Time flies like water, and half a month has passed in the blink of an eye.
Autumn is deep.
The weather is gradually turning colder.
This year's climate seems to be a bit colder than previous years.
Even in Jinling, which is located in the south of the Yangtze River, it is now necessary to wear an extra layer of coats and cloaks to keep out the cold.
The "Jinling Poetry Fair" hosted by the Honorable King Zhao Lingrui is a grand gathering of literati in Jinling City and even in the surrounding areas.
The scribes who come out on top in this poetry meeting will be given the honorary reputation of "Jinling Poet Saint".
It will be held every year.
It has always been a gathering of wealthy families from all over the world, as well as scribes from poor families.
It was also a secret exchange meeting between various forces under the guise of a poetry meeting.
In the past, the "Jinling Poetry Fair" was organized by the Qin family, the Gu family, the Yuwen family and other Jinling aristocratic families.
but……
In recent years, Honored King Zhao Lingrui has become famous and popular among Jinling nobles and scribes from poor families.
It’s Prince Qizhu of Daqian again, the representative of the royal family.
Since Prince Yu perfectly organized the perfect and wonderful "Jinling Poetry Fair" two years ago, the Jinling Poetry Fair in recent years has been basically held by Prince Yu's residence.
This year, of course, will be no exception.
…
Yuwangfu.
The holding of the "Jinling Poetry Society" made Prince Yu's residence particularly lively today.
People come and go, talented people and beautiful people.
All major aristocratic families in Jinling, as well as talented literati, gathered here.
Prince Yu's mansion is very large.
Compared with Yan's Mansion, Jin Prince's Mansion is much larger.
And the pattern structure is very special.
There are relatively few rooms in the palace, and there is no martial arts field. Most of the land is used to create a huge pavilion garden square.
There is water flowing in it.
There are trees around.
It is really a good place for literati to find the mood of autumn and compose poems.
And Yan Wulu thought that Prince Yu's Mansion had always been like this...
It wasn't until I met Prince Yu Zhao Lingrui that I accidentally learned from Zhao Lingrui's conversation——
Prince Yu's Mansion was temporarily transformed into this appearance in the past two months. The original Prince Yu's Mansion was actually no different from an ordinary prince's palace.
This was Zhao Lingrui's massive construction project specifically for this "Jinling Poetry Festival", which was almost equivalent to rebuilding a royal palace.
Yan Wulu was a little surprised.
He felt that it was too wasteful to carry out such a large-scale construction project just for a poetry meeting.
Zhao Lingrui just smiled lightly and said that this was the only time in the past years that he had used the least amount of labor to organize this "Jinling Poetry Festival".
In the past, he would have even reclaimed wasteland in the suburbs and built a large deer platform.
"...It's just that in recent years, my father has become more and more strict with the Ministry of Industry and these construction projects, so this time I had no choice but to make secret changes in the palace."
Zhao Lingrui led Yan Wulu to the best viewing platform in the Pavilion Garden and sat down respectively. "Your Majesty, please see, when this 'Jinling Poetry Meeting' is over, Xiao Wang will change this Imperial Palace back again." of."
"...I will definitely invite the prince to come to the mansion as a guest when the time comes to see the exotic flowers, rare plants, rare birds and beasts that the young king has collected in the backyard of the mansion."
Yan Wulu laughed dumbly.
But for a while, it was hard to refuse.
I just feel that in the eyes of Yu Wang Zhao Lingrui, there does not seem to be the word "extensive construction projects, wasting people and ruining money".
…
Autumn is rising.
It brought a touch of warmth to the otherwise cold weather.
The "Jinling Poetry Society" is now in full swing.
At this moment, Prince Yu's Mansion has gathered almost most of the young talents from Jinling City and the surrounding areas.
This is the purpose of the "Jinling Poetry Club".
He could gather a large number of literati.
Such a group of people are the young talents closest to the emperor, and such a poetry meeting is also a poetry meeting that has attracted the attention of countless literati.
Once you can perform well in this poetry meeting, you may receive olive branches from major aristocratic families in Jinling and even the Daqian court.
For countless scholars from poor families, this is undoubtedly a more convenient path than passing the imperial examination.
As long as you have enough talent and participate in this "Jinling Poetry Festival", your gains will be far greater than your efforts.
And for countless gentry children, this is also a great opportunity for them to come into contact with the future successors of other aristocratic families.
Especially for the organizer of this "Jinling Poetry Society", there is a feeling that "all the heroes in the world have fallen into my lap."
The Honorable King Zhao Lingrui attached great importance to the fame and fortune that this "Jinling Poetry Society" brought to him.
…
Literati and poets gathered in the Pavilion Garden Square.
Everyone can enjoy this event.
As the event warmed up, everyone gradually became acquainted with each other, and people from Prince Yu's Mansion began to compete in the poetry competition.
