Chapter Eighty-Seven: Poetry
There is also the most favored Li Guiren who has appeared with Yongzheng recently, and he should be called Li Concubine at this moment.
In front of everyone's eyes, Concubine Li held Yongzheng's arm, without any reserve, and everyone sighed when they saw this.
Mu Yao followed behind Yongzheng, she saw her parents from afar, although she was very excited, but she couldn't make too much movement, so she had to cast them a look that made them understand.
"Today's Mid-Autumn Festival, everyone is more open, don't be restrained." Emperor Yongzheng smiled and said to everyone.
The wine is strong, singing and dancing.
Watching a group of fairies in white clothes falling from the sky, the music also became tactful, and everyone sighed for a while, as if they were in a fairyland.
The fairies held the ribbons, unpredictable, everyone was stunned, after singing and dancing, they were still immersed in it, until someone applauded, everyone came to their senses, and then there was thunderous applause.
The woman who led the dance walked to the front of the hall, and when the veil was lifted, it was Li Concubine, who knelt on the ground and said with a smile, "Ayili, long live my emperor, long live, long live!" ”
Yongzheng was overjoyed, and immediately promoted Li Concubine to Concubine Li, and was promoted to two levels in one day, ancient and modern, Chinese and foreign, unique!
"Emperor Xie, the concubine went to change her clothes first." After that, Concubine Li retreated, and the whole palace banquet had a strange atmosphere.
After three rounds of drinking, I don't know who made a suggestion, chanting poetry for fun.
Yongzheng was in a good mood at the moment and immediately agreed.
Yongzheng glanced at the people present, and then said, "I see that there are many young people today, so let you young people come, and we elders will be the examiners." ”
Everyone agreed, and Yongzheng suddenly found that his two sons were not around, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of melancholy in his heart, and then he said, "Mu Yao, you can replace me." ”
Mu Yao didn't expect Yongzheng to suddenly call her name, Mu Yao just wanted to refuse, so he heard Yongzheng whisper to her, "Don't lose the royal face." ”
It seems that now I can only bite the bullet.
"Tonight, the moon is bright, I don't know who the autumn thoughts are?"
"A pot of wine among the flowers, drink alone and ask the sky."
"Renaissance Cloudless Mirror Kyushu, the most reunion night is the Mid-Autumn Festival."
Seeing that he had already said a few more poems, Mu Yao was anxious, how could he not remember any of the Tang poems and Song lyrics he learned when he was in school?
"People have joys and sorrows, and the moon is cloudy and sunny, and this matter is difficult to complete. I hope that people will last a long time, and they will be together for thousands of miles. Mu Yao finally remembered a song, and then blurted out.
Unexpectedly, as soon as Mu Yao's sentence came out, everyone was impressed, this poem was simply too emotional, some people said, "Today we chant poetry for fun, I don't know whose poem you chanted, girl?" ”
"This poem is Mr. Su Shi's "Water Tune Song Head" in the Song Dynasty," Mu Yao replied truthfully.
Unexpectedly, the man said, "I have read the "Collected Poems of the Tang and Song Dynasties" in the next detail, but I have never seen this poem, is it really written by Mr. Su Shi?" ”
"The poetry collection you read contains only one-tenth of it, so it's normal that you haven't heard it." Mu Yao understood now, it turned out that people hadn't collected all the ancient poems at this time, so if they said a few more that they hadn't heard, wouldn't they win.
Hearing Mu Yao's words, the man blushed a little, and immediately recited another poem, "How much away from the early night, the world is looking forward to a round." ”
Mu Yao then said, "When the spring water of a river ends, the night is full of eternal light." "The crescent moon in the three or five nights, two thousand miles away, the hearts of the deceased." "Two pages of clear autumn and a half, empty courtyard Haoyue Garden, shaken with stagnant water, Haojie full of sunny days."