Li Tai has been talented since he was a child, and he is very popular with Li Shimin, according to the convention, the prince should go to the fief when he becomes an adult, and he is not allowed to stay in Gyeonggi for a long time, but Li Shimin is reluctant to leave this son by his side, regardless of the advice of the ministers to charter "not an official".

Recently, Li Tai has been even more proud, because Li Shimin allowed him to set up a literature museum in his mansion and let him recruit bachelors on his own, which can be described as a favorite king.

Presiding over this Jinguang Lake Poetry Club is the first major event he did after setting up the Literature Museum, looking at the literati Li Tai who came from all over the world to be proud of his chest, there is a kind of pride that all the talents in the world are used by me, I am afraid that the prince does not have such a reputation.

For this poetry meeting, he specially invited several great Confucians in the court to serve as judges, and he himself was proficient in poetry.

The first round of the poetry meeting is to submit poems, and the participants in the poetry meeting submit their poems prepared in advance to be judged by Li Tai and several great Confucians, and only those who pass the poetry will be eligible to enter the next round of the poetry club.

Everyone was obviously prepared, and the poetry meeting began to hand in their own poems.

After judging and screening, all the submitted poems were divided into two parts, one part was mostly written by the children of Chang'an City, who were completely ignorant of what to do, and wasted a lot of good rice paper and ink in vain.

In the past, the people who presided over the poetry meeting did not want to offend the children of Chang'an City, although they despised it in their hearts, but they still had to praise their poems, but today it was Li Tai who presided over the poetry meeting, and Li Tai, as the king of Wei, naturally did not have to give face to these unlearned and unskilled children, and the judge was even Li Tai who had to treat him politely to the great Confucian of the dynasty. At the poetry meeting, the gentlemen who have always been invincible have all folded this time, and they have lost their previous arrogance, and they are all depressed.

Xiao Cui on the painting boat immediately smiled when he saw this scene: "Miss, look at those young masters in Chang'an City, they still bragged about how good their poems were during the poetry meeting the day before yesterday, but today they are like defeated roosters, which is really interesting." ”

Li Tai's move greatly won the favor of the literati, and they were also very disgusted with the distraction of the poetry club, and they liked to make fun of it without a little ink, and a good poetry club was often stirred up by them.

In addition to the trouble-stirring works of the gentlemen, another part of the poems is still something to say, but there are also high and low, with Chen Haobai's Yongmei poem being the best, and it soon spread throughout the poetry club.

Xiao Cui lay on the window of the painting boat with a nymphomaniac look and muttered: "Chen Gongzi's poems are really good. ”

Chen Haobai's poems are indeed good, and the rhetoric is gorgeous, but the artistic conception is still a little worse than this Yongxue poem. Ning Xiang glanced at the silk paper on the corner of the table and said: Could it be that the last two sentences of this Yongxue poem are really someone else's pen? Otherwise, why has there been no new prince until now?

Just as Li Tai was about to announce the end of the poem, a fat young master squeezed forward with a fat maid, it was Wang Xiang and Xiaoya.

"Wait a minute, my young master's poem!"

Rushing to the end of the poem made Li Tai a little unhappy, and seeing the two of them coming empty-handed, he was even more unhappy in his heart, and asked: "Since you came to submit poems, where is your poem?" ”

Wang Xiang didn't know that there was such a thing as a poetry club, so he came directly without preparation, and when he heard Li Tai's question, he had to pretend to be proud: "Read more than 10,000 volumes, write like a god, this son has a hundred poems in his belly, why do you need to submit poems." ”

As soon as Wang Xiang's words came out, everyone was shocked, and Ma Wenxin, one of the four great talents in Luoyang, went out of the crowd and said angrily: "Who are you, such a big breath, even Brother Haobai doesn't dare to say such a thing." ”

Since he had already pretended to be forced to the end, Wang Xiang opened his mouth angrily: "I don't know who Haobai is, but since he doesn't dare to say such things, it must be because he has self-knowledge." ”

Even the capital of the four talented people in Luoyang was not in their eyes, and everyone let out a burst of boos, and then looked at Chen Haobai, although he didn't speak, his face was obviously not very good.

A gentleman stepped forward and asked a little puzzled, "Are you Wang Zixin?" ”

Wang Xiang was wearing too many clothes today, wrapped like zongzi, so those who knew him didn't recognize him for a while.

"Yes, I'm Wang Zixin."

As soon as the words fell, the crowd was in a commotion, and the last poetry meeting was because of the prince's new disturbance, and he also made a counting poem and became a laughing stock, and then the last two sentences of the poem came out, and the counting poem suddenly became a Yongxue poem with excellent artistic conception, and Wang Zixin also changed from not learning and not knowing how to hide deeply. Many people were curious whether Wang Zixin would come to participate in this poetry meeting, but they didn't expect him to really come, and he was still as arrogant as ever.

Many of the people who participated in the poetry meeting participated in the beating of Wang Zixin in the last poetry meeting, but at this time, they hoped that Wang Zixin could make a poem that was not inferior to Chen Haobai.

Since ancient times, there have been many talented people from poor families, and the talented people from poor families led by Chen Haobai have made a big splash in this poetry meeting, and they are much inferior to Chang'an City's gentlemen, so they hope that Wang Zixin can help them save some face.

