The Rebirth of the Prince: Starting from Not Being a Doglicker

Zhou Qingyu was a poetry lover, and he particularly admired Xie Yun, a talented woman who was famous in the capital and good at writing poetry and lyrics.

It’s a pity that due to his talent, even though Zhou Qingyu went to Xie Yun to communicate and get her guidance every now and then, the poems he wrote were still very mediocre.

Zhou Qingyu was skeptical about whether Su An could write poetry. After all, she did see Su An bought two books on poetry appreciation in the morning.

Zhou Qingyu sat on a soft sandalwood chair and swept her beautiful eyes over Su An and his group. Except for the cute and lovely girl who looked like the girl next door, who looked a little unfamiliar, she recognized the others.

She wanted to make friends with Su Wan, a genius in swordsmanship, but unfortunately she dropped out of Zhaowu Academy early.

Sima Yue, Su An's Crown Prince's Consort. Although she later found out that it was Sima Yue's maid who made trouble in front of Su An without Sima Yue's permission, this Crown Prince's Consort was not strict with her, so Zhou Qingyu did not have a good impression of her.

Su An, the man who brought her great shame. Zhou Qingyu once thought that he was just an ignorant, arrogant and domineering dandy, but what happened in the morning made her have a different view of him.

Zhou Qingyu actually wanted to avenge that slap, but the frustrating thing was that she could never find an opportunity. Her father went to southern Xinjiang to assist Marquis Shenwei in setting up defenses, and her grandfather was also sent to the northern border. She had no one to complain to about her grievances.

She could have vented her anger in the morning, but Su An's calm attitude made her feel like she was punching cotton.

She is the kind of good girl who doesn't know how to retaliate when she is wronged.

It would be great if Su An could ask her for something.

It would be nice to see him make a fool of himself at the literary gathering later.

"Junior sister, I have been studying poetry a lot during this period." Guo Pu said with a little complacency.

Among the poems that Guo Pu prepared in advance, perhaps none of them would become famous pieces that would be passed down through the ages, but each one was of good quality, and even the Fifth Prince and Xie Yun would find it difficult to write them.

The most important thing is that these poems are numerous and safe to use. He can deal with every scene with ease, and there are suitable poems for each scene. Although these poems were not written by him, he can claim them as his own without any worries, because the second prince has already taken care of the beginning and the end.

With the help of these poems, Guo Pu had no idea how he would lose this literary competition. Even the Fifth Prince and Xie Yun combined could not be his match.

After this literary gathering, he was able to win the heart of his junior sister, and the Second Prince was able to win over the Zhou family as he wished. It was simply the best of both worlds.

Looking at his gentle junior sister, and thinking that he would soon receive her admiring look, Guo Pu felt warm in his heart and felt full of strength.

"I look forward to seeing you show your skills, brother." Zhou Qingyu smiled gently, thinking that Guo Pu's current excitement was just a temporary high spirit.

After all, her senior brother's attainments in poetry are better than hers, but certainly not as good as the Fifth Prince and Xie Yun.

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As dusk approached, the seats above and below the platform were already full, and the literary gathering officially began.

The fifth prince first went on stage to give a speech, thanking everyone for coming to the literary gathering, and then introduced the three judges.

The judges of the literary gathering were the Prince of Runan, the Grand Secretary of Longtu Pavilion, and the top poet Xie Qian.

The Grand Secretary of Longtu Pavilion is a core figure in the prince's camp. He is one of the three Grand Secretaries of Guanwen Hall and is fond of poetry.

Xie Qian was a leader in the poetry world, a great scholar, a former cabinet minister, a man of high moral character and great literary character. He was invited to judge at every large poetry gathering in the capital.

The Prince of Runan is also a famously elegant prince. He is also the younger brother of the current emperor, the brother-in-law of the queen, and also an important figure in the prince's camp.

For this literary gathering organized by the Prince's camp, such a judging lineup is very reasonable.

After the fifth prince finished his speech, Xie Qian, the top poet who was sitting in the center of the judges' seats, also stood up and said a few words.

Xie Qian is an old man with white hair and beard, and a vigorous spirit. He wears a wide robe with big sleeves. Although he is a great scholar, he looks a bit like an immortal.

Xie Qian's speech was very brief.

Probably,

I am honored that His Highness the Fifth Prince has invited me to judge the poetry competition. I am very pleased by your enthusiasm for poetry. I wish the poetry of the Great Jin Dynasty will become more prosperous.

After Xie Qian finished his speech, the emcee, who was dressed in a blue shirt and looked quite scholarly, went up to the podium and introduced the proceedings of the literary gathering to everyone.

The literary meeting is divided into four parts, namely,

Write poems based on paintings, compose poems (lyrics) on given topics, compose poems (lyrics) about objects, and write Feihualing.

A winner will be selected in each stage, and finally the winner of the literary competition will be selected based on the number of winners. The winner will receive prizes prepared by the three judges and the fifth prince.

The first session begins.

The servants presented dozens of paintings to the platform, and the master of ceremonies in green introduced the rules of this session.

