Chapter 119: The best poetry gathering in the world! Kill like crazy! (13)

Zhan Doudou had a smile on his face, wanting to see how Li Changan would answer this difficult question.

When the beautiful woman asked him whether he wanted to go up, Li Changan answered without hesitation.

"let me try!"

Zhan Doudou then revealed a satisfied smile, and the scholars below the steps began to whisper to each other.

"So it turns out that he was just pretending to be wild, he is still afraid of your majesty!"

"If Li Changan dares to say no, this will immediately reach Emperor Qing's ears!"

"I refused to board the ship when the emperor called me. You sound arrogant, but you are not brave enough."

Just as the scholars were discussing, Li Changan suddenly said something.

"Because you are not the Son of Heaven!"

It’s so shocking that it won’t stop until you die!
When these words came out, even Zhuang Mohan was shocked!

Saying to the emperor's face that he is not the Son of Heaven is even more outrageous than the previous poem!

At the foot of the stairs, some Northern Qi scholars could no longer bear it.

"Li Changan, what are you talking about!"

"How can I, His Majesty the Emperor of Great Qi, not be the Son of Heaven?"

Zhan Doudou took a few deep breaths. She felt that Li Changan put a lot of pressure on her.

Since she ascended the throne, she had never encountered such a direct provocation.

"Oh? How come I am not the emperor?"

Li Changan said expressionlessly, "You just said that you are not here as the emperor."

"You are sitting here today, but you are just my brother-in-law."

Hearing Li Changan's words, Zhan Doudou suddenly smiled in relief.

"Li Changan, you are really sharp-tongued!"

Zhuang Mohan couldn't help wiping the sweat from his forehead. This little brother was really scary.

After hearing this, the scholars who attended the poetry meeting calmed down and began to ponder Li Changan's poems.

Just these few sentences are very different from Li Changan's previous style.

Everyone knows that Li Changan, the Prince Yong of Nanqing, is good at romance and moaning without reason.

Just this first poem today is enough to make people take notice!

Zhan Doudou curled up the corner of her mouth into a faint smile and recited Li Changan's poem again.

"If any scholar in this dynasty wrote this poem, I would definitely fulfill his wish and make him never step into the court again for the rest of his life."

"His Royal Highness Prince Yong also said that one can produce a hundred poems per bowl, and today's poetry gathering will have exactly a hundred scholars."

"Why don't we change the rules? After each scholar presents a question, no matter who else can come up with a poem, you, Li Changan, must write one!"

"In this way, you can write exactly one hundred poems and fulfill your wish!"

Below the stairs, scholars from prominent families of Northern Qi immediately echoed their sentiments.

"Yes, since you said you would write a hundred poems, then show us how to do it. You are not just bragging!"

“No matter how quick your mind is, how can you write a hundred poems in one night?”

"Your Highness Prince Yong is a little too arrogant!"

At this time, Zhuang Mohan raised objections.

"Your Majesty, this rule is too much to ask!"

"In previous poetry gatherings, the most poems written were only five or six, but they were already enough to astonish people!"

"Asking His Royal Highness Prince Yong to write a hundred poems makes it seem like we, the Great Qi, are bullying others by taking advantage of our power."

Zhan Doudou also nodded and said, "Teacher is right, I took the words too literally.

After all, how can you take a drunk man's boasting seriously? "

Fan Xian listened to the heated discussions in the hall and couldn't help but worry about Li Changan.

Memorizing a hundred poems is not difficult, but God knows what kind of questions these people will come up with.

If someone comes up with a tricky and weird poem, I won’t know where to copy it.

Thinking of this, Fan Xian suddenly reacted.

Tonight's poetry reading is an opportunity to test whether Li Changan is a real time traveler.

He had this suspicion ever since he saw Li Changan composing a poem for Zhan Pianpian on the spot.

If Li Changan is the time traveler, then there may have been a substitute for Li Changan back then.

This was the guess he gradually came up with after working at the Inspection Institute for nearly a year.

Because when big shots travel, they will prepare a substitute to prevent being assassinated!
The words that Wu Zhu heard back then might have been said by someone close to Li Changan to Li Changan's stand-in.

Today's poetry reading can be said to be extremely tricky. If Li Changan can pass the test by copying a poem, it means that Li Changan himself is a time traveler.

Because, unless you have a vast amount of poetry in your head, there is no way you can get through today's difficulties.

The difficult problem that Zhan Doudou gave Li Changan just happened to create an opportunity for Li Changan to become famous.

Because Li Changan could not only copy poems, but also compose his own poems.

For a topic that is too strange, a poem of average quality will do the trick.

According to Li Changan’s plan, after participating in this poetry competition, he will be able to reach the top of the literature and art rankings!

In the past year, all rankings have entered the top ten. If one of them reaches the top, it should facilitate system settlement.

Li Changan's words about drinking a hundred poems were also intended to give Zhan Doudou an opportunity to talk about it.

"It's okay, come on."

Li Changan's expression was calm, but his voice was powerful.

