Wang Xiang later came to the top and won the first place in the poem, and was regarded as a hero by the people of Chang'an City, even the little girl was extremely proud to follow behind, and she raised her head like a proud peacock, but the young master of her family, Chen Xiaobai, the head of the four talents in Luoyang, was not as good.

It is said that a woman's heart is a needle, this is reasonable, and Chen Haobai has changed from Chen Gongzi to Chen Xiaobai in Xiaoya's heart in just a moment.

"I don't know that Brother Wang has such a great talent, he is really a model for my generation, it is better to wait for the end of the poetry meeting by the younger brother to invite us to gather in Cuilou, talk about poetry together, and drink and have fun."

A gentleman showed great enthusiasm, but attracted the collective contempt of the talented people around him.

Ma Wenxin even said sarcastically: "The sun is out, the plum blossoms are also blooming, I came to see the plum blossoms, the plum blossoms are so fragrant." Those who make such poems may be false when they talk about poetry, but they are true when they drink for fun. ”

Hearing this, her smile froze, and her expression was quite embarrassed.

Others stammered Lao Tzu about your, Wang Xiang glanced at Ma Wenxin unhappily, and said lightly: "I think this Yongmei poem is easy to understand, unpretentious, the poet is a person of temperament, everything pays attention to the word practical, and the same is true for poetry, otherwise no matter how gorgeous the rhetoric is, it can't hide the inner emptiness." ”

This sentence seems to be insinuating, there is a sarcasm of Chen Haobai's Yongmei poems, there is a false appearance, the rhetoric is gorgeous, but the content is empty, everyone looked at Chen Haobai and saw that his face was pale, but because Wang Xianggang's Yongmei poems were indeed better than him, they couldn't refute it.

Su Yan was originally ashamed of what Ma Wenxin said, but when he heard Wang Xiang's words, he suddenly felt like he had met a bosom friend, grabbed Wang Xiang's arm and said with a touched face: "I still understand me." ”

If this was in the past, he was a poem to make a lump of Xiang, and some people would praise the taste of a sentence, and the poems made by Chang'an City are not all half a catty, eight taels, his poem is relatively good in it, Ma Wenxin ridiculed in public to make him feel very faceless, Wang Xiang's words not only helped him out of the siege, but also made him make a poem that he made indiscriminately instantly seemed to have depth, and the person who could win the first place in the poem was really extraordinary.

Wang Xiang couldn't stand the enthusiasm of the gentleman, and pulled out his arm without a trace and smiled: "This brother looks a little familiar." ”

Su Xuan's face turned red and hurriedly said: "Zixin and I often participate in poetry meetings, so we have met occasionally, and we have seen each other occasionally." ”

"I see."

Seeing that Wang Xiang didn't dig deeper, he breathed a sigh of relief, retreated to the crowd and didn't come out again, he was worried that Wang Xiang would suddenly recognize him, and the day before yesterday, he also participated in the beating of Wang Zixin in order to compete for the guest of Ning Xiang......

Wang Xiang's Yongmei poems have undoubtedly become the first place in the poetry competition, but the poetry is only the first round of the poetry meeting, and the real focus is on the later poems.

Poems are different from poems, not only do you need to compose poems on the spot, but also limit the scope of poems, which is much more difficult than poems.

Li Tai's interest in Wang Xiang made Chen Haobai vigilant, and secretly determined to win the first place in poetry, he rushed from Luoyang to Chang'an to participate in the poetry meeting for the first place, the Tang Dynasty paid special attention to poetry, and Li Shimin was even more light on the family after he ascended the throne, so that Chen Haobai and other poor disciples had the heart to compete with the disciples of the family. He has already lost a poem throw, so he can't wait to win back a city in poetry.

"His Royal Highness King Wei, since the poem has ended, I wonder if the poem can begin?"

Wang Xiang glanced at Chen Hao, who came out of the crowd, and said in his heart: It seems that he is not convinced.

Li Tai also knew what Chen Haobai was thinking, and immediately took out a piece of rice paper that had been prepared a long time ago, on which was the title of the poem of this poetry meeting.

Although Chen Haobai lost to Wang Xiang in the poem, Li Tai still wanted to include him in his Literature Museum, after all, the name of the first of the four talents in Luoyang was there, which was very beneficial to Li Taihe and the reputation of the Literature Museum.

Unfolding the rice paper in his hand, Li Tai said with a solemn face: "I want my Tang Dynasty to destroy the Turks in the past, pacify Tuyuhun, and surrender everywhere the Tang Iron Cavalry goes!" ”

"The Tang Dynasty is mighty!" When they heard this, they all shouted loudly.

In an inconspicuous boat on Jinguang Lake, a middle-aged man nodded with satisfaction when he saw the weak literati on the shore, who was also aroused.

Li Tai paused for a moment and continued: "The Tang Dynasty soldiers have made great achievements, although we can't fight for the Tang Dynasty like the soldiers, today we will use poetry to express our admiration and respect for the Tang Dynasty soldiers. ”

Wang Xiang grinned and said secretly: This Li Tai's ability to stir people's hearts is not small, it turned out that he wanted to write side poems, which is much more difficult than ordinary lyric poems.

Sure enough, as soon as Li Tai's voice fell, most people frowned, and even the four great talents of Luoyang were no longer as easy as before. The people present are either weak scholars or gentlemen who have come into contact with the territory, let them sing Yongmei, praise Zanxue or something, and it is a little powerless to write side poems.

