Li Shizhi didn't tell himself a thing about the people who were invited to participate in the poetry meeting with great courtesy, and he couldn't tell them anything about this matter at all, otherwise none of these people would come. Li Shizhi couldn't say anything to them, he couldn't tell them that once these people appeared at the poetry meeting, they might become the target of Li Linfu's assassination, and he couldn't do anything about it.

In the first year of Tianbao, Xie Kun, a member of the protégé department who wrote Yongliu poems at the first Pear Blossom Poetry Conference, was impeached for corruption and lost his official position by Li Linfu's subordinates two months after participating in the poetry meeting. Shortly afterward, he drowned under the Baqiao. The autopsy said that it was a suicide, but Li Shizhi knew that it was definitely not.

In the second year of Tianbao, the second Pear Blossom Poetry Conference, Zhao Qinglin, a famous man invited by himself from Luoyang, returned to Luoyang shortly after participating in the poetry meeting, and was killed by seven knives. Li Shizhi knew that this was also not an accident, but because he won a game at the poetry meeting.

In the third year of Tianbao, Guo Qun, a famous scholar in Chang'an, was caught in a fire at home after participating in the Pear Blossom Poetry Club, and his wife and children did not escape.

Tianbao participated in the Pear Blossom Poetry Club for four years, and Chen Wei, the new editor of the Hanlin Academy, fell off his horse and died during an outing outside the city on the Mid-Autumn Festival.

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These people are all famous poets, and they have also contributed to their own efforts in the Pear Blossom Poetry Conference, they are either dead or abolished, in fact, they have a great responsibility, but they are really powerless to protect them, and even if they know that there will be danger, they can't say it clearly.

In the midnight dream, Li Shizhi also woke up in nightmares full of guilt countless times, but he still couldn't help but do it, and he couldn't give up the Pear Blossom Poetry Club, because he always thought that he could win Li Linfu. When Li Linfu falls, he may personally prescribe the law to overtake the souls of these people, but before that, he can't be soft-hearted, even if he knows that the people invited will suffer misfortune, in Li Shizhi's view, it is a necessary sacrifice to defeat Li Linfu.

So now, this Wang Yuan is obviously about to become the target of Li Linfu's attack, Li Shizhi's mood is very conflicted, if he wants to protect Wang Yuan, he must inform Wang Yuan that he is in danger and must restrict his freedom after the poetry meeting. But if I tell Wang Yuan, Wang Yuan will definitely be angry that I have dragged him into danger, and it may not be possible for me to use him at all.

How to choose, Li Shizhi has not yet made up his mind.

After lunch, during the break, Feng Jiuniang still arranged some programs in the pavilion, and the red prostitutes in the Qingguan also tried their best to show their skills, but because of Xu Hezi's performance, these songs and dances in front of them were beautiful, but it was difficult to mobilize everyone's enthusiasm.

When Wang Yuan sat quietly on the pavilion and watched these songs and dances fascinated, he faintly felt that there seemed to be a few pairs of dazzling eyes staring at him, which made Wang Yuan feel a feeling of thorns in his back. Originally, as soon as the untitled poem came out, everyone's eyes glanced at him, intentionally or unintentionally, which was not surprising, but Wang Yuan still felt extremely uncomfortable with this kind of vision.

Wang Yuan glanced at the place where his gaze came from out of the corner of his eye, and suddenly realized in his heart. Chen Miao'er of the Xiangzhu Pavilion did not participate in the song and dance performance, but sat on the pavilion opposite by a five-year-old official. The official is Wang Jie, Wang Jie's small eyes are staring at him, Chen Miaoer's red lips are excited and whispering something in Wang Jie's ear, that Wang Jiao replied in a low voice from time to time, but his eyes are always staring at Wang Yuan, and his eyes are becoming more and more fierce.

Wang Yuan knew that Chen Miaoer must be suing him, and it seemed that as Lan Xinhui said, he was afraid that he would really get into trouble. However, Wang Yuan was not too worried, he thought that as a prince in the imperial history of the imperial court, there was always some difference between right and wrong, and he should not be a prostitute. The woman's words came to her own trouble, so she quickly put the matter behind her.

After singing and dancing, Yan Zhenqing rang the bronze bell, and the second competition officially began. All the scribes automatically gathered on the pavilion in the middle, quietly waiting for the announcement of the title of the second poem.

Yan Zhenqing arched his hand at Wang Changling and said: "The first poem is a question for Maha Gong, and the second poem is naturally written by Brother Changling, Brother Changling, please." ”

Wang Changling hurriedly got up and arched his hand and said, "Okay, the old man will not shirk." The poetry meeting also opened the eyes of the old man, I didn't expect that Chang'an City is full of talents, the old man just went to Jiangning to serve for a few years, and in a blink of an eye, the poetry scene in the capital is already a new branch of the back wave pushing the front wave, to be able to participate in today's event, and all the masters and talents to concentrate on literary affairs, than to do anything to make the old man happy. ”

Everyone smiled and nodded, and sometimes it was a very pleasant thing for the literati to get together to discuss their writing experience and not get involved in foreign chores. Many people in the room felt the same way.