Haitang Duoduo's eyelids couldn't help but twitch, she is really good at pretending!

You are more pretentious than a saint like me!

Zhuang Mohan was also stunned by Li Changan's confidence. Could there really be someone in the world with such quick wits?
Zhan Doudou was relieved, and a hint of anticipation appeared in her bright eyes.

Li Changan, are you really so magical!

The scholars below the stairs rubbed their hands and began to think about the questions.

Everyone saw the little emperor’s attitude, and his direction was very clear!
Who can stump Li Changan? This is more in line with your majesty's mind than writing a famous poem!
Dozens of Northern Qi scholars stared at Li Changan like wild beasts staring at fat meat.

Today is the day to become famous and win the favor of the emperor!

Seeing Li Changan's bold words, Zhuang Mohan really had expectations.

"Your Majesty, it's your turn to ask a question."

Zhan Doudou was not polite either. She looked at Li Changan with a smile, her eyes showing her feminine charm.

"Cough cough!"

Haitang coughed twice violently, and Zhan Doudou suddenly woke up as if from a dream, regaining his heroic spirit and coolness.

Li Changan was suspicious in his heart, wondering what kind of tricky and strange questions this little empress had prepared to make her so proud of herself.

Zhan Doudou said slowly, "The orioles are singing on the bank of the willows, and the moon is bright on a clear spring night."

After these ten words were spoken, he did not say another word.

After hearing these ten words, the scholars who were not well versed in poetry and prose were immediately confused and began to whisper to each other, not knowing what was going on.

Some people who are highly accomplished in poetry and prose are racking their brains but have absolutely no idea what to do.

Guo Baokun took the hangover medicine prepared by Bei Qi and was almost sober.

"Can this little emperor write poetry? Ten words strung together are nothing!"

Fan Xian's heart skipped a beat. This little emperor must have spent a lot of thought to find someone to design this topic.

This is a very tricky palindrome poem, which is a great test of poetry writing ability! The theme of these ten words is spring, and it contains a palindrome seven-character quatrain.

"The orioles are singing on the willow bank in the clear spring weather. The willows are singing on the clear spring night with the bright moon. The bright moon is singing on the clear spring night with the willows. The clear spring weather is singing on the willow bank."

After hearing Fan Xian finish reading, Guo Baokun was overwhelmed!

He couldn't even understand the title, let alone come up with such a complicated poem.

In this era, scholars who can write poetry are considered talented.

Especially in Nanqing, poetry has never developed to such a perverted level.

But Zhan Doudou was the emperor of Northern Qi, and he must have gathered all the talented people under his command to come up with such a question.

Zhuang Mohan chewed it over and over again, and couldn't help but smile bitterly.

The scholars below the rank can come up with any difficult questions, but the one who is the best at making things difficult is your Majesty.

The scholars below the stairs whispered to each other for a long time, and finally understood the meaning.

Everyone was thinking that if they could solve it before Li Changan, they would definitely become famous.

But almost everyone found that this question was too difficult!
"Your Majesty, do you want me to chant summer, sigh autumn, or recite winter?"

Hearing Li Changan's words, Zhan Doudou smiled slightly. She knew that this riddle would not be difficult for Li Changan.

But she still didn't believe that Li Changan could write another similar poem.

"Today is Shangsi, summer is not far away, Prince Yong will continue to chant about summer."

Everyone was stunned. Little Emperor Wing Chun, if you can come up with a song for Summer, Autumn or Winter, just solve the problem quickly. Why are you asking any more questions?

Could it be that you mean that you can’t solve it in summer, autumn or winter?
Li Changan didn't seem to think much and recited a poem.

"The fragrant lotus and clear water move in the cool breeze. The water moves in the cool breeze and the days and months are long. The long days and months are cool and the breeze moves the water. The cool breeze moves the water and the clear lotus is fragrant."

As soon as this sentence came out, the whole room fell silent!

The one hundred scholars in the front row and the four hundred scholars in the back row who were listening were all lost in thought.

Zhan Doudou repeated in a low voice, "The fragrant lotus and clear water move with the cool breeze, and the sun and moon are long."

With every word I read, there is more surprise, more disbelief, and more disbelief in my eyes!
How is this possible! It actually connected!

She sought out talented people who had been famous for many years, and they couldn't even finish the question they had finally come up with.

But Li Changan connected so easily!
Zhuang Mohan pondered for a while, but couldn't help laughing out loud, "The question is good, and the solution is even better!"

"Brother Changan, I am truly impressed by you!"

At this time, more than a dozen scholars from Nanqing standing at the steps couldn't help but cheer!

"Good! Great response!"

"As expected of a poet, his talent is like that of a god!"

"As expected of His Royal Highness Prince Yong!"

Zhan Doudou stared at Li Changan in a daze, and even though Haitang's throat had become dry from coughing, she kept her eyes fixed on him.

It was not until Li Changan turned his head and looked at her that Zhan Doudou turned away with a slightly red face.

"Li Changan solved my problem, and I am convinced."

