I, who disguised myself as a woman, turned out to be a queen! ?

Chapter 381 The Queen: Is it my turn?

Su Changan's deeds at the Early Winter Poetry Festival and the Mid-Autumn Palace Banquet are now almost talked about by storytellers, and there are even several versions.

But no matter which version, it is inseparable from the sentence "Once the Queen's poem came out, no one could offer another poem."

Moreover, those poems that Su Changan relied on memory have now been spread in the streets and alleys, even in other parts of Daxia. After such a long time, they have been spread.

Of course, everyone present knew the power of Su Changan's poetry.

People such as Yan Shu, Zuo Shaoweng, and many people in the capital who had experienced the Early Winter Poetry Festival and the Mid-Autumn Palace Banquet were all just looking at Su Changan.

Some of them may have composed poems, but due to Su Changan's presence, they thought not to present them yet.

Or maybe I didn’t write it at all. I came tonight with the intention of attending a banquet and appreciating poetry. In fact, the previous few times I wrote it were all in vain, and I didn’t even have the nerve to publish it to the public. It’s just that the Queen’s poems are too sharp. It's better not to publish it, and there will be less people who can use it to compare it and chew it behind their backs.

but.

Literati look down upon each other.

This is something that has existed since ancient times.

The people who can come to today's banquet are all carefully selected by Li Jiulang and Wei Jiu. Therefore, they are all excellent candidates in terms of literacy and talent, and they are all people who can be called names.

Therefore, it is normal to feel a little unconvinced.

There is a rebellious spirit in my heart, and I may not have learned less than you. I am occasionally inspired to write those masterpieces. Is it possible that these inspirations can always be there?

Therefore, these people are eager to give it a try, but they have not come forward. It is really because there is no one to take the lead.

For example, Lin Ruoyun, Liu Donglai, Zhang Weisong and others are on the Shuyalou poetry list.

There are also Tan Songyan, Zhai Zhiqiu and others who have not been on the poetry list, but have been told that today they are going to prevent Su Changan from getting his name.

As for Zuo Cunxu, he naturally wrote poems, but he was waiting to see what happened and was not in a hurry.

Although he was told by the old man of the family to behave well, and the implication was to stop him, Zuo Cunxu didn't care about that, he just wanted to see what he wanted to say to the Zuo family after the fifth child who was the best to him in the Zuo family left. , Zuo Cunxu doesn’t care about the Zuo family.

And Zhou is uneasy

Ok.

He didn't even think about it. He came tonight mainly because he could see Su Changan.

Moreover, Zhou An's eyes flashed when he saw how delicious Su Changan's food was, and how he ate whatever he wanted without caring about his status.

There have long been rumors that the empress was unwell and could only eat more to relieve the symptoms, especially when she ate food without caring about how it looked, just as she pleased.

But even though it is like this, it is also beautiful and picturesque, making people feel like a spring breeze when looking at it.

Zhou An was very excited to see it today, and silently wrote it down, thinking about eating it like this when he went back.

Pei Nanzhi, who ranked second on the poetry list, is a great scholar who is close to forty years old, but still looks like a young girl. He is biting the end of his pen and frowning at the white paper in front of him, as if he is writing as he thinks.

Xun Kuang looked at his junior uncle and sighed.

He thought of the melancholy look on his master's face when he told him that his junior uncle was coming to attend the Shangyuan Poetry Festival.

When Li Nichang and the Qingliu family from the south planned to reach out to the Imperial Academy, they never saw their teacher so melancholy and depressed.

I can imagine that this junior uncle gave Mu Xuduo a headache.

Xun Kuang looked back at his teacher, and sure enough, he saw Mu Xu shaking his head helplessly.

Xun Kuang smiled bitterly, then turned to look at the others.

Looking at people like Liu Donglai and Zhang Weisong, Xun Kuang looked forward to it. After all, since they are on the poetry list, they are people with great talent and learning in this field. Moreover, these people have been on the poetry list for a long time. There is nothing wrong with their own talent and learning. .

That poem list, I think back to that time, Xun Kuang was also on it for a year, but...

After that rainy night, I couldn't get back up. If I didn't write serious poems, I would die the next year.

Li Wei took out the poems he had racked his brains to write from his arms, but when he saw Yan Shu and Zuo Shaoweng just sitting there, he blinked and asked in a low voice: "Where are your poems?"

Yan Shu heard it and shook his head: "I didn't write it."

Zuo Shaoweng looked at the poem in Li Wei's hand and asked, knowingly: "So you really wrote it."

After that, Zuo Shaoweng said with a smile: "Now that I've written it, be sure to remember to present it later."

Li Wei blinked and suddenly realized that he had been tricked by these two people!

He wanted to have a fit, but he also knew the situation, so he immediately glared at the two of them angrily.

The hall suddenly became quiet, which made Su Changan confused: "Aren't you ready?"

Just when Su Changan finished speaking.