"Shicai Maha Gong took out a stunning red bean poem as the opening poem, which made the old man difficult, the old man seems to be unable to just come up with a poem to solve the problem, Maha Gong, you are giving me a problem."

Wang Wei laughed and said, "Can this kind of thing also stump you Wang Da?" Today, you must compose a poem on the spot to cheer up the poetry meeting. ”

The crowd applauded and applauded. Wang Changling nodded at Wang Wei's nose and shook his head with a smile and said: "Maha Gong still likes to give people the stage, I must go to your Zhongnanshan villa for a few days before I return, in order to repay this grievance." ”

Wang Wei said with a smile: "Welcome, let's drink spring water and eat mountain delicacies together, and we will be happy." ”

Wang Changling smiled and nodded, put away his smile, and then walked slowly on the pavilion with his head down, everyone stopped making noise, knowing that Wang Changling was conceiving poems.

After a while, a smile appeared on Wang Changling's face, and he stood up and said: "People say that I, Wang Changling, only know how to write side plugs, but today I want to be unexpected." Today's spring in the Pear Blossom Pavilion is harmonious, the guests gathered, the beauty of the banquet is like a cloud, how can such a scene be recorded without poetry, I have a song "Qinglou Spring" here, I hope you will not be disappointed. ”

While speaking, Wang Changling walked to the side, picked up the brush and wrote a few sentences, and Yan Zhenqing on the side picked it up and read: "The incense is moving into the building, and the high-profile zite is relieved of the night's sorrow." The intestines are broken off and the mountain is not explained, and the curtain hook is under the waning moon. ”

Wang Wei laughed and said: "Good poem, Changling will also write this kind of poem, but it is very rare, I think this poem is written with a sense of resentment, it is better to change it to Qinglou resentment." ”

Wang Changling smiled: "Yes, let's call Qinglou resentment." ”

Li Linfu's laughter came from afar: "How do you know if people are complaining or not?" I saw that they were all very happy today. ”

Wang Wei replied with a smile: "Whether you complain or not is not Xiangguo's final say, only the Qinglou woman has the right to speak." ”

Li Linfu pointed to Feng Nineteen Niang, who was standing aside, and said, "Nineteen Niang, I ask you, do you complain?" ”

Feng Jiuniang was embarrassed for a while, and didn't know how to answer, but after all, she was a clever person, and she responded in an instant: "Call the slave to say, we don't complain when we see Xiangguo, and we complain when we see Master Wang, in short, as long as Xiangguo and the masters are happy, we can do whatever we want to do in Qinglou." ”

Li Linfu laughed and said: "Look at the clever mouth of Nineteen Niang, she always has two sides and does not offend people, and her true appearance is just a casual joke, Wang Jiangning, you continue to ask your questions." ”

Wang Changling smiled slightly: "Thank you Xiangguo, my poem title is also simple, today the second and third days, soon it will be the sunny weather of flowers and grass green, you can make up your own topic, but everything related to spring, or flowers or birds or wind or rain, what you feel and hear in spring can be poetry, do not have to stick to one thing and one scene, what do you think?" ”

Several old masters of the judging group stroked their beards and looked at each other and smiled, Wang Changling This is giving all the talented people great freedom. Since ancient times, poetry clubs have themes, and today's poetry clubs have two consecutive themes with specific scenery as the title, which is surprising, but in fact, it is in line with the attitude of these two writers, who are open-minded and uninhibited.

"Guys, do you hear that? It's still limited to two pillars of incense, so let's think about it. Yan Zhenqing rang a bronze bell, and all the scribes came out of the pavilion one after another, each looking for a corner to compose a poem.

In fact, it seems that there is no standard for the title of this poem, but it is extremely difficult, first you have to determine what you want to write about, there are so many things about spring, you can choose specific images to choose the words, for many scribes, they would rather be assigned a topic than such a general topic. Therefore, this seemingly loose topic has put a lot of pressure on a large number of people.

For Wang Yuan, this kind of topic is the best, there are many famous poems in his head, but if he really specifies specific things, it is difficult to find the one that fits. Although Wang Yuan felt that in terms of literary talent, his real ability was much better than that of most people in this era, but it was an impossible task for Wang Yuan to refine the language into the form of Tang poetry such as a quatrain, and even to take care of the rhyme.

Therefore, although Wang Yuan was eager to try, he had to remind himself not to mess up this important occasion, and it was better to carry it honestly. Anyway, the Tang Dynasty I am in now doesn't know if it's the real Tang Dynasty, and I don't know if there are any dynasties like the Song, Yuan, Ming and Qing dynasties behind, so I just choose to carry it, anyway, the people who wrote those poems haven't been born or don't know if they will be born.

Wang Yuan was not in a hurry, the time of the two pillars of incense was too long for Wang Yuan, Wang Yuan only needed tea time. In most of his free time, Wang Yuan wanted to get to know Du Fu and chat, but he was afraid that it would delay him in thinking of new sentences.

Wang Yuan thought about it, or walked alone to the small pond in the north, sat down on the bluestone on the bank, he didn't want to show confidence, squinted and sat here, outsiders still thought that Wang Yuan was thinking hard about the verses, but in fact, he just closed his eyes and recuperated.