The sudden incident caused Bai Song's thoughts to be interrupted.
Bai Song had many poems about chrysanthemums in his mind, but if he had to limit the topic to a specific topic, Bai Song could not find a relevant work for a while.
The old man came forward with a small piece of paper with four questions, indicating Bai Song's choice. Everyone's eyes were focused on it, full of expectation.
Bai Song hadn't chosen yet, but the princess next to him laughed and said, "Why don't you let me choose two questions for Mr. Bai? I'll choose the questions of Wenju and Yongju. What do you think, Mr. Bai?"
The princess has said it, so how can Bai Song have any choice?
Today is a time to rush the ducks to the shelves, and Bai Song has no way to retreat.
The old man took the remaining two questions out of the water pavilion and hurried away.
Bai Song glanced over there and thought to himself, are there any talented people out there? Why are they still refusing to show up?
"Sir, you don't have much time, so you have to work harder."
Princess Danyang said with a smile, handed the note to Bai Song, and then pointed to the warm tea at the door. The warm air on the tea surface was looming, and it would be completely cool in a few breaths.
The surrounding literati were playing drums secretly, thinking that time was so tight that if they were asked to come, it would be difficult to complete just one song, let alone two songs.
In addition, it was a sudden proposition, so it was impossible to prepare in advance.
This test of the princess is really difficult.
At this time, the prince, who had been doing nothing for a long time, finally turned around, walked straight to the door, stared at the cup of warm tea, touched it, and suddenly clapped his hands with joy: "Interesting, interesting, this prince writes poems, ten cups
Not enough tea! You guys are having so much fun writing poems, so I’m here to join in the fun.”
The literati around him rarely interrupted and said with a smile: "If the prince is interested in writing poems, it will be a worthwhile trip for us."
"Bah! Who said that this prince wants to write poetry?"
As he said that, he picked up the warm tea with one hand and drank it all in one gulp!
Then he smiled slyly, threw the tea cup to the ground, and laughed loudly: "Hahaha... the tea is gone, it's time!"
Everyone was stunned. His Royal Highness suddenly intervened and caused such a scene.
How much time has passed? It’s probably less than three minutes, right?
"Cheng Qian, don't mess around."
The princess looked down at the prince with a bit of anger.
The prince pretended to disappear and shouted happily: "Quick, quick, quick! They have written down the poem. The time has come and no one is allowed to think about it. Where is Old Man Liu?! Come out here, Prince! Don't think about it! Ha!"
Haha... You haven't thought about it. It seems that I care about the fish in the water, but in fact I have been eavesdropping on your conversation! I call you rotten literati gossips, but I like to see you make a fool of yourself! Write poems and write poems.
, Mr. Bai, hurry up and write down the poem."
In a hurry, Old Man Liu left and came back again, holding a piece of scrawled text in his hand: "Your Highness, this time is too short..."
"Nothing is long or short. I only know how to adapt to circumstances. If it's a samurai competition, how can there be a set time for you? If you can't cope with emergencies, you will be dead in the blink of an eye. Today, the prince is going to test their adaptability. Auntie
, are you right?"
After hearing this, Princess Danyang shook her head helplessly and smiled: "Then it's up to you."
"Hahaha... Come on, come on, let me see what old man Liu wrote about the genius?"
"Prince, the time is too short, that young master hasn't even finished writing a single poem."
"Whatever you write down counts, show me."
While talking, Li Chengqian snatched the poem from the old man's hand and read it out in front of everyone without even reading it.
“Leaning on the railing, looking at the water, recalling autumn thoughts, picking flowers without waiting for them to be full.
There is no trace in the clear water of Huangtang. Yesterday I picked flowers and now I am breaking branches.
After thinking about it, my heart will fly away, and a few scholars will write poems in their free time."
"Is it over?" Li Chengqian spread his hands and frowned, "Isn't this a missing sentence?"
