Daoxi stayed in Jinling, one was to see what opportunity he had to make his reputation visible, and the other was that the Southern Tang Dynasty was about to die, and he was afraid that something would happen to the oracle of Li.

That day, Li Zhongxuan's sentence "never forget" in front of Qixia Temple woke him up. He recalled the way Li Divine Oracle looked at him, as well as the several conversations between the two in Yongming Temple back then, and also saw Li Divine Oracle's sincerity clearly.

Although he wasn't sure if he had feelings for Oracle-Lee, there was one thing he couldn't avoid. He knew the temperament of Divine Oracle, if the Southern Tang Dynasty perished, this girl would definitely die for the country. He doesn't want to look at the people he cares about, and they lose their fragrance for the sake of the laws of history.

In this era, all he wants to do is to fulfill his master's will, watch the world unify, and then hope that his few friends will live safely, which is more important than anything else.

In the days when he stayed in Qixia Temple, Daoxi always sneaked out at night to eat meat and drink wine. In fact, since the master lived a long life and passed away, he has thought about returning to the vulgar, but he has been a monk for five years, and it is difficult to change it when he gets used to it. When I looked in the mirror, I felt that my bald image was quite haode, so I dispelled the idea of returning to the vulgar.

On this day, he was thinking about whether to go to Shouqian to watch and see the oracle of Li, but he received an invitation from Li Zhongxuan. said that there was a poetry meeting that asked him to participate. Originally, Daoxi was not interested in literati gatherings such as poetry clubs, but after thinking about it, it would be good if he made a name for himself with his poetry talents. At least when I get to Bianliang in the future, I won't be unpopular.

Li Zhongxuan was awarded the title of King Huai and had his own palace. Daoxi took Li Zhongxuan's post and went to the palace with his personal servant. When he came to the gate of the palace, he saw Li Zhongxuan waiting, and Dao Xi couldn't help but be a little moved.

"Master Daoxi, I've been waiting for a long time. Li Zhongxuan greeted him with a smile.

Dao Xi stepped forward, leaned into his ear and whispered: "Poetry or something, I will also make a scene for you, but I am tired of eating fast in Qixia Temple these days, do you have anything delicious here?"

Li Zhongxuan had a black line, and he couldn't imagine that Daoxi, who had been a monk for many years, still didn't abide by the precepts of Buddhism and light rail. He smiled knowingly, "Daoxi, don't worry, good wine and good food, I will definitely treat you well." ”

After that, the two walked into the palace with a smile and a smile.

At this time, in the palace hall, there were already guests, smiling and smiling. When everyone saw Li Zhongxuan walk in, they all stood up and saluted respectfully. But seeing a monk intimately pulling by the prince's side, everyone couldn't help but be surprised.

What is the identity of this monk? He actually asked the prince to greet him personally, and he seemed to be very familiar with the prince. Everyone speculated in their hearts and was curious about Daoxi's identity.

Daoxi has been with Yanshou all the year round, and he has already learned the way that the monks pretend to be deep, pampered and humiliated, and the meaning of not being chaotic is to ignore all the strange eyes, just treat them as air.

Daoxi still talked and laughed with Li Zhongxuan, treating all the people around him as puppets, and he didn't pay attention to any of them. Li Zhongxuan led Daoxi to sit down, and then said to everyone: "Today, Xiao Wang invited all of you to participate in the poetry meeting, which is really a blessing for Xiao Wang. You don't have to be formal, there is no prince here, only poetry. ”

Everyone nodded their heads and began to sit down and chat. Dao Xi looked at the people in the hall with four eyes, all of them were scribes who were no more than thirty years old, and it was estimated that they were either the children of the official gentry in Jinling City, or the students of the cold window who were rushing to take the exam nearby.

"Lord Wang, now that everyone has arrived, can we start?" At this time, a young scribe sitting opposite Daoxi stood up and said to Li Zhongxuan.

Li Zhongxuan nodded and said: "Today's poetry meeting is not limited by genre, just for Xiao Wang to make friends. As he spoke, Li Zhongxuan glanced at Daoxi.

Daoxi listened to Li Zhongxuan's words, shook his head and smiled bitterly, before the Raushzi poetry meeting started, Li Zhongxuan pushed himself to the top of the wind, isn't this nakedly pulling hatred for himself.

When everyone heard this, they were all shocked in their hearts, and they couldn't help but look at Dao Xi carefully, but they didn't expect that this "poetry meeting" was actually prepared for a monk to wash the dust.

However, it is also strange to use the "poetry meeting" to wash the dust of a monk, unless, in itself, this is a show deliberately arranged for this monk. Could it be that this monk also writes poetry?

When the young scribe sitting opposite Daoxi heard this, his eyes were full of hostility when he looked at Daoxi, "Lord Qiyu, the way of the Buddha, we can't do it." ”

"What does Jun Yan mean by this, this king has not stipulated the law of poetry materials, if you have any new works, you can chant them. Li Zhongxuan didn't fail to hear the sarcasm in the words of the young scribe named Junyan, but the purpose of his poetry meeting today was actually to praise the Tao.

More than half of the talents in Jinling City were invited in order to spread Daoxi's lyrics throughout Jinling more quickly, regardless of genre and tone, not proposition, that is, to facilitate Daoxi's free play.

The one called Junyan, whose real name is Shen Junyan, is the son of Shen Qi, the imperial historian, known as a talent, and has been in the limelight in Jinling Guozijian for a while, and even the lord Li Yu also praised his poetic talent.

Originally, Li Zhongxuan was not very right with this Shen Junyan, but only by inviting this talented man recognized as famous in Jinling could Daoxi's reputation be even louder. Of course, Li Zhongxuan also has the intention of destroying Shen Junyan's majesty.

