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Chapter 404: Master of Poetry!!!

what?

Li Er wants to write?

This is a great thing!

You know, Li Er was also a famous calligrapher in history.

So I took his masterpiece back with me, although I didn't dare to indicate the source.

But as for calligraphy itself, there must be a huge market for it.

As Li Er's order was issued, an eunuch immediately announced it in public:

"Your Majesty has ordered!

Master Lingzhuang will compose a poem, everyone please listen carefully! "

After the long tail sounded, all the officials returned to their seats and sat quietly on the ground.

As early as the beginning of the first year of Zhenguan, Li Er hosted a banquet for all officials at Xuanwu Gate.

At that time, Li Er was drunk and wrote many calligraphy and paintings with a flourish of his brush.

It was awarded to many civil and military officials on the spot.

The calligraphy of His Majesty the Emperor is not something that anyone can obtain.

Once I have it, I have to take it home and frame it.

Used to pass on the family line.

In addition, Li Er would reward his ministers with many items.

For example, as for belts, civil officials were given black tortoise shell belts, while military officials were given black silver belts.

There is also Li Er’s handwritten calligraphy, the Feibai style.

Unlike other emperors, Li Er was excellent at writing in Feibai style.

Feibai style is a special style of calligraphy.

According to legend, it was created by calligrapher Cai Yong who was inspired by the craftsmen who were repairing the Hongdu Gate who used a broom dipped in white powder to paint on the characters.

The characteristic is that there are traces of white in the strokes, as if it was written with a dry brush.

Create strength in the writing process, so that the dry brush produces "flying white", which contrasts with the thick ink and swollen ink to enhance the sense of rhythm and rhythm of the work.

Since the Wei, Jin, Southern and Northern Dynasties, Feibai style has been highly praised by literati and poets.

For example, Wang Xizhi and his son Wang Xianzhi were both experts in Feibai.

In the Tang Dynasty, Feibai style was especially loved by emperors and generals.

In particular, Li Er was very fond of Wang Xizhi's Feibai style. Since then, many emperors and generals of the Tang Dynasty were good at Feibai.

Li Er's Feibai style not only has vigorous brushwork, but also contains unique charm.

Today, Li Er once again started painting.

It is not only to show his calligraphy skills, but also to encourage officials to work harder for the country.

Sing songs to entertain the guests, and play music to the sky.

"play music!"

As the Ministry of Rites began to play music, everyone's eyes turned to Zhuang Zhou.

I want to hear what kind of poetry he can recite.

Now all the pressure was on Zhuang Zhou's side.

However, Zhuang Zhou, who was well-versed in Tang and Song poetry, naturally had no problem with him.

These are two insurmountable peaks in the accumulation of poetry by ancient literati.

but.

There is no topic proposed at this time.

There are so many Tang and Song poems, what kind of poems should I copy?

The first time was because I knew so many poems.

But I don’t know which poem to copy!

This is really a confusing matter.

Just as Zhuang Zhou was hesitating, Cheng Yaojin suddenly stood up and said:

"His Majesty!

Since we are writing poetry to liven up the atmosphere, why not add some luck to it? "

Luck?

Yup!

Zhuang Zhou suddenly felt that Cheng Yaojin’s suggestion was very good!

I have written poems, so I have to get some reward!

Mudd!

Now he has established himself as a fairy boy.

Treat money like dung.

If you can't get gold, silver and treasures, you can always get some antiques, calligraphy and paintings!

Li Chengqian also stood up and said:

"Father, I also think that what Duke Lu said makes sense.

I have a seven-colored jade pendant, I would like to use it as a prize!"

As he spoke, he took out a jade pendant from his waist.

Because it's a bit far away.

Zhuang Zhou didn't see it clearly either.

But it looks colorful.

It is the personal belongings of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, so it must be worth a lot of money.

"it is good!"

Li Er laughed loudly:

“Since we are writing poetry to liven up the atmosphere, let’s add some luck.

In my storehouse, I have also collected countless antiques, calligraphy and paintings, which I will use as prizes today.

Zhuang Zhou, what do you think? "

Li Er looked at Zhuang Zhou, his eyes gleaming with anticipation.

He had long been curious about Zhuang Zhou's poetic talent.

And today, he finally had the opportunity to get a thorough glimpse of Zhuang Zhou's style.

Zhuang Zhou was also excited when he heard this.

Antiques, calligraphy and paintings?

