Li Tai deserves to be the most favored prince by Li Shimin.

This Mid-Autumn Festival poetry meeting in the Wei Palace's mansion is large-scale, and the invited guests are even more extraordinary!

Xiao Yu, Li Gang, Ouyang Xun, none of these three bigwigs are simple characters.

Needless to say, Xiao Yu has paid homage to the prime minister many times, and he is the top nobleman in Chang'an City, and his influence in Jiangnan is even more extraordinary.

Although Li Gang is not as famous as Xiao Yu, he is also an extraordinary figure, he was a high-ranking official in the Sui Dynasty, and he was in the position of the crown prince during the Wude period, and he is still Li Chengqian's teacher.

It stands to reason that he is Li Chengqian's person, but in fact he is not anyone, otherwise Li Tai's poetry meeting would not have been able to invite him.

But unfortunately, if there were no accidents, he probably wouldn't have survived this year.

As for Ouyang Xun, he was one of the four great calligraphers in the early Tang Dynasty, and his literary attainments were extraordinary, and he was definitely qualified to be a judge of today's poetry club.

There is no fixed process for poetry meetings, basically a few important figures determine the theme, let a group of literati write poems within a certain period of time, and then evaluate them, and so on.

Of course, there will be some Oiran performances in the middle, which can be regarded as an embellishment of the poetry club.

"August osmanthus fragrance, since ancient times, osmanthus has been deeply loved by talented and beautiful people, today's first theme, I think how to choose osmanthus?"

In the middle of the courtyard, similar to the position of the rostrum in later generations, sat Xiao Yu, Li Gang, and Ouyang Xun, and next to the table was Li Tai.

The first to ask the question was Ouyang Xun, the poetry meeting was not a very formal occasion, Xiao Yu and they naturally would not contradict Ouyang Xun on this kind of matter.

Therefore, the first theme of the Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Club of the Wei Palace, "Osmanthus", can be regarded as decided.

"Brother Wang, Taiyuan's osmanthus is famous in the world, today's first theme is osmanthus, it seems that I can see you all the best tonight!"

The eldest grandson Chong rarely flattered Wang Jie.

Although Changsun Chong's talent is also outstanding among the sons of Xungui, compared with the most outstanding children of a family like Taiyuan Wang, Changsun Chong is still self-aware.

"It's hard to say, Lu Xuan and Zheng Hai are also here, and we can't tell whose poems are better. And that Cui Qing of the Cui family, right? Although he is not a descendant, and he was arranged by the family to be in charge of business, his poetry attainments are actually quite deep, and it is really hard to say whose work is the best. ”

With osmanthus as the theme, it happened to be a good question pressed by Wang Jie, although he was secretly happy in his heart, he was still modest in his mouth.

These children of the family, when they have an advantage, are often able to behave mildly.

"Brother Lu is good at writing lyric poetry, Brother Zheng is good at scriptures, Cui Qing's poetry is more focused on words, in my opinion, this first round, it should be Brother Wang who wins the championship." Changsun Chong still knows a lot about these top noble children in Chang'an City, after all, everyone is a circle of characters, even if they are personal friends, they also know each other better.

"Then it would be ugly for my brother." Wang Jie expressed his modesty, and he didn't bother to be false in that self-humility anymore, and soon wrote out the masterpiece he had prepared.

Other talented people who had ideas to participate in the first round of the competition also began to think about it.

Those who have ideas are ready to write, and those who have no clue are pretending to be pensive, and for a while, the surroundings become quiet.

"Wow! Brother Wang, have you handed in the papers? ”

It was just a cup of tea, Wang Jie finished the poem, and immediately asked the little guy around him to hand in the volume.

In this poetry competition, unless everyone's level gap is relatively large, many times the evaluation is relatively subjective; When the gap between everyone's levels is not obvious, those who submit the papers earlier generally have a higher chance of winning.

Clever thinking!

Agility is also important!

