Zhao Guangyi heard Leng Yi say this, as if he was unwilling to explain the painting to Mrs. Hua Rui here, so there was no reason to keep Mrs. Hua Rui, so he couldn't help but be very anxious and glared at Leng Yi.

Leng Yi didn't seem to see it, and continued to say to Mrs. Hua Rui: "Wechen heard that Niangniang's poetry is the best in the world, and he is also very admired, Niangniang is ashamed to ask Weichen's clumsy painting skills, and Weichen also wants to ask Niangniang about poetry, I don't know if I can be lucky enough to get Niangniang's guidance?" ”

Zhao Guangyi was overjoyed when he heard this, if he asked Mrs. Hua Rui to ask Leng Yi about his painting techniques, if Mrs. Hua Rui proposed that the two of them go to a quiet place to say, it would be difficult for him to follow, and now Leng Yi is mainly anti-guest, and ask Mrs. Hua Rui's poems, but this can be done in public, then he can participate on the side, flatter Madame Hua Rui, and find a way to please her, - only when they are together, can they have a chance.

Zhao Guangyi hurriedly stroked his palms and cheered: "Okay! You can say that again! Niangniang, you ask Lord Leng painting techniques, Lord Leng readily agreed, Lord Leng in turn asked Niangniang for your poems, if you refuse in public, Lord Leng will be very faceless! ”

Leng Yi hurriedly said that he didn't dare.

Mrs. Hua Rui pondered slightly, and then said: "Lord Leng is polite, since the official family said so, the concubine will not succeed if she does not agree, so let's discuss poetry with Lord Leng." Adult, too, please advise. ”

Zhao Guangyi was overjoyed, raised his voice, beckoned everyone to come over, and then said, "Everyone! Hua Rui Niangniang is the first person in the palace words, and the name of the poet is known all over the world. Leng Aiqing admired and sincerely asked Hua Rui Niangniang for advice, Hua Rui Niangniang was very interested, willing to promote the future, and happily promised to improvise poems. It's rare for Hua Rui Niang to have this Yaxing, why don't you have a fun, take the Lantern Festival as the theme, and write a poem and lyrics, how so? ”

The Chinese courtiers are all Hongru, and such on-the-spot inscriptions are commonplace, so why be afraid, smile and nod at the moment.

So Zhao Guangyi gave an order, and the attendants removed the tea table in the lobby, refreshments, melons and fruits, and laid out the four treasures of the study. When the ministers came to the table according to their positions. The first table, of course, was Madame Blossom's.

Although Leng Yi is a civil official, his rank is too low, and he is introduced to everyone as a guard with a sword in front of the emperor, so it is not suitable to write poems on the same stage with these important ministers of the imperial court, and more importantly, he asked Mrs. Hua Rui for advice, so he naturally watched from the side as a student and waited for advice, so he just stood sideways with his head down and watched.

Mrs. Blossom's table, just a few steps in front of Emperor Zhao Guangyi, he sat on the dragon chair, squinted a pair of blister eyes, and carefully looked at Mrs. Blossom up and down, the more he looked at it, the more he loved it, the more he looked at it, the more he coveted, but the rose had thorns and could not be broken, so he could only watch from a distance and not play with it. I just hope that this poetry will continue to open and feast my eyes to it.

It's a pity that Mrs. Hua Rui is quick to think, and she only groaned a little when she lifted the pen, and then she did it overnight. motioned for Leng Yi to come forward and watch.

Leng Yi stepped forward, picked up the rice paper with poems written on the table, and recited aloud:

The night is cold, and the smoke is flying, and the lights and candles are clearly in Ziwei.

Leaking the eternal forbidden palace thirty-six, Yan Hui competed for the moon to return.

Leng Yi is actually not good at poetry, but he can recite some famous poems in later generations, what is this poem, he can't say, but after reading, he can vaguely feel the sorrow and melancholy in the deep confinement of the palace revealed in the poem. This Mrs. Hua Rui, like Xiao Zhouhou, is a person who has lost the country and surrendered, and she has been taken by the emperor of the Great Song Dynasty, and she has endured humiliation and obedience, and she has made compromises, but her heart is full of deep nostalgia for her homeland.

It's just that Xiao Zhou didn't dare to express this kind of worry between the two of them in front of people, and after Mrs. Hua Rui surrendered, she was named a concubine by Zhao Kuangyin, Taizu of the Song Dynasty. It is the imperial sister-in-law of Zhao Guangyi, the current emperor of the Great Song Dynasty. Therefore, she wrote such a poem in front of Zhao Guangyi, and Zhao Guangyi was helpless against her.

The generals and others present didn't feel anything when they heard it, but those Wenchen understood, their faces changed color, and they couldn't make a sound, let alone applaud, and they didn't even dare to show their approval. For a while, the room was quiet, even the naughty little princes and princesses were silent, they were the descendants of the royal family, and they were born to be good at observing words and feelings.

