"Brother Feng, I have a merciless request." Zhu Youde patted Feng Yuyue next to him and said rather coquettishly.
Hearing these words, Feng Yuyue was stunned: "Brother Yang, please tell me..."
"I also want to participate in this poetry meeting this time. I wonder if I can participate in Mingde Academy later?" Zhu Youde said.
"You want to participate? Stop joking. It will really make you lose face and lose your fortune. You have to pay attention to your identity."
Before Feng Yuyue could speak, Zheng Ling'er on the side said loudly.
"Are you looking down on me?" Zhu Youde looked at Zheng Ling'er, with a hint of anger in his tone.
"Okay, okay." Feng Yuyue smiled bitterly and said helplessly: "Since Brother Yang is willing, there is nothing wrong with it. Just take a seat."
Everyone sat down one after another, and Zhu Youde also found a place where no one was sitting and sat down.
Zheng Ling'er stood on the other side with her arms folded across her chest.
He used a melon-eating posture, as if he wanted to see the couple embarrassed.
On the table, pens, ink, paper and inkstones have already been placed.
In addition, there are several bottles of sake.
Zhu Youde can be regarded as representing Mingde Academy this time, and although the talents of Mingde Academy have a good relationship with Zhu Youde.
But they didn't take Zhu Youde seriously, mainly because Zhu Youde was not famous.
One aspect of being a talented person is that you have to be talented.
If you are talented, you will definitely be famous.
"This time all the talented people have come to this point, which is really a great success. This time at the Liliang Poetry Society, I hope that all the talented people will start writing poems that will make the ghosts and gods weep."
A female voice came from the Qingluo tent in the distance.
Everyone looked solemn, after all, the person in the account was Empress Daliang.
Zhu Youde felt a little funny when he heard this serious voice.
Luo Xian, who usually spoke softly in front of her, seemed particularly domineering at this time.
During this time, Luo Xian also often learned how to become a queen.
After all, being a queen is not that simple, and there is indeed a lot to learn.
"After discussion at Bowen Pavilion, we have decided on three topics, which are poems. We invite all talented men and women to show off their talents."
As soon as these words came out, several guards moved out a plaque.
On the plaque, a big word "month" was written.
Now that there is a bright moon in the sky, the theme should be the moon.
Taking the month as the title is a relatively common topic.
After all, among poems, romance is the most common and has the most masterpieces.
Just hearing the word "month", a poem immediately appeared in Zhu Youde's mind.
In fact, according to the current cultural development of Daliang, Ci has already been developed.
But this word is actually not particularly important. The main reason is that there are not many people who are good at writing words.
Just like in the prosperous Tang Dynasty, Ci was not taken seriously.
But since Zhu Youde has already thought about it, it is impossible to change it.
Many talented people around have begun to think about it, but not many have written.
The most eye-catching among them should be the Fish Dream Machine.
Sitting next to Zhu Youde is Yuelu Academy.
The one closest to Zhu Youde is an old acquaintance, Zhang Taijian.
Zhu Youde didn't know if he was in conflict with Zhang Taijian, as he could be seen anywhere.
But what makes Zhu Youde strange is that while others are still thinking, Zhang Taijian is already writing furiously.
This really made Zhu Youde think about it. Could it be that this sword is a hidden talent?
Zhang Taijian had a smile on his face as he wrote.
This smile is a confident smile.
Seeing this, Zhu Youde also started to write.
Zhu Youde's handwriting is indeed not very good-looking. Although he has practiced calligraphy before, he is not that proficient in it.
In just one stick of incense, Zhu Youde had already written it.
Just when he was about to hand over the poem, Zhang Taijian stood up next to him.
"Okay!" Zhang Taijian shouted passionately after finishing writing.
When the talented men nearby saw Zhang Taijian's appearance, their eyebrows furrowed slightly.
But after seeing that it was Zhang Taijian, there was nothing he could do.
"I've written it, I've written it." Zhang Taijian raised the paper in his hand and said loudly.
The attendant on the side quickly brought the paper over.
In front of these seats were two female officials.
These two female officials were dedicated to reading out these verses. As soon as one came out, they would read out one.
Zhang Taijian's poems were also delivered to a female official.
Zhu Youde also stood up at this time and said that he had finished writing.
However, many literati present did not pay attention.
After all, this poetry meeting is not a speed test, and fast speed means nothing at all.
The female officer read through the poems first, but after seeing those poems, the female officer's eyes became a little strange.
It seemed that he wanted to laugh, but in this situation, he couldn't laugh out loud.
Seeing the female officer's expression, Zhu Youde was worried that he might be suffering from internal injuries.
Zhang Fu'an, who was on another ship, saw Zhang Taijian and actually handed in his papers first.
The expression on his face was one of great relief.
He did not expect that within a few days of his brother's useless son being sent to the academy, he would already be successful.
This time I can actually write poetry.
"Harm, kid, you're just showing off." Zhang Fu'an shook his head, but his tone was also full of showing off.
When the officials on the side saw this, they also kept complimenting him.
"Read it out, why don't you read it out?" Luo Xian's voice came from Qingluo's account.
The female officer slowly spoke, but she didn't open her mouth for several times.
Finally, under urging, he closed his eyes and spoke slowly: "There is a big moon in the sky, which looks like a big millstone, and there is a beautiful girl underground, who looks like a spring night..."
When she finished reading this poem, the female officer's face was already buried in her chest. She even paused several times while reading the poem.
Although she did not write this poem, she also has a feeling of social death.
After reading this poem, the whole audience fell into a brief silence.
Zhang Taijian, on the other hand, is particularly proud.
Recently, he also studied "Le Weng's Rhyme", and this poem uses the same "Le Weng's Rhyme".
The sky faces the earth, the big one faces the small one, and the moon is compared to a delicate girl.
It’s just one word, absolutely!
But in the next second, the whole audience burst into laughter.
Regardless of the dignitaries or the talented men and women, there was no one who was not laughing.
At the same time, outside the shipyard, a voice was heard reading the poem.
In order to show the grand occasion of this poetry meeting, there will usually be a dedicated person reading it to the people outside, which can be regarded as having fun with the people.
"You bastard, how could my brother have a son like you after a lifetime of honor?" Zhang Fu'an's voice came from another ship.
You can feel Zhang Fuan's anger and despair from this voice.