Chapter 28 Bright Moon Poems

Gong Qingran was dressed in a green shirt, looking at Zhu Chenhuan with a calm face, the words in his mouth were really not respectful, with a little arrogance and conceit, but more than a little mockery, which made Zhu Chenhuan a little puzzled, why is this Gong Qingran so arrogant? Does he not care about the revenge of the royal family at all? Or does he have something behind him, and his power is greater than that of himself, the prince?

Zhu Chenhuan looked at Gong Qingran with both eyes, but his eyes were glanced at everyone one by one, some people showed anger, some people looked worried, some people sneered in a low voice, and some people lowered their heads and didn't show their expressions at all. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"What a picture of all living beings!"

Zhu Chenhuan sighed softly, and he didn't know if he sighed because Gong Qingran believed the wrong person, or sighed because Gong Qingran's fate would be miserable.

"That's what you want me to write a poem?"

Zhu Chenhuan stood up, yawned, and walked slowly towards Gong Qingran, his steps were not fast, but his steps were as steady as Mount Tai.

Gong Qingran saw Zhu Chenhuan coming, his back couldn't help but be more straight, but in the depths of his eyes, a trace of panic flashed, but thinking of the person's promise and words, his eyes returned to firmness again, only to see him hug his fists very chicly, and said calmly: "I heard that His Royal Highness the Prince does not cultivate Buddhism or immortals, and specializes in martial arts, presumably his literary talent must be excellent, so I hope to see His Royal Highness the Prince's ink treasures and masterpieces, and open my eyes." ”

Zhu Chenhuan glanced at Gong Qingran, didn't say anything more, picked up the brush in his hand, dipped it in ink on the inkstone, thought about it, raised his head and looked at the moon in the sky, thinking of the past of Yutu and Chang'e, and suddenly different thoughts came to his heart.

The past is like a cloud, and strangers have met since then.

Zhu Chenhuan picked up the gold bottle next to the table with his left hand at random, and no matter who the wine glass was, he directly raised his head and drank it, letting the wine flow from his throat into his stomach, which was hot and hot like a warm current.

"Since you want a poem, I'll write a poem and send you on your way!"

Zhu Chenhuan glanced at Gong Qingran, his eyes were cold and his face was indifferent. Being glanced at by Zhu Chenhuan, Gong Qingran only felt as if he was in an ice cellar, and the blood in his whole body couldn't help stagnating, which made him suddenly frightened in his heart, and looked at Zhu Chenhuan in surprise.

But Zhu Chenhuan had already ignored Gong Qingran, he dropped the tip of his pen on the paper, held wine in his hand, and wrote the name of the poem - "Asking the Moon with Wine".

"When will the moon come in the blue sky, I will stop the cup today and ask. ”

"People can't climb the bright moon, but the moon walks with people?"

Zhu Chenhuan wrote a sentence, took a sip of wine, the whole person wrote like a god, the momentum was like an immortal, and when he wrote, drank and groaned, he gave everyone the feeling that he was like a literary star in the sky, talented and wanton.

Drinking and drinking, the wine in the golden bottle has bottomed out, he poured it twice and no half drop of wine flowed out, and he couldn't help frowning and drinking: "Writing poetry without wine, how can you be a poet in this wine?"

Crazy! crazy to the extreme.

Proud! and proud to the extreme.

But this arrogance is not disgusting, looking at Zhu Chenhuan's high-spirited appearance, listening to Zhu Chenhuan's atmospheric recitation, everyone only thinks that if the person in front of them can't be called a poet fairy in wine, who can be called?

Gong Qingran is just a conceited person, even if the poems he wrote are good, but compared with Zhu Chenhuan's poems that only read the first four lines, it is the difference between bricks and jade.

Soon, someone filled Zhu Chenhuan's wine glass with wine, and everyone saw that it was Taifu Zhao Hengfei, they just wanted to make a sound, but when they saw Zhao Hengfei smiling and shaking his head, they could only give up.

Zhu Chenhuan didn't know what was happening behind him, he only heard that the wine bottle was full, raised his head and took a big sip, and continued to write:

"Bright as a flying mirror, the green smoke is gone?"

"But seeing that the night came from the sea, did you rather know Xiang Yunjian?"

