Chen Jiannan felt that he had missed a good opportunity.

At the beginning of the poetry meeting, the field was not hot, and even Emperor An was listless, if he appeared, then the praise that Zhou Zhi had not received now should be his.

But this time is not bad, the field is already hot, and he is confident that although his poems may not be better than Zhou Zhiwei, they will not be much worse.

Of course, he didn't just come to write poetry, he has another purpose today, of course, he has to write poetry first!

At this time, Zhou Zhiwei had already retreated and disappeared into the crowd, leaving the stage all to Chen Jiannan.

He closed his eyes, muttered for a moment, then opened them, paced, and said:

"Xianyuan misses, and everything is long.

If there is no moon on this night, the year will be empty. ”

Like Zhou Zhiwei, Chen Jiannan wrote a quatrain, but the former is a seven-character quatrain, and he is a five-character quatrain.

It's short, but it's tough.

Sure enough, after hearing this poem, Zhu Xinning also raised his head and glanced at him, Chen Jiannan's heart was overjoyed, and he quickly returned a smile that he thought was very handsome, but unfortunately Zhu Xinning immediately lowered his head and didn't see it.

Although there is no proposition, because it is the Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Club, all the poems are still written around the "moon".

And throughout the ages, every year during the Mid-Autumn Festival, poetry meetings will be held in various countries and places, and there are countless Yongyue poems that have emerged, and the words have basically been used again, so it is not easy to bring forth the new and write good works, so the poems written by those Jingzhou talents before will be unsatisfactory.

And Zhou Zhiwei and Chen Jiannan are undoubtedly the best among them.

After he finished reading, An Di also praised: "Not bad! ”

Chen Jiannan hurriedly saluted, "Thank you, Your Majesty, for the compliment!" ”

There was a little bitterness in his heart, because what Emperor An said to Zhou Zhiwei just now was "good", but what he said to him was "good", which is stronger and which is weak, it is clear at a glance.

Emperor An turned his head to look at Zhu Xinning again and asked, "Write down a few poems?" ”

"Just two."

Zhu Xinning replied.

Emperor An nodded, he preferred poetry after all, and at this time he seemed to have forgotten the bet with the three princes of Southern Qi, and looked at Bai Qingyuan and Song Baiyun, who were silent, "What does Bai Aiqing have of these two poems?" ”

"Back to Your Majesty, there are a lot of poems about the Mid-Autumn Festival since ancient times, and it is not easy to make them again, so those talents before can't make good products, but they can't be blamed all!"

When the talents below heard this, they all looked excited, and their eyes were full of gratitude when they saw Bai Qingyuan.

An Di sneered in his heart: This old thing knows how to buy people's hearts.

"However, Zhou Gongzi and Chen Gongzi were able to find another way, and the two quatrains they made were excellent, which shows that there are available talents everywhere in my Da'an country, which is really a blessing for Your Majesty!"

An Di nodded, sneering in his heart.

This Bai Qingyuan, who usually works against himself in the court, in front of so many people, is a sycophant again, and the practice of two sides and three knives is despicable.

Then he asked Song Baiyun, "Then Scholar Song will comment on the merits of these two poems!" ”

Song Baiyun is a scholar of Hallym University, and his poetry skills are not comparable to Bai Qingyuan, and his comments are quite professional.

"In terms of fluency and confrontation, it should be Chen Gongzi's poems!"

When Chen Jiannan heard this, his heart was overjoyed, and he was about to express his gratitude, but he heard Song Baiyun's words turn around, "But-this poem is too smooth, the battle is neat, and at first glance it doesn't look like it was made on the spot, but it seems to have been prepared in advance!" ”

Chen Jiannan was a little speechless, and prepared poems in advance to participate in the Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Meeting, which is a well-known unspoken rule!

Subsequently, Song Baiyun continued: "And Zhou Gongzi's poem has a better artistic conception, outlining the scenery of the back courtyard of Wuxian Garden, from the scenery to the love, and it is a temporary work, which should be better!" ”

Song Baiyun's comments are more fair and professional, and the talents under him are not dry meals, although they hate Zhou Zhiwei, but they still recognize Song Baiyun's comments.

An Di smiled and nodded, he didn't expect that two foreign talents who had never heard of him before would also have such a poetic talent, and glanced at Qi Junguang again, wondering if he had paid too much attention to him before? How do you feel that these two are enough to defeat him?

So he said: "Third prince, can the poems of our two talented men enter your eyes?" ”

"Yes, but if that's all there is, it will be a disappointment to this king!"

After listening to him, An Di was shocked, since he dared to speak like this, it seemed that he was sure of victory.

But he was quite unconvinced in his heart, thinking that he hadn't done a single poem but commented here, who can guarantee that the poems he wrote would be better than Zhou Zhiwei and Chen Jiannan?

Immediately said: "Third prince, since you have such confidence, why don't you also write a poem, let me wait to pay respects, when the time comes, which is better or worse, you have your own decision!" ”

Qi Junguang smiled and said in no hurry: "Your Majesty Emperor An, I will compose poems later, but we are guests from afar, so naturally we can't take the lead." ”

As he spoke, he glanced at the crowd, and his eyes fell on Song Jimao, "I don't know if any of you talented people have written poems, if not, then the king will be ugly!" ”

At this time, Song Ki-mao stood up.

"Jingzhou Song Jimao, I hope the third prince will advise!"

After finishing speaking, he glanced at Zhu Xinning, gritted his teeth, and then read aloud:

"Leaning on the railing is close to the cold sky, and the glass of wine is not in words.

Thousands of miles away, the wind and rain are with the moon. ”

Like Chen Jiannan, Song Jimao chose a five-character quatrain, but when it comes to quality, anyone with a discerning eye can see that the quality of this poem is worse than Chen Jiannan's.

Emperor An naturally saw it, and his brows furrowed.

Thankfully, there was no hope for him, what is this writing?

Even Zhou Zhiwei and Chen Jiannan are not as good as each other, he has not been out of the door for the past three years, is he studying poetry or sleeping?

Or rather... Did he do it on purpose?

Then he looked at Bai Qingyuan and Song Jimao, squinted his eyes and said, "Two Aiqing comment!" ”

Song Baiyun was the first to speak, and did not show mercy because it was his son: "It's just embarrassing, and there is nothing brilliant." ”

Bai Qingyuan followed: "Indeed, compared to the poems of Zhou Gongzi and Chen Gongzi, there are many inferiors, but they can also be the third in today's poetry club!" ”

The reviews are sharp, and everyone is still convinced.

After hearing this, Su Mowu on Emperor An's side was quite satisfied with Song Jimao: he really listened to this king, and deliberately wrote such a bad poem in front of his father!

As everyone knows, whether it was intentional or not, Song Jimao himself knows best.

Compared with poetry, he is better at writing lyrics, and for this Mid-Autumn Festival poetry meeting, he also specially prepared a good poem, intending to show himself again to Zhu Xinning.

But who knew that the rules of this poetry meeting were so fucked up, and he had to write poems first, and it was not surprising that he couldn't compare to Chen Jiannan.

After all, when he was in Wuxian Yuan a few days ago, Chen Jiannan wrote poems, which shows that he is good at writing poems.

If you use your own shortcomings to touch the strengths of others, you should lose.

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