The prince looked dissatisfied, but the literati inside were quite surprised when they heard this.
In this short moment, someone outside actually composed six sentences, which, if you listen carefully, have some charm and are suitable for the time and situation, which is quite rare.
If it were anyone present, no one could perform like this.
"Who is writing poetry out there?"
"This is definitely not an unknown person. He is so talented and learned, and it is rare to see him in Chang'an."
After hearing this, the princess nodded slightly, smiled and said to everyone in the room: "Do you have any comments?"
"Auntie, what else are you commenting on? I haven't even finished this poem yet!"
"Cheng Qian, don't be ridiculous. It's rare for this person to write six sentences in such a short period of time. If you are so serious, you are forcing others to do something difficult."
Li Chengqian waved his hand and threw away the poem: "It's boring, it's really boring! I've been making trouble for a long time, and you don't want to play with me. You still have to hold a broken poem back and forth. It's really sad."
As soon as Li Chengqian finished speaking, a palace maid ran over and said, "Mr. Liu, the young master came out with his last two sentences."
"Oh? So fast!"
While several people were talking, the unknown author sent the last two sentences.
Everyone was surprised again, and the old man asked in horror: "The master has finished it? Quickly show me what the last two sentences are?"
The old man picked up a piece of paper brought by the palace maid and recited in front of everyone: "Who can blame me for the yellow flower disease? The yellow flower knows that my heart is wet."
The whole place was silent!
There are eight rounds in this game, lasting only three to five minutes.
The person outside the scene is so talented. He not only wrote the title "Recalling Chrysanthemums", but also expressed the depression in his heart about not being recognized for his talent. The lyrics are neat, the rhythm is steady, and there are no big loopholes. Even if there are minor flaws, it was written in such a short time.
What kind of bike do you want?
Even Bai Song was very surprised and couldn't help but muttered it again.
“Leaning on the railing, looking at the water, recalling autumn thoughts, picking flowers without waiting for them to be full.
There is no trace in the clear water of Huangtang. Yesterday I picked flowers and now I am breaking branches.
After thinking about it, my heart goes far away, and there are only a few scholars who have time to write poems.
Who would pity me because of the yellow flower disease? The yellow flower knows that my heart is wet."
"This is Lu Yao!" Bai Song read the poem again and determined the author of the poem in his heart.
It’s definitely Lu Yao who disappeared after arriving!
As for why?
Bai Song could tell at a glance that this work was exactly the same as Lu Yao's "Water Melody Song". One poem and one line seemed to have no connection, but the temperament of the article inside was completely the same. If it wasn't Lu Yao, Bai Song would never believe it!
This Lu Yao is really amazing. In the blink of an eye, he wrote a seven-melody poem.
After a short silence, the princess took the lead in breaking the silence with applause.
"Amazing! I have never seen anyone write such an outstanding poem in such a short period of time. Although this poem "Recalling Chrysanthemums" is not as good as Shui Tiao Song, it is a rare masterpiece in Chang'an in recent days.
Already."
After the princess, everyone agreed and sighed in various ways, saying it was good.
The waterside pavilion is enlivened by poetry. There are fewer people in this small garden than in the big garden outside, but the liveliness is not reduced at all.
While the literati were admiring their admiration, Li Chengqian walked up to Bai Song and raised his hand: "Quiet! You have been talking for a long time, but you haven't seen Bai Song Shui, the water tune singer! They have been talking for so long,
You are secretly thinking here, you are so cunning! It is understandable that the person outside can do one song, but you cannot do this, you must write two songs! Otherwise, I will declare that the person outside is the winner."
Bai Song was prepared to deal with it, but when he knew that the person fighting against him outside was Lu Yao, something changed in his heart. He thought about making all kinds of promises in front of his master when he came here, not to fight with Lu Yao, but to support each other. There was something else in his heart.
idea.
