Daqing: Reborn Prince, intercepting Si Lili at the beginning

They were already prepared to mock Fan Xian later!

However, when Fan Xian wrote the first line of the poem, the scene fell silent.

"The wind is strong and the sky is high, the monkeys are howling mournfully, the sand is clear and the white birds are flying back. The endless fallen leaves are rustling down, and the endless Yangtze River is rolling in."

hiss!

Just these two sentences made everyone present gasp.

Anyone who can come here has some talent.

At least they still understand the appreciation of poetry.

Just the first two lines of Fan Xian's poem calmed everyone's hearts.

There is only one adjective in their mind!

perfect!

Impeccable!

Fan Xian ignored others and continued!

.....

The backyard of Prince Jing's Mansion.

Li Chengze sat in the pavilion, reading "A Dream of Red Mansions" while waiting for new poems from Fan Xian and Li Chengyuan.

Compared to "Journey to the West", Li Chengze actually loves "A Dream of Red Mansions" more!

He and Fan Xian are the same kind of people!

They all have clear minds and idealism!

Li Chengze loves the Dream of the Red Chamber because it describes all the joys and sorrows, separations and reunions. He sees his own nobleness and insight in it!

Li Chengze had read the Red Mansion in his hands countless times.

But Li Chengze is indeed never boring to watch.

After an unknown amount of time, servants came running over one after another, kneeling down and reciting Fan Xian's poems!

“…..

Wandering With Melancholy, a century on stage alone and sick.

Hardship and bitterness have made my hair white, and I have just stopped drinking. "

"What a poem!"

Li Chengze suddenly raised his eyes, then slowly put down the "Dream of Red Mansions" in his hand, turned around and walked to the pavilion. Looking at the scenery outside the pavilion, he admired and sighed: "A thousand miles of sad autumn, a hundred years of illness, just a few short sentences can express the eternal sorrow!

Third brother, you have a rival!"

......

At this time, the atmosphere at the poetry reading was already explosive.

After Fan Xian finished writing a poem, everyone at the scene was stunned by his beauty. They looked at him as if he were a god!

No one expected it. They thought it was going to be a crushing victory, but it turned out to be a fight between gods!

Although I haven't seen the words of the Third Prince yet.

But just reading Fan Xian's poem makes my trip here worthwhile!

Fan Xian, who was surrounded in the middle, felt both proud and nervous!

What’s really impressive is that the poem he wrote, “Climbing the High Mountain”, is known as “the best seven-character regulated verse of ancient and modern times” in his hometown!

He just didn't believe that no matter how powerful Li Chengyuan was, he could be stronger than this poem?

But Fan Xian did not have absolute confidence.

Because he knew very well that if Li Chengyuan could produce another poem of the level of "When Will the Bright Moon Rise", he would definitely lose today!

"Climbing the High Mountain" is good, but it is still a little worse than "When Will the Bright Moon Rise"!

Fan Xian was really nervous at this moment.

Although he told himself before coming that winning or losing didn't matter.

But when the time really comes, he still wants to win. After all, no one wants to lose!

......

Everyone gathered around Fan Xian and looked at the terrible handwriting he had written. At first glance, they found it hard to bear.

But after seeing the content, I still didn’t dare to mock it!

Because based on this poem, even if Fan Xian wrote with his feet, they would have to give Fan Xian enough respect!

Fan Xian looked around, then turned to Qingniao and said, "Miss Qingniao, this is the only poem I can write. If Your Highness's poem is better than mine, I admit defeat!"

However, the bluebird was writing at this time!

When everyone saw this, they looked over and found that what she wrote was the poem that Fan Xian had just written.

Soon, Qingniao finished writing, stroke by stroke, and then showed it to Fan Xian and said, "Master Fan, could you please help me check if there are any typos?"

Qingniao still respects Fan Xian very much.

Because Qingniao knew that Fan Xian was his prince's younger brother.

Fan Xian was somewhat surprised by Qingniao's attitude towards him.

