Su Shi's "Jinshan Temple" is a masterpiece of palindromic poetry, although it is not as well-known as most of his poems, but it still has a high status in the professional field. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The level of development of poetry in this world is far inferior to that of the world that Li Yi is familiar with, because of the particularity of this poem, the shock it causes is even more than those top works.

Not lyrical or ambitious, purely to show off skills, not to bite me?

Zhao Xiuwen saw this, so he simply admitted defeat to avoid wasting time.

Of course, he can write an excellent poem that is not inferior to it, but if he wants to write a kind of poem that is all poems when read backwards and backwards, and the artistic conception is not bad, it is not possible to complete it in a short time, and he is not even sure if he can write it.

If this poem is really from the young man opposite, then the other party's control of words has already been perfected, reaching a very terrifying level.

Emperor Jing's expression was calm, and he sat on the dragon chair, giving people a feeling that everything was under control.

The hundred officials were determined in their hearts, His Majesty was really His Majesty, and he temporarily replaced Wei Siye, which turned out to be a plan for a long time.

The third prince of Qi patted Zhao Xiuwen on the shoulder and comforted: "I never thought that Li Xianzi was young and had such a deep attainment in poetry and literature, you can do your best, and you don't need to care too much about winning or losing." ”

"I'm happy to have an interesting opponent." Zhao Xiuwen smiled, as if he didn't care at all.

At this time, the two eunuchs had already lit the incense of the two of them, and the three princes of Qi drew the first stick, and the second one was naturally the turn of Jingguo.

Shen Xiang took out a random pick from the bamboo tube, and after glancing at it, he looked at the two of them and said, "Dragon Boat Festival." ”

It's not that difficult to write poems about festivals, and there are countless outflows every year, but because they are so common, it can be extremely difficult to stand out from them.

The atmosphere in the hall was quiet, the hundred officials held their breath, trying not to make a sound, Zhao Xiuwen closed his eyes again, he had already investigated the officials in the court, when this person wrote poetry, he liked to close his eyes and meditate, when he opened his eyes, it was the time when the poem was completed.

Because the hall was so quiet, the sound of abrupt footsteps was particularly clear.

Everyone watched Li Xianzi walk to the table, pick up the pen and write, and the expression on his face couldn't help but freeze again.

From Shen Xiang's announcement of the topic to his walking to the table, it was only a few breaths, and in such a short period of time, he had actually come up with a poem?

No matter how high his attainments in poetry are, it is impossible not to think about it!

The hundred officials had a strange face, and secretly sighed in their hearts, even if His Majesty really made arrangements, this Li Xianzi should pretend to be a little more like, such clumsy acting skills, even they can't be fooled, let alone the people of Qi Guo, Your Majesty really found the wrong person this time, which one of the hundred officials is not more similar than Li Xianzi's acting?

Under the attention of everyone, after a while, Li Yi put down his pen and said silently in his heart: "Mr. Dongpo, borrow your poems again, please don't mind ......"

The eunuch immediately hung up the paper again, which had not yet dried.

When Baiguan looked over this time, he had two completely different expressions from just now.

Unlike the previous poem, this poem is not deliberately tricky, and both the content and form are recognized by countless people as the mainstream.

"Huanxi Sha, Dragon Boat Festival."

"Light sweat is slightly transparent, and the Dragon Boat Festival of the Ming Dynasty bathed in Fanglan. The fragrance is full of clear rivers.

The colored thread is lightly wrapped around the red jade arm, and the small charm hangs obliquely on the green cloud mustache. The beauties have met for a thousand years. ”

In just a few lines of poetry, not only the folk customs of the Dragon Boat Festival are vividly displayed, but the last sentence is the finishing touch, the beauty has seen each other for a thousand years, this is the longest and most true promise, right?

I just don't know who this beautiful woman is, could it be his wife?

Zhao Xiuwen didn't know when he had opened his eyes, he didn't immediately pick up the pen and start writing, but walked over and arched his hand to Li Yi, and asked, "Under Zhao Xiuwen, I don't know your Excellency's name?" ”

The officials were surprised, at this moment, this Zhao Xiuwen doesn't write poems, what is it like to come over?

"Li Yi." Li Yi arched his hand, and said in his heart, you should write quickly, after you finish writing, hurry up and end this boring competition, and if you continue to compare like this, the coffin board of the Dongpo monk will almost be unable to be suppressed.

"Sure enough, Li Xianzi, Li Yi, I should have known ......"

Zhao Xiuwen's face was not a little surprised, sighed, took out a thin book from his sleeve, and said: "Zhao thought that among the younger generation, poetry was unmatched, until he passed through Gui Guo'an Mansion and bought this copy of "Bright Moon Collection" in the downtown area, I knew how stupid it was to sit in the well and watch the sky, since then, Zhao often felt agitated because of reading Brother Li's poems, and couldn't sleep all night, thinking that the real poet fairy was nothing more than that, he wanted to make friends with Brother Li, but he never got his wish, I didn't expect to meet on such an occasion, It's really a ...... to make people."

Zhao Xiuwen said this, and the officials who listened to it were dumbfounded.

Even if the other party is a Qi person, but there is no one in the hundred officials who does not recognize his poetic talent, and frustrates the poet ghost Wang Zhong, how many Jingguo talents have lost to him, but such a person uses "sitting in a well and watching the sky" to describe himself, how much praise is this for Li Xianzi?

Every word he said was boasting about Li Xianzi, and he didn't hesitate to use words, and what he meant outside of his words was ---- in this competition, he admitted defeat?

In this way, Jingguo lost one game and won another, although it was a temporary draw, but it gave them a chance to take a breath, which is of great significance.

"I'm not as good as you." Zhao Xiuwen looked at Li Yi and said seriously.

The envoys of the Qi State had gloomy faces, and one of them was about to speak, but after being glanced at by the third prince, he swallowed back what he was about to say.

Li Yi was also surprised in his heart, Zhao Xiuwen said such a thing in front of the envoys of the Qi State and the hundred officials of the Jing State, which greatly surprised him.

Is this meeting a fan?

He had to admit that whether it was the third prince of Qi or the one in front of him, even if the camps were different, it was difficult for him to have the slightest ill feeling towards the two of them in his heart.

"Concession." Li Yi gave up again.

The third prince of Qi nodded to Li Yi, and then raised his head and said, "Your Majesty, in this competition, we lost. ”

From beginning to end, he didn't ask Zhao Xiuwen a word.

As the words of the three princes of Qi fell, there was an uproar in the court.

No one would have thought that this poetry competition would be such a result.

There was no judgment, no argument, Li Xianzi was neat, Zhao Xiuwen conceded defeat twice, and it was so simple and easy to win.

At a time when the people's morale is low, this victory is undoubtedly an exciting thing, and the face of the imperial court has finally been saved.

After a while, hundreds of officials walked out of the hall one after another, and at the same time, news spread from the palace gate.