Prince Yu Zhao Lingrui stood up in person and proposed that the theme of this poetry meeting was flowers.
It is obviously autumn now, but Yu Wang Zhao Lingrui still spent huge manpower and material resources to build such a garden square.
Flowers are blooming.
All things grow in opposition to their cycles.
Since flowers can be reversed, can other things be reversed as well?
For example, the position of the kings.
Presumably, this is what Zhao Lingrui wanted to express.
…
After Prince Yu Zhao Lingrui proposed the theme, he sat back directly in the main seat of the viewing platform.
He looked slightly to Yan Wulu's side and said -
"I wonder if Your Highness, Your Highness, would be interested in compose an impromptu poem?"
Yan Wulu chuckled when he heard the words and responded humbly, "Wulu is just a reckless man from the north. He doesn't understand these poems and songs."
Prince Yu Zhao Lingrui did not press too much, but instead sighed and said: "The prince is humble. Since His Highness the prince is not willing to show his talents, then I can't force myself on you."
"...It's just a pity that if His Highness the Crown Prince is willing, he only needs to compose a poem. If Xiao Wang and I have people secretly use some tricks, I will definitely be able to make this year's crown of 'Jinling Poet Saint' fall to His Highness the Crown Prince." On the body."
When Yan Wulu heard this, although he knew that this was Zhao Lingrui's trick to please him, he still couldn't help but feel a little curious...
If he had composed a poem with mediocre diction, or even inferior, unpalatable poetry, could Zhao Lingrui be able to do the same?
But of course, Yan Wulu just responded with a chuckle on his face, he was not stupid enough to ask directly.
but……
Since poetry was discussed, he didn't even invite his little aunt Yan Weiyu to this "Jinling Poetry Meeting".
Yan Weiyu is a talented woman who is famous all over the world.
It can be seen from this that this "Jinling Poetry Meeting" is actually nothing more than a recruitment meeting for young talents among aristocratic clans.
Yan Wulu actually knew some of the poems, lyrics, and music of various poets in his past world.
Moreover, it seems that there are no such "poetry immortals" and "poetry saints" in this world.
The place where scholars from all over the world gathered together was the famous Jixia Academy.
There are recorded all the poems and poems written in the world since the end of the Immortal Period.
But none of them were the ones in Yan Wulu's mind.
Of course Yan Wulu could write them out here to gain fame and fortune.
However, as the prince of Zhenbei, he did not bother to do this, and there was no need to do so.
He no longer needs to rely on other people's poems to improve his status.
Yan Wulu sat quietly on the gorgeous seat on the main stage.
He looked at the literati in the pavilion garden square, either prostrate on the eucalyptus or walking around. They racked their brains to write a poem that would shock Jinling and win a bright future.
And Yan Wulu felt that before he knew it, he was already at the finish line of the bright future they wanted.
…
The literati from all over the world who participated in the poetry meeting wrote quotations from poems one after another. Among them, the literati disciples of the Yu Wang faction were consciously and implicitly moving the theme closer to Yi Chu.
This was originally a poetry meeting completely under the control of King Yu Zhao Lingrui.
Until, I don’t know where such a person appeared...
It was a beautiful woman with a high ponytail, a gorgeous and wide gray-white cloud dress, carrying a huge wolf hair brush, with countless scrolls in front of her, looking as airy as a fairy in a poem.
After she finished writing on the essay, she put down the langhao brush and shook the rice paper into the air.
Everyone came forward and saw what was written on the paper——
[The peony demon in front of the court has no integrity, and the hibiscus on the pond is clean and has little affection.]
[Only peonies are the true national beauty, and they move the capital when they bloom.]
For a time, it attracted countless applause.
When the woman saw this and faced the praises of all the scribes, she shook out a scroll with her right hand again, with the words - [Thank you very much.]
...is a mute.
On the main stage, Yan Wulu also noticed the movement where the woman was.
As soon as the other party's poems came out, the other people's poems suddenly became pale...
A servant copied a copy of the woman's poems and sent them to King Yu and other scribes on the main stage. Yan Wulu also had a copy.
"Good poem, good poem."
"What a poem!"
The scribes who were the judges of this poetry competition were all impressed by the poems and praised them sincerely.
But after seeing Prince Yu Zhao Lingrui's gloomy face, he immediately became silent again.
“Only peonies are the true national color?”
Prince Yu Zhao Lingrui muttered to himself. He crumpled the rice paper into a ball with one hand, looked at the diners beside him, and said in a low voice——
"...Is this a princeling? (1)"
The diners were also a little confused for a moment...
After all, there were so many literati participating in the "Jinling Poetry Meeting" that it was not surprising to find out what kind of faction they had mixed into.
only……
Prince Zhao Lingfeng has always had a weak foundation and no party members in Jinling.
The vast majority of literati would not dislike the prince as much as they disliked the martial arts king Zhao Lingcheng of the Jin Dynasty, but few would offend the highly respected Prince Yu for the sake of the prince.
