What Princess Yanguang placed in the water was a swallow withered wood. The swallow was lifelike, floating down the stream from upstream to every scholar attending the poetry gathering.
It seems that I am going to write a poem with the theme of "Yan".
Many scholars lowered their heads and thought hard about how to write poems, hoping to become famous all over the world with a poem.
Those scholars who were in a hurry asked their maids to bring them pens and ink, write and revise them on paper, preparing to compose a stunning piece of music.
The swallow wood withers flowed from upstream to downstream, but no one took action to pick up the wood withers.
When the wood flow reached Wang Chengwei, he put his hand into the water and picked up the wood.
Princess Yanguang's beautiful eyes lit up, and the clever maid named Wan'er said in her ear:
"Lord, this is Wang Chengwei, the seventeenth son of Longyou, a descendant of the Wang family in Taiyuan."
I saw Wang Chengwei pick up the withered swallow and said directly:
"Weeds and flowers beside Zhuque Bridge, the sun sets at the entrance of Wuyi Alley.
In the old days, kings and queens flew in front of the hall and flew into the homes of ordinary people."
After finishing this poem, the whole place fell silent.
A young scholar couldn't help but clapped his hands and applauded, but he soon realized something was wrong and immediately shut his mouth.
Princess Yanguang looked at Wang Chengwei. The Wuyi Lane in which this poem was written was the place where the princes, princes and ministers lived after the Eastern Jin Dynasty moved the capital to Jiankang.
In the old days of Wang Xietang Qianyan, the Wang family was the family of Wang Xizhi, the great calligrapher of the Eastern Jin Dynasty.
When the Western Jin Dynasty was sailing eastward, Wang Dao supported Jin Yuan Emperor Sima Rui to ascend the throne. At that time, there was a saying that "the king and the horse share the world."
The horse among them is the Sima family of the Eastern Jin Dynasty royal family, and the king is naturally the Wang family.
The Xie family took the initiative in the Battle of Feishui and defeated the Xie An family of the former Qin Emperor Fu Jian.
The swallows in front of Wang Xietang flew into the homes of ordinary people.
The lamentation about the vicissitudes of life and the ups and downs expressed in this poem has far-reaching implications and is memorable for everyone.
But opening with such a poem on such an occasion always feels a bit unlucky.
Princess Yanguang frowned and looked at Wang Chengwei, but it happened that the swallow in front of Wang Xietang was in line with the withered wood of the swallow she put into the running water.
And this Wang Chengwei came from the Wang family in Taiyuan, and happened to be the same clan as the Wang family in the Eastern Jin Dynasty.
He lamented that "in the old days, the king and his wife sat in front of the Yan family", which made people speechless.
Princess Yanguang quickly realized that this should be a remonstrative poem.
Use the prosperity and decline of the Wang Xie family to advise my father to work hard to govern!
That must be it!
Thinking of this, Princess Yanguang immediately said in an appreciative tone: "Good poem, good poem!"
Since the princess said it was a good poem, everyone also applauded.
The palace official responsible for recording the poems copied the poems in small characters on the white Longyou rice paper, and asked Wang Chengwei to inscribe his name.
Wang Chengwei put the swallow wood wither back into the water, and Zhou Bo immediately picked it up.
He read carelessly:
"A new song with new lyrics and a glass of wine, the weather is the same as last year. When will the sunset return?
Helplessly, the flowers fell away, and the familiar swallows returned. The fragrant path in the small garden wandered back alone."
"What a poem!" Princess Yanguang blurted out now, and even the maid Wan'er clapped her hands.
Compared with Wang Chengwei's far-reaching satirical remonstrance poem, Zhou Bo's "love poem" is more to the princess's liking.
This kind of beautiful flower will always fall, and the feeling of the familiar swallow returning made Princess Yanguang crazy for a moment.
The scholars present also applauded one after another, but when they saw Zhou Bo's tall and thick figure, everyone started to coo again. This brother Zhou looks like this, but he always writes such emotionally delicate poems. It's really a bit contrary to Zhang Fei's embroidery.
A sense of harmony.
Then the other players in Longyou stood up and wrote poems one after another. The poems they chose were also famous poems handed down from later generations. After the seventeen people finished reading their "composed" poems, the entire other courtyard became quiet.
The scholars fell silent one after another.
How can one write poetry like this?
Any one of these seventeen poems can be famous all over the world, but they came from the same poetry meeting?
These are all to be written in a collection of poems and presented to the emperor!
Seventeen poems of pearls and jade are in front, but if you write a rubbish poem at the end, wouldn’t that make the emperor disgusted?
Everyone lowered their heads, knowing that the poems they wrote were completely different from those written by the Seventeenth Son of Longyou, so they had better not be embarrassed.
The lively poetry party suddenly cooled down, and Princess Yanguang was also a little excited.
These seventeen poems are all poems handed down from generation to generation, and they were all written down at my own poetry meeting.
This poetry meeting will definitely go down in history! And Princess Yanguang, who held the poetry meeting, will naturally leave a mark in history!
How lucky I am to be able to host this literary event!
Wan'er beat out all the hits again, and her melodious voice resounded throughout the audience. Wan'er asked: "Is there any other husband who wants to compose poems?"
At this time, a young scholar in white stood up and said:
"There is a poem written by Wei Yingwu from Gyeonggi Province."
Wei Yingwu stood up and said:
"The swallow is carrying mud in its mouth, it is singing, and its tail is salivating. Where will it go when autumn has gone? We will see each other again when spring comes."
Wouldn’t it be better to solve the problem of flying high into the blue clouds and holding mud on the ground? Even though holding mud is despicable, it has a campy meaning.
