Chapter 915： Business exchange

Chapter 915 Business mutual blow

While everyone in King Jing's Mansion was dissing the Poetry Club at the Pergola of King Yu's Mansion, the servant who had just left hurriedly returned, holding a piece of rice paper with wet ink in his hand.

"Your Highness, Mr. Zhu Pingan next door has finally composed a poem. This is the first sentence he wrote." The excited servant came to King Jing, holding rice paper in both hands, and presented it to King Jing like a treasure.

King Jing had ordered his servants to pay more attention to the news about Zhu Ping’an in Yuwang’s mansion, so when the news came from Yuwang’s mansion, the servant rushed to report to King Jing regardless of the poems were not finished.

"Well, very good." King Jing nodded.

After the servant finished presenting the rice paper, he went away again. It is estimated that Zhu Ping's second line of poems will also come from Prince Yu's mansion, and he will present the lines written by Zhu Ping'an to His Highness as soon as possible.

King Jing picked up the rice paper, took a look at it, and said in surprise, "Eh?"

Qian Dongyang, Xu Pu, Li Dongtang and others who were next to King Jing couldn't help but tense up when they heard King Jing's surprised cry. Could it be that Zhu Ping'an's poems were written too well? ! Surprised His Highness? !

"Your Highness, it's better to be happy alone than to be happy alone, and we should appreciate the strange writing together..." Qian Dongyang cupped his hands to King Jing and said with a smile.

"Oh. Hehe, please take a look, my lord." King Jing smiled, and handed the rice paper in his hand to Qian Dongyang.

"Huh?" Qian Dongyang took the rice paper, only glanced at it, and just like King Jing just now, he let out a cry of surprise.

"Mr. Qian, what's the matter? What did Zhu Ping'an write in the first sentence?" Li Dongtang couldn't sit still on the chair, got up and asked curiously.

"Hehe, you can see for yourself." Qian Dongyang smiled slightly, and handed the rice paper in his hand to Li Dongtang.

"A pair of Xiangjiang jade look together..."

After Li Dongtang took the rice paper, he read the poems on the rice paper aloud. After reading, Li Dongtang muttered with a strange expression, "It's still Zhuangyuan Lang, isn't this sentence written in a very ordinary way?"

"Not really."

"Otherwise, how could His Highness and Mr. Qian be surprised?"

"It's full of talent, so sour..."

After listening to Zhu Pingan's first poem, everyone in King Jing's Mansion couldn't help but shook their heads. They agreed with Li Dongtang's comments, and felt that Zhu Pingan's poems were too ordinary, and he was really worthy of the title of champion.

"Your Highness, Zhu Ping'an, Mr. Zhu's second poem has arrived..."

When everyone criticized Zhu Ping'an's first line of poem, the servant came again holding rice paper and presented Zhu Ping'an's second line of poem to King Jing.

This time, King Jing was no longer surprised after reading it, and handed the rice paper to Qian Dongyang directly after reading it.

Qian Dongyang glanced at it, the corners of his mouth curled slightly downward, and handed it to Li Dongtang after reading it.

"The second concubine shed tears..."

Li Dongtang read this line out loud again, shook his head again after reading it, and said with a sneer, "Once Zhu Pingan's poem came out, the whole poem became more scholarly, sour, very sour, with no aura at all. ..."

"Hahaha…"

"From the world of appetite and food to the world of love between men and women, hehe, the number one scholar is really young and full of energy."

"Look at a pair of Xiangjiang jade together, and the poem that the second concubine once shed tears is all there is to it, so don't read it further."

Everyone in Prince Jing's Mansion burst into laughter, and spoke out to diss Zhu Ping'an.

"Your Highness, in my opinion, we don't have to wait for Zhu Ping'an's second half of his poems. His poems are only at this level. According to my statistics, there are six out of ten poems in the Yuwang Mansion next door, and almost everyone has one poem. Alright, I thought it was time to comment on the masterpieces." Tu Dade, the third-ranked official of Prince Jing's Mansion, stood up and cupped his hands to suggest.

The reason why Tu Dade said this is because King Jing said at the beginning of the poetry meeting that when selecting the best works today, the poems of the Pergola Poetry Club of Yuwangfu will also be included, and they will participate in the selection together with the poems of the Zuibai Poetry Club.

As for, if the poems of Prince Yu's Mansion are selected as excellent works and win the lottery, King Jing will ask people to send the lottery to King Yu's Mansion, and give it to the owner of the poem.

"Well, yes, Your Highness."

"The poems in Prince Yu's Mansion are basically complete. As for Zhu Ping'an's, I don't think we need to wait, haha."

"It makes sense. The poems of the Pergola Poetry Club are just like that. Any poem from our Poetry Club will be a top-notch work among them. I don't think there is any need to waste time waiting."

Tu Dade's proposal was unanimously approved by many people in King Jing's Mansion.

"Qian always beats people, Mr. Xu, what do you think?" King Jing looked to Qian Dongyang, Xu Pu and others for advice.

"It's hard to disobey the consensus, and it's not too late to comment while waiting." Qian Dongyang thought for a while and replied.

Xu Pu also nodded when he heard the words.

"Since that's the case, then we can comment while we wait." King Jing nodded.

Actually, the Poetry Fair has been going on until now, and there are singers singing poems. Everyone knows what good works will be in the Poetry Fair. However, according to the rules, pass on the poems on the table to everyone, comment and select.

"Throughout the ages, the waters of the Qinhuai River flowed eastward around the old capital. After the soldiers and horses in the south of the Yangtze River, Yu Lancheng was worried about killing Yu Lancheng! This poem by Mr. Wang chanting the Qinhuai River and reflecting on the past and present can be said to be one of the more outstanding works tonight."

Xu Pu picked up a poem, recited it softly, and commented and recommended it.

"Hehe, the old things in the Southern Dynasties are all about Wucheng, and the old country is full of emotions. The shadow of the willows goes with the chariot, and the Yanghua River becomes Your Highness Duckweed. This poem "Guangling" chanting history by Master Xu Puxu really attracts attention. One thinks deeply, although it is said that there is no first in writing, but in my opinion, Master Xu's "Guangling" is the best tonight, and it is well-deserved."

Xu Pu's voice fell behind, Qian Dongyang picked out Xu Pu's poems from the poems, stroked his beard and commented.

"Mr. Qian has won the award. How can my "Guangling" compare to "Niannujiao·Stone City" by my lord. My poems are slightly inferior to the poems of Mr. Wang just recited. How can it be compared with the old man's "Nian Nujiao·Stone City"." Xu Pu said, and recited Qian Dongyang's poems with emotion: "A thousand feet of hanging rocks, borrowing the European knife and Wu axe , cut into a city wall. Thousands of miles of golden city can't go back, and thousands of miles of torrents are gushing. Wang Junlou's boat is pointed directly at it, and the wind has never been moored. The bow of the boat is torched, and the iron chain is easily burned;

Now this spring is coming and autumn is coming, a river of mist and rain, thousands of points are conquered and plundered. It is called to make up the rise and fall of the Six Dynasties, and it is called to break the palace of Xiaoling. The mountains are desolate, the river is turbulent, and the tide beats the city. The fishing flute is played several times, and the reed flower wind blows. "

"Mr. Qian's work is not inferior to Su Zi's "Nostalgia for the Red Cliff". It recalls the present and recalls the past with a desolate style. .”

After Xu Pu finished reading, he highly praised Qian Dongyang's poems.

"where where."

Qian Dongyang shook his head modestly, but the smile on his face was very strong.

For a while, King Jing's Mansion entered the stage of mutual promotion of business.

(end of this chapter)