I saw Tan Songyan walking out, bowing to Su Changan and Xia Fengxiang: "Tan Xuesong, who is currently studying in Bazhou, pays homage to His Majesty and the Queen."

Then, Tan Songyan looked at the other people present and said, "I have composed a poem at the end of my life. I would like all teachers, Your Majesty, and the Queen to appreciate it."

After that, Tan Songyan walked to the screen that was specially set up for today's poets to write down their own poems, picked up the brush, and finished it in one go.

Then, he saluted respectfully again: "This is a poem I wrote, just as a way to attract others."

Then, return to your seat.

When going back, Tan Songyan glanced at Xia Tingyu and found that the princess was minding her own food, which made Tan Songyan sigh.

But it doesn't matter. Tan Songyan is still confident in his poetry!

Everyone else looked at the screen.

【Shangyuan】

The jade toad is lying down with thousands of eyebrows, and the colorful lamps bid farewell to the old and the new.

The full moon and flying rainbow float in the jade bowl, sending melancholy thoughts to my parents.

Yao Yuanzai looked at the poem and affirmed: "Yes, not bad."

Xu Zuiyin also smiled and nodded: "It's a good poem."

The poem is indeed a good poem, with gorgeous words and appropriate emotional sustenance. It is really a good poem.

Everyone present nodded and commented on the poem as a good one.

Hearing the praise from Yao Yuanzai and Xu Zuiyin, Tan Songyan was also a little proud, but when he saw that no one else had any comments, Tan Songyan couldn't help but pursed his lips. Then he looked at Xia Tingyu, who was still eating and didn't even raise his head to take a look. .

Mu Xu looked at the poem, smiled, drank a glass of wine and murmured: "Why are you in such a hurry? Your great literary talent is covered up with so many words. It's a pity."

With Tan Songyan opening the way, naturally there will be a second person soon.

Zhang Weisong stood up, bowed as before, saluted everyone, walked straight to the screen, picked up the brush, thought for a moment, and started writing.

"Shangyuan Lantern Viewing"

On the night of reunion with gorgeous clothes and jade makeup, the Sixth Street is brightly lit with joy.

What should I do with my plain shirt? Look at the place where tourists are laughing and talking.

After finishing writing, Zhang Weisong saluted everyone and returned to his position with confidence.

"What a poem!" Zhang Weisong's friend Liu Donglai immediately applauded.

Even Yao Yuanzai, Xu Zuiyin and others nodded and praised him repeatedly.

"What should I do for a plain shirt? Look at the place where tourists are laughing and chatting. Brother Zhang is so talented in literature."

"Simple and easy to understand, it captures the joy of the Lantern Festival."

"Excellent." Many people present looked at this poem and praised it one after another. Compared with Tan Songyan's poem just now, they praised it much more.

But it's natural.

Because Zhang Weisong's meaning was simple, he said that the Lantern Festival was so lively that even he, a scholar wearing a simple long gown, did not study that night, but ran out to laugh and enjoy the lanterns and guess lantern riddles with others.

He really deserves to be on the poetry list.

When Tan Songyan saw this, he felt a little ashamed and lowered his head silently, feeling ashamed.

"The last time I learned from Zhai Zhiqiu, I showed my shame."

At this time, Zhai Zhiqiu came out, bowed, and picked up the brush.

Zhang Weisong started writing directly, which was quite a challenge to the person ranked eighth on the poetry list.

"New Year's Eve"

Pluck the snow to look for spring, light up the lamps to continue the day, the courtyard has a faint fragrance in the evening, and the unexplained night is trying to cover up the shame. The heavenly moon is shining on the willows of Guanqiao.

The flower market is dust-free, the gates are like embroidery, and the stars are in the mist and clouds. Agarwood is as cold as fire and a small amount of makeup is left, but half a quilt is light and the dream is as thick as wine.

After finishing writing, Zhai Zhiqiu saluted Su Changan and others, and then looked at Zhang Weisong's poem.

A poem, a word.

The poems written by Zhang Weisong bring joy to the Lantern Festival.

What Zhai Zhiqiu wrote is that after the lively laughter in the Shangyuan Dynasty, all the people playing in the street left. The woman who had laughed all night and drank wine all night did not even wash off her makeup, and was immersed in a light dream as rich as wine. among.

Moreover, Shangque even used the word Jingzhe after Shangyuan, which means spring is about to begin. However, it did not describe it directly, but it used phrases such as plucking the snow to seek spring. It is clear and graceful, with a pure and rich charm. The two sentences in the upper and lower parts are particularly sharp. new.

Master Zhao Shi and Master Zhao looked at this poem, read it carefully, and immediately said: "Good literary talent, tactful and roundabout, a masterpiece!"

Yao Yuanzai nodded: "Zhai Zhiqiu, right?"

Zhai Zhiqiu immediately bowed to Yao Yuanzai and said, "Yes."

Yao Yuanzai nodded in approval: "Not bad, not bad."