"The white rabbit pounds medicine in autumn and spring, who is Chang'e's neighbor in solitude?"

Writing this, Zhu Chenhuan stopped writing, he raised his head to look at the hazy moon, squinted at the gorgeous palace, and thought that Wu Gang had left, the jade rabbit had disappeared, and Chang'e should be even more lonely now, right?

After thinking about it, he suddenly laughed again, the past life and this life are two lives, he is both Zhu Bajie and not Zhu Bajie, what else do you want to do? Some people will be seen after all, and some things will be clarified after all, but when they say goodbye, can they still be the same as before?

Zhu Chenhuan felt something in his heart, he raised the wine bottle to salute Yueyi, then raised his head and drank all the wine in the cup, and wrote this last poem.

"The people of today do not see the ancient times and the moon, but the present month once looked like the ancients. ”

"If the ancients and today's people are flowing water, they will see the bright moon together. ”

"It's just that people are not people of the past, and they leave the moonlight to shine on the golden bottle. ”

The pen stopped the poem, the gold bottle fell horizontally, and a little wine slowly flowed out along the wall of the cup, ticking to the ground, bursting out of droplets.

Zhu Chenhuan copied another poem, but he didn't feel any guilt, copying poems was not my intention, just love, Zhu Chenhuan didn't have any fame and fortune, and he didn't expect these poems to bring him any glory, after all, he was originally the most noble person in Shiyuguo.

What's more, he also changed a sentence, but after thinking about it, Zhu Chenhuan smiled again, maybe it was his own change that made this poem that could be passed down through the ages cause dust, right?

The wine fell to the ground, ticking and ticking, the entire third floor of Hongyan Building was quiet, except for the sound of the water droplets, there was no noise, and everyone was shocked by Zhu Chenhuan's song "Ask the Wine to the Moon".

This poem feels full of momentum at first hearing, and there are many poems written about the moon and Chang'e, but there are very few such as Zhu Chenhuan to write. And at this time, it is very resistant to perusal, I have read it once, I feel it after reading it twice, and I am shocked when I read it twice, and I don't dare to fully understand it when I read it three times.

What's more, at this time, Zhu Chenhuan's "Wine to the Moon" is really asking the moon for wine!

"Gong Dacaizi, what do you think of Prince Ben's poem?"

Zhu Chenhuan put down the brush and said to Gong Qingran with a smile, Gong Qingran's eyes were already straight at this time, he really couldn't believe that he would see such a poem in this life, and he couldn't believe that this poem was born in front of his eyes, and the most unbelievable thing was that this was actually made by himself many times mocking the waste prince who couldn't cultivate Buddhism and immortals.

As soon as he thought of his arrogance just now, Gong Qingran felt like he had eaten, his face was ugly, he looked at the person sideways, but saw that Zhang Wenran and the little prince Zhu Zhuji both lowered their heads and did not look at themselves, and suddenly panicked in his heart.

"Too ...... His Royal Highness the Prince, listen to me, the reason why I did that just now is all about-" Gong Qingran is not stupid, on the contrary, he is much smarter, so he can become the first genius without many people objecting, but sometimes he is too smart, and he thinks he can see everything clearly, and in the end, he was used as a gun by others.

It's just that Zhu Chenhuan didn't let him finish speaking, only to see him step forward and approach Gong Qingran, and said in a low voice: "Gong Dacaizi, believe in a word from the prince, if you say more now, the prince can't guarantee that you can get out of this Hongyan building alive, and if you don't say it, get down this building, ride a fast horse, escape from the city, and maybe escape the emperor's pursuit." ”

Gong Qingran's face suddenly lacked blood when he heard this, his eyes were full of panic, and his legs trembled, but Zhu Chenhuan didn't look at him again, the road was taken by himself, and when he made such a choice, it meant that he had no hope of living.

"There is only one life, why not cherish it?"

Zhu Chenhuan shook his head and went downstairs, he didn't even look at Zhu Papers, after today's incident, Zhu Chenhuan has lost interest in playing, if Zhu Papers doesn't get some new methods, he really doesn't know if he can persuade Zhu Yitian.

Downstairs, Zhu Chenhuan was suddenly stunned for a moment, only to see that the people on the street consciously made a way for him, although the road was not big, but it showed the love and care of the people, which made his heart move again.

