Zhao Chun, the Left Minister of the Ministry of Personnel, had the same official title as Liu Yuanqing, the Left Minister of the Ministry of Household Affairs. He was invited by Liu Yuanqing to control the situation.
He stood up and said with a smile: "Today is a grand event. I am honored to participate in the topic creation. Then I will give you the word "Peng". The poem must contain the word "Peng" and the deadline is one stick of incense."
Upon hearing this, some of the scholars present immediately picked up their pens and wrote quickly, while others began to think hard.
This was the first time for Fang Chen to participate in this kind of cultural gathering, and he couldn't help but wonder: "With the word Peng as the title?"
Wang Er, who was on the side, sneered in a suppressed voice: "Brother, I forgot, Mr. Liu held this literary party just to flatter His Majesty. Isn't our Majesty's name Luo Pengcheng?"
"So that's it!" Fang Chen understood and sighed that Liu Yuanqing had really put in a lot of effort.
However, he did know that the name Luo Pengcheng was the name of Her Majesty the Empress's deceased brother.
The empress's real name is Luo Ningxin, and this flattery was undoubtedly photographed on a dead person.
I glanced at Wang Er and saw that this guy had no intention of writing anything. He was munching on the fruits that had been brought to him on the table, but he deliberately lowered his voice for fear that others would find out.
It looked like someone was swallowing a lot in a hurry, and Yile couldn't help but whispered: "Brother Wang, why don't you write it?"
The two of them were in a hidden position at the back, with no one around them, so they didn't look out of place.
Wang Er rolled his eyes and swallowed the food in his mouth. Perhaps he ate too quickly and choked a little. He rolled his eyes and beat his chest and held his breath for a while before gasping for air and holding back tears.
"Didn't I just say that whoever wins the championship has been predetermined, so why waste all your efforts? Besides, I'm just here to join in the fun and eat and drink. How can I write any poems?"
When Fang Chen heard this, he realized that his feelings were the same as his own, and he didn't have any ink in his stomach.
But even though I can’t write, I can copy!
Don't give up ten thousand taels of silver. Thinking about it, Fang Chen started to write. He didn't really know many poems with the word "peng" in them, but he remembered one poem very clearly.
Li Yong, the poet immortal Li Taibai.
Fang Chen began to write: "The roc rose with the wind in one day and soared ninety thousand miles..."
Wang Er on the side saw him starting to write, and came over to take a look out of curiosity. He was stunned at the sight, his eyes widened and he looked at Fang Chen as if he had seen a ghost.
This poem by Li Yong was written when Li Taibai visited Li Yong in Yuzhou. He displeased Li Yong because of his informality and eloquent talk.
Therefore, Li Bai wrote this ironic poem in reply to Li Yong when he was leaving.
Back in the main hall, Luo Ningxin wanted Fang Chen to be the commander of the Dongchang Jinyi Guards.
Zhang Yu, the Minister of Household Affairs, and Liu Yuanqing, the minister, said that Fang Chen was an eunuch and could not shoulder such an important task, and they called him an eunuch.
Therefore, Fang Chen planned to use Li Yong, the poet immortal, to cause trouble.
Soon Fang Chen finished writing and looked up to see Wang Er looking at him in shock.
He asked knowingly and said with a smile: "Brother Wang, what's wrong?"
"This poem, this poem is so good, how did you come up with this first sentence!"
Wang Er was extremely excited but had to lower his voice to avoid attracting other people's attention, so he looked a little hard.
"Fuck, you can't be the person that Mr. Liu and the others have chosen! Oh, that's not right. The meaning of this poem doesn't seem to be very good."
Fang Chen said with a smile: "Brother Wang, I'm just here to join in the fun, and I'm not an appointed player."
The two of them said that the time for burning incense had come, and the maid from Yuehua Tower began to collect poems.
When accepting, check with the person who wrote the poem in advance, and only accept the poem after it has been signed.
After all, writing poetry sometimes requires a flash of inspiration. Some people may not be able to write a single word on paper at the end of the day, let alone a complete poem, let alone a stick of incense.
Therefore, for the first question asked by Zhao Chun, not many people finished the poem, but there were hundreds of people in the literary gathering.
Only a dozen or twenty people actually wrote it.
Fang Chen's poems were also taken away, and he only signed them with the character "square".
Several officials began to taste the collected poems. In fact, it was just a formality. Liu Yuanqing had already decided which poem should win the prize.
Zhao Chun looked at the poem signed by only one square in his hand, his eyes were immediately attracted, and he murmured softly.
"The roc rises with the wind in one day and soars up to ninety thousand miles. If the wind calms down and comes down, it can still blow away the water... What a poem!"
He couldn't help shouting excitedly, and Guo Wenruo, who was next to him, came over in surprise: "What poem did Mr. Zhao see?"
"This one!" Zhao Chun said hurriedly.
Guo Wenruo's eyes lit up when he saw it. As the leader of the Imperial College, he could not be blamed if he only talked about knowledge.
Just when they were about to taste it carefully, Liu Yuanqing coughed next to them, and the two of them realized what they were here for.
They all looked at the poems in their hands with some pity. Guo Wenruo made up his mind that when the literary meeting was over, he would find the person who wrote this poem.
At that moment, the officials began to discuss it in a pretense manner, and soon the host read out the results.
Naturally, the one chosen will not be Li Yong in Fang Chen’s song.
Listening to the host reading the selected poem, Wang Er suddenly became very angry and wanted to ask for an explanation for Fang Chen, but was stopped.
"How can this rubbish song be compared to yours! This is favoritism!" Wang Er said angrily.
Fang Chen rolled his eyes: "Didn't you already know about this?"
Wang Er was stunned.
Fang Chen said again: "Let's take a look first and then talk."
This time it was Guo Wenruo, the wine-offering official of the Imperial College, who started to come up with the topic. The topic he gave was the reign name of the current Dayan Dynasty.
Caifeng.
It is said that it was the late emperor's last words before his death, saying that he saw the divine phoenix greeting him. Many ministers thought this was a good omen, so Luo Ningxin took Caifeng as the current reign name.
Fang Chen didn't need to think too much. He just picked up the pen and wrote down the famous sentence "The body has no colorful phoenix and the two wings fly, and the mind has a clear understanding."
Then complete the song "Last Night's Stars and Last Night's Wind" by Li Shangyin.
Wang Er was shocked again and looked at Fang Chen.
It’s actually another good poem. Is this guy a literary star?
When the poems were handed in, this time it was Guo Wenruo who got Fang Chen's poems and looked at the signature with a square character.
Guo Jijiu stretched his neck, as if he wanted to find the person who wrote this poem.
Zhao Chun on the side asked: "What's wrong?"
"Look." Guo Wenruo handed over the poem in his hand.
When Zhao Chun saw it, he was immediately attracted again and almost fell in love with it. Fortunately, Liu Yuanqing's consumption-like cough woke him up.
Listening to the host read out the poem selected for the second question, Fang Chen sneered in his heart, you Liu Yuanqing want to gain a good reputation through this literary event?