Not only these two old masters, but other people present looked at Zhai Zhiqiu's words and originally thought that Zhai Zhiqiu deliberately wrote to Zhang Weisong's side with the intention of provoking. They also thought that there would be some kind of 'war', but they didn't want to act like this. .

Everyone not only affirmed this young student who had never heard of him, but also slightly praised his conduct.

After all, the two poems, when combined, complement each other, especially the line "The flower market is dustless, and the rich doors are like embroidery" is exquisite.

Zhang Weisong looked at Zhai Zhiqiu and bowed.

Zhai Zhiqiu didn't dare to express his gratitude and hurriedly returned the gift.

but

Zhai Zhiqiu, who returned to his seat, did not look to see how Xia Tingyu was doing, but took a peek at Xia Fengxiang and Su Changan.

I was happy to see the two of them just looking at the poems with slight approval.

Mu Xu remained silent and just stared at Zhai Zhiqiu.

Zhai Zhiqiu's little gesture could not escape Mu Xu's eyes, and he couldn't help but smile. He judged the situation, had literary talent, could be an official, and could seize opportunities. Yes, but he didn't know what he was like as a person.

Zhang Weisong and Zhai Zhiqiu pushed the poetry meeting to the top. Next, Lin Ruoyun, Liu Donglai and others naturally stepped forward one after another not to be outdone.

In addition to these few people with great talents and reputations, there are several other people with only some talents who also went up and wrote their own masterpieces.

It's just that after all, others are people who have their names on the poetry list, and naturally have their own talents and knowledge, so they cannot be compared with Lin Ruoyun, Liu Donglai and the others.

But he is also on the same level as Tan Songyan.

Cui Buning of the Cui family also went up to write it, but compared to the originally unknown Zhai Zhiqiu, he was slightly inferior. However, it is not known whether Zhai Zhiqiu wrote it closely after Zhang Weisong. The two complemented each other, helped each other, or for some other reason.

But in just a short period of time, a large screen had been written, leaving only a small part of the blank space, which could only hold a few poems.

then

Everyone naturally turned their attention to Pei Nanzhi who ranked second on the poetry list, Zuo Cunxu who ranked fifth, Zhou Xiaoan who ranked ninth, and...

The queen.

but

Pei Nanzhi was seen frowning, with a brush on his lips and his eyes fixed on the paper, clearly showing that he was thinking hard.

Moreover, with that playful look, if it weren't for his youthful and good-looking appearance, he would never have imagined that he was a famous scholar who was once the number one scholar in the past.

Zhou Xiaoan, on the other hand, covered his face with a fan in his hand and looked at the screen, as if he didn't want to go up, and even gave the impression that he had no intention of participating.

Zuo Cunxu was even more casual. He held a wine glass and looked at the poems on the screen, praising them constantly.

As for Su Changan.

I'm eating.

Moreover, His Majesty is still busy wiping his mouth, as if he is still complaining about something, so unloving and pampering.

Seeing these two couples like this, I really couldn't bear to disturb them, and I even wanted to keep watching.

But these four are the ones that really make people look forward to it.

Especially Su Changan and Pei Nanzhi.

Li Chunfang, the minister of Honglu Temple, was very frightened at the time after he patted Su Changan on the shoulder. But later when he went to see him to apologize, Su Changan made fun of him, and even the emperor was there

After that, he became closer to Su Changan.

Although he brought Liu Donglai here, it was because he had some relatives and knew why Liu Donglai came, so he brought him here.

but.

Li Chunfang was sure that the person who would win the crown tonight must be the Queen.

But seeing that the empress was not impatient and still showing off her affection to His Majesty, Li Chunfang stood up and said, "Empress."

Su Changan heard this and looked at Li Chunfang.

But I also know what Li Chunfang means. After all, even if he eats again, it doesn't mean he doesn't care about other people's poetry writing.

Naturally, I also knew that suddenly no one was on board.

After seeing many people looking at him, Su Changan held a chicken drumstick in his hand and said, "Is it my turn?"

With that said, he handed the chicken legs to Xia Fengxiang and planned to get up.

But before he got up, Xia Fengxiang glared at Su Changan angrily, then put the chicken legs on the plate, wiped the corners of Su Changan's mouth and the back of his hands with a silk handkerchief, and then let Su Changan leave.

Su Changan chuckled.

Seeing this scene, everyone curled their lips and felt uncomfortable, but they all took a breath when they looked at the emperor with the expression just now.

Especially the veterans.

Thinking of the emperor's appearance in ordinary times is simply more frightening than the late emperor, especially when he smiles, he doesn't even know what the emperor is thinking.

But with the current situation, the veterans lamented that only the Queen and the Empress could see the Emperor like this.

Su Changan walked to the screen, thought for a while, picked up the pen, and started writing.

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PS: I have a fever, and I wanted to take a rest, but after squinting for a while, I felt that the problem was not obvious. Some of the poems in this chapter were written by poets.

(End of this chapter)