Chapter 7: Five-year-old poetry! Doubts from the Northern Qi delegation!

While Fan Jian was harassing him, Li Changan had already made his decision.

Copy poetry!

There are benefits to copying poems.

Taking advantage of the fact that there are no Tang and Song poems in this world, one can greatly improve the ranking of literature and art.

If you want to increase your influence in the world of Joy of Life, copying poems is a shortcut.

However, copying poems also has disadvantages.

First, he was too aggressive and Emperor Qing was wary of him.

Second, Fan Xian is still alive and he will discover his identity as a time traveler.

Li Changan also has his own considerations for these two disadvantages.

When I was young, I copied simple poems.

When I grow up, I will copy the romantic life, not the war and war, or the feeling of being unappreciated.

Poems about love, flowers, snow and the moon often reveal the author's character.

For example, copying the decadent poems written by Li Yu before the fall of his country.

Even if he is the reincarnation of Wenquxing, he cannot see the ambition of Li Changan.

As for Fan Xian, this is a complete paradox.

If it were an ordinary person's mentality, he would definitely worry that Fan Xian would discover that he was a time traveler, which would have adverse consequences.

But Li Changan has lived two lives as a human being and has the system, so he has already given it his all.

We are both time travelers, so why am I afraid of Fan Xian instead of Fan Xian being afraid of me?

Fan Xian's previous life was a myasthenia gravis patient, and he was very timid when he traveled through time.

If he knew that there was another time traveler in this world, Fan Xian would most likely conceal his identity as a time traveler.

The chosen one of the reincarnation heavens is not afraid of a mere son of a plane!
How could a modern generation born in the 2000s be afraid of an old man who was born more than a decade ago?

After all, this world belongs to the young!

"Goose, goose, goose."

Li Changan spoke each word clearly and rhythmically.

Fan Ruoruo stared at Li Changan with her bright eyes.

Fan Jian had a strange look on his face, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

"Your Highness, Ruoruo called the goose twice, and you called it three times?"

“Do you think this is poetry?”

Li Zhi also smiled and said, "Third brother, you need at least five words to write a poem!"

Liu Shuyan said nonchalantly, "Chang'an only started to learn at the age of six, how can he write poetry now?"

The scholars behind Fan Jian were all trying to hold back their laughter.

The third brother of Emperor Qing is indeed a playboy!
He actually openly asked Fan Jian to leave the one-year-old girl in Kyoto!
A five-year-old writing poetry?
What a joke!
Those of them who have been reading poetry for more than ten years couldn't compose a poem in a short time.

These ambitious scholars could not help but show contempt.

"Cuckoo!"

At this moment, the big white goose let out a crisp cry!

Li Changan then chanted, "Bend your neck and sing to the sky!"

As soon as these words came out, Fan Jian's face suddenly became solemn.

He glanced at Li Zhi, and Li Zhi's eyes were also full of surprise!

Obviously, neither of them expected that Li Changan could actually recite a poem.

Li Zhi whispered to Fan Jian, "A goose's cry, and the third brother said it so elegantly!"

There was a hint of excitement in Fan Jian's eyes!
If this poem is okay, take it directly to the party tomorrow night!
Several scholars who were watching were somewhat shocked!

One of the scholars couldn't help but pat his thigh.

"Ya! Too damn ya!"

"But... it doesn't seem right..."

Another scholar said, "Stupid, try adding two empty rules!"

The man before murmured, "Geese (dun) geese (dun) geese, singing with their necks bent to the sky!"

After reading it, he couldn't help but admire it.

"It's absolutely amazing! I can't write it!"

Everyone was startled, and the big white goose in the pond swam forward a few inches in fright.

Li Changan continued to copy the poem, "White hair floats on the green water, red palms push the clear waves!"

As soon as this sentence came out, everyone who understood poetry at the scene was shocked!
This poem written by a child prodigy in the previous life is definitely a masterpiece in this era when poetry is scarce!