That is a priceless treasure!

If I could get some of it back, I would be rich.

Thinking of this, Zhuang Zhou answered without hesitation:

"Your Majesty, I won't be polite then!"

As Zhuang Zhou finished speaking, the atmosphere of the entire banquet was instantly ignited.

All the officials were discussing excitedly, wanting to see what kind of masterpiece Zhuang Zhou could create.

Li Er also nodded with satisfaction, and then waved his hand.

Immediately, a eunuch came forward and slowly unfolded a piece of silk cloth.

"Master Zhuang, please come in!"

Li Er said with a smile.

Zhuang Zhou also took a deep breath, and then began to think about copying a poem that was suitable for the occasion.

Classic poems flashed through his mind quickly.

Finally, he came up with a masterpiece.

Taking a deep breath, Zhuang Zhou pretended to chant:

"The late sun makes the mountains and rivers beautiful, and the spring breeze makes the flowers and plants fragrant.

Swallows fly in the melting mud, and mandarin ducks sleep in the warm sand."

After Zhuang Zhou finished reciting, the entire banquet fell into a brief silence.

Then there was a burst of warm applause and cheers.

"What a poem! What a poem!"

“This poem is truly wonderful!”

Then some civil officials began to interpret it in public:

"The mountains and rivers are bathed in spring light, and the spring breeze brings fragrance.

Swallows are busy building nests with wet mud in their beaks, and pairs of mandarin ducks are sleeping on the warm sand.

What a beautiful spring scenery! It is truly a painting in poetry and a poem in painting.

Master Zhuang is indeed a great talent!"

Another official said:

"The language of this poem is fresh, natural and fluent, the parallelism is neat, the level and oblique tones are harmonious, and it is easy to read. It is really a rare masterpiece!"

Zhuang Zhou smiled slightly and thought to himself:

Hehe, the masterpiece of Mr. Du Fu is naturally extraordinary.

But this poem is indeed very appropriate for the occasion.

After all, today is the Spring Banquet.

This poem is also the only poem by Du Fu describing spring that Zhuang Zhou remembers.

Zhuang Zhou really couldn’t remember anything else.

After all, most of Du Fu's poems are about worrying about the country and the people and reflecting social reality.

But today, Zhuang Zhou wants to pretend to be a fairy boy.

Naturally, there must be some fairy-like poetry.

After all, being able to create such a masterpiece is enough to prove Zhuang Zhou's talent.

"it is good!"

Li Er had also finished writing by this time, in the Feibai style with a hint of drunkenness.

There was a gleam of admiration in his eyes.

He loves poetry, so how could he not understand the beauty of this poem?

On the surface, it is chanting about the warm spring scenery and the flourishing of all things.

But if you take a closer look, isn't this a depiction of the bright and harmonious spring scenery of the Tang Dynasty?

"This poem is fresh and unconventional. It is really a good poem!"

Li Er was naturally overjoyed, and then turned to Kong Yingda and whispered:

"I wonder what Mr. Kong thinks of this poem?"

“It’s a great poem indeed!”

Kong Yingda also showed an approving look:

“The idea of ​​a poem comes before the pen. This poem has only twenty words, without any flowery words, yet it still captures the beauty of the mountains and rivers.

Mr. Zhuang's poem has the style of a great poet. "

Li Er nodded and smiled, and said in public:

"Zhuang Zhou, the poem you wrote today really touched my heart.

You can choose any three of the antiques, calligraphy and paintings in my collection as your prize."

"what?"

Zhuang Zhou was overjoyed when he heard this.

Three antiques, calligraphy and paintings, this is a huge fortune!

"Your Majesty, are you telling the truth?"

There was a gleam of excitement in Zhuang Zhou's eyes, and he could hardly believe his ears.

Li Er looked at him, his mouth corners slightly raised, revealing a satisfied smile:

"Your Majesty, I will certainly keep my word.

I will also give you this one as a reward!"

Upon hearing this, Zhuang Zhou was immediately overjoyed and quickly bowed to express his gratitude.

Then, amid the envious and jealous gazes of the crowd, he spoke again:

"Your Majesty, I suddenly have the inspiration to compose poetry again.

Why not let me write a few dozen more?

Let’s go choose together later!”

Li Er: "???"

Dozens of songs?

and many more.

Why did Li Er suddenly have a bad feeling?

This guy, could it be that he can come up with a masterpiece off the cuff?