"Since the prince said so, it is inconvenient to say more, but since the prince is a poetry meeting held for this master, I think this master must also be a holy hand in the word, I should not wait for the ugliness, and I hope the master will give advice!" Shen Junyan disdained to participate in Li Zhongxuan's poetry meeting today, but he couldn't stand Li Zhongxuan's constant rhetoric, so he reluctantly came.

At first, he looked at the people in the hall, they were all the children of some officials and gentry who had a false appearance, and he was even more interested, and planned to leave a few words to shock the gang and leave, but when Li Zhongxuan pulled Daoxi in, and said that the poetry would be for Daoxi monk to wash the dust, he was really angry.

Using an unknown monk to tease himself is Shen Junyan's true opinion of Li Zhongxuan's poetry meeting with great fanfare. He disdains to compare with others, but it doesn't mean that he won't fight back after being teased, so he took the lead in making trouble to see how many catties and taels this monk has.

"This ......" Daoxi hesitated for a long time before saying: "There is no topic that is difficult to do, and it is said that there must be a purpose for eating and doing things." ”

Li Zhongxuan was dumbfounded, he wanted to let him play freely, but he didn't expect this guy to have a topic to do, so he had no choice but to say: "Since this is the case, then use "Breaking the Array" as the tune to describe the spring scene." ”

Dao Xi thought about it, frowned three times, and then groaned: "When the swallow comes, the pear blossom is behind Qingming." Three or four points of green moss on the pond, one or two yellow orioles at the bottom of the leaves. The day is long and the fly is light. Qiaoxiao is a female companion in the east, and she is greeted in the mulberry picking path. It is suspected that last night's spring dream was good, and Yuan is winning today's fighting grass. Laughter is born from both faces. ”

After writing about the spring scene for a while, Dao Xi only thought of this Yan Shu's swallow coming to the new society, which was still chanted by a girl he had a crush on when he was in high school. If he hadn't liked this girl and knew that she loved poetry, Dao Xi wouldn't have forced himself to memorize a lot of poems when he was studying.

Through a fragment of life during the Qingming Dynasty, this word reflects the youthful vitality of the girl and is full of a joyful atmosphere. The whole word is purely described in white, the tone is lively, the style is simple, and the image is vivid, showing the pure heart of the girl. The twenty-four solar terms, the spring equinox connects Qingming, which is the most nostalgic time of the year. Spring has been in the middle, the new swallow is coming, at this time it is the day of the society will also come, the ancients called the swallow the swallow, thinking that it is often the spring of the society.

"Okay, good words!" Dao Xi chanted, everyone in the audience looked sideways, and they didn't expect that this monk really had two brushes, and no matter what his poetry attainments, just this short frown three times to chant a fluent word, has already compared everyone to the bottom.

Of course, whether Shen Junyan is compared or not, everyone is still unclear. The style of this poem is fresh, lively, refreshing, but it is also a masterpiece, but if it is a masterpiece, it is impossible.

So everyone turned their eyes to Shen Junyan again, waiting for what poems he would come up with to suppress Daoxi.

Shen Junyan didn't speak, but took a pen and paper, waved it on the paper, and then handed the poem he had written to Daoxi. Dao Xi smiled and looked at the works he handed over, and was stunned for a long time before he said: "Shen Gongzi is talented, and the little monk is ashamed of himself." ”

When everyone heard this, they were all surprised, what was the word that made Daoxi bow his head and admit defeat?

"Master, can you chant Shen Gongzi's words?"

"I still don't know what kind of masterpiece Shen Gongzi has made?"

For a while, gossiping, the "talents" in the hall coaxed, Li Zhongxuan heard Daoxi admit defeat, his face was ugly, and he also wanted to see what Shen Junyan wrote.

Dao Xi smiled and said, "It's just that the little monk is not as good as Shen Gongzi's calligraphy, as for this word, forget it." ”

As soon as his words fell, he suddenly exploded in the pot, and they all came over to Daoxi, wanting to see Shen Junyan's lyrics. But Daoxi put the poem in his sleeve and sat down silently.

"The master is talented, so I don't want to leave. Shen Junyan arched his hand and walked towards the door without a head.

This poetry meeting, which was like a joke, also evolved into a banquet with Shen Junyan brushing his sleeves away, and everyone echoed and patted Li Zhongxuan's valued Daoxi fart, and then left one by one.

led everyone away, Dao Xi could no longer hold back the monk who pretended to be sanctimonious, and immediately devoured and drank. Li Zhongxuan walked up to Dao Xi with a smile and said, "Dao Xi, your eating appearance is still so ugly. ”

Daoxi Haha smiled, picked up the wine jug and poured it into his mouth, "Just eat well, where to eat what you want." ”

Li Zhongxuan shook his head and smiled, and asked again: "However, can you show me the poems made by Shen Junyan in your arms." ”

Daoxi held a chicken leg in his right hand, and then took out the poem from his arms with his left hand and handed it to Li Zhongxuan, "No, read it yourself." ”

Li Zhongxuan spread out the paper curiously, only to read two lines and then daxiao, "I see, no wonder." ”

In fact, Shen Junyan frowned three times since Daoxi chanted a fresh little word, and he knew that he had lost. So he re-recorded Daoxi's small order under the eyes of everyone, so as to admit defeat.

It's not that he can't make poems like Daoxi, it's just that he can't be as fast as Daoxi. Even if you put in the effort to make it, the artistic conception is probably on par with Daoxi. He made poems and poems, but he was just a vassal and elegant, and he didn't take it to heart, and it was not a shame to lose, but he achieved the reputation of a monk in vain, so he brushed his sleeves away.

"This person's character is not bad, at least he is not self-righteous. Daoxi said while eating, "So every time I transcribe my poems to everyone, I save him a little face." ”