“Use painting to create poetry.”

The paintings presented by the servants included dozens of different scenes, including willow bank, fishing fires on Maple River, cold river with flying snow, mountains at dusk, deserted house on snowy mountains, etc. Everyone could choose one or more of the paintings to compose a poem.

The final results will be submitted after the poetry writing period is over. After being covered and transcribed, they will be handed over to three judges, who will decide and select the winner.

Following the host's signal, everyone began to conceive and write poems.

Some people dip the brush into ink and start writing, while others stare at the paintings and ponder.

In the VIP seats, there was a girl named Xie Yun, dressed in white, pure and beautiful. She was the granddaughter of Xie Qian, the top poet. She was also one of the four great beauties in the capital and a talented woman famous throughout the capital.

Xie Yun stared at a picture of a snow scene with her brows furrowed. After some thought, she began to paint.

At the same time, the elegant and handsome Fifth Prince, dressed in a yellow robe, was also writing on paper, and from time to time he looked up at the painting of the ancient pavilion and willows in the mist.

These two are famous talents and are also the favorites to win the literary competition, so they have attracted much attention from the three judges.

Zhou Qingyu felt dazzled as she looked at the paintings. Her slender brows furrowed tighter and tighter. She had a lot of thoughts in her mind, but they were all messy and she had no idea what to do.

When there was less than half a quarter of an hour left before the poetry composition time was over, she sighed helplessly and wrote her poem on the calligraphy paper.

Guo Pu looked confident as he pretended to write down a few sentences on paper, revising them until the time was almost up. Finally, he chose one of the many poems he had memorized by heart and wrote it down.

Su An looked at the many paintings and was a little hesitant. Fishing lights on the smoky river, deserted houses on the snowy mountains, and willow-lined embankments... Which one should he choose?

Sometimes, having too many good poems can be a problem.

Finally, Su An's sight finally stopped on a picture of flying snow and cold river. It was you.

Soon, the time was up, and a servant in black came forward from each seat, wrote down everyone's results on paper, and then handed it to the judges.

The three judges reviewed very quickly. In fact, the quality of many poems can be identified at a glance. Only good poems need to be repeatedly scrutinized.

The so-called text has no first, Wu has no second.

The Grand Secretary of Longtu Pavilion and the King of Runan had different opinions on the merits of the two poems and each held his own view.

"This poem describes the snow scene, using broken jade to represent snow, which is vivid and the metaphor is wonderful. I think this poem is better and has the potential to take the top spot." said the King of Runan.

The Grand Secretary of Longtu Pavilion shook his head and said.

"King Runan is wrong. Broken pearls and broken jades are beautiful, but that's all they are."

"The willows in this poem are 'Yi Yi', and the willows are indicative of parting. Yi Yi has the meaning of being reluctant to leave. The combination of the two is not only beautiful, but also complements each other. Therefore, I think this poem is better."

Just as the two were arguing with each other, Xie Qian handed a piece of paper to them.

"You two might as well take a look at this poem."

Xie Qian was the top poet of the Jin Dynasty, and his attainments in poetry were higher than the two of them. When they heard Xie Qian say this, they both gave him face and put aside their dispute.

"The mountains are dark at dusk, and the geese are flying back in the clouds."

"The autumn wind hurries up the leaves, where can I find out when they will return?"

"Konoha?"

The Prince of Runan and the Grand Secretary of Longtu Pavilion quickly distilled the core imagery of the poem.

"The wood leaves imply the color of 'wood'. Generally, the color of 'wood' is darker and drier to the touch, so 'wood leaves' naturally have the yellowish and dry feeling of fallen leaves." King Runan analyzed.

"Konoha gives people a feeling of loneliness and creates a desolate atmosphere, which is good." The Grand Scholar of Longtu Pavilion also nodded slightly.

"The image of wooden leaves is wonderful." Prince of Runan and Grand Secretary of Longtu Pavilion praised the poem highly.

"It's dusk now." Xie Qian said again.

That’s right, it is dusk now. Over Arashiyama, the sun is setting in the west and the twilight is like smoke.

This poem is very relevant to today’s time.

"The use of the image of "wooden leaves" in this poem is exquisite, and the expression of emotion in the scene is just right."

"So I think this poem should win the first prize. What do you think?" Xie Qian said.

The Prince of Runan and the Grand Secretary of Longtu Pavilion pondered for a moment and both expressed that they had no objection.

"If I am not mistaken, Yang Liu Yi Yi and Sui Qiong Luan Yu should be the works of the Fifth Prince and Xie Yun."

“Both poems are well written and have the potential to win first place.”

"But who wrote this poem 'Sunset'? Is there someone who is better than these two in poetry?"

"Maybe he is a low-key young man who doesn't like to show off to the world. It's not surprising that there are many hidden dragons and crouching tigers in the capital."

The Grand Secretary of Longtu Pavilion and the King of Runan started chatting.

Xie Qian was about to wait for his servants to sort out the poems and then announce the results to the public, when he suddenly found a piece of paper under the table.

"Hey, there's a poem here that you haven't read yet?"