Being arty is human nature, especially rich people.
The Mid-Autumn Poetry Festival began, and there was an endless flow of delicious food. The lanterns decorated the Imperial Garden exceptionally brightly. On the side of the Crown Princess, many ladies came out to meet people with their girls who had already grown hair.
Everyone was constantly complimenting each other, praising each other's daughter for being well-behaved, kind, and well-known. In fact, everyone had never heard it before, and it was all just rhetoric.
Of course, there are also a few who are praised for their good looks and talents. These are the ones who are really good-looking.
Women's competition is hidden behind smiling faces and secretly exerting force. Men's side is much simpler. They compare size, not literary talent.
A young man, carrying one hand on his back and raising his sleeves with one hand, pretending to be a scholar, climbed to the Mid-Autumn Festival Pavilion in the middle of the lake, inviting the moon and chanting.
"I want to compose a poem about this situation. The east pavilion of Penglai is full of purple air, the Yao Pond looks to the west of the Golden Light Zen, the clouds open to the palace and the palace is cold and the jade is warm, and the immortals also look up to this holy face."
"Good poem."
“Good literary talent.”
A bunch of people began to praise him. Zhu Zhanyong looked puzzled and whispered to Zhu Zhanyong: "Lao Wu, I think his poetry is average."
"Third brother, have you heard it all?"
"Why are so many people applauding?"
"This is just a compliment. We are all people of high status, so it's hard to be booed by others. I can finally write a poem, and it's almost as good as a near miss."
Zhu Zhanyong said slightly worriedly: "I bought it with money, I won't buy it again."
"It shouldn't be possible, how could it be such a coincidence? Besides, when I went up, I even said a nonsense song about snow, one piece, two pieces, three or four pieces, five pieces, six pieces, seven or eight pieces, nine pieces, ten pieces, eleven pieces, flying into the reed catwalk.
Even if you don’t see me, they will cheer.”
"This is too perfunctory."
"You can try it."
"I don't. I will definitely be scolded by my parents when the time comes."
The talented men here composed poems, and the eunuchs put the poems on paper and sent them to the Crown Princess. The Crown Princess passed the poems around, and the women continued to praise them.
The talented people felt that they had reached him and continued on. This was a good opportunity to express themselves. No one would miss the ancient super high-end large-scale blind date and Mid-Autumn Festival party.
Zhu Zhanji was only thinking about Sun Ruowei at this time. I wonder if she is doing well in the cold palace during this Mid-Autumn Festival?
Did she eat the mooncakes sent by her orders? The weather is getting colder. I wonder if it is warm enough over there.
The young man's mind had already flown out of here, and he had not listened to a word of the masterpieces of those talented people.
"Your Highnesses, if you are interested, please compose a poem together." The talented man who wrote the first poem came to invite the two of them. He seemed to be the son of a certain scholar.
Both of them also prepared poems, Zhu Zhanyong took the lead, but someone was writing poems now, so the two of them waited with a group of other young men.
The person in front of me wrote a poem: "The white jade sky rises to the capital, the palace palace seals the sea, and I see the Mid-Autumn moon again, and my heart is at peace with the sea."
"Good poem."
"What a talent."
There was an endless stream of people cheering, but Zhu Zhanyong was the only one whose heart dropped.
Sensing something strange about his third brother, his expression showed that he was extremely uncomfortable as if he was holding in shit.
"What's wrong with third brother?"
"This guy whose poem sells two people deserves to be cut into pieces by a thousand cuts."
Zhu Zhanyong was surprised that he really met someone who was selling poetry. This person selling poems was too dishonest, but Zhu Zhanyong had prepared a poem now. He couldn't make it up now, and the next person
It was his turn, so he couldn't back out now, with so many people watching from behind.
"Third brother, I'll go first. Think about it now." Zhu Zhanyong wanted to help him out, but Zhu Zhanyong stretched out his hand to block him: "How can a man retreat before the battle?"