Although this Lu Yao is not a big deal, his talent and learning are real, and even the Bai Song Dynasty has to admire him. The victory of the Bai Song Dynasty is just that he is familiar with ancient and modern poetry, and the literature of poetry alone is not enough to compare with it.
.
In addition, after listening to this guy's song "Recalling Chrysanthemums", I knew that he was eager to have unappreciated talents. Today was a rare opportunity to show it in front of the prince, and Bai Song did not want to dismantle him.
If Lu Yao can be appreciated by the prince today and submit to the East Palace from now on, Lu Yao's wish will be fulfilled and he will save himself a lot of trouble.
Thinking of this, Bai Song was happy to push Lu Yao, then shook his head and handed over his hand: "Your Highness, the common people have given up! The time just now was too short, I didn't think of a word. I really let the prince down."
"What? You didn't even think of a single sentence?! You are the one who wrote Shui Tiao Ge Tou! The legendary genius who is the best in the world!" Li Chengqian frowned, looking very dissatisfied.
Princess Danyang also frowned and asked, "Is what the young master said true?"
"The grass-roots people also said that poetry can be written as you wish. The grass-roots people are not in their minds at the moment. The inspiration has not arrived, and they cannot force it. If they make the princess laugh, they are willing to ask the princess to punish her."
"You...you are so disappointing!" Li Chengqian pointed at Bai Song angrily.
Princess Danyang sighed slightly: "Hey, that's all. I can't write a poem. It's too harsh to punish me."
No one was surprised by Bai Song's reply.
Because it is normal not to be able to write it down, but it is problematic to write it down in such a short time.
The literati each smiled, exchanged glances, and understood. They would definitely publicize Bai Song's performance in front of the prince and princess when they leave today.
The myth of Shui Tiao Ge Tou has been shattered today!
Everyone feels relieved!
At this moment, Lu Yao, who was writing in the booth next door, was still meditating and continued to think about the second song "Chrysanthemum Offering".
It’s just that I was short of time and nervous, so I didn’t have the inspiration to write the first song.
The key is that he also wants to know what Bai Song wrote!
Bai Song's works have become what he is more concerned about.
Lu Yao looked down on Bai Song, but in fact he was already shocked by his water-melody singing.
In my heart, Bai Song has long been regarded as the biggest enemy in his life.
He was extremely nervous at the moment, thinking about what shocking works Bai Song could write.
With such a state of mind, Bai Song's status has been placed above him, and he has admitted in his heart that he is inferior to Bai Song.
Today's competition is Lu Yao's long-cherished wish in his heart. He wants to see how big the gap is between himself and Bai Song!
He determined that Bai Song would never lose to him!
When the palace maid in front came back, Lu Yao's face darkened, he dropped his pen, chased out of the pavilion, and asked: "What do you think of the poems of the Bai Song Dynasty? Show them to me quickly!"
The palace maid looked bored: "Young master, what are you talking about? How can there be any lyrics? The Bai Song Dynasty can't write it at all. It is famous, but it is not as good as the master. I think he is a person who is just trying to gain fame."
"What? He can't write it? How is it possible?!"
"Really! He really can't write. In such a short period of time, who else in the world can write poetry except Mr. Lu? Then Bai Song also praised the young master's talent and learning in front of everyone, saying that he felt ashamed! Congratulations, young master, go there
He will be the Minister of Industry!"
Lu Yao's face was livid, without any joy. After pacing, he expected Bai Song to take pity on him and want to help him!
Lu Yao was so angry that he went back to the hall and threw down his pen: "A man, how can I even think about the food that comes to me!"
After that, he handed another poem on the side to the palace maid: "Show this crab poem to everyone!"
[The author has something to say]
Everyone, I have torn off my scalp to dig out such a perfect imitation. It is not how well it is written. The key is to connect the previous and the following, and to be able to perfectly support the pretentious poems of the Bai Song Dynasty. It is suitable for the time and the situation, and fits the plot.
It’s really hard for me not to show embarrassment...
