Iron Dynasty

In ancient times, drinking and writing poetry was a common problem among literati. Wang Shijie and others belonged to the third-rate scholars, and naturally belonged to the literati.

Moreover, Wang Shijie and others claimed to be the four great talents. In the past, Wang Shijie wanted to include Xiao Ming in the list of these talents as well, tying him to the top five talents, and making Xiao Ming the first among the talents.

It's just that Xiao Ming didn't read poetry and books in the past.

Therefore, since he is a talented person, drinking and writing poetry is also a practice. When he is away, the four of them often fight poems at home banquets. First, to show off their talents, and secondly, like modern young people learning guitar, it is purely for the spring. It's estrus season again.

His Royal Highness, the idiot brother is showing his ugliness, and today he wrote a poem to appreciate the snow. The wind god picks up the snow, the mica spit is cold, the ground is frosty and wet, and the door god looks at the bird bar. Wang Shijie carried his hands on his back and read slowly like a writer.

At this time, Luluo also came upstairs. The wine distilled from the side hall was moved into the warehouse, and the distiller was put away. She was really bored, so she went upstairs and replaced Li San.

At this time, when she heard Wang Shijie's limericks, she couldn't help but cover her mouth and chuckle, This is the god of the door and the land. Is this a prayer for the gods, Mr. Wang?

Wang Shijie turned around and saw Luluo, because the wine was on his head, and he saw Luluo like a hibiscus in clear water. He suddenly lost his eyes and stared at Luluo.

Cough cough! Xiao Ming coughed just in time, and Wang Shijie suddenly woke up and said, Miss Luluo laughed, but it's just a humble poem.

It's just that in front of beautiful women, any man has the desire to show off. He is more confident than Xiao Ming's literary talent. At this time, he can't help but want to pull Xiao Ming to support himself, so he said: Your Highness, Yudi's poem made Luluo girl laugh. Why don't your Highness write a poem and let the foolish brother pay his respects?

Xiao Ming took a sip of his wine. What was this Wang Shijie thinking? He had a clear mind. In modern times, he has also been in the office for five or six years, and he is well versed in office struggles.

However, when it comes to reciting a poem, he is naturally inferior to those who study for the imperial examinations. He has already given it back to the teacher for such things as rhymes.

But since he is standing on the shoulders of countless literary giants in the technology library, just like the techniques he taught, why does he need to scratch his ears and heart to drag poems by himself? Isn't this a waste of brain cells?

Now Wang Shijie is sincere to see his jokes, so he can't blame him. He thought about it, and the poems and songs in his mind flashed like a crucian carp crossing the river. Hoop Light.

But the master can be drunk, and he does not know where he is in a foreign land.

This poem is from Li Bai's Guest Zhongzuo, but the location of the first sentence in Li Bai's original poem is Lanling. If Xiao Ming used it inappropriately at this time, he changed Lanling to Qingzhou and shamelessly did it. Tamper once.

After reading this poem, Xiao Ming felt a little guilty about plagiarizing the poems of the ancients for his own use, but thinking that he had entered a completely irrelevant world, he no longer cared about it.

But when he looked up, he found that both Wang Shijie and Luluo looked at him in surprise, as if a polar bear had seen a penguin.

Wang Shijie swallowed hard, even though he was drunk, he could still tell the difference between his limericks and Xiao Ming's good lines. He was stunned for a while, and he shouted: Eternal quatrains, Your Highness is really a Wenquxingxing. , the foolish brother can't beat the horse.

Brother Wang is too modest, it's just a little poem, come on, brother Wang, continue drinking. Xiao Ming poured another glass of wine for Wang Shijie.

Luluo has learned a lot of poems in Chang'an, a place where literati gather. This time Xiao Ming's poems are indeed excellent. He said: Your Highness, you are too modest. If your poem is in Chang'an, those one Waiting for a literati may not be comparable.”

Ms. Luluo is right. Your Highness's poem is indeed extraordinary. Yudi thought it was His Highness's mood at this time. His Highness drank Qingzhou fine wine and lived in Qingzhou for five years. At this time, I miss Chang'an. It is also human nature. Wang Shijie said.

Li Bai's poem expresses the sorrow of parting in a foreign country. Wang Shijie's interpretation is correct, but Xiao Ming does not have the emotion in the poem, and he is happy that no one asks.

But in order to follow his words, he still said: Brother Wang is right, come on, let's not mention it, drink.

The two drank freely again, and Wang Shijie finally couldn't hold it any longer after drinking two bowls. He lay down on the table, unconscious.

And Xiao Ming only drank three bowls, and was a little drunk. Seeing Wang Shijie lying in the nest, he said to Luluo: Let Li San send Wang Gongzi back.

Luluo responded and went downstairs. After a while, Li San came up and helped Wang Shijie down.

At this time, Aster said from downstairs: Your Highness has also drunk a lot of wine, do you need to rest?

Xiao Ming waved his hand, No need, come here, the scenery here is pretty good, let's take a look at the snow scene in Qingzhou City.

Luluo said at this time: Sister, just now, His Royal Highness composed a poem improvised. It is truly amazing.

What nonsense, His Highness can recite poetry? Ziwan pulled Luluo's sleeve, thinking that Luluo was joking with her.

Luluo pouted and said, Qingzhou fine wine tulips, jade bowls are filled with Hu Poguang, but the host can be drunk, and I don't know where I am in a foreign land.

Aster listened, and after a while, she regained her senses, and said to Xiao Ming, Your Highness, is this really your poem?

Xiao Ming blushed for a while, but he could only say: This is still fake, why? Don't you believe in this king's literary talent?

That's not true, it's just that the servants didn't think that His Highness had such a skill. When I was with the Empress, the Empress always said that His Highness was inexperienced, but now it seems that His Highness must have been studying poetry and books hard in Qingzhou for a few years. Aster said, and then she added: But the slave thinks that this poem can be changed again.

Oh, let's hear it. Xiao Ming said in surprise.

I don't know where is my hometown. I think it can be changed to I don't know where my hometown is. This way, it can add more thoughts about Chang'an in the poem. Aster pondered.

Xiao Ming's eyes lit up, Well, that's fine, but it's not necessarily better than the original sentence. While talking about Xiao Ming, he looked at Aster. Generally speaking, there is a difference between superiority and inferiority, and Aster would not dare to change Xiao Ming indiscriminately. Poetic, this is disrespectful, Aster brought it up at this time, naturally she had her own ideas.

Ziwan explained: It's not that the slaves are proud of their literary talent, but this poem by Your Highness, the slaves think it is very suitable for Zuiqingzhou. If you put His Highness's poems on Zuiqingzhou, it will spread to the emperor's ears, and maybe he will think of His Highness's homesickness. Love, pity Your Highness, maybe...

Maybe the money will come, good! Xiao Ming clapped his hands and laughed.

Aster was powerless for a while, and King Qi was now looking at money. She meant that the relationship between father and son should let King Qi go back to save his relatives.