steal light

The poetry meeting went on all morning, Pei Qian poured wine non-stop, and the copper plate flowed down the river again and again, each time it was unexpected, almost everyone wrote poems one after another, even those half-baked sons-in-law could speak casually Read a few limericks.

Both Yu Wenzhe and Jiang Shu were quite approachable, and after a while everyone stopped being cautious, and the atmosphere of the whole poetry meeting was very relaxed.

Regrettably, until the last one, the copper plate never stopped in front of Yu Wenzhe. Many people have heard of Yu Wenzhe's talent and are looking forward to his poems in today's poetry meeting, but I don't know if it is luck or Due to the location problem, he didn't drink this glass of wine in the end, and everyone felt very sorry.

Pei Qian was no exception. He knew what everyone was thinking, and raised his glass again after the game.

"Ten princes, you have always been the most talented and learned among the princes, and everyone is looking forward to hearing you write a poem. Unfortunately, Tongpan didn't choose you today. I wonder if we will be lucky enough to come and listen."

Yu Wenzhe also came here with a playful mood. He loves to compose poems on weekdays, so he didn't shirk to take the wine in Pei Qian's hand and drank it in one gulp. Don't stick to the rules, whoever thinks about poetry can ask me."

Ye Donglan was the first to get up, "You all wrote a lot of poems using various objects as poetry eyes, Xiaosheng thought of a broader one, the word "growing up" as poetry eyes, I don't know what the prince thinks."

Yu Wenzhe thought about it for a while, and praised, "It's quite innovative, so this is it."

Yu Wenzhe is the prince, who grew up in the mysterious palace since he was a child, and he is the emperor's favorite prince. Everyone is also very interested in his growth experience, so no one has raised any objections. Only Jiang Shu frowned, obviously seeing that It broke Ye Donglan's mind.

Ye Donglan and Yu Wenzhe met late and for a short time. Ye Donglan often asked Jiang Shu about Yu Wenzhe's childhood when he was in the army. He didn't understand everything, but he knew something, but with Ye Donglan's thoughts on Yu Wenzhe, he was not satisfied at all.

He wanted to hear Yu Wenzhe's personal overview of his growth.

Yu Wenzhe didn't think about it for a long time, and then he read a poem,

The glazed tiles of the red palace wall,

A barefoot child sits on a desk.

Grinding pens to transcribe poems,

Persevering jade cake is fragrant and sweet.

The four lines of poems are really too few, and Yu Wenzhe also felt that they were not enough. Fortunately, in his more than ten years of life, what he did most often was just reading at his desk, and beside the desk was his favorite jade cake.

Ye Donglan engraved the poems written by Yu Wenzhe in his heart word by word, as if the red palace walls and the glazed tiles on the tall palace were shining, he walked through a door, and a half-sized baby with bare feet was sitting In front of the book desk, he is holding a brush in his hand to transcribe poems and essays, and there is a teacher beside him to guide him. The child can't bear his temper, and there are pastries prepared by his loving mother next to him. The child makes strange faces Smelling the sweet taste of the pastries, I couldn't help but put down my pen and taste the deliciousness.

Thinking of this, Ye Donglan felt extremely soft in his heart. From the first time he saw A Zhe, he felt that A Zhe was a handsome young man who had read a lot of poetry and books. Later, he saw a strong and refined indifference from him, and now he suddenly saw through his The verses are like a glimpse of his delicate and lovely side, which really makes people unable to hold back the joy in their hearts.

Yu Wenzhe didn't hold back, he sat down naturally, toasted with different people, and the students toasted each other, Pei Qian also participated in it, the scene was very lively, but Ye Donglan sat quietly in the same place, watching the smiling people in the crowd Yu Wenzhe, the corners of his lips have never been flattened.