Yan Wulu also had a panoramic view of all this...
He suddenly said to Prince Yu Zhao Lingrui——
"His Royal Highness King Yu, this person seems to have joined the Jinling Poetry Society with scholars from a poor family, and his seat is also among those from a poor family. Presumably, she is just an ordinary talented woman."
"Your Highness, this poem of hers is not ordinary at all."
Prince Yu Zhao Lingrui said coldly, his eyes filled with murderous intent like poisonous snakes for a moment.
"...You have such a talent, but in the end, you end up working for a piece of trash like Zhao Lingfeng. If you can't conquer her, you can't keep this girl."
"...Is there anyone among you who can write poetry better than her?"
Prince Yu Zhao Lingrui suddenly asked the diners around him.
The doorman looked embarrassed again...
When Zhao Lingrui saw this, he sneered coldly, "A bunch of trash!"
Seeing that the many literati and poets who are famous in Jinling are actually no match for a woman at this moment.
Prince Yu Zhao Lingrui became increasingly angry...
In the garden square, someone asked the woman her name.
The woman took out a scroll from her sleeve and placed it in her right hand. She shook it open slightly. On the scroll were written the words "Yannangui".
"Surname Yan?"
"...It's quite rare."
On the viewing platform, Yan Wulu also saw the scroll text in the woman's hand, and seemed to have thought of something.
He suddenly looked at King Yu Zhao Lingrui beside him, who was about to get up to do something, and said in a low voice: "...Your Highness King Yu, maybe this woman is not here for you."
A look of surprise appeared on Zhao Lingrui's face, but it passed quickly...
He seemed to understand Yan Wulu's hint.
"The wild geese are returning?" Zhao Lingrui muttered to himself.
Suddenly, he also felt that the name was somewhat familiar.
…
There was no deliberate suppression by Prince Yu Zhao Lingrui.
With a poem, Yan Nangui surpasses all heroes in skill and beauty.
Many scribes who were originally smug and smug were sighing and dazed while looking at Yan Nangui's poems. Some even threw out the ink-filled brushes in their hands. They were depressed and racked their brains but could not write a better poem than hers.
Already.
The scribes who serve as judges are almost ready to hand over the crowning of the "Jinling Poet Saint" to Yan Nangui's hands.
The great elder from Jixia Academy had already stood up and began to speak on behalf of the many judges.
But just when the name was about to read the word "Yannangui", someone suddenly stopped...
A flat male voice with a hint of a Western accent——
"Ice muscles and jade bones are still flashy, and the beauty of the country and the fragrance of the sky are just as exaggerated."
"If Ayi could borrow it, the fragrance would not be inferior to others. (2)"
As soon as the poem came out, everyone stopped talking.
After careful review, I found that it is not inferior to the previous poem about Yan Nangui.
Unexpectedly, it was at this "Jinling Poetry Meeting" that I met two great poets who are rare in a century.
Everyone was shocked in their hearts.
They looked for a place to go and saw it at the entrance of the Pavilion Garden Square.
The famous "General King" in the Daqian Army, the Fourteenth Prince, King Zhao Lingcheng of Jin, was slowly walking into the poetry meeting with a young man in white.
The young man in white looks feminine and beautiful. He is obviously a powerful person from the Western Regions, but he is dressed in the clothes of a prince from Daqian.
He held a fan in his hand and looked extremely gentlemanly.
And the poem with profound meaning just now was also read from his mouth...
…
On the subjective stage.
When King Zhao Lingcheng of Jin appeared with Yi Junhan, King Zhao Lingrui felt more and more that this "Jinling Poetry Meeting" was not simple.
First it was a wild goose returning to the south, and now it is the King of Jin.
"...Zhao Lingcheng, a martial artist, why would he want to join in the fun?"
Prince Yu Zhao Lingrui had some doubts in his heart.
He turned and subconsciously looked at Yan Wulu next to him, wanting to ask what he thought, but found that the latter's gaze had been fixed on the young man in white...
"His Royal Highness?" Zhao Lingrui asked in a low voice, "...what are you doing? Did you see an old friend?"
"oh?"
When Yan Wulu heard this, he leaned back on his chair and responded calmly: "It's okay, it's just... I suddenly wanted to kill someone to add to the fun."
…
(1) The peony is the national flower. Here, Zhao Lingrui believes that Yan Nangui is using poetry to compare the peony to the prince Zhao Lingfeng, believing that Zhao Lingfeng is the real and most qualified crown prince.
(2) The general meaning of this poem is that the gorgeous peonies and plum blossoms that everyone loves are not as good as pomelo flowers. It refers to Zhao Lingfeng, the prince of the East Palace, and Zhao Lingrui, the popular king among the nobles, are not as good as Zhao Lingcheng, the king of Jin.