Led by the little emperor, there was applause in the hall that lasted for a long time!
Fan Xian muttered to himself, I have never memorized this sentence, it is too perverted.

Zhan Doudou's problem was solved, and it was the next scholar's turn.

The Northern Qi scholar suddenly stuttered. No matter how cunning he was, he could never compare with the little emperor.

"Your Highness Prince Yong once wrote a poem about snow but didn't see any snow, only plum blossoms. I wonder if you can do the opposite and write a poem about plum blossoms but don't see any plum blossoms?"

Li Changan said casually, "With my white hair on my shoulders, I have the rouge from heaven. I ask where the spring of orchids and bamboos is, and the fragrance of my jade-like body and ice-cold skin comes to me."

Everyone was still savoring the memory, but Li Changan continued, "If you can't appreciate the poem, how about I give you another lyric?"

"Beside the broken bridge outside the post station, lonely flowers bloom without an owner... They are crushed into mud and dust, but the fragrance remains the same."

As soon as this famous poem comes out, the proud plum blossoms in the snow seem to be right in front of you, and their awe-inspiring pride is awe-inspiring!
Zhan Doudou felt her heart pounding. This poem was no longer as gentle and graceful as before. "Teacher! This poem has style!"

Zhuang Mohan's eyes wandered, as if his mind had drifted from late spring to cold winter!
"You have character! You have pride!"

While everyone in the hall was still savoring the famous piece, Li Changan's voice suddenly rang out.

"next."

The next scholar didn't think of making things difficult, because no question could be more difficult than Zhan Doudou's.

He picked up the wine bottle and drank it all in one gulp towards Li Changan, "Your Highness Prince Yong, please use the title of Golden Bottle!"

Li Changan drank a glass with him, then exclaimed, "What a good topic!"

“Don’t you see, the water of the long river comes from the sky, rushes to the sea and never comes back… When life is happy, you should enjoy it to the fullest, don’t let the golden cup face the moon in vain!

I was born with a talent that will be useful, and even if I lose all my money, I will get it back! Let's drink, don't stop! I will sing a song for you, please listen to me!

The five-flowered horse and the golden fur will be exchanged for fine wine, and I will sell the eternal sorrow with you! "

Heroic, free and easy, detached from the world, who in the past thousands of years can be like Li Bai!

The words "the water of a long river comes from the sky" make people seem to see the turbid waves rolling down!

The words "even if I spend all my money, I can get it back" made the scholars in the palace feel excited and full of heroic spirit!
Nuclear war cannot erase the ways of the world, but how can it erase the romance and passion that runs deep in Chinese poetry!
The next scholar pointed out the window and immediately said, "Bright moon!"

Li Changan continued to copy the quatrains of the immortal poet. This time, he did not have any scruples!

"This topic is too simple. I'll give you three quatrains from the immortal poets!"

"The moon shines brightly in front of the window, I wonder if it is frost on the ground..."

"A pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone without a companion. Raising the cup to invite the bright moon, my shadow and I become three people..."

"Those who left me, yesterday's day cannot be kept. Those who disturbed my heart, today's day is full of worries... We all have the desire to fly, to the blue sky to see the bright moon."

Behind Zhuang Mohan, three disciples wrote furiously, fearing that they would miss any details.

Zhan Doudou was completely immersed in the ocean of poetry. He was shocked by a quatrain and then stunned by the next famous piece.

The scholars in the hall were all stunned, their minds racing, trying to keep up with Li Changan's thinking.

In the entire hall, only Fan Xian and Haitang Duoduo had the lightest brain burden.

Guo Shao was no longer able to react and passed out again.

Fan Xian held his chin with one hand, feeling a myriad of emotions in his heart.

Kill like crazy! This is killing like crazy!
If it were him, he wouldn't dare to recite the poem like this unless he was drunk!

Haitang Duoduo looked at everyone in a daze and secretly ate the melon seeds in front of the little emperor.

"The poem may be good, at least it sounds catchy and exciting!"

Suddenly, Li Changan said something so powerful that Haitang was so scared that the melon seeds in her hand fell to the ground.

"Who else!"

This sound made the hall buzz!

At this time, a Northern Qi scholar's eyes flickered and he blurted out a word, "Fight!"

Seeing Li Changan's passionate poetry, the scholar began to have other thoughts.

It would be very interesting if Li Changan wrote poems about wars and battles and then sent them back to Nanqing.

Now even Northern Qi knows that Li Changan’s reputation and status have surpassed that of the crown prince.

Reciting stories about war and battles without permission would definitely offend Emperor Qing.

Zhuang Mohandu quickly reminded, "Prince Yong, be careful with your words, be careful with your words!"

Zhan Doudou was drinking by herself and was already a little drunk. She interrupted Zhuang Mohan and said, "Teacher, it's okay!"

"If Emperor Qing is suspicious of Prince Yong, I will definitely keep him in Da Qi!"

Li Changan looked at the Northern Qi scholar who was avoiding his gaze and said coldly, "He deserves death!"

But he immediately smiled calmly, "Of course, I am not afraid!"

(End of this chapter)