There is still no shortage of truth in this world, who is good to you, who knows!

............

There are two flowers, one on each branch.

The Fifth Realm, the Tang Sacred Realm, the Terran Sacred Realm.

When Zhu Chenhuan wrote "Asking the Moon with Wine", the 990-layer ground drum of the Confucian Temple first sounded four times, and then the 999-layer heavenly gong roared, and the sound was magnificent, first in the 999 small worlds of the Confucian Temple, and then with the Confucian Temple as the center, it spread throughout the entire Tang Dynasty.

The capital of the Tang Dynasty was Chang'an.

The sound of the heavenly gong was like the sound of heavenly might, instantly resounding in the ears of every living being, first the dog barked, and then the whole city shook. Hundreds of people walked out of their homes and bowed down to Mount Tai, their faces were excited and full of glory.

In the imperial city, four powerful figures rose from the four cities of southeast, east and northwest, gathering in the sky above the emperor.

"Why is the heavenly gong ringing again in the sixteenth year?" said the man who couldn't see his face clearly.

"There is no news from the Confucian Temple, and I don't know yet, but the old man's divination is probably related to the same sound of the heavenly gong in the sixteenth year. The person who spoke was dressed in a Taoist robe, with a gray beard, and his eyes were hidden with stars, and he was full of a heroic aura.

The four of them said what they said, but they couldn't make a final guess, and at this time, a sound came from the inner hall of the palace, which was amazingly powerful and had the aura of ninety-five.

"When the drums of the half-moon earth sound, and the gongs of the sky sound, it is the luck of the human race. There is news in the Confucian Temple, after next year, the prince will be out of the Tang Dynasty!"

The voice was magnificent, the electric light flickered, and the four of them all bowed down when they heard the words, and then the power disappeared, and the four of them looked at each other, or indifferently, or happy, or thoughtful, or hazy, and after a while, they all disappeared, returned to their posts, and consolidated the imperial city.

Confucius Temple, 999 floors, Academy of Literature.

A young man wearing a loose-sleeved robe and carrying a blue light sword slowly climbed the steps and walked towards the Academy, he was handsome, with phoenix eyes, a hooked nose, the corners of his mouth were always inadvertently hooked, and the uninhibited look on his face always lingered.

Entering the Academy, passing through the front hall, and entering the main hall, the young man hugged his fists and bowed down and said, "The head of the academy, Li Bai ordered to meet you." ”

At the head of the courtyard was an old man who was over eighty years old, his beard and hair were all white, but his face was like a child's face, and there was not a trace of wrinkles, he listened to the voice of the young man named Taibai, turned his head to look at this strange cultivator in the academy, and said, "Taibai, did you hear the sound of the heavenly gong just now?"

When he returned to the hospital, Li Bai's ears were not deaf. Li Taibai said.

The head of the courtyard nodded, his face was not sad or joyful, and said: "This heavenly gong is caused by a poem, this poem is called "Wine to the Moon", after the old man deduced, this poem is the most suitable for you, and it can become a poem for you to open the sword." You leave the Tang Sacred Realm and go to Dongsheng Shenzhou to learn this poem to help you open your sword. ”

"Really!?" Li Taibai's eyes showed a fine light, and the whole person was as tall as a sword, and he was determined to be shocking.

The head of the courtyard turned around, waved his hand, and said: "You once said that you would not be an immortal in poetry, but you worshiped in my academy of literature, which is also fate, and now you can't miss the opportunity, go quickly, learn to open the sword poem, and become a fairy in wine, go and pursue your sword intent." But there is a request, to protect this person's life, and only after the Tang Dynasty prince takes over can he leave. ”

"Cut, again boring protection. ”

The head of the courtyard heard a complaint, turned his head and found that Li Bai had left, he shook his head helplessly and smiled bitterly, looked up at the chaotic sky, his eyes seemed to be able to pass through time and space, and after a while, the head of the courtyard retracted his gaze, the smile on his face was reduced by one point, but his sadness was one point more.

"There is not much time left for the human race......" The head of the courtyard sighed, his body gradually twisted, and finally disappeared completely, leaving only that sigh, which could not be dissipated for a long time.