After being divorced, my identity as a poet was exposed

Wenhui downstairs.

There are four pavilions on the four sides of the lotus pond, and the names of the pavilions are all Pomo Pavilions.

In each pavilion stood two eunuchs.

There are table cases and the four treasures of the study in the pavilion, which are the places where these students came to write.

Of course, no one came to the pavilion at the moment.

After the students cheered for a while, they gradually fell silent.

Although His Highness the Crown Prince presided over the Mid-Autumn Festival this year, the Crown Prince will ascend the throne next autumn!
If the best poems can be made tonight and get into the eyes of His Highness the Crown Prince, then after His Highness the Crown Prince becomes the Emperor of Wu next year, a group of new people will definitely be appointed as officials.

This is the emperor and courtier!

There is no need to participate in the scientific examination that is like crossing a single-plank bridge, and there is no need to spend a lot of money to get the recommendation of a high-ranking official, and there is no need to join a certain faction.

Of course, this is a once-in-a-lifetime good thing.

All the students are gearing up, hoping that luck will befall them.

Three of the four great talents in the state of Wu are no exception.

Ai Hedong, Pu Qianmo, and Tai Zhaohua are three of the four most famous talents in the Wu Kingdom, and of course they are also the most popular candidates to win the top three tonight.

This time, the topic of the Mid-Autumn Festival was released by the Imperial College half a month ago.

In fact, all the students and those literati and poets have already brewed their own poems in their stomachs during the two weeks.

However, there are so many people participating in this literary meeting, and the competition is of course more intense, so none of these scholars and literati went to that certain pavilion to write a book.

Someone is still thinking.

There were also people watching around.

Ai Hedong was wearing a Confucian shirt and standing by the lotus pond with a paper fan. He looked at Pu Qianmo and Tai Zhaohua, and said with a smile:
"Brother Pu, Brother Tai, when are you going to appear on stage?"

Pu Qianmo also shook the paper fan in his hand and said with a smile: "Wait a minute, brother Ai is ready?"

Ai Hedong slightly nodded, raised his head to look at the moon, and sighed: "I am prepared, but I am not satisfied."

"It's strange to say that, in order to write this Mid-Autumn Festival poem, I carefully pondered over fifteen poems written by that poet fairy these days."

He looked away, looked at Pu Qianmo and smiled wryly, then shook his head: "You shouldn't read his poems."

Tai Zhaohua snapped the fan in his hand, and asked curiously, "Why?"

"His poems seem to have a kind of magical power to captivate the soul. The more you read them, the more interesting they become, and the more you read them, the more flavorful they become. Come his faith!"

"Just like that Huapingchun!"

"In the original state of Wu, there was no Huapingchun, and the best wine was Liquan."

"But before the two countries turned against each other, a merchant brought Ningguo's Huapingchun to the capital, and I was lucky enough to have a drink..."

"Tsk tsk tsk!"

Ai Hedong shook his head with emotion: "Compared with the two, Liquan...is not worth mentioning!"

"It's the same with poetry."

"Before Li Chen'an's poems were introduced to the Wu Kingdom, the top three of the Mid-Autumn Festival in the past five years were almost dominated by our four great talents."

"At that time, I felt that poetry and articles were nothing more than that. I probably had reached the peak, so I was so proud that I even mentioned a poem on the Wenfeng Pagoda and left a name."

"But when his poems were introduced to the Wu Kingdom...Fang Xiao's poems can still be so beautiful, only then did he know that there are heaven and man outside the sky and people outside the world!"

Pu Qianmo pondered for three breaths, and patted Aihe Dong's shoulder:

"Brother Ai, don't underestimate yourself!"

"So what if he is a Poetry Immortal? Didn't he die at the hands of Ningguo's own people!"

"I admit that his poetic accomplishments are extremely high, and few people in the world can match them, but it is impossible for him to have any poems handed down to the world. Only the twenty or so poems are left."

"In addition... Brother Ai must be aware of the importance of this literary conference. What am I waiting for ten years?"

"Poems and articles are just a brick to knock on the door!"

"The Mid-Autumn Festival this time is different from the past. If the three of us can come out on top again, next autumn, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince will be enthroned as emperor...I hope that Xu Neng Dapeng will rise with the same wind one day and soar up to [-] miles!"

"And he, Li Chen'an... has long been turned into a cup of loess. This future, whether it is the officialdom or the literary world, belongs to us after all!"

Tai Zhaohua nodded, but unexpectedly Aihe Dong suddenly asked:
"Hey, tell me, Li Chen'an's line "The roc rises with the wind in one day, soars up to ninety thousand miles in one day, what is the whole poem like?"

No one knows.

Because this sentence was said by Li Chenan to the people of Shuzhou before watching a play at the Shuijingtai in Chongqing Mansion of Shuzhou.

That's all he said.

But just relying on the boldness and artistic conception of this sentence, no one can beat it.

Pu Qianmo was dumb, and glared at Aihe Dong: "I have to go to the underworld to ask him!"

"Brother Ai, why are you as hard as the girl in the brothel to get over this hurdle?"

Ai Hedong grinned: "It's not that I can't get over this hurdle, I admire him from the bottom of my heart!"

"pity,"

Aihe Dong looked at the full moon reflected in the lotus pond, his expression gradually dimmed:

"Actually, I originally wanted to travel to Ningguo, and I wanted to ask him to teach this poem in person."

"But I didn't expect him to really pass away, and I didn't expect the two countries to fight at Wu Ya Pass."

"However, I've heard that Jiangnan Road in Ningguo is completely different from when Ji Tai was the prime minister."

"I heard from those merchants that these are the national policies he left for Ningguo, and they have undergone earth-shaking changes under the vigorous promotion of Mr. Wen Zhu Yuwen!"

Tai Zhaohua frowned and looked at Aihe Dong, "Brother Ai, be careful!"

He lowered his voice, "His Royal Highness is said to have suffered some grievances when he was envoy to Ningguo. His Royal Highness's attitude towards Ningguo is not so friendly. After he takes the throne, there may be more conflicts between the two countries."

"After all, we are from Wu country. If Ning country is good... if the spies from Jishufang hear about it, it is a trivial matter that your future will be cut off like this, but don't lose your life because of it!"

Ai Hedong curled his lips, and Pu Qianmo patted him on the shoulder again, "Let's go, let's write down the words for the Mid-Autumn Festival!"

The three of them walked towards the three pavilions.

The crowd suddenly surged up.

The three of them fled in the pavilion, and the rest of the scholars and literati seemed to be motivated by them, and they walked in one by one, not to be outdone.

The third floor of Wenhui Building.

Prince Wu Qian is not sitting in front of his short table at this moment.

He and Xia Hua stood by the fence, watching the students writing words in the Pomo Pavilion one by one.

He was very happy.

He stretched out his hand and swiped: "These young talents are all the best students in Wu Guoshu, and they are also the talents who will be in charge of Wu Guo in the future!"

"I really don't believe that there are so many scholars and literati writing a poem about the Mid-Autumn Festival together, and there won't be a few poems that surpass Li Chen'an!"

Xia Hua curled her lips, thinking that with her husband's song "Shui Tiao Ge Tou, When Will the Bright Moon Come?", it is impossible for everyone here to compose a poem that surpasses this poem.

Wu Qian just turned his head and saw it.

His heart sank, Xia Hua's dismissive look made him feel uncomfortable.

He suddenly changed the subject and asked: "You said... Is Li Chen'an dead or not?" (End of this chapter)