The sobering soup seemed to have no effect, in the eyes of the ministers and envoys, Li Xiao was still so drunk, his face was still flushed, and the blurred meaning in his eyes did not disappear in the slightest. In their eyes, it was because Xiao Shixian drank too much wine tonight that he would be like this. Now is not the time to think about these, in front of the palace, His Majesty asked him to compose two poems, in such a state, let alone two poems, one is difficult.

Li Xiao is also strange, why he drank so much sobering soup, his face is still so hot, but his brain is much clearer, he doesn't have to bother to suppress his drunkenness, and his body is naturally relaxed.

Turning around, in the sight of everyone, he stretched out his hand to touch the glass Buddha statue behind him, its surface was smooth, without a trace of roughness, and the coldness from it made him feel refreshed. He didn't speak, he stood quietly with his eyes closed, feeling the coolness in the Buddha statue.

The ministers and envoys looked at the young man's appearance, and many people couldn't help frowning. Since just now, the little poet fairy only said one sentence, "the first poem", and then it was in such a state, there was no follow-up, wasn't it stumped? Also, the first one is an inscription poem, an inscription poem for the Buddha statue, and the difficulty is not ordinary. There are also those who silently count the numbers, one, two, three...... It was about the tenth breath, Li Xiao slowly opened his eyes, and the blurry color in them was still there, but if he observed carefully, at this moment, his eyes were clear, and he didn't look like a drunk person at all.

After a full separation, Li Xiao turned around slowly, only an inch away, he would hit the Buddha statue, just this one action, it made the ministers and envoys hold their breath, if such a large Buddha statue fell, the scene was ...... It's spectacular. It was the time of five breaths again, he raised his head slightly, his beautiful face was full of smiles, his lips moved slightly, and he recited: "Bodhi has no tree, and the mirror is not a platform." Buddha nature is always pure, where there is dust! The heart is a Bodhi tree, and it is a mirror platform. The mirror is clean, where is the dust! Bodhi has no tree, and the mirror is not a platform. There is nothing in the first place, where is the dust! Bodhi only seeks from the heart, why bother to seek the mystery from the outside? I heard that according to this practice, the West is only for now! ”

Bodhi has no tree, and the mirror is not a platform. This is what Hui Neng did, the Tang Dynasty Buddhist master Hui Neng did 、、、 himself, Li Xiao, who had never studied Buddhism, did not know the meaning of this poem, but had heard the two sentences "Bodhi has no tree, and the mirror is not a platform." After that, I was fortunate enough to memorize the whole poem. Looking back at all the poems in my head, there is only this one suitable for the inscription of Liang Guoshouli. Moreover, there are also these scriptures in this world, and composing poems in this way can be regarded as reasonable and well-founded, and the recitation will come out, and no one can say that it is absurd.

As soon as the words fell, the hall was silent, and then several people from the foreign envoys suddenly stood up and cheered loudly: "Good poetry! ”

These envoys are from India in the far west, India is the origin of Buddhism, Li Xiao's poem whether the Emperor Haoguo likes it or not, anyway, they are extremely satisfied, especially the two poems, "Bodhi has no tree, and the mirror is not a platform." There is nothing in the first place, where is the dust! "It's a classic. Moreover, at the level of this poem, the author of this poem should be an enlightened monk who studied Buddhism, and it is really shocking that this poem came from the mouth of a sixteen-year-old boy.

If it weren't for the inconvenience of the occasion, the Indian envoys would like to pull Li Xiao to talk about Buddhism.

Even the Indian envoys of the origin of Buddhism applauded, and the other ministers and envoys in the hall knew how to applaud even if they didn't know what the poem Li Xiao was doing. Even Jiang Zuolang, who proposed the inscription poem on the side, couldn't help but admire.

It is true that Li Xiao is a little poet, but he was really shocked that a sixteen-year-old boy could make poems about Buddhism.

His Majesty the Emperor's face did not fluctuate at all, he didn't understand Buddhism, so he didn't know whether the poems made by Li Xiao were good or bad. Of course, he was not surprised. Smiling slightly, he turned his head to look at the envoys of the Liang State and asked, "I wonder if the Liang envoys think this poem is worthy of this glass Buddha statue?" ”

is worthy of it, if Jiang Zuolang is cheeky and says that he is not worthy of it at this time, I am afraid that the Indian envoys on the side will rush forward directly and beat him up. Jiang Envoy has also studied Buddhism, so he naturally knows the weight of Li Xiao's poem. Poetry is not a good poem, but every line of poetry comes from the Buddhist language. He arched his hand and said with a wry smile: "Li Gongzi is not only amazing in poetry, but also profound in Buddhism, Jiang admires. This glazed Buddha statue is worthy of Li Gongzi's poems. ”

It's not that poetry is worthy of a Buddha statue, but that a Buddha statue is worthy of a poem. It was originally a poem for the Buddha statue, but it became a poem for the Buddha statue. This is the highest praise for Li Xiao's poems.

The Indian envoy also nodded with satisfaction and sat down slowly. At this time, Emperor Hao also nodded with satisfaction.

