Daqing: Reborn Prince, intercepting Si Lili at the beginning

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Just as Li Chengze said.

At the poetry reading, everyone overwhelmingly supported Li Chengyuan.

"His Majesty the Third Prince has definitely won. His Majesty's poem is so majestic and passionate. Right and wrong, success and failure are all in vain. So many things in the past and present are just jokes! Oh my god, I feel a surge of heroism just reading it!"

"I agree. Brother Fan's poetry is indeed well written, but in terms of realm, it is indeed inferior to the Third Prince's lyrics!"

"Haha, I'm not surprised that the Third Prince can write this kind of lyrics, because the Third Prince has this talent.

On the contrary, as for Fan Xian, I even feel that this poem was not written by him.

Look at it, it's a story of a long and sad autumn, and a story of a century of illness. How could a young and strong man like Fan Xian write that?"

"That makes sense! Could he be plagiarizing someone else's poem?"

"Not really, is it? Fan Xian's poem is indeed very well written.

Think about it, if someone could write a poem like this, would they be willing to give it to someone else?

"Oh, stop arguing. Let me put it this way. Even without even mentioning the quality of the poetry, the Third Prince's handwriting alone is enough to crush Fan Xian!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the hall fell silent instantly.

Because everyone agreed with this statement.

Although this is a poetry competition, when the level of poetry is similar, the "paper score" is very important.

Obviously, in terms of calligraphy, Fan Xian is not even qualified to support Li Chengyuan.

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Listening to everyone's comments, Fan Xian sighed, then took the initiative to say, "No need to argue, I lost!"

Upon hearing this, Li Hongcheng looked at Fan Xian and asked, "Brother Fan, have you thought it through? Are you really admitting defeat?"

Fan Xian nodded and said, "I've thought it through! I'm not as good as others, but I, Fan Xian, am not so bad that I can't afford to lose!"

In fact, Fan Xian has to have some shame!

He copied this book.

It turned out that the copied poem was not as good as the original one. This is so embarrassing!

If he continued to argue under such circumstances, Fan Xian would feel embarrassed!

Seeing Fan Xian admit defeat, Li Hongcheng nodded and announced, "Your Highness the Third Prince wins this poetry contest!"

As soon as the words fell, cheers rang out in the hall.

Guo Baokun and He Zongwei were as happy as if it were New Year's Day.

At this moment, a carrier pigeon flew in from outside and landed on the blue bird's shoulder!

Chapter 63: Forced sadness to compose new poems! Li Chengze tries to win over Fan Xian!

The carrier pigeon flew back. Could it be that the Third Prince has replied?

Everyone looked at Bluebird.

Fan Xian also looked at Qingniao. He was very curious about what Li Chengyuan would say about him.

Under everyone's curious gaze, Qingniao took out the letter, unfolded it, looked at Fan Xian, and said with slight surprise, "Your Highness has written you a poem in reply!"

!!!

What.....what does it mean?

Everyone was a little shocked!

The carrier pigeon just flew back, and in less than a quarter of an hour, His Majesty the Third Prince already had a new work?

And it’s a response to Fan Xian’s new poem?

Are you sure it's not a joke?

Doesn’t Your Highness the Third Prince need to think when writing poetry?

Fan Xian was also extremely surprised and asked, "What did the Third Prince say in reply?"

After reading it once, Qingniao's eyes flashed with surprise and admiration, and then she gave the letter to Fan Xian.

"See for yourself!"

Fan Xian took the letter and read aloud softly, "Young people do not know the taste of sorrow, they love the upper floors. They love the upper floors, and force themselves to express sorrow in order to compose new poems."

"puff!"

As soon as Fan Xian finished reading the first verse, Guo Baokun couldn't help laughing and said, "Your Highness is mocking Fan Xian. Listen, young people don't know the taste of sorrow, so they force themselves to feel sorrow in order to compose new poems! Isn't this just saying that Fan Xian is just imagining things at such a young age?"

I guess the Third Prince also suspects that this poem wasn't written by Fan Xian, but he just hasn't said it out loud!"

When this was said, many people felt that it made sense.

Fan Xian frowned, said nothing, and continued reading.

"Now I know the taste of sorrow, I want to say it but I can't. I want to say it but I can't, so I say the cool weather is a good autumn."

