The attendants at the palace did not dare to neglect this great poet who had been famous for a long time. They hurriedly picked up the poems and hurriedly sent them to Putrajaya.
Shangguan Wan'er was originally accompanying Wu Zetian in Putong City. When she heard Song Zhiwen's voice outside, she knew that the emperor beside her liked Song Zhiwen's poems very much, so she didn't wait for the chants at the small yellow gate outside Putcheng Gate.
, left Putrajaya directly to pick up his poems and present them to the emperor.
"The sky is full of spring snow, and flowers bloom everywhere it touches."
"I wonder if any of the trees in the garden are real plums."
"Although it's early spring, there was a spring snowfall a few days ago. You can still see some residual snow in the shade of the back mountain. So this poem is suitable for the occasion."
After hearing the poem Shangguan Wan'er read to him, His Majesty the Emperor no longer looked listless like when he listened to those empty and gorgeous flattery poems just now, and his eyes showed deep joy. "Especially the sentence "If"
This one is a real plum, very good."
Shangguan Wan'er had served Wu Zetian for many years, so she naturally knew that this kind of straightforward and ingenious poetry would please the emperor the most.
"In particular, this five-character poem uses direct words, but it has unique new ideas. From Wan'er's point of view, Song Yanqing wrote five-character poems that no one in the world can surpass."
Wu Zetian nodded after hearing this, "Then reward it. Once this poem is published, it will be difficult to come up with another good line."
Everyone listened to the verses recited by Xiao Huangmen outside. Some were depressed, some rushed to flatter Song Zhiwen, and some continued to lower their heads and splash ink. On the contrary, no one noticed that the two people at the end of the team actually
He seemed to be completely ignoring the noise here and was still chatting to himself.
"Sir, Xue Huaiyi could hear your voice just now through the curtain. Are you familiar with that monk?"
"Actually, we are not very familiar with each other. When Chen and Song Zhiwen were both bachelors at the Chongwen Hall, they often stayed with His Majesty who was the Queen of Heaven at the time." Chen Ziang despised being associated with that sinister person and vomited.
A mouthful of spit. "At that time, Xue Huaiyi often brought a group of monks to give lectures to His Majesty, so I have seen him before."
"No wonder the monk just called you a bachelor. It turns out that you were once the secretary of His Majesty the Emperor." Li Chongrun joked with Chen Ziang with a smile. "It's just that your secretary-general is really ugly, not as majestic as Dr. Song."
Chic."
"When Chen followed Qiao Buque to conquer Yanhai, he was indeed the military secretary of King Wu Youyi of Jian'an, but he did not serve in the Shangshu Province, so he cannot be called his Majesty's secretary."
Chen Ziang explained to Li Chongrun with a serious face, as if he didn't hear his ridicule.
Just a moment later, someone from Xiaohuangmen came out respectfully holding a Sichuan embroidered robe.
Song Zhiwen faced everyone's envious or jealous glances, and took it with both hands proudly. The mask-like fake smile finally disappeared from his face, with a faint blush, and he smiled very unscrupulously.
"Virtue~"
The two spectators, one large and one small, spat again in unison.
Facts have proved that even if you are an emperor, you often cannot speak too fully.
Song Zhiwen had just unfolded his brocade robe and had not yet put it on when he heard Xue Huaiyi's penetrating voice coming from Putong City, "Scholar Song, wait a minute!"
In the midst of everyone's slightly shocked eyes, a small yellow man hurriedly ran out of Putong City, snatched the unopened brocade robe from Song Zhiwen's hand, and hurried back.
It turned out that just now while Li Chongrun and Chen Ziang were chatting, the young man Lu Zun who had come with Xue Huaiyi had already composed his own poem and asked Xue Huaiyi to submit it.
"The rain is falling and the atmosphere is cloudy, and the clouds are flowing across the city."
The willows on the river bank are new and green, and the flowers on the garden trees are the first to bloom.
The flowers and willows in Luoyang are thick at this time, and the landscape and towers are reflected in several layers.
The princes blow the mist towards the phoenix, and the emperor takes advantage of the spring to chisel the dragon.
...
My emperor is not engaged in Yaochi music. When it rains, he comes to watch the farmers in spring."
"Wan'er, what do you think?" Wu Zetian liked this poem very much. Although it was not as catchy as Song Zhiwen's poem just now, the flattery was really loud.
"Good literary talent and good reasoning." Seeing His Majesty the Emperor's expression, it was not difficult for Shangguan Wan'er to guess what His Majesty the Emperor was thinking. "If we were to talk purely about poetry, Wing Chun Snow by the Song Dynasty Scholar is undoubtedly top-notch. But if
When it comes to adapting Wing Chun, this one is obviously more suitable."
"Huaiyi, who do you think wrote this?" Wu Zetian didn't know what she was thinking about just now, as she didn't seem to hear the author's name.