He looked through the poem Bluebird had copied, then shook his head and said, "No!"

"Yes! Thank you!" The bluebird nodded, then rolled up the poems she wrote and put them into the mailbox. Then she took out a pigeon from her arms, tied the mailbox, and released it directly.

After being released, the blue bird explained, "Don't mind, Master Fan, my prince has important matters to attend to, so he cannot come in person.

But he specifically instructed that he wanted to see the poem you wrote as soon as possible.

Don't worry, Master Fan, this incident will not affect the outcome of the poetry competition!"

Upon hearing this, Fan Xian shook his head and said, "It doesn't matter. I should also thank His Highness for thinking so highly of me!"

Qingniao nodded again, then took out the key from his arms and handed it to Li Hongcheng.

"Your Highness, this is the key to the box!"

Li Hongcheng took it hurriedly, and then took out the box that had been prepared long ago.

The contents of this are the lyrics that Li Chengyuan wrote yesterday.

Yesterday, Fan Xian received the box and gave it to Li Hongcheng. After all, Li Hongcheng was the referee.

Everyone looked over eagerly.

Although Fan Xian's poems are amazing.

But they all inexplicably believed that the lyrics written by the Third Prince would be even more astonishing!

Li Hongcheng opened the box little by little.

Everyone was a little nervous, even Fan Xian's eyes were a little wide.

Finally, Li Hongcheng deftly took out the paper from the box and unfolded it bit by bit.

The first thing you see is Li Chengyuan's signature Slender Gold style, which is very pleasing to the eye!

After appreciating it for a moment, Li Hongcheng began to recite it word by word!

"Linjiang Immortal!"

"The rolling waters of the Yangtze River pass eastward, and the waves wash away the heroes. Right and wrong, success or failure, are all gone. The green mountains are still there, and the sunsets are red several times."

hiss!

There was that familiar gasp again.

But this time the sound was obviously louder than before.

Although the song "Climbing the High Mountain" is also very good, if you want to appreciate it thoroughly, you still need a certain cultural foundation.

But the Linjiangxian written by Li Chengyuan is different.

As soon as this poem is recited, a classic atmosphere comes to you.

Even people who haven't read many books can hear how majestic this poem is!

......

backyard.

When Li Chengze heard Li Chengyuan's poem, he was so stunned that his pupils dilated.

However, after listening to the entire poem, Li Chengze's mouth opened in surprise.

"White-haired fishermen and woodcutters on the river bank are used to looking at the autumn moon and the spring breeze. We are happy to meet each other over a pot of turbid wine. Many things in ancient and modern times are all talked about with laughter!"

At the railing, Li Chengze was silent for a long time before he sighed, "Fan Xian lost!"

Xie Bian beside him asked in confusion, "Why? Didn't His Highness just say that Fan Xian's poetry was excellent?"

"Indeed!" Li Chengze said, "In terms of quality alone, these two poems are indeed on par with each other, each with its own unique features.

But...how to say it!

To give an example, Fan Xian’s poems are like a perfect yet complicated sword manual. It is very powerful, but because it is too complicated, many people cannot appreciate it or practice it.

Cheng Yuan's poetry is like a swordsman returning to his roots. He doesn't need to make any moves, and you don't need to understand what kind of skills he has. He just needs to go forward and fight, and you will feel that he is invincible!

After Li Chengze said this, Xie Bian, a swordsman, immediately understood.

"I understand! Your Highness means that poetry is meant to be appreciated by others!

Although Fan Xian's poetry is powerful, not many people can fully appreciate the connotation of this poem.

On the contrary, the Third Prince's Linjiangxian, you don't even need to appreciate it to know how powerful this poem is! "

"That's right! That's what I mean!" Li Chengze took a glass of wine, put it down his throat, looked at the beautiful scenery in the distance, and said with a faint sigh: "What's more, a person who said that he was sad for a thousand miles and had a hundred years of illness!

One talks about so many things from the past and present, but they are all just a joke!

Just based on realm, Fan Xian loses!"