With the title of 'summer', I have to say that the topic of Zhu Song is quite appropriate. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Throughout the ages, there have been many poems with the theme of the four seasons, and the reason why Zhu Song proposed this topic was actually to figure out the way back for himself, so as not to let him compose poems when he couldn't do it, and then it would be embarrassing!

"Your Highness, this topic is good!" Fang Tangjing clapped his hands and said, "It's just that this poem has been made, so it must be divided into superiors, right?" You can't just do that, can you?"

"Yes, yes, the so-called fighting poetry is about a fighting word, if it is just an ordinary poem, wouldn't it be a disadvantage to the word 'fighting'?"

Huang Kaifu was holding back his bad idea again, he glanced at the people in the pavilion, and said:

"I think we might as well be like this, you are all Confucianists, since you still want to evaluate the poems, why don't you choose a few judges to judge the quality of the poems we make, is this good?"

"Why do you need a few people, since the topic was proposed by my uncle, then the judges still let my uncle do it!"

Zhu Huixuan muttered dissatisfiedly: "Besides, although you all look like you are full of poetry and books, but in fact, where does my Uncle Song know more!"

This little guy, his small mouth is really scaring people to death!

Who doesn't know that he, King Han Zhu Song, is a dumb man who fights, eats and waits for death, and everyone who is still sitting doesn't know much about him, is this ironic about them?

Fang Tangjing and the others' faces darkened a little, but this time it was Zhu Huixuan who spoke, not a poor scholar like the Xie Zhen period, they dared to arrange the prince and royal family behind their backs, and they didn't have so much courage in person.

Therefore, although everyone's faces turned black, they didn't say anything, but the resentment in their hearts was left to some extent.

"Hehe, the little guy is talking nonsense, don't care!" Zhu Song put on a generous look, patted Zhu Huixuan's little head, and had a happy expression on his face.

"In the final analysis, His Royal Highness is also a male guest, and it is indeed unfair to let His Highness be a judge, and we have long heard that His Highness has five cars in his belly, and he is a master of Confucianism, if he can't read His Highness's poems today, it is really a pity for us!"

Fang Tangjing didn't want the poem to become embarrassing, but Fang Cai Zhu Huixuan's words were indeed easy to hate, so Fang Tangjing first praised Zhu Song for two sentences, and then pondered a compromise method:

"According to the lower officials, it is better to ask the princess to taste them!"

"Okay, that's it! And this king adds another lottery, if anyone wins, you can make a reasonable request to this king, and this king will try to satisfy him! ”

Zhu Song finally made a decision, "Come, the princes have put pen and ink in front of each other, don't be restrained, let's start!" ”

Zhu Song's words set the tone, and for the sake of fairness, the poems written by the people in the hall were handed over to the talented women in the flower shed to evaluate.

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"Hey, do you see it, those people in the pavilion are going to fight poetry!"

"Do those three children also write poems?"

"Who knows, it is said that it is the officials who represent the Confucianism of the imperial court, the scholars of the Hanmen led by the Xie brothers......"

I don't know who is cheap, and the people in the pavilion have the theme of 'summer' and the matter of fighting poems.

The garden began to become lively, and almost all the scholars and celebrities gathered in groups of three or five, chatting non-stop.

No matter how the people in the garden talked, these had nothing to do with the people in the pavilion, they were either thinking or writing, and even Zhu Huixuan and Zhu Zhanji, the two little guys, frowned.

Of course, there was also someone sitting there like no one, this person was Zhu Song, he kept drinking tea, and he glanced to the side from time to time, but there was still a blank sheet of paper in front of him.

After a while, everyone in the pavilion finished writing poems, and they were all put away, except for Zhu Song, Zhu Zhanji, and Zhu Huixuan, twenty poems were sent into the flower shed in the garden.

The woman who can sit in the flower shed is not an ordinary woman, even if she is not a talented woman with great wisdom, she is also a celebrity who is either rich or expensive.

Let's put it this way, these women include the daughters of scholars, waiters, and bachelors in the court, as well as the ladies of various celebrity families, all of whom are quite famous.

These women who can sit in the flower shed, if any of them are willing to favor the poor scholars, are enough to make them rise above the court, and at worst they can be mixed with the gentry.