Mrs. Hua Rui smiled and said to Leng Yi: "What does Lord Leng think of this poem in this palace?" ”

Leng Yi had already secretly observed Zhao Guangyi's expression, and when he saw his embarrassed expression and a little angry at the same time, he knew that he was quite dissatisfied with the sorrowful feelings openly expressed by Mrs. Hua Rui, but he couldn't attack. Now, Madame Blossom asks her opinion of the poem bluntly, but there is no way to avoid it. His eyes rolled, and he said with admiration on his face:

In Weichen's humble opinion, this poem by Niangniang describes a resentful woman who lives in the courtyard of a rich man's deep house, looking at a bright moon during the Lantern Festival, thinking of her husband, hoping that her husband can be like a god, stepping on the bright moon, falling from the sky, and reuniting husband and wife. This kind of contemplative sentiment is really written very aptly and expressively, and the scenes depicted in the poem appear in front of you when you read it. It's a wonderful depiction of the love between men and women! ”

Leng Yi deliberately turned a blind eye to the scene locked by the word forbidden palace in the poem, and distorted it far-fetched to be a resentful woman in the courtyard of a rich man's deep house, hoping that her husband would return to the moon, so that it became an ordinary poem describing the love between men and women. Avoided sensitive topics, and also set aside this forbidden area that scared everyone.

Leng Yi's explanation of this poem is obviously far-fetched, and the ministers present all know it, but at this time, it is precisely this kind of misinterpretation that is needed, and this kind of distortion is a good way to resolve the embarrassment by letting a small civil official from the sixth grade appear as a counselor before. So, they all smiled, secretly admiring Leng Yi's good handling.

However, they are not in a hurry to praise, because they have to wait for Zhao Guangyi to express his position before they can make a final decision.

Zhao Guangyi clapped his hands and exclaimed: "It's really a good poem!" If it weren't for the poem Flower Stamen Niangniang, I wouldn't have known that there were such affectionate women in the courtyard of the people's deep house! What a pity! ”

As soon as Zhao Guangyi agreed with Leng Yi's explanation, all the ministers had a bottom in their hearts and followed in admiration. Some admired the beauty of Mrs. Hua Rui's poetic conception, some admired the daring and magical imagination, some choked up and sympathized with the husband and resentful woman in the deep mansion compound, and sometimes praised Leng Yi's explanation of the aptness and expressiveness.

In the house, it was lively again for a while. The children are playing again.

Mrs. Hua Rui just looked at Leng Yi, smiled faintly, and said, "Leng Da is quick to think and act resolutely, and his future is immeasurable!" ”

Leng Yi hurriedly bowed down and said: "Thanks to the praise of the mother, Weichen should be a spur." ”

Mrs. Hua Rui said to Zhao Guangyi: "It's late at night, please let the concubine leave!" ”

"Don't worry!" Zhao Guangyi hurriedly got up, "These other people's poems haven't been written yet, Niangniang should see how their poems are!" ”

Mrs. Hua Rui said: "All of you here are erudite and Confucian, you don't need to look at it to know that they are all masterpieces, and the concubine is tired, so she can retire!" After that, without waiting for Zhao Guangyi to agree, he turned around and walked out the door.

Zhao Guangyi was in a hurry, he knew that he couldn't stop Mrs. Hua Rui, so he hurriedly glanced at Leng Yi and asked him to stop him.

Leng Yi had no choice but to catch up again, and Mrs. Hua Rui walked so fast that she had arrived at the corner gate in a blink of an eye. Leng Yi took a step forward, stopped at the door, bowed to Mrs. Hua Rui and said, "Niangniang stays for the time being, Weichen has a reluctant request." ”

Madame Blossom stood still, turned sideways, frowned slightly, but did not look at him.

Leng Yi said: "Suitable talent to appreciate Niangniang's masterpiece, Weichen is very touched, and I also want to write a poem for ugliness, please ask Niangniang for guidance, I don't know if I can have this luck?" ”

Mrs. Hua Rui had a request for Leng Yi, and it was not good to refute his face in person, so she thought about it and nodded slightly.

Zhao Guangyi was overjoyed, and hurriedly stepped forward and said: "Niangniang, please take a seat, since Leng Aiqing is so studious, Niangniang will add a little on-demand, which will be enough for him to be used for a lifetime, and I will also thank Niangniang for her kindness." ”

But Madame Blossom didn't hear it, but still stood there, and said, "It's still limited to one pillar of incense." Lord Leng, please go fill in the words. ”

Leng Yi hurriedly said: "Niangniang, please go back to the chair to rest, and wait for Weichen to fill in the words and ask for advice." ”

"No need, this palace is waiting here."

Leng Yi was helpless and looked at Zhao Guangyi.

All the people in the audience also fell silent, looking at Zhao Guangyi one by one.

In front of everyone's eyes, Zhao Guangyi naturally couldn't go up to persuade in person, if Mrs. Hua Rui listened to the persuasion and came back to sit down, it would be fine, if she insisted on not returning, wouldn't Zhao Guangyi, the emperor, lose face? So, he just sat upright on the dragon chair and smiled silently.