So you turn in the paper first, which means that you will be the winner with the same quality.

"Ahh Zheng Gongzi also handed in the papers! Sure enough, it is worthy of the Zheng family's unicorn. ”

"The most talented people in Chang'an City are here, I didn't expect the first topic to be so competitive."

"Of course, didn't you listen to His Royal Highness King Wei, the excellent works of today's poetry meeting will be ordered by the Wei Wangfu to contact the printing workshop to spread the world."

"Really? No wonder even a figure like Wang Jie made a move so quickly, it's really a good opportunity. ”

With the first person to hand in the papers, the others were quickly stimulated, and several judges on the stage also began to get busy.

"This Lu Xuan's "Osmanthus Yin", the full text is gorgeous, rich in feelings, and has such a writing at a young age, which is really amazing." Xiao Yu simply read a few contents and found a good poem.

"Xiao Gong, this Zheng Hai's "Osmanthus" is also good, although the text is not so gorgeous, but it is full of solemn feeling, which makes people think deeply after reading it."

Li Gang happened to see Zheng Hai's "Osmanthus" in his hand, and he couldn't help but show a satisfied smile on his face.

"The back waves of the Yangtze River push the front waves, this Wang Jie's "August Fragrance", like a master who has been immersed in poetry for decades, is worthy of being the eldest son of the Taiyuan Wang family. Xiao Gong, Li Gong, you can also take a look! ”

Xiao Yu and a few people kept flipping through everyone's works, putting the ones with better performances together and recirculating them for everyone, and soon discovered a few good works.

"It is said that the King of Wei has the style of a father, even if he writes osmanthus, it is also majestic and extraordinary. It's no worse than the people of the Wang family and the Lu family. ”

Although Li Gang is Li Chengqian's teacher, he did not belittle Li Tai for any reason, on the contrary, he looked very appreciative of Li Tai.

"Really. In my opinion, the winner of the first round tonight can basically be decided. Wang Jie, Li Tai, and Zheng Haidang are the top three! Xiao Yu looked around, and the people who should have submitted the papers seemed to have almost handed in, and felt that after waiting a while, the results of the first round would almost be announced.

However, at this moment, Wang Xuance took Li Kuan's work and handed it over.

"Yo, there are three works at once, and it seems that they are poems by talented people who came together." Ouyang Xun smiled and took one of the papers, and Li Gang and the others also took one each.

"People are idle and osmanthus falls", Ouyang Xun just saw the first sentence, and immediately came to the spirit, sat up straight, and looked down greedily,

"The night is quiet and the spring mountain is empty. The moonrise frightens the mountain birds, and the spring stream sings. Ouyang Xun couldn't help but read it out, "Good poetry, good poetry." Haha, Xiao Gong, Li Gong, I estimate that the first place position is going to be given up. ”

"Xinben, don't be happy too early, in my opinion, no matter how good the poems in your hand are, at most they will be second place."

Li Gang is the oldest, and calling Ouyang Xun is naturally just a word that calls him.

"Li Gong, I admit that Zheng Hai's poems are good, but the poem I want to recommend is definitely better than it." Ouyang Xun showed a confident smile, "Listen, people are idle and the osmanthus flowers are falling, and the night is quiet and the mountains are empty." The moonrise frightens the mountain birds, and the spring stream sings. How's that, this poem deserves the first place, right? ”

"After reading the whole poem, it seems to make people see a beautiful picture of the night in the deep mountains, in the empty woods, the silence is abnormal, the osmanthus flowers fall from the branches, and the moon comes out at this time, and the birds in the mountains are alarmed, which is really wonderful." Xiao Yu didn't have time to look at the work in his hand, and when he heard Ouyang Xun recite this poem, he immediately praised it.

But Li Gang was stunned on the side, Ouyang Xun just read a good poem, how could he ...... it in his own hands

"You also listen to the poems in my hand, and then determine the ranking!"