As the night fell, the lights were coming, and the lights were coming, and the people were bustling around the edges. From time to time, some small vendors were interspersed and hawking among the crowd, but they didn't dare to speak loudly, because the protagonist tonight was the talented men in the pleasure boat in the middle of the Qujiang Pool.

Seeing that the time was almost over, Li Er said, "My dear friends, let's start the time almost over. This poetry meeting is quite talented, and if you delay it, you may not be able to enjoy a few poems until late at night.

Fang Aiqing, you can give this first question."

Fang Xuanling stood up and bowed, "Your Majesty, how dare the old ministers overtake us? This first question should be given by Your Majesty."

"If there is no place, today the king and the people will have fun together. After I will be selected as the top three, I will give the last question." Li Er laughed.

Everyone agreed, and Fang Xuanling no longer refused. As the Minister of the Tang Dynasty, Zuo Pushe, he was the first prime minister of real power, so he was naturally qualified to give the questions. The first question was not too difficult, so Fang Xuanling asked to write poems based on seasons.

Soon, the sound of the number was heard and the order was shouted at the pleasure boats on Qujiangchi. The first question was to write poems based on seasons, and the theme of the rhythm was not limited to two sticks of incense.

In a pleasure boat closest to the emperor and others, Changsun Chong, the initiator of this poetry conference, heard this topic and smiled confidently. Why do you need two sticks of incense for pediatrics? You can make two masterpieces within one stick of incense.

"Well... Since it's the summer Qujiangchi Poetry Festival and it's night, it should be done according to the situation." After a moment of contemplation, Changsun Chong began to write his own answer sheet.

In order to prepare for this poetry meeting, the court was really willing to pay for it. Not only the lights along the coast, the water boats were enlisted, and even the four treasures of the study were prepared in the boats, without students taking anything. Even the paper used was the rice paper with the best quality in the folk in the Tang Dynasty, second only to those used in the palace.

This is the tenth year of Zhenguan. If it were placed before the fourth year of Zhenguan, the empress in the palace bent to grow vegetables and eat, and the emperor went to court to lead the horse team to train troops. The national conditions can be seen. The Tang Dynasty was probably so poor that it was so poor that the whole country was tightening its belt to revenge on the Eastern Turks in the north, let alone a luxurious poetry party.

After the first question came out, Du Shaoqing bit his pen and recalled the works he knew. After Yu Shinan's guidance, he naturally knew that it was the best to write poems and ask for the scenery. Only after the scenery is now without gaining nothing can he use his association and find another way. However, the sense of substitution of that kind of poetry is one layer short of that kind. At least when the audience tastes it, he still has to diversify his imagination.

For some reason, when seeing the moonlight tonight, a seven-character quatrain appeared in Du Shaoqing's mind. It was a poem by Du Mu in the Tang Dynasty. He shook his head and Du Shaoqing laughed at himself, how could he think of her? No, he must have missed his daughter. He hasn't seen the child for many days.

When I entered the park and boarded the boat, Du Shaoqing looked at the emperor from afar and vaguely saw a group of women behind the queen, but the distance was too far and it was not real. I don’t know if my daughter and her came. It was also cause and effect. This poetry meeting was caused by Changsun Chong. Isn’t it for her? It is said that she escaped from marriage and probably lived in the palace.

As my thoughts came, Du Shaoqing had already started writing unconsciously. He had a handsome regular script, and within a few breaths, twenty-eight words were finished:

The silver candle is covered with cold autumn light, and the light silk fan is blowing at the fireflies.

The night is as cool as water at the sky, and I sit and watch the Alpine Weaver Star.

Seeing that he had finished writing the answer sheet, the scholar who reported the number next to him couldn't help but whisper: "Good poems and good poems! The young master is very talented, but this poem is a bit off. It's summer now, and you're writing in autumn. Are you considering making another poem again?"