Leng Yi had no choice but to come back by himself.

One by one, the Chinese courtiers held pens and looked at him. Although the seat of Mrs. Hua Rui in the front row was vacant, Leng Yi's identity naturally did not dare to rank in front of these princes and important ministers, he walked to the end and stopped, and the attendant hurriedly moved a table and chair over, and laid out the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone.

A palace maid reinserted a pillar of incense in the incense burner next to Zhao Guangyi's dragon chair.

Leng Yi knew that Zhao Guangyi wanted to delay as much time as possible and appreciate the beauty of Mrs. Hua Rui. Therefore, he pretended to ponder and slowly studied the ink on his own.

Those ministers understood that the emperor was not interested in reading their poems now, so they put down the brush one by one, but the emperor did not explicitly say that they didn't have to make poems, so it was not good to leave the table, sitting on the chair, looking at Leng Yi sideways, and most of his expressions were indifferent.

The prince had a good impression of Leng Yi, and asked the imperial uncle Zhao Tingmei next to him in a low voice: "How is his literary talent?" Don't be embarrassed at this time! ”

The last time Zhao Tingmei saw Leng Yi's poem, it was Leng Yi's plagiarism of Li Yu's eternal swan song "Yu Beauty", and she was shocked at the time, thinking that it would be a famous poem that has been praised through the ages. As a result, Leng Yi was also introduced as a confidant. Now hearing the prince ask, he couldn't help but smile slightly, and said in a low voice: "You just wait to enjoy a first-class masterpiece!" ”

The prince was slightly stunned, and said: "Uncle Huang, in my impression, your vision is very high, and you can't look down on ordinary poetry, why do you respect this little official so much?" Could it be that he really has extraordinary talent? ”

"Whether there is one, you will know after a pillar of incense!"

Their whispered discussions, because the room was very quiet, so although the voice was small, it was still heard by those civil servants. They all know that Zhao Tingmei, the king of Qi, is talented, especially good at poetry and writing, and can get his praise, this little pusher should have some ability. couldn't help but look at Leng Yi's eyes one by one, and changed slightly.

Leng Yi was still unhurriedly grinding the ink, looking like he was thinking about it. Most of the incense had been burned, but he hadn't even written a word.

Zhao Guangyi would not be anxious for him, his whole mind was on Mrs. Hua Rui at the corner gate. Mrs. Hua Rui stood sideways at the corner door, and the maids next to her did not dare to stand side by side with her, so they all retreated far away, where was the exit of the back door, there were no hanging lanterns, the light was dim, and she was wearing a monk's robe, standing outstanding, like a plum in the ice and snow. That arrogance tugged at Zhao Guangyi's heartstrings, and he couldn't help but look stupid.

Those concubines and princesses can still wait quietly, a few little princes and princesses can't bear it, and they start to shout to look at the lanterns and guess the riddles, those concubines and princesses look at Zhao Guangyi and only look at Mrs. Hua Rui, and do not prevent them from appreciating the lanterns and guessing riddles, besides, a small pusher writes poems, and there is no need for so many people to guard on the side, so he took the children to start to enjoy the riddles, guessed correctly, and went to the eunuch who received the award to claim the prize. The riddles that had been guessed were taken away and replaced with new lanterns with anagrams.

The ministers in the hall, especially the generals, also began to laugh and talk in a low voice. Leng Yi still didn't start writing. Seeing that the incense was burning shorter and shorter, even Zhao Tingmei was a little nervous for Leng Yi, could it be because the emperor and the ministers were there, he was too nervous to write, right?

Fortunately, when the last bit of incense was about to burn out, Leng Yi finally picked up the pen and completed it in one go. After writing the last word, just after a pillar of incense was burned. Zhao Tingmei breathed a sigh of relief.

Leng Yi put down his pen and arched his hand towards Mrs. Hua Rui: "Please advise Niangniang." ”

Madame Blossom said lightly: "Read it!" ”

"I'm coming!" The crown prince Zhao Yuanzuo stepped forward, picked up the rice paper on which the words were written, shook it, and said loudly: "Don't make any noise!" I'm going to pronounce Leng Tuiguan's words! Listen to it! ”

He is the crown prince, the future emperor, who would dare not listen to his words? For a moment, the room was quiet again.

The crown prince Zhao Yuanzuo coughed lightly, cleared his throat, and suddenly thought in frustration:

The east wind blooms thousands of trees at night, and blows down, and the stars are like rain.

BMW carved cars are full of fragrance.

The sound of the phoenix flute moves, the light of the jade pot turns, and the fish and dragon dance all night.

The moth snow willow is golden, and the smile is full of dark fragrance.

The crowd looked for him thousands of times, and suddenly looked back, but the man was there, and the lights were dim.

This poem is a famous article by the famous minister Xin Qiji of the Southern Song Dynasty, and it is applied here, but it is just right. The prince looked at Zhao Tingmei happily and said happily: "Uncle Huang! You're right! This cold pusher is really the holy hand of poetry! Such words are afraid that few of them can be written! ”

(To be continued)