Shu Hongxuan sat in the position of the second prince, and saw that there were already more than 20 young talents present, because of his arrival, the originally lively atmosphere suddenly disappeared. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Shu Hongxuan smiled, "Your Highness, Rong Jing is not good at poetry and songs, so Rong Jing will not be ugly." ”

The second prince laughed heartily, "Rongjing, you are too modest, it's okay, you are all three yuan and first, don't steal their limelight here, you and His Royal Highness, comment on their poems." ”

Shu Hongxuan is a member of the Chinese Academy, which is fundamentally different from the students who have not yet emerged from the scene, and the second prince did not feel that he proposed to let Shu Hongxuan write poetry and he refused to lose his face, in the final analysis, if Shu Hongxuan really followed these students to compete in poetry and writing, it would be a discount.

than winning, some people will say that Shu Hongxuan is the third yuan and the first, winning is the proper meaning, and if he loses, it is not worthy of his name, and his reputation is not good. So Shu Hongxuan's euphemistic refusal is understandable for the second prince.

It's a pity that the second prince doesn't know Shu Hongxuan's thoughts, Shu Hongxuan himself is really not good at poetry and songs, he is good at making articles and making arguments, but he has a brilliant civilization achievement in his mind, and he can take out a random poem, which can also make people in this era amazing.

But he felt that it was not written by himself, and he did not bear the praise of others that he should not bear.

If you're not good at it, you're not good at it, he doesn't mind being known, anyway, the government can't rely on poetry and songs.

Many students present were a little disappointed, originally thinking that they could see the demeanor of Sanyuan and Di, but they knew that the two sides were not on the same level.

In fact, the young people present are either the same age as Shu Hongxuan or a few years older than him, young people will always be competitive, and they all want to compare with Shu Hongxuan how powerful he is.

Of course, there are also students who are secretly glad in their hearts, Shu Hongxuan did not compose poems with them, originally everyone came here to make themselves in the limelight, what kind of business did Shu Hongxuan come to?

"I just said that I wrote poems with the title of 'Spring Breeze', do you have good poems?" The second prince asked with a smile.

One of the students in the seat stood up, arched his hand towards the second prince, and chanted loudly: "The spring breeze is like a distinguished guest, and it will be prosperous as soon as it arrives." Come to sweep the snow of thousands of mountains and return to the flowers of all countries. [Note 1]

"Good poetry! Now is the time of spring and winter communication, and this poem is very appropriate! The second prince exclaimed.

There was obvious joy on this person's face, and he was humble again and again, "Your Highness has praised it falsely." ”

Another student stood up and arched his hand, "The student has a song too." It rained in the mountains overnight, and there should not be much spring. Xiao looks at the grass on the continent, and it is green to the Dongting wave. [Note 2]

The second prince clapped his hands and laughed, "Good poetry, good poetry!" The inscription is beautiful, the poem is super easy, not bad. ”

The smile on this person's face couldn't hold back, and the joy was clearly visible, "Thank you, Your Highness, for your praise." ”

Since then, several students have stood up and chanted their own poems, and in the process, Shu Hongxuan has been sitting quietly and has not expressed his opinion.

"Your Highness, the students also have one."

Another student got up, this student was wearing a royal blue robe, his posture was long, his face was like a crown of jade, warm and amiable, and his bearing was graceful, which made people look at it and praise "Good Langjun".

When Shu Hongxuan saw this person, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he waited for him to recite poetry without saying a word.

"Jasper is made into a tree high, ten thousand hanging down green silk, I don't know who cut out the thin leaves, and the spring breeze in February is like scissors." [Note 3]

After Xie Zhi'an finished chanting this poem, Shu Hongxuan clapped his hands first, causing the second prince to look at him: "Rong Jing, do you think this poem is very good?" ”

Shu Hongxuan commented: "The first two sentences of the poem use the metaphors of jasper and willow leaves to depict the vitality of spring willows, which are verdant and green; The last two sentences are even more ingenious to compare the spring breeze to 'scissors', and vividly express the invisible and unpredictable 'spring breeze', which is not only novel in concept, but also full of charm. This poem is wonderful, gentle, and a good poem! ”

The second prince also nodded slightly in agreement, this is the first time Shu Hongxuan has commented and praised a poem, the second prince secretly read this poem in his heart, and he has to think that Shu Hongxuan's comment is just right.

"Your Highness sees you like this, but you are a new student?" The second prince asked softly.

The invitations at his banquet were all lists drawn up by the staff of the palace for him, and the staff would invite students they thought were promising every year, so that the second prince could choose from them.

The second prince is a busy man, and it is impossible to see who is on the invitation one by one, and if you get his eyes, you will naturally know.

Xie Zhixin was overjoyed, and hurriedly said: "Your Highness, the student's surname is Xie, his name is Zhi'an, he used to study with his father in office, and his new father was transferred back to Beijing, so he came back with him. ”

"Oh?" The second prince turned sideways and asked with a smile, "Does your father have any official position in Beijing?" ”

Xie Zhi'an said respectfully: "My father is the new Honglu Temple Cheng Xie Feng. ”

The second prince's face was gentle, and he was not impatient when he heard that Xie Zhi'an's father was a fifth-grade official in Beijing, but asked, "Can you have a meritorious reputation?" ”

Of course, he has a meritorious reputation, otherwise Xie Zhian would not be able to enter the threshold of the Second Prince's Mansion at all.

"Students are the sons of Xiping for 32 years." Xie Zhi'an is still very proud when he talks about this, and his fifteen-year-old son is much more powerful than most students.

The second prince turned to Shu Hongxuan with a smile: "Rong Jing, it's the same subject as you." ”

Shu Hongxuan also smiled and exclaimed: "Young and promising!" ”

However, it was normal for the words of admiration to fall into Xie Zhi'an's ears, but he was uncomfortable for a while, he was the same age as Shu Hongxuan, one was already a celebrity around His Majesty, and the other was here to rely on his talent to be appreciated by others.

Xie Zhi'an looked at Shu Hongxuan's clear and handsome face, felt uncomfortable for a while, and muttered secretly, I don't know if it was because of his appearance and flattery that His Majesty valued him, and he didn't even dare to compose poems, which showed that it was not worthy of his name.

Xie Zhi'an completely forgot that if Shu Hongxuan hadn't spoken out in admiration, the second prince would not have paid attention to him at all - no matter how good he was at writing poetry, if he didn't have a little sensitivity in handling court politics, it would be in vain.

"Zhi'an, the next imperial examination will be two years later, but you have to work hard." The second prince encouraged.

Only when he is admitted to the Jinshi can he have the opportunity to take refuge in him, otherwise he is a dignified second prince, why should he have a lift? Holding a banquet is just to cast a wide net.

"Yes, Your Highness, please rest assured, Zhi'an will live up to your expectations." Xie Zhi'an sat down proudly.

Shu Hongxuan's eyes swept away, and he saw that many people present had jealousy and envy in their eyes, and smiled slightly in his heart.

[Note 1]: Qing Yuan Mei "Spring Breeze"

[Note 2]: Qing Yunge's "Dawn Rises"

[Note 3]: Tang He Zhizhang's "Yongliu"

(To be continued.) )