Du Shaoqing smiled and shook his head, "No need, this one is here. Please hand over the paper on my behalf."

After signing the name, Du Shaoqing handed the answer sheet to the number-writer. These are all lower-grade students selected from the Imperial College. They can also experience and gain some knowledge to improve their knowledge.

At this moment, the two people were arguing from the pleasure boat next to them. Du Shaoqing vaguely heard a familiar voice, "Just hand in the paper like this, I am willing to write one less sentence of my own poem?"

This sound? Why is it so similar to Wu Zhao girl? Haha, how is this possible? Maybe it’s because I’m hallucinating. This poetry meeting is all male participation, and there will be no women who will end up, so the voices should be similar.

Before she knew it, Du Shaoqing remembered the innocent girl with a very unique personality. It was really interesting. People said that if she was given a marriage, she had to accept her fate and marry her, otherwise she would be resistant to the order. But whoever noticed this girl seemed to be afraid of resisting the order and agreed to regret her marriage.

The time soon took two incense sticks, which was ten minutes in later generations. It was really a bit harsh to write a poem in such a short time, but it was far inferior to Cao Zijian's seven-step poem in the Three Kingdoms. Therefore, the officials who were assessing did not review it too strictly. They could not cut down 80% of the people in one round, which would hurt the students' contendance.

"Okay, my colleagues, I have a masterpiece here. Please enjoy it: the green trees are thick and the summer is long, and the reflection of the towers enters the pond. The crystal curtains move and the breeze blows, and the roses fill the fragrance of the courtyard." The great scholar Chu Liang praised loudly and chanted the work on the spot.

Although Chu Liang is not young, his voice is full of energy and loud. The people around him can hear it clearly and applaud them all.

"Who is this masterpiece? It has a very artistic conception and extraordinary!" Yan Shigu asked.

"Let me see, oh, no wonder. It turned out to be the son of Duke Qi, Changsun Chong. They all said that this child is the number one talent among the younger generation in Chang'an. Now it seems true, it is true." Chu Liang flattered, and looked at his uncle Changsun Wuji with a smile. The other party's fat round face was full of smiles, and he did not forget to bow to the surroundings to be humble.

At this moment, a dissatisfaction came out. Everyone looked back and found that it was the great scholar Yao Silian. "It's a mess, it's a shame. Why are you going to compete in this literary talent?"

"Oh? Jian Zhi (Yao Silian's word), what kind of poems can trigger your bad temper?" Yan Shigu joked. His colleagues all know that Yao Silian's literary and knowledge are recognized by everyone, but his straightforward temperament is also famous.

He threw the answer in front of him out and said angrily: "I can't read it, it's not understandable."

Coincidentally, this thin answer sheet did not fall, but fell at the feet of Xu Jingzong. Xu Jingzong picked it up with a smile, and read it out directly, "It's just summer in Chang'an. I'm playing in the Qujiang Pond, fishing and wine, and grab shrimp to make a bowl of shrimp.

puff……"

Just after reading it, Xu Jingzong couldn't help laughing. It turns out that good poems can no longer arouse Yao Silian's violent temper.

Many examiners shook their heads, and these talents were also uneven, so it was inevitable that some of them were mixed with each other.

But Yan Shigu asked more: "Old Xu, you will not be an unknown person who dares to write such a poem about fishing and shrimp catching in front of His Majesty."

"Let me see, oh, it turns out it is Cheng Chumo, the eldest son of Duke Lu."

When Cheng Yaojin heard this, he was furious: "If you have the surname Xu, don't talk nonsense, what's the poem written by my son, old Cheng?"

Everyone laughed loudly. Li Er's originally frowning brows suddenly loosened, and tears fell from laughing. He thought it was some superficial naughty boy teasing poetry, but he didn't expect it to be the living treasure. But Lao Cheng stood up to protect his son. Not to mention that your son was not good at writing poetry, he was the examiner. This father and son are also weird.
Chapter completed!