Unlike the pavilion on the hill by the lake for the men, there are twenty-one seats arranged in the women's flower shed, and only half of them are made, and only ten remain.

You can't favor one over the other, there are a few empty seats on the male side, and the seats are lined up by fighting poems, and the same is true for the female guests.

The top seat, both public and private, should be sat by Xu Miaojin, in addition to her fame, the identity of the princess also played a great role.

Soon, after some discussion, the top three poems were selected from the flower shed, but they were not immediately taken to the male guest, but handed to Xu Miaojin.

The meaning is obvious, please sit in the last ranking!

Xu Miaojin was not polite, she looked at the poems, and then quickly wrote a comment on a piece of rice paper and sent it directly to the pavilion.

Holding the white paper in his hand and glancing at it, Zhu Song showed a smile on his face and said, "There is a result!"

"Uncle Song, I see, I want to watch!" Zhu Huixuan was in a hurry, and went directly to grab the rice paper in Zhu Song's hand.

"Hey, I said you're a little monkey, why are you so unstable?" Zhu Song slapped Zhu Huixuan's outstretched hand angrily, and said: "Look at the other Xiaoxuan and this Xie Shizi of the Xie Zhen Period, they are not much older than you, but they are much more stable than you!"

Zhu Huixuan opened his mouth and said, "Can I compare with them, I'm not as smart as them!" By the way, is this little brother in the top three?"

While speaking, Zhu Huixuan also stretched out his hand and pointed to the Xie Zhen period.

"Okay, this time the princes are fighting poems, this king will not announce the results first, let the princes evaluate the top poems first!"

Zhu Song ignored him, but unfolded the rice paper and read: "In August, the lotus flowers are fragrant all over the lake, and the red shirts and green leaves reflect the clear waves. The flowers on the Mulan boat are like women, and there are many children in the lotus house. ”

"What a 'August lotus flowers are fragrant all over the lake, and the green leaves of the redwoods reflect the clear waves'!"

"Although the whole poem does not mention the word summer, doesn't this 'August lotus' correspond to summer?"

"Although this poem is slightly feminine, it is a good poem!"

Zhu Song's voice landed, and the pavilion was silent for a long time, and then suddenly it became noisy and lively.

Zhu Song shook the rice paper, looked at the Juanxiu Xiaokai on it, and couldn't help laughing.

"Uncle Song, who wrote this poem?" Zhu Zhanji asked the key.

Zhu Song glanced at everyone and said, "Gongzi Xie, I don't know if this poem has a name?"

Xie Zhenqi stood up, arched his hand to Zhu Song in style, and said tenderly: "Your Highness, this poem is called "Watching the Lotus"!"

Well? It turned out to be his doing!

Seeing Xie Zhenqi standing up and replying, everyone in the pavilion looked incredible, a person who had lived for thirty or forty years was defeated by a six or seven-year-old child, and he really lived to a dog in the past few decades!

"Well, "Watching the Lotus", it's the right time!" Zhu Song nodded and said, "It is worthy of being the nephew of Bachelor Xie, he can make such poems at a young age, not bad, not bad!" This time, you won! I don't know what you want, as long as this king can do it, but it doesn't hurt to say! ”

"Your Highness! If I remember correctly, neither you nor the two little sons wrote down poems, it stands to reason that all the people in this pavilion are included in the poems, and the two little sons are still young, so it's just that, won't Your Highness want to compose a poem?"

Zhu Song was out of good intentions, how could he know that he didn't appreciate it at all, "Your Highness doesn't write poems, then this fight poem is unfair, and I don't recognize the result of this fight poem!" ”

"Presumptuous!"

Huang Kaifu and the others themselves had opinions about the Xie Zhen period, and when they heard this little rabbit cub say such rude words to Zhu Song, they hurriedly came to the well:

"You yellow-mouthed child, how dare you be so rude to His Royal Highness King Han? Your Highness, as the master of this room, is naturally in Your Highness if you don't write poetry, how can you be allowed to talk nonsense?"

Nima, is this helping Lao Tzu to speak? Why do you listen to these two goods, one singing black face, and the other singing white face?