Haoguo's literary scene is not as good as Liang's, and almost half of the talented people will not study Buddhist culture. Therefore, today's Jiang Zuolang proposed to inscribe poems for the Buddha statue, which is a great problem. simply Li Xiao carried it out, otherwise Haoguo would be disgraced by Xiliang again. He turned his head sideways and said to the little eunuch who was writing on the side, "Can you write it down?" ”

"Back to Your Majesty, I've written it down." The little eunuch was busy bowing down, and the palace maid on his side hurriedly handed over the rice paper with the poem to His Majesty. Li Xiao didn't memorize it quickly, but it made it easier for them to write.

Emperor Hao looked at the poems on the paper, and the corners of his mouth raised a strange arc. He handed the rice paper in his hand to the queen, waved his hand, and motioned to the attendants in the hall who carried the Buddha statue to carry the Buddha statue down. Glass Buddha statues, fragile and precious. When the Buddha statue was lifted, Emperor Hao turned his head, looked at Li Xiao and a few people in the hall, and said: "Today's poem is good, so I will spare you for the sin of losing your honor in front of the palace." Go down, both of you. ”

I didn't blame Li Xiaodian for being drunk and deceitful, but at this time, I just used this excuse to forgive Gao Changyu's recklessness. Gao Changyu was a little reluctant, Lu Yunlu was full of sadness, and he was busy pulling Gao Changyu down.

Jiang Zuolang passed by Li Xiao's side, thought for a while, and asked, "Li Gongzi, does the poem just now have a poem name?" ”

"Bodhi...... It's called Bodhi! Li Xiao smiled and replied.

As soon as the words came out, everyone in the hall was boiling again. If nothing else, this song will set off a shock in the literary world and even Buddhism. And I'm afraid that in the next hundred years, no one will dare to write poems for Buddhism. In short, this poem will be the ceiling of Buddhist poetry.

Soon, Li Xiao was the only one standing in the hall. He couldn't go down, and he wrote only one of the two poems. It is easy to write a poem, even if it is simple, but it is easier to write it with a goal than to write it out of thin air.

"Li Xiao!" The sixth time, Emperor Hao called Li Xiao's name, but this time it was different from the previous time, there was no anger in his tone, and there was no mildness, it was very bland.

"The grass people are here." After drinking so much sobering soup and pretending to be drunk, it is really a bit fake.

"There is also a poem that has been written, and there is a reward, but if it cannot be written...... Just give me back to your Suzhou. "Is this a scolding, it's not.

Emperor Hao has thought a lot these days, he is the most powerful person in this country, there are 10,000 people here, and there is no one here. He only needs one sentence to keep Li Xiao in Jingshi and stay by his side. But this is not what Li Xiao is willing to do. This child, or rather, - a friend. The latter's heart is in Suzhou, and it is okay to stay strongly, but only his people are left, not his heart.

Emperor Hao has enjoyed decades of loneliness, and he is the only one in this world. There were no towering buildings, no gaudy, glittering neon signs, and nothing that felt familiar to him. One can imagine how excited he was when he knew that there was Li Xiao. In a foreign land, the same as a stranger. He really wanted to hear Li Xiao tell those familiar and already unfamiliar stories, and he wanted to sit with Li Xiao and talk about the past. The world that can't be returned, the world that only exists in the memories of the two of them. Therefore, for him, Li Xiao is not only a fellow villager, but also misses that world.

He wanted to keep Li Xiao, but the latter didn't seem willing to stay in Jingshi. Empathy, this is the first empathy after he came to this world and sat on the dragon chair. If it were him, he would not leave his beautiful sister at home alone and do something dangerous in Jingshi, thousands of miles away. It's also interesting to say, he wasn't like this in the past, but he didn't leave Wan Guifei alone.

The ministers and envoys in the palace didn't think too much, in their opinion, Li Xiao's first poem had earned enough face for Haoguo, and it was understandable whether the second poem could be done or not, after all, it was not easy for the latter to write two poems in a row in his current state. Emperor Hao's words also gave Li Xiao a step down.

made it, there was a reward, and if it was not made, then Li Xiao did not have any loss. The latter has no official title anyway.

The girls behind the screen were still discussing the poem that Li Xiao had just written, and suddenly heard His Majesty's words, and they were all puzzled, Li Gongzi has such a poetic talent, how can the court give up so much because he can't write poetry now. One after another, the girls all felt angry about Li Xiao.

"Yunlu, why do you say that father? Li Gongzi's poetry is amazing, why let him go back because he couldn't compose a poem. Gao Changle Dai frowned slightly, poked Lu Yunlu, and said softly: "What's wrong with my father today, he is not usually like this." ”

She often accompanies the Queen Mother, and naturally she is familiar with Buddhism, and the poem just now is really very appropriate to Buddhism. If she didn't know that the person who wrote the poem was Li Xiao, she would think that she was the one who got the presence of the monk.

Li Xiao drank too much tonight, and no matter how good the sobering soup was, it couldn't make people sober as before. In such a state, it is not easy to make a poem, and if you come again, I am afraid that you may not be able to read the poem clearly.

How did Lu Yunlu know what the emperor was thinking. Fortunately, Li Xiao made a song and did not implicate Lu Yunlu. As for the sentence that went back to Suzhou if he couldn't do it, or it was related to Gao Changyu. She shook her head, and her red lips activated: "Maybe it's because of the relationship with the woman who appeared just now." Your Majesty, I don't like Li Gongzi to be too close to that woman. ”

Although Gao Changle didn't understand very much, he still didn't ask much. From just now, Lu Yunlu deliberately avoided the woman's affairs.