Volume 1: Painting Hall Spring Chapter 15: Qing Poetry Will Become Famous
When everyone looked at the emperor because of Shen Ziru's words, the emperor's expression immediately returned to normal. He turned sideways to King Guang, King Xiang, and King Yu and said, "Then I am the first to say this first sentence?"
The three princes had different expressions, but they did not express any objection.
Qingxi then looked at the three princes carefully, and made a preliminary judgment in his mind. The older one with a big belly should be the unconcerned Prince Yu, and the thin one holding a folding fan should be the gentle and elegant Prince Xiang. So the rest
Needless to say, the one who looks powerful is King Guang.
"Since all the ministers think that Miss Ling's calligraphy is very good, please invite Miss Ling to come forward and write down this Huaiyuan poem!" The emperor waved to Qingxi.
Qingxi had no choice but to stand in front of the writing desk again, putting the silk handkerchief aside, holding the pen in one hand and holding her sleeves in the other, waiting for His Majesty the Emperor's masterpiece.
The emperor opened his mouth and said: "The green leaves and red flowers are in spring, and the orioles are happy and pretty everywhere."
Qingxi wrote freely, recording everything one by one. All the ministers expressed their appreciation for these two lines of His Majesty the Emperor's poems with appropriate expressions.
Then, the King of Xiang spoke up, and without thinking for long he continued: "The tea garden feels even more poetic, and an old friend from thousands of miles away has arrived."
Qingxi's ears twitched slightly, and her first reaction was that the voice was wrong. King Xiang was not the person who was discussing the conspiracy outside the house last night.
The emperor nodded slightly, expressing satisfaction; the expressions of the ministers changed immediately, making everyone feel that they were all immersed in this endless poetry.
King Guang then stood up, walked a few steps, and frowned as he received: "The deep love grows with the sun and climbs to high places, the rivers and lakes are far away and the world is proud."
It wasn't him. Qingxi quickly wrote down a poem and looked up at King Guang who had already hurriedly stood up. It must be him!
I saw King Guang striding forward and bowing deeply to the emperor: "Brother, you know this is not my strong point. How can I take on this? Many brothers, this is the most difficult task."
Leave it to me! I give up, give up!"
Hearing this voice, Qingxi subconsciously raised his head, first glanced at Prince Guang, and then moved towards Xiao Yizheng. Seeing him drinking tea calmly, he looked at the emperor again.
The emperor was smiling kindly at Prince Guang. He said warmly: "Ninth brother, I can't let you be lazy every time!"
"Brother, I am not lazy! You asked me to go to the front line of the battlefield, and I will take the lead. But I am really not good at this kind of writing."
"Your Majesty, I don't think it's time to embarrass my ninth brother." King Yu patted King Guang on the arm and said with a smile.
"That's all." The emperor waved his hand, looked at Qingxi with a smile, and asked, "Have you finished writing it?"
Qingxi quickly asked the waiter to present the work.
The emperor held the paper and looked at it for a long time. The ministers were still whispering and complimenting the unfinished poem.
Qingxi didn't think about how this poem was written at all. Her whole mind was on the sound.
Yes, she was sure that the voice she heard last night should come from the brave King Guang who was standing next to the emperor at the moment. Confirming this matter made her feel a little more at ease, and then she realized that there was a thin layer of sweat on her palms.
, she hurriedly took out her silk handkerchief and wiped it. When she raised her eyes, she saw the emperor and the three princes above her looking at her. She glanced at Prince Guang subconsciously, and was shocked to find his sharp eyes. She quickly lowered her head slightly and held the hand in her hand.
The silk handkerchief accidentally slipped again. She picked it up as calmly as possible and waited for the emperor's instructions.
"This poem of yours really doesn't look like something written by your daughter's family." The emperor's eyes returned to the paper. "Ling Aiqing, your lady's handwriting was not taught by you, right? I remember that you usually write in regular script.
Your concubine's running calligraphy has a majestic and majestic force."
"Your Majesty has a keen eye. My daughter has been practicing calligraphy and reading with her father-in-law since she was a child." Ling Deyan said respectfully.
"Yes!" The emperor nodded, turned to Xiao Yizheng and said: "Liu Lang, today's poem is incomplete, so I will give you this calligraphy. You can complete the rest of the poem in the future!"
Xiao Yizheng stood up unhurriedly, looked at the emperor with a smile, and slowly took the paper in his hand without saying anything.
The emperor said with a smile on his face: "Everyone has been enjoying themselves for half a day, and it's time to have a meal. All the ministers will take a walk around the palace at will. When the arrangements are made in the main hall, we will come back. We, the king and the ministers, will have fun together."
After the emperor retreated to the back hall to rest, everyone gathered in twos and threes to chat, or walked to the outside of the main hall to relax.
Qingxi walked up to her father and saw her father's expression turned ugly. She knew why. Her parents wanted her to keep a low profile, but she was in the limelight today, but she did not do it voluntarily. "Dad."
She called out weakly.
"Okay, let's talk about it when we get back." Ling Deyan saw a wave of people coming up to greet him, so he could only smile and greet him. But he still whispered to Qingxi: "Avoid some people and go outside by yourself.
Find a quiet place for a while and come back later." Qingxi nodded in agreement, and when he was about to step back, Ling Deyan ordered again: "Don't cause trouble!"
The emperor and others were resting in the apse. To the north of the apse was a small lake with a small area. There were rockeries and green plants beside the lake, which complemented each other well and made it a scene in the palace.
The emperor sitting in the palace is relaxing with his eyes closed.
Prince Yu and Prince Guang stood by the lake outside the palace and exchanged words happily. Prince Xiang and the prince sat in the palace pavilion and continued to sip tea. Xiao Yizheng stood in front of the window pane, thinking about something.
King Xiang fiddled with the tea lid in his hand and said slowly: "Brother Huang, whose works do you think will be spread all over the world tomorrow in this year's Qing Poetry Festival?"
The emperor closed his eyes, smiled faintly, and said nothing.
"What do you think, the prince?" King Xiang looked at the prince again with a smile.
"The poems of Bai Shangshu and Lu Xueshi are both good, and I also quite appreciate Master Yang's poems." Xiao Yihe said Wen Wen.
"So what does King Heng think?" King Xiang looked at Xiao Yizheng standing by the window with a deep smile.
Xiao Yizheng turned around, glanced at the emperor who still had his eyes closed, and said solemnly: "Tomorrow, along with those poems and poems, Ling Shilang's beloved daughter will be spread. She is the most unexpected focus of today's Qing poetry meeting.