"It's a nice autumn with cool weather?" Fan Ruoruo was stunned for a moment, then suddenly said happily: "I know, the Third Prince is not mocking my brother at all, but lamenting that my brother is sentimental!

Look at the second half of the poem written by the Third Prince. Now I know the taste of sorrow, but I still say that the cool weather makes autumn a great season!

Isn't this just echoing what my brother said about being a guest in a vast land, feeling the sorrow of autumn?

What the Third Prince meant is that if young people don’t understand the feeling of sorrow, they will force themselves to express sorrow in order to compose new poems!

But if a young person is sentimental, he will want to express his sorrow but will not say it, but will say "it's a nice autumn with cool weather"!

Just like the poem "Climbing the High Mountain" written by my brother, there is not a single word of sorrow in the whole poem, but it expresses the eternal sorrow!

The sentence "I am often a guest in a distant place in the sad autumn" is enough to express all the sorrow in my heart!

The Third Prince is expressing his admiration for my brother's youthful state of mind. They are truly sympathetic to each other!"

"That makes sense!" Fan Ruoruo's words immediately made many people agree.

What Fan Ruoruo said makes sense.

This poem and this word do correspond to each other.

What's more, with the Third Prince's broad mind, why would he deliberately write a poem to mock his opponent?

If the Third Prince was so stingy, he would never have competed in poetry with Fan Xian!

Everyone was amazed that in this poetry reading, three poems were written every day, and they corresponded to each other.

This poetry gathering will surely be passed down through the ages and will surely be talked about by countless literati in the future.

However, Guo Baokun and He Zongwei were a little anxious.

What they want to see is a life-and-death fight between the Third Prince and Fan Xian, not a mutual sympathy.

So Guo Baokun immediately said: "Miss Ruoruo, this is all your one-sided statement, the Third Prince must not mean this.

He must be mocking Fan Xian.

Anyway, I certainly don't believe it. Looking at Fan Xian's current smug look, does he understand what eternal sorrow is?

Anyway, I just suspect that Fan Xian's poems were copied!"

"Yes, I think so too!" He Zongwei echoed.

Immediately afterwards, many people followed suit and all supported Guo Baokun.

However, Fan Ruoruo also has many supporters.

The two sides immediately started arguing.

Everyone has their own opinion, each one thinks he is right!

A good poetry reading turned into a vegetable market in an instant.

Fortunately, Li Hongcheng spoke at this time.

"Everyone, please be quiet!"

Li Hongcheng has high prestige. As soon as he opened his mouth, everyone fell silent.

Glancing around, Li Hongcheng said, "Everyone, today is a poetry competition, so let's not talk about other things.

The most important thing now is to determine the winner.

Brother Fan had already admitted defeat just now, but now the Third Prince has composed a second poem in a very short time.

Brother Fan.... 々.”

As Li Hongcheng spoke, he looked at Fan Xian and asked, "Do you want to compete again?"

"No need!" Fan Xian shook his head and said, "We agreed to compete in one song. Loser is loser! I truly admire the Third Prince's talent. Today, I lose!"

After Fan Xian finished speaking, he turned to look at Qingniao and asked, "Miss Qingniao, now that I've lost, I'll keep my word and fulfill the bet. May I ask what the Third Prince wants to take from me?"

The bluebird replied softly, "His Highness said he hasn't made up his mind yet. Once he does, he'll send someone to look for you!"

"Okay! Then I'll be waiting for Your Highness at the Fan Mansion anytime!" Fan Xian bowed, then suddenly raised "The Ugly Slave: Youth Does Not Know the Taste of Sorrow" in his hand and asked, "Oh, by the way, Your Highness, I really like this poem. Can you give it to me?"

The bluebird nodded and said, "This is the poem that His Highness wrote for Master Fan. It naturally belongs to Master Fan!"

"Thank you!" Fan Xian smiled slightly, carefully put away the letter, and then turned to ask Li Hongcheng, "Your Highness, where is the toilet?"

"Backyard!" Li Hongcheng said immediately.

"Where?"

"here!"

Fan Xian nodded and walked over.

Before leaving, he also told Teng Zijing, "Take good care of my sister!"

Teng Zijing responded!

The other people in the hall looked at Fan Xian with envy and passion in their eyes.

That is the original manuscript of the Third Prince’s handwritten poem!

The kind with a signature!