The apricot beam is facing the sun and the nest is about to be completed. There are no birds that are afraid of people and stay in the forest. They are caught in a snare and their flesh is snatched away.
It is not like carrying mud into a beautiful house. A swallow holding mud in its mouth cannot match the wisdom of a hundred birds."
After Wei Yingwu finished his poem, the crowd burst into loud applause.
"good!"
"Finally, a scholar from the Central Plains can challenge the Seventeenth Son of Longyou!"
"Although this poem is good, there is still a gap between it and the other poems by Longyou Shiqizi."
"Brother Wei is already very strong if he has the courage to stand up and write poetry!"
"Yes, the seventeen sons of Longyou here are simply monsters. Each of these seventeen sons is a famous poem handed down from generation to generation!"
"Monster, monster, when did Longyou's writing style become so prosperous?"
"I heard from relatives who are businessmen that Longyou is prosperous now, and you can make a lot of money just by doing business."
"I've also heard that now you can make a lot of money by just buying some goods from Longyou and bringing them to the Central Plains to sell them."
"If I can become a Jinshi, shall I go to Longyou and become an official?"
"Stop dreaming, let's pass the exam first and then talk about it! But it's not bad to be an official in Longyou. It's better than wasting time waiting for the official selection in the Ministry of Civil Affairs."
Everyone was talking about it. After Wei Yingwu wrote down the title of his poem, Wan'er finished it again and announced that the poetry writing activity of this poetry meeting was over.
Next, Wan'er put an exquisite wooden boat model into the water, and she said to the scholars:
"You write today's best poem on paper and throw it into this boat. The one with the most votes will be the winner of today's poetry meeting."
The atmosphere of the poetry meeting became lively again, and the players, who were the focus of the poetry meeting, ate the delicious food happily.
"The dim sum at Princess Mansion is delicious!" Zhou Bo said with his mouth full of dim sum.
Wang Chengwei said in disgust: "Swallow the thing before you talk!"
However, Wang Chengwei is also in a good mood. It seems that the goal of becoming famous for this Qushui Water Drinking Banquet has been achieved!
In the Tang Dynasty, talent and fame were the most important thing. With the reputation of this poetry competition, although it is not guaranteed to win the exam, it can guarantee fair evaluation.
Just when the players were making a splash in Fengxiang Mansion, Shazhou City welcomed an autumn rain.
The water lines gathering on the eaves fell to the ground, and Li Yan was listening to the report from the staff.
"Your Highness, the army led by Yu Chixin will arrive in Tongliao before the end of the month!"
Li Yan looked at the map, Tongliao, Tongliao, the location is indeed very important.
Tongliao connects the Modong Grassland and the Northeast Plain, and is an important passage from the grassland into the Northeast.
Xu Jun added: "Fang Guoshou has reached an agreement with King Bohai. Bohai will transfer the grain to Tongliao. Now the first batch of grain has been shipped."
Li Yan nodded, this is the most important part of the grand detour strategy.
With the player's combat power, it is not difficult to capture the Songmo Protectorate.
But to gain a foothold in Songmo Protectorate, food and supplies are needed.
It would be too expensive to provide supplies across the entire grassland.
Purchasing grain from the Bohai State is also an important part of the entire Great Detour Strategy.
Li Yan asked again: "What is the situation in Tongliao now?"
Xu Jun said: "Tongliao belongs to the Songmo Governor's Mansion and is the control area of the Eight Jurchen Tribes canonized by the emperor."
"But since the Tianbao period, Tongliao has been frequently invaded by Anlu Mountain."
"After the Anlushan Rebellion, young men were often captured by the three towns in Hedong. Now many tribes of the Eight Jurchen Tribes have fled Tongliao and fled further north."
Li Yan asked: "The Eight Jurchen Tribes can also be used. When the army arrives in Tongliao, they can issue orders from the court to conquer the Eight Jurchen Tribes and serve as servants of the army."
Xu Jun said: "It is already being dealt with. The Yelv tribe, the largest of the eight Jurchen tribes, has now fled to the Modong grassland."
"We have reached an agreement with the Yelu tribe to recruit a thousand light cavalry from the Yelu tribe."
Li Yan asked again: "However, these barbarians from the northeast must be used carefully to prevent them from becoming a scourge in the north."
Xu Jun immediately said: "Your Highness, don't worry, as long as we have guns and cannons in hand, we in the Tang Dynasty no longer need to be afraid of the barbarians."
"Now the cannons have set out with the army. After the cannons are installed in the fortification of Songmo, the army will be able to gain a foothold in the Northeast!"
In the words of players, firearms are epoch-making devices.
After the emergence of firearms, the intergenerational gap in weapons made the barbaric and backward nomads no longer able to threaten industrial civilization.
The British were able to occupy India with a few thousand lobster soldiers, the North American colonists were able to kill Indians who were several times their number into a "protected race", and the Spanish were able to destroy the Inca Empire with a few thousand soldiers, all because of firearms.
Firepower advantage makes the personal qualities of soldiers no longer an important factor in determining battles.
Only a civilization with higher industrialization, and only a civilization with endless energy to produce firearms and ammunition, can become the master of the world!
On the grassland, Liu Yan, who was appointed as the governor of Songmo Governor's Palace, was escorted by a player force to Tongliao to take office.
Liu Yan set out with the army's supply convoy. This army of 100 people was accompanied by 200 civilians pushing carts.
The player who was commanding this team, Jiang Jin, suddenly ordered the troops to stop. There was a smile on his lips. It seemed that the supply convoy was going to encounter some "minor" trouble.