Li Zhi repeated it several times, then excitedly picked up Li Changan.

"Old Third, you are amazing!"

"This poem is simple in its language, without any sense of being exaggerated or deliberate!"

"But the artistic conception is vivid and the talent is extraordinary!" Fan Jian jumped up excitedly, "That's great!"

"Finally one of the three poems is finished!"

Those scholars recited this poem over and over again, and the more they recited, the more frightened they became!
“It sounds simple, but it depicts the goose so vividly!”

"Your Highness has never learned complicated words, but he can write poems in a simple and natural way!"

"Prodigy! This is a prodigy!"

“If I learn fancy words in the future, I wonder what kind of quatrains I can write!”

Everyone was extremely excited, and Fan Ruoruo looked at the people around her curiously.

Although she was still immature, her favorability towards Li Changan increased by another twenty points.

Li Changan said, "Doctor Fan, Ruoruo can not go to Danzhou!"

Fan Jian was in a good mood and directly called himself brother-in-law.

Li Changan was holding Fan Ruoruo's hand, and he couldn't see anymore.

"Brother-in-law promised you that he would not go!"

"Ruoruo is so young, it's not suitable for her to travel long distances!"

After saying this, Li Zhi and Fan Jian hurried to the study with a few scholars.

There are two more poems waiting for them to finish writing!

Li Zhi said with some anticipation, "At the state banquet tomorrow night, you must present this poem, Third Brother!"

"Let Cui Shen, the Five-Word Great Wall, take a good look!"

"Isn't he a disciple of Master Zhuang Mohan? Let him see for himself!"

Fan Jian also said, "Right! Who said that people from Nanqing can't write poetry!"

"A few years ago, a poem by our Nan Qing received a comment of 'OK' from Cui Shen."

"That scholar who wrote the poem was directly selected by the Minister of Rites Guo Youzhi to join the Ministry of Rites!"

……

The next morning.

The Fan family's spy in the Inspection Office delivered "Ode to the Goose" to Emperor Qing's desk.

"Hey! The third one is good! The conception is simple and catchy!"

"It's obvious that this poem was written by a child, but it's better than that written by an adult!"

"As expected of my younger brother, you are gifted!"

"I must find a good teacher for the third child so that he can learn poetry!"

"My Daqing royal family may produce a great poet!"

As the sun set, snowflakes began to fall in Kyoto.

The people of Daqing went out to walk in the snow, feeling the freshness that only comes once every ten years or so.

The state banquet was in full swing in the Hall of Prayer for Good Harvests.

Emperor Qing sat at the top, and officials from Southern Qing and Northern Qi sat on both sides below.

Li Zhi's first two poems were completely defeated by the Northern Qi side.

Cui Shen, deputy envoy of Northern Qi, commented that the writing was “full of flowery language and extremely vulgar.”

It was not until Li Zhi took out "Ode to the Goose" that it immediately caused waves of exclamations.

Cui Hao was a scholar, not a bureaucrat.

His evaluation is also very objective.

“The words may seem simple and casual, but they are very appropriate.”

"The whole poem is so natural and vivid, it seems as if the goose is right in front of me!"

"Wonderful! Wonderful! Wonderful!"

“It’s a masterpiece!”

'Excellent work' is a much higher rating than the previous 'acceptable'!

At this time, the chief envoy of the Northern Qi delegation was unhappy.

This envoy was granted the title of Marquis of Changning. His name was Wei Bi and he was the younger brother of the Queen of Northern Qi.

"For so many years, where has your country produced any decent poetry?"

"Which scholar wrote this poem?"

"Why don't you come to the palace and let us see it!"

The implication is that he obviously does not believe that this poem could have been written by someone from Nanqing.

It was also common for people in Nanqing to buy poems from Northern Qi.

Emperor Qing also looked at Li Zhi with a look of deep doubt.

"Prince Jing!"

"Which scholar wrote this poem?"

(End of this chapter)