Only Wang Xiang still looked indifferent.

Seeing that everyone was frowning and thinking hard, Xiaoya asked in a low voice, "Young master, is this topic difficult?" ”

Wang Xiang said with a smile: "It's not difficult to say, but it's not easy for these people who only know how to drink between the flowers." ”

Everyone was thinking silently, although Wang Xiang and Xiaoya were talking in a whisper, they were still being heard, and they were already struggling with how to compose poems, and when they heard Wang Xiang say that they only knew that they were drinking between the flowers, they were suddenly angry.

"We only know that under the wine between the flowers, you are not the same, have you ever killed the enemy in battle? This poem is different from the Yongmei you wrote! ”

Wang Xiang said with a straight face: "Although I have never been in battle to kill the enemy, I often think of my father's past galloping on the field, always with a heroic heart, and naturally have some feelings. ”

Wang Bing did make great achievements for the Tang Dynasty, otherwise he would not have been named Marquis of Lin Chuan, so Wang Xiang's words are not easy for them to refute.

"You seem to have already made a poem?" Chen Haobai said without being salty.

Wang Xiang obviously felt a hostility, and replied lightly: "There is already a draft." ”

What the! Originally, it was just a joke, but I didn't expect Wang Zixin to say that he had a draft, and everyone was shocked, even Li Tai and several Confucians also showed different faces.

It's only been half a pillar of incense for less than a moment, and it's still such a difficult side poem, even Chen Haobai has just had a clue, but this prince Xin said that he already has a draft, could it be that this person's poetry has really reached a situation comparable to Cao Zijian!

Li Tai suppressed the surprise in his heart and said with a smile: "Since Zixin already has a manuscript, you might as well read it out for everyone to listen to." He also couldn't wait to know what kind of poems Wang Xiang produced.

Wang Xiang glanced back at Chen Haobai and said, "Brother Xiaobai came all the way from Luoyang to participate in the poetry meeting, and I can't compete for the first, so it's better to let Brother Xiaobai come first." ”

Chen Haobai's face was red and white, and he was angry, he originally planned to take the lead in making a good poem when he was doing poetry, but it was really not easy to write poetry here, so he had to pretend not to hear it in the face of Wang Xiang's run.

"Young master, Chen Xiaobai must not have made a poem, or you should read it." Xiaoya is outspoken, she likes to watch her young master be in the limelight.

Wang Xiang pretended to be serious and said: "Brother Xiaobai, this is humble, since this is the case, I will be ugly." ”

Seeing that the prince was about to recite the poem, everyone listened carefully.

A little girl in the crowd pulled the sleeve of a pretty boy and said excitedly: "Brother-in-law is going to read poetry again." ”

The pretty boy's face turned red, and he gently tapped the little girl's head, looking at Wang Xiang, who was in high spirits in the crowd, his eyes were full of confusion.

"Glow-in-the-dark glass of wine."

Isn't it a Biansai poem, how is it a grape wine and a luminous cup, is this still the territory of brave fighting? It's like a grand feast full of dazzling and fragrant wine. As soon as Wang Xiang read out a sentence, everyone was a little puzzled.

Wang Xiang didn't pay attention to their reactions, and pretended to be deep behind his back with his hands behind his back, but he was wearing too many clothes today, wrapped like zongzi, and pretending to be deep looked a little funny.

"If you want to drink the pipa, urge it immediately."

As soon as the second line of the poem came out, everyone finally understood, this is the writing of the soldiers pouring sweet grape wine, and they are about to drink happily but are urged to go to the battlefield by the rapid sound of the pipa, which is a little interesting at first, but it is not a good poem.

Wang Xiang paced slowly, until everyone was itchy and a little impatient.

"Drunk and lying on the battlefield, how many people have come back to fight in ancient times?"

After reading the last two lines of the poem Wang Xiang sighed, as if quite touched, Wang Han's poem can be said to be the best in the poem, Wang Xiang was particularly fond of this poem in the past, the poem does not say heroic ambitions, does not write to kill the enemy bravely, just with a sentence drunk and lying on the battlefield Jun Mo smiled, how many people came back to the ancient battle? It makes people can't help but be in awe of the soldiers, and the artistic conception is really not comparable to other side poems.

After listening to Wang Xiang's entire poem, everyone was silent.

The little girl is anxious, whether the young master's poems are good or not, she doesn't understand poetry but she doesn't understand the meaning of everyone's silence.

After a while, a great Confucian finally spoke up: "What a sentence of drunk and lying on the battlefield, how many people have come back to fight in ancient times?" I can't imagine that you are young and have not been on the battlefield but have such knowledge, this poem is very good. ”

Other great Confucians have also expressed their positions, and they all praised this poem, and I am afraid that people who have been immersed in the poetry world for many years may not be able to make such artistic conception of the poem.

After Li Tai reacted, he hurriedly picked up the brush and wrote down the poem, and after writing it, he couldn't help but read it carefully a few more times, and felt more and more that the prince's new poem was rare.

Is this prince really the rumored unlearned and unskilled gentleman?

With Wang Xiang's side poem, where are other talents willing to take out their clumsy works to embarrass people, not to mention that they still have no clue.

In this way, it was the first time that the poetry club encountered a situation where no one was willing to write poetry anymore, and Wang Xiang also broke a record, and won the first place in the poetry club directly without judging, and his side poem was also quickly recited.

"My young lady invited Wang Gongzi to sit on the painting boat."

PS: It's a little late to sign the contract today, I'm sorry~