just recite poems; if you don't recite poems, just sit down, don't be noisy." Wu Zetian's face darkened.

According to her understanding of Li Longji, once this kid gets into trouble, he will never stop until he achieves his goal and must not let him cause trouble.

"I dare to ask the King of Chu, your poem is..." Shangguan Wan'er understood what Wu Zetian meant and hurriedly interrupted.

"I don't recite poems, I write lyrics." Li Longji replied.

"Writing lyrics? Are you able to do it?" Wu Chengsi sneered.

Ci was already emerging in the Tang Dynasty, but it was not as popular as poetry. There were not many people writing lyrics, which was considered an unpopular. In modern terms, lyrics were not mainstream.

"Writing lyrics?" Everyone was surprised. They never expected that Li Longji chose an unpopular one.

"What word do you mean?" Wu Zetian was also a little curious.

"When will the bright moon come? Let's ask the sky with wine?" Li Longji picked up the wine glass, held it high in front of him, looking up at the sky, looking at the sky with a questioning look.

"When will the red sun come? I raise my cup to ask the sky." Wu Chengsi's lips cracked and he sneered: "This is also called a lyric? I can do it, it's better than you."

Li Longji made Wu Sansi lose face. When everyone's eyes came, Wu Chengsi was always indispensable. Wu Chengsi was very unhappy and seized the opportunity to ridicule Li Longji.

"It's appropriate to the situation, but..." Wu Zetian shook his head, feeling a little regretful.

Now is the time when the moon rises eastward. Although these two sentences are suitable, they are not very good.

"It's much better than the one with the surname Wu." Li Dan was relieved. As long as Longji's words were not worse than Wu Sansi, he would save his face.

"It's neither good nor bad." Everyone said in their hearts.

"I don't know what year it will be today in the palace in the sky." Li Longji continued to chant.

"What year is the palace in the sky? What's your business?" Wu Chengsi continued to mock him.

"Yeah, it's a bit interesting." Wu Zetian nodded, with admiration in his eyes.

Everyone nodded in appreciation.

"I want to ride the wind, but I am afraid that the jade building and jade buildings will be colder at high places." Li Longji shook his head, looking intoxicated.

"Can you have wings..." Wu Chengsi still had a negative attitude and retorted. However, he was interrupted by a cheerful voice just after he was halfway through his words.

"good!"

"good!"

Shocking cheers sounded like thunder.

"This..." Wu Sansi and Wu Chengsi heard Ru Lei's cheers, their faces looked very bad and gloomy.

"It's so cold at a high place, good!" Wu Zetian tapped his hands and praised with a loud look of gratitude, and praised: "This statement is similar to Song Yu's 'Qu Gao and Wu'."

"That's right." A concise sounded.

"Quogao and no one" comes from "Ask to the King of Chu" by Song Yu, a great writer of Chu State in the Spring and Autumn Period. This is a very famous allusion and is similar to the artistic conception of "the high place is too cold".

"Dancing and playing with the clear shadows, it's like being in the world." Li Longji chanted in a stern manner.

"..." Wu Zetian and the others focused their heads, with a look of enjoyment on their faces, but did not speak.

Why do you need to say too much about such a masterpiece? There is no need to praise it anymore.

Wu Sansi and Wu Chengsi's faces became even more ugly.

"Turn the red pavilion, lower the beautiful house, and shine without sleep. There should be no hatred, so why should we be farewell?" Li Longji's chanting was particularly loud.

"good!"

"good!"

A thunderous cheer sounded, shaking the roof of Xianju Hall trembled.

"People have joys and sorrows, and the moon has phases and waxing, and this matter is difficult to be complete in ancient times." Li Longji's tone was slightly higher.

"Surp!" Wu Zetian jumped up as if he had a spring.

Not only Wu Zetian stood up, but Di Renjie, Wang Xiaojie, and everyone stood up.

"Ba!Ba!Ba!Ba!" They not only stood up, but also slapped hard. For a moment, the applause was like thunder.

This sentence is a masterpiece of eternal songs, and is a classic quote from Su Dacaizi's song "Shuitu Songtou". It is praised by countless future generations. Wu Zetian and others are knowledgeable. Can they not stand up and high-five to praise it?

"..." Wu Sansi and Wu Chengsi were stunned for a long time, and also stood up mechanically.

If you sit still, it will be too conspicuous and you will definitely be "killed" to death by everyone's eyes.

They were reluctant to stand up, but the situation was so they had to stand up.

This is enough to enjoy, but there is something that makes them enjoy more. Li Longji chanted: "I hope people will live long and share the beauty of the moon together from thousands of miles away."

"..." Li Longji's chant was just right, but no one applauded him.

It’s not that they don’t want to applaud, but that they are immersed in such a wonderful artistic conception and look intoxicated, and they are actually fascinated.

"good!"

"good!"

"Ba!Ba!Ba!"

After a while, everyone woke up, raised their voices and applauded hard.

"Okay, okay, good Sanlang!" Wu Zetian looked at Li Longji with a red face, looking at him with joy.

Li Longji recited such wonderful words in front of so many people, which made her a lot of face. Her face was earning a lot of money, and she couldn't help but feel unhappy.

"Sanlang actually has such a talent, haha!" Li Dan laughed wildly, his face full of joy.

As a father, can he not be happy with such an outstanding son?

"Third brother, you are so amazing. You are ashamed of your brother." Li Chengqi was both appreciative and ashamed.

Li Longji is so promising that he, the elder brother, is overshadowed.

"You guys, who is the leader tonight?" Wu Zetian asked with a smile.

"King of Chu!" A shocking shout sounded, from the mouths of everyone.

If the word Li Longji cannot win the title, who else can win the title? Even the poems Zhang said cannot compare with.

First of all, the word Li Longji is very beautiful, as beautiful as a fairy music, and is intoxicating.

Secondly, it is also very suitable for the Mid-Autumn Festival.

In Chinese history, there are many poems describing the Mid-Autumn Festival, but Su Dacaizi's poem "Shuitu Songtou" is the best, but no one is better than him.

"Everyone raises your glasses." Wu Zetian smiled and picked up the wine glass and said, "We will spend the festival here tonight, but our thousands of soldiers are stationed in the borders and officials handling government affairs in various places. They are very hard-working. What I want to tell you is: I have not forgotten you! I will thank you for borrowing Sanlang's words: I have 'sharing the beauty of the moon with you thousands of miles away'."
Chapter completed!