"You feel that poetry is the best in the world...... Check out this one! ”

Li Zhaoyang took the rice paper handed over by his mentor Fang Xiu, and read it word by word with patience.

Li Zhaoyang was born in the royal family, he was smart since he was a child, he was proficient in the six arts of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, riding and archery, and was an all-round genius.

Among them, poetry and literature are highly respected in the Daji literary circle.

It is still a few poems made by the prince, which are heroic and unprecedented, and are known as little poets.

The "small" here refers to Li Zhaoyang's young age.

If it is a few years later, when he is older, Li Zhaoyang may really be able to become a Daji poet.

On the rice paper is a poem, written by an anonymous person, but the first thing that attracted Li Zhaoyang was not the poem, but the beautiful hairpin flower Xiaokai, the writing is extremely beautiful, pleasing to the eye, and it is from the red bean flower oiran.

"Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence ......"

“……”

“…… I have forgotten to tell the truth. ”

After reading the whole article, Li Zhaoyang blinked, took a deep breath, and then slowly spit it out, pursed his lips with his eyes narrowed, and then looked at Fang Xiu.

"How?"

Fang Xiufu asked.

"Very, very good."

Li Zhaoyang replied with some reluctance.

The red bean Oiran smiled and recalled the scene of that day: "That night, at the Turtle and Crane Garden Poetry Conference, as soon as this poem came out, the whole poem was gloomy. At first, Su Ren'an said that this poem was his new work, but under the repeated questioning of King Yan, Su Ren'an changed his words, saying that the poem was picked up and written by an anonymous person. ”

"Su Ren'an is not really stupid, he regards this poem as his own ......"

Fang Xiu sighed.

"What do you mean?"

The red bean Oiran frowned slightly, puzzled.

Fang Xiu hoarsely explained: "Look here, the settlement is in the human realm, and there is no noise of cars and horses, which means that although the residence is built in an environment where people come and go, you can't hear the noise of cars and horses...... Who is Su Ren'an? An inmate who hasn't made the list yet? In the future, you may be able to be awarded an official position, enter a career in the office, and become an upper-class person, but now? He's still far behind, just a cloth coat......"

Look at this sentence again, picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, leisurely see Nanshan, from this sentence we feel quiet, faint, the whole poem is also an expression of a return to nature, and the first step of returning to nature is the negation of the world. From ancient times to the present, power, status, wealth, and honor are probably the objects that people pursue...... Guozi Prison Supervisor Su Ren'an is no exception, if he can make such a poem, why should he go to King Yan's poetry meeting to express himself? ”

Hearing this, the red bean Oiran nodded, and Li Zhaoyang also nodded in agreement.

In other words, Su Ren'an could not write such a poem, and his current situation and life experience did not support him to write such a poem at all.

One chases fame and fortune, and the other chases fame.

How did you write such a poem with the theme of "natural" and "indifferent"?

This is impossible and unrealistic.

"Then, according to Lord Fang's eyes, who wrote this poem?" Azuki Oiran asked.

Fang Xiu thought about it and counted the candidates in his mind.

The premise of being able to write such a poem is that this person has a lot of experience and has been a big official, but now he is tired of officialdom struggles, so he lives in a corner and is leisurely.

"It should ...... Yes, probably...... Qiu Kunjing? Or Han Qingshan? It's possible for both. ”

Fang Xiu was not sure, and in the end only gave the two most likely candidates.

Unexpectedly, the next moment Li Zhaoyang took the initiative to speak, first rubbing his hands, and then said slowly:

"The teacher's vision, forgive the students for not agreeing...... Qiu Kunjing? Former Ministry of Works, mediocre during the political period, and timid and afraid of things, although in a high position, but do not do practical things, although now at home, but he can't write such a good poem! ”

"Although this poem seems to be back to nature on the surface, the students read the thoughts of worrying about the country and the people from the poem."

"Where is Qiu Kunjing worried about the country and the people? And Han Qingshan? This old man is almost eighty years old this year, right? When he was young, although he did two good things, but he was a snob, a few years ago, his family forcibly occupied the people's land, and this matter also made trouble in Dali Temple, saying that he was worried about the country and the people, it was really ridiculous......"

After Li Zhaoyang's explanation, the two nodded frequently, and who the original author of this poem was for a while was even more confusing.

Who the hell is it?

Who!

The red bean Oiran waited for a moment, looked at Fang Xiu, who was twisting his eyebrows and thinking, and tried to ask:

"Lord Fang, didn't you make this poem?"

Stunned.

Li Zhaoyang turned his head stiffly and looked at the teacher beside him.

That's right.

Mentor Fang Xiu, in a high position, is a scholar of Wenchang Pavilion, has always been tired of the court party disputes, and worried about the country and the people...... It's all right.

This poem was written by Fang Xiu!

The corners of Fang Xiu's mouth twitched, and he hurriedly waved his hand and clarified:

"This poem is really not written by the old man, this poem can go down in history, and the old man will not be a person who deceives the world and steals his name."

Hearing Fang Xiu's personal denial, the light in the eyes of the red bean oiran dimmed a little.

In fact, from the very beginning, she locked the candidate on Fang Xiu.

That's why she took the initiative to invite Fang Xiu to come and listen to the music.

It's just that she didn't expect that the poem was not written by Fang Xiu, and she worked in vain.

Just as everyone was thinking and meditating, they saw Fang Xiu slap his thigh, and the snapping sound startled the two of them.

"Look at this...... Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, leisurely see the South Mountain...... Nanshan is a place name, and when the author wrote the poem, he may have been in Nanshan! ”

The eyes of the two lit up.

"Nanshan? There seems to be a mountain in Qingyuan County, called Nanshan......" Li Zhaoyang was a little unsure, he also paid attention to this place name when he looked at the excerpt a few years ago, saying that the large-scale migration of the population here has reached the point where the government can't control it.

"If this person is really in Nanshan, the slave family really wants to find out. It's just that the slave family is an official prostitute, and they can't just leave the red sleeves to recruit ......," the red bean flower girl frowned and said with a little pity.

Fang Xiu said bluntly: "What's so difficult about this? The old man took the red bean girl to kiss him, and Liu Zhangshi, who forgave the red sleeves, didn't dare to disagree......"

"Then, thank you Lord Fang!"

The red bean Oiran was overjoyed and got up to give a salute.

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"This poem is very good!"

"It's a must...... It's just that who is the original author? ”

"I'm really curious, I have another poet immortal in Daji."

"Nanshan? …… Hey? Isn't the poet in Nanshan? ”

"Brother Liu, why don't we go together?"

"That's what I mean!"

At the same moment, in the Beijing in various Fengyue places, restaurants, poetry will be staged in turn, among which there are many smart people, from the poem "Nanshan" in the word "Nanshan" glimpse the details, so everyone invariably got up, out of the city, rushed to Nanshan, in an attempt to meet the original author.

The foot of Namsan Mountain.

Chen Chao, who was inspecting the Nanshan Brewing Workshop, suddenly sneezed several times and almost choked himself to death. He rubbed his nose vigorously, frowning suspiciously......

Falling into the spring cold?

No, it's been that long since winter.

Don't catch a cold.