Datang romantic little landlord

On the grassland on both sides of a meandering stream beside Qujiang Pond, many mats have been laid, and several tables are placed on them.All students participating in the poetry meeting can occupy a seat and cover a few cases by themselves.

When Li Wangyou led the Niu family brothers here, there were already hundreds of students sitting beside the Qujiang Pond, stretching for hundreds of meters, it was very lively.

There are two kinds of people in Datang who are eligible to take the Chang'an Shangshu Provincial Examination. One is from the capital and the prefectural and county schools, called students; For Juren.

The Niu family brothers are not scholars, so they can't sit in the seats, they can only watch from the outside.Li Wangyou randomly found an empty mat at the bottom of the stream, and sat down cross-legged.

Up to now, he is still ignorant, and he doesn't understand what the rules of this poetry society are?

It looks like it's going to have a "flying cup of water".

Qushui Liushang is a game that literati in the Tang Dynasty liked to play for composing and fighting poems.

The cup is a kind of wine vessel, mostly made of wood, which can float. Whoever turns or stops the cup flowing from the upstream in front of him will drink and compose poems, and others will sing poems in response.

From Li Wangyou's point of view, any poetry conference is only supported by the literati of the Tang Dynasty.With this skill, wouldn't it be good for him to spend two more sketches?

When he was still secretly cursing, he didn't notice that Li Er led a group of important officials to the Qujiang Pool and entered a water pavilion by the pool.

Soon, there was a crisp sound of beating the pot from the water pavilion, and the Qujiang pool, which was still talking about it, immediately fell silent.

Li Wangyou saw a thin old man walking out of the water pavilion, and said loudly, "Serve the wine!"

As the words fell, countless servants began to intersperse on the grass, bringing a jug of fine wine, some dried fruits, and pens, ink, paper and inkstones to each table.

Li Wangyou immediately understood that this was to let everyone write poems, but he didn't know how to judge them.

"Everyone, raise your glass and win!" The old man spoke again and raised his glass.All the hundreds of students present, including Li Wangyou, raised their glasses and drank the wine in their glasses.

After finishing a glass of wine, I heard the old man say loudly again: "All students are invited to compose a poem with the theme of spring day."

Li Wangyou was stunned, why do you feel that this poem is like an exam?

In addition to the beautiful environment, isn't this way of writing poems a kind of imperial examination in the Tang Dynasty?

But since I'm already sitting here, I have to show some skill and "plagiarize" a lot.Otherwise, it would be really bad if Yang Zuan really shamed himself to ask for the debt later.

Spring day was the topic, and the ancient poems with this theme in his mind were simply rotten. Li Wangyou felt that he had no pressure to "copy" ten capitals in one go.

Looking around, Li Wangyou was going to choose the most suitable song to copy.

But seeing many wild ducks playing in the water in Qujiang Pond not far away, Li Wangyou immediately thought of which powerful poem he should copy.

Su Shi and Su Dongpo's "Huichong Chunjiang Dawn Scenery" is most suitable for the scene of the Qujiang Pool.Li Wangyou wrote as soon as he picked up the pen, and changed the title of the poem.

"Dawn of the Quchi Spring River"

Three or two peach blossoms outside the bamboo, the spring river plumbing duck prophet.

The sprouts of Artemisia selengensis are short, which is exactly when the pufferfish wants to go.

For two to three minutes, while other students were still thinking hard about how to write a poem in spring, Li Wangyou had already written the whole poem on rice paper in a beautiful thin gold script.

Seeing that he finished the poem so quickly, the servants who were waiting on the side couldn't help but their eyes lit up, and immediately ran over to take the rice paper away.

Not long after, Li Wangyou's poems were sent into the water pavilion by the Qujiang Pond.

"Who finished the poem so quickly?" Li Er asked curiously.

"Return to Your Majesty, it is Li Wangyou from Hu County."

Hearing this, Li Er frowned slightly: "It's this kid again? Read it and listen."

"Yes, Quchi Chunjiang Xiaojing. Three or two branches of peach blossoms outside the bamboo, the Prophet of Spring River Plumbing Duck..."

After reading a poem, before the civil servants could speak, a group of military generals and princes began to clamor.

"Good poem, this poem is well written!"

"Even an old man like me can understand it, so it's a good poem!"

"To tell the truth, the Spring River is warm and the water is warm. Didn't the ducks know it first? Haha."

Because the princes had a good impression of Li Wangyou before, now they heard that it was Li Wangyou's poem, so they didn't care about 21, so they praised it first.

What they said made Li Er and a group of civil servants dumbfounded, but they did not deny that Li Wangyou's poem was really good!

047 Qinshi Mingyue Hanshiguan

A group of civil servants naturally couldn't comment on Li Wangyou's poems like Cheng Yaojin and the others.

Yu Shinan smiled and said: "Poetry is like painting, spring is overflowing, and it is warm, good!"

"Out of the ordinary, inherently high!" Changsun Wuji also nodded in praise.

"The actual situation is corresponding, and the taste is full of fun. What a prophet of plumbing ducks in the Spring River. Li Ziyouguo has an incomparable talent!" Kong Yingda applauded even more.

When everyone was praising, there was a discordant voice.

"Goose is also a prophet, why only say duck?"

Everyone was stunned when they heard the words, and many burst out laughing.

Cheng Yaojin immediately became unhappy, and jumped out screaming, pointing his nose and scolding: "Xu Jingzong, can you speak human language, you bastard?"

It was Xu Jingzong, one of the eighteen bachelors, who said strange things.

Xu Jingzong is only 36 years old this year. Although he is appreciated by Li Er, his official luck is not good.Seeing everyone praising Li Wangyou's poems at this time, I felt jealous, and couldn't help but ran to criticize.

Yu Shinan was not happy about his words: "According to the Yan family, there is no need to write this poem. Guan Guan Jujiu is on the continent of the river. For those on the continent of the river, turtledoves and Mingjiu are fine. Why bother?" Write Jujiu?"

The Yan family is Xu Jingzong's word.

Xu Jingzong could ignore Cheng Yaojin's scolding, but he couldn't pretend not to hear Yu Shinan's words.He could only bow his hands to Yu Shinan in embarrassment, expressing that he had said something wrong.

Xu Jingzong was very embarrassed to be slapped in the face by Yu Shinan in public.

Although he asked for it, but this person put his hatred on Li Wangyou, and became more and more jealous of Li Wangyou.

If Li Wangyou knew that he had such an unreasonable disaster, and somehow took the blame, he would probably faint in the toilet crying.

Being targeted by the No. [-] Yin man in the Wu Zhou Dynasty and the No. [-] traitor on the list, does this count as a person sitting at home, and the disaster comes from heaven?

Fortunately, Li Wangyou didn't know what happened in the water pavilion. At this moment, he happened to be drinking water and wine in his spare time, and he was in a good mood watching the scholars around him scratching their heads and writing poems in deep thought.

However, the old man didn't give everyone too much time. After burning incense, the servants took away the rice paper on everyone's desks and sent them to the water pavilion.

Not long after, servants came out, and according to the list, those scholars who didn't write anything, or who wrote nonsense poems, asked them to leave their seats.