"Returning to your majesty, it is Lu Zun, a scholar from Fan Yang. He has submitted several poems for greetings before, and he is very praised by your majesty."
"It turned out to be him. Today's matter is a bit fun." Wu Zetian smiled noncommittally.
Xue Huaiyi on the side waved his hand at this time, telling all the palace attendants to stay away. Even Shangguan Wan'er was signaled to move away, and she hugged the emperor and whispered.
"Is that so?" Wu Zetian's expression did not change, but he just ordered the attendants: "Go and give him the robe, and tell him to wear the robe to see me tonight."
Only then did the scene of Huangmen snatching the robe happen.
Just hearing Xiao Huangmen read out Lu Zun's name made Li Chongrun feel uncomfortable.
If it's Song Zhiwen, that's it, let him get the limelight. I have one less song to write in my inventory. There is no point in wasting it on competing with someone who has nothing to do with it.
It's just that this Lu Zun was very arrogant. If he was allowed to get today's robe like this, Li Chongrun's face would feel a little painful.
Knowing that he really couldn't use his handwriting, Li Chongrun smiled and invited the eunuch who was waiting to copy the poem over. He read a small poem in a low voice and watched him finish copying. After confirming that it was correct, he thanked the eunuch.
Eunuch, ask him to help present it.
There were many poets present today, and most of them had heard that this unidentified grandson of the emperor was very good at poetry. Hearing that the young eunuch shouted "Master Li Chongrun has a poem for you" and ran to Putrajaya, all of them took him with him.
He looked back at Li Chongrun with a shocked look.
Especially Song Zhiwen, who had his robe taken away just now, was already paralyzed on the table in shame and anger, his body covered with dripping ink, and he was very depressed. I heard that Mr. Li might avenge him.
, and immediately struggled to stand up, staring hopefully in the direction of Putrajaya.
Wu Zetian in Putong City was already preparing to deliver a banquet. When she heard the shouts coming from the small yellow gate, she glanced at Shangguan Wan'er curiously.
"Master Chongrun is now famous all over the world, so Wan'er took it upon herself to add him to the list."
"Well, if you hadn't called him here, I would have almost forgotten about this grandson. I haven't seen this grandson write poetry for a long time, but I would also like to hear it."
Li Chongrun naturally didn't hear that he was still being scolded as a grandson outside Putrajaya.
But thinking about it, even if he heard it, he would not dare to refute, not only because the person who scolded him was the emperor, but also because he was indeed the grandson of the person who scolded him.
Shangguan Wan'er took the note from Xiao Huangmen who came in to report, and started reading it smoothly.
“The light rain on Tianjie is as moist as cake,
The color of grass looks far away but is not visible up close.
The most advantageous thing about spring is
It is absolutely superior to the smoke and willows that fill the imperial capital."
"Good verses!" Wu Zetian herself was good at writing and writing, so she could naturally judge the quality of this poem.
"The color of grass can be seen from a distance, but there is nothing close. If you don't have a natural talent, how can you pick such a beautiful sentence from the vast sea of words?" Shangguan Wan'er naturally also praised it greatly, "The first two sentences are already admirable for their detailed understanding of the scenery. The last two sentences are like the sudden arrival of cavalry, which is really unexpected."
"This grandson is not bad. My bloodline has not been buried!" Wu Zetian was overjoyed. Although she had heard a few poems by Li Chongrun, she just kept walking down the road of frustration. Today, when she saw such a poem that appealed to her, she simply continued He had long forgotten that this grandson had been demoted to a commoner, "It's just that we were enjoying the scenery at Longmen, but why did this grandson mention the Tianjie at the entrance to the imperial city?"
"I'm afraid Mr. Run can only see the scenery of Tianjie every day, but he really hasn't seen much of the outside world." Intentionally or unintentionally, he reminded the Supreme Li Chongrun that his current status is still the imprisoned prince in the west city.
"That makes sense. I didn't expect that this kid actually hid some little thoughts of his own. He is much more mature than a few years ago when he blindly followed the path of not appreciating talents." Wu Zetian nodded and agreed with Shangguan Wan'er's guess.
"Since this grandson wants that robe so much, let's pass it on and reward him with the robe. If I hadn't already made arrangements tonight, I would really want to see him."
Wu Zetian half asked and half sighed: "The last time I saw him, it seemed that he was the emperor's grandson."
But before Shangguan Wan'er could reply, a series of cheers could be heard from outside Putong City:
"Good news! Good news! Your Majesty! Good news from the Red Feathered Envoy!"
[Author's digression]: The allusion of Longmen seizing the robe has been slightly changed. In fact, Song Zhiwen was the author of Longmen Ying. The first poem Wing Chun Snow was written by Dongfang Qiu, although the name is very Chinese. Aotian, but he is indeed a poet in history.