The third brother never loses in terms of momentum and has the air of a general, but when it comes to doing business, his only advantage is his loud voice.
Zhu Zhanyong's voice was like a loud bell, and he read loudly: "Yongxue, one piece, two pieces, three or four pieces, five pieces, six pieces, seven or eight pieces, nine pieces, ten pieces, eleven pieces, flying into the reed flowers will never be seen."
After the poem fell, everything became silent, including men, women, old and young. After a pause, finally there was a sound of applause.
"Good literary talent, good literary talent."
"The first two sentences of the poem are written in fiction, and the last two sentences are written in reality. The contrast between virtuality and reality creates a fresh artistic conception when the snow falls."
"Almost the whole poem is piled up with numbers, but it is not cumbersome at all. Reading it makes people feel like they are in the vast sky and the snow is falling."
"The literary talent is outstanding and elegant. It is as elegant as inviting the moon to admire the snow."
Appreciations poured in, and people even wrote poems to praise me.
The poem was copied in front of the Crown Princess. Everyone was stunned after the Crown Princess read it. She was speechless for a while. The same was true for the ladies around her. These people were still not good at literature and could not find so many words of praise and flattery.
"The poems written by His Highness the Third Highness may seem simple, but they have profound meanings."
"Yes, yes, His Highness is truly the first person to appreciate snow in the Ming Dynasty."
Finally, I found some words of praise here and there, but these people who didn't understand poetry felt guilty when they praised me.
Zhu Zhanyong came down and whispered to Zhu Zhanyong: "You're right, I didn't expect such people to be so complimentary."
Zhu Zhanchen raised his eyebrows, and the two looked at each other and smiled.
"Your Majesty, the Fifth Prince, is here."
Zhu Zhanzhen walked up slowly, still trying to show off.
Looking across the lake from the pavilion, I could hear noisy sounds. It must be extremely lively there. Zhu Zhanchen cleared his throat.
"If life were just like the first time we met."
The sentence fell completely silent, and this sentence alone can be passed down to the world. The talented people below were already surprised when they heard this sentence. Zhu Zhanji, who had been wandering in the trance, also came back to his senses and murmured: "If life is only like this
First meeting."
The poem matched his mood, and he became more melancholy, as if he had gone back to the first time he saw Sun Ruowei, and the appearance of that cute little girl was forever imprinted on his heart.
Yes, isn't the most beautiful thing in life the first time we meet? The wind and the moon at that time were both beautiful.
He raised his eyes and looked at Zhu Zhanzhen, unable to believe that this was written by his younger brother.
The one Zhu Zhanzhang was familiar with was Nalan Xingde. He probably memorized few other Ming and Qing poems, so he didn't know much about it.
If life is just like the first time we met, why should the autumn wind draw a fan sadly?
It is easy to change old people's hearts, but it is easy to change old people's hearts.
The words from Lishan are gone till midnight, and the rain and bells are filled with tears and no complaints.
How unlucky it is to be blessed by a handsome man in fine clothes, and the wings and branches are linked together to make a wish for that day.
As for this poem, the real praise was silent. Everyone looked at Zhu Zhanzhen. The empty praises he had prepared could not be uttered at this time, only true admiration for his literary talent.
It’s just that most people are surprised by this poem. If they think about it carefully, they feel that it cannot be written by Zhu Zhanzhen himself. After all, such a poem cannot be hidden. It should have become famous all over the world long ago, and the artistic conception is not like it.
This is what people of this age group should have.
Zhu Zhanyong said softly: "You are still willing to spend money."
"That's not old or young."
"I will introduce him next time and I will also buy his poems."
When the Crown Princess got the poem, she felt embarrassed again. This time the embarrassment was that the poem was so good, and women could understand such emotions better, so the ladies praised it one after another.
The princess sighed, her two sons really had a headache, one didn't spend money, and the other spent too much money.