Chapter 365 Hundred Poems of Poems and Chrysanthemums
When Rong Su and his father Rong Jinghou were in Wanzhou, they were often tossed and tossed. At this time, they also had the mentality of "gloating and retaliating with a tooth for a tooth".
Baicaoshi picked up a Hangbai chrysanthemum from the ground, blew it gently, and expressed his sadness, saying: "When I was young, I turned over the book and saw a sentence, 'Drinking the magnolia in the morning is like falling dew, and eating the autumn chrysanthemum in the evening. Luoying'. I think the artistic conception is really beautiful. What do you think?"
She paused and looked at everyone.
People in the field looked at each other, and someone swallowed saliva in their throats, "No... I haven't heard of it."
Baicao Poetry Smile, it is strange to hear it, this poem was written by the great writer Qu Yuan. "People in Dayan drink chrysanthemum wine and taste chrysanthemum tea in autumn. They call it a beautiful day and a pleasure to enjoy. If you don't pick chrysanthemums, where can you get chrysanthemum wine and chrysanthemum tea? Could it be that the poems and wines of the sages all followed their chrysanthemums?" Wither away?"
"I understand the mind of chrysanthemums, and use another form to extend their life, turning them into nectar on people's lips and fragrance between teeth, what's wrong?"
She is like a storyteller, with a gentle breeze, she speaks eloquently, and her voice is so eloquent that it makes people speechless for a while.
The eighth princess, Ying Zheyun, twisted her fingertips and snorted coldly, "Whose teeth will remain fragrant? What does that have to do with us?"
Baicaoshi really didn't know when she offended the eighth princess and why she was so aggressive. Lifting her finger, she swiped across the crowd and clicked a few times. "You heard with your own ears that the eldest princess asked me to fold chrysanthemums, but no one said anything about it. And the chrysanthemum wine I brewed, the chrysanthemum wine I made is not just for my own entertainment, but also sent to Changle Palace and Princess Mansion, why, Are you all forgotten now?"
The person she pointed to was blushing and silent.
"The chrysanthemum is dirty, how to make tea and wine?" Baicaoshi asked.
There was a clapping sound, it was Xu Ruoran from Yanjing Shuangshu.
"You're right. Rather than watching the chrysanthemums fall, it's better to make the best use of them. But not everyone is qualified to pick the chrysanthemums in the chrysanthemum garden." She looked at the Liushang Pavilion, "Flowing the chrysanthemums, there are chrysanthemums in the belly." Chrysanthemums can only be picked by those who are poetic and bookish. Coincidentally, there is also a poem in your name. If you can recite poems that we all think are good, then you can pick chrysanthemums here as you like, and no one will stop you. "
Several noble ladies praised Xu Ruoran, some even showed a mocking look.
As the saying goes, text has no fixed form, and water has no permanent form. Even if Baicao Poetry has made a poem, they can still deprive Baicao Poetry of its qualifications because they cannot resonate, and Baicao Poetry is speechless.
"Are you serious?"
Everyone nodded.
Unexpectedly, Baicaoshi hooked her lips and said calmly: "I don't have any other requirements. If you think my poems are acceptable, I have one condition."
She used "song" instead of "zuo", which means she does not want to deceive the world and steal her name. The vulgar stalks of time travel novels will still fall on her after all. But at this time, she doesn't mind borrowing the wisdom of the ancients to ask for an explanation.
"Tell me." Xu Ruoran said.
Baicaoshi pointed to the basket and the broken chrysanthemum on the ground, "I just ask that the person who knocked down the basket should sincerely say sorry to me."
This request is not too much. Of course, the most important thing is that several people have just learned about the background of Baicao Poetry through Princess Qi, and feel that she, a little