The prince's new name, Li Tai, is not unfamiliar, in addition to the Yongxue poem, he also knows more about him, whether it is Li Zhi's drunkenness or Wei Chi Jingde's personal leadership of the troops to the Linchuan Marquis Mansion, it is related to this prince Xin, so when he learned that the person in front of him was Wang Zixin, Li Tai was interested in him.

"Although Brother Wang thinks he is talented, but everyone participates in the poem, it seems a little inappropriate for you to make an exception." Chen Haobai finally spoke, and the other Hanmen disciples also chimed in: "Yes, why should you make an exception. ”

Wang Xiang raised his eyebrows and said, "Did I say that I don't submit poems?" ”

Chen Haobai was stunned when he heard this, and everyone else was stunned, Wang Xiang did not say that he would not submit poems, he just said something very pretended.

Reading more than 10,000 volumes, the pen is like a god, now think about it carefully, this sentence is not only neat but also very philosophical, it seems that this prince is really not to be underestimated.

Wang Xiang looked at Chen Haobai and asked lightly, "I don't know what poem this little white brother voted for?" ”

Burst!

Little white brother? Chen Haobai was almost so angry that he vomited blood, deliberately, he definitely did it on purpose!

The people around couldn't help but laugh when they heard Wang Xiang call Chen Haobai and Little White Brother, but they were all surprised that he asked Chen Haobai what the poem was for?

Li Tai's eyes lit up, and he vaguely guessed his plan, took out the top piece of rice paper and said: "Just now, Haobai voted a Yongmei poem, which can be the first place in the poem after the evaluation of several great Confucians." ”

After speaking, Li Tai recited Chen Haobai's Yongmei poem again, and suddenly a talented man praised: "Brother Haobai is worthy of being the first of the four talents in Luoyang, this Yongmei poem is wonderful!" ”

Wang Xiang looked at the talented man who was admiring with idiotic eyes, until he turned his head away embarrassedly and said slowly: "Since the little white brother voted for a Yongmei poem, then I will also make a Yongmei poem and vote for the poem." ”

What the? Wang Zixin also wants to compose a poem? The crowd suddenly became uproarious, and only Li Tai had such an expression as expected.

Chen Haobai's Yongmei poems have been assessed as the first place in the poems, and he still wants to write Yongmei poems, he must be very confident in his poems, and Chen Haobai's Yongmei poems are prepared in advance, and they are completed after many revisions and polishes, and Wang Xiang is now going to make a Yongmei poem, which is difficult and easy to imagine.

After killing Chen Haobai, he didn't believe that Wang Xiang could compose a Yongmei poem that was not inferior to him, and seeing that Wang Xiang despised him so much, he suddenly couldn't care about maintaining the demeanor of the head of the four talents, and laughed angrily: "Okay, I didn't expect Chang'an to have such a great talent, I want to see what kind of Yongmei poem you want to make!" ”

Wang Xiang flicked his shirt and pretended to be pacing, and everyone's eyes slowly moved with his footsteps, and when he reached the seventh step, he suddenly stopped, and everyone was speechless for a while: Could it be that this guy wants to learn from Cao Zhi to play seven steps into poetry.

"Last time I made a poem about snow, and I was satirized as a poem, and today I will use snow to sing plum."

After a pause, he slowly spoke: "Mei Xue is not willing to descend in the spring, and the saucy people put aside the pen fee to comment on the chapter." The plum and snow are three points white, but the snow loses the plum and a piece of fragrance. ”

After a short silence, Li Tai reacted first, picked up a brush and wrote this song on rice paper, and recited it in a low voice, with a hint of color in his eyes, and then handed the poem to several great Confucians present.

Wang Xiang's poem as soon as Chen Haobai's face turned pale instantly, his attainments in poetry are not low, he can naturally distinguish the quality of the poem, perhaps his poetry is more gorgeous than Wang Xiang's poem, but the artistic conception is not a little worse, and one is a poem that has been repeatedly revised and polished, and the other is a poem that has been written in plain sight, and everyone can tell which is higher and which is lower.

Sure enough, after a while, several great Confucians unanimously said that the prince's new Yongmei poem was better than Chen Haobai's previous Yongmei poem.

Chen Haobai was unwilling, for this poetry meeting, he specially rushed to Chang'an from Luoyang, but now he lost to a gentleman in Chang'an City, not only him, all the talents from Luoyang are no longer as high-spirited as they were just now, Chen Haobai, the head of the four talents, has lost, and they are even worse.

On the contrary, the gentlemen of Chang'an City, who had been depressed, smiled one by one, and loudly recited Wang Xiang's Yongmei poems.

At this time, on the painting boat, Xiao Cui opened her mouth wide and looked incredulous.

"Is that man Wang Zixin? His poems are even better than Chen Gongzi? ”

This result made her unacceptable, Wang Xiang stood like a proud zongzi in a group of personable talents and looked out of place, but it was this proud zongzi who made a Yongmei poem that compared Chen Haobai.

Ning Xiang had already transcribed this poem on silk paper when she heard it, and put it together with the previous Yongxue poem.

"The plum and snow are three points white, but the snow loses the fragrance of the plum. Sure enough, it has a similar artistic conception to Yongxue Poem, and it becomes a poem in seven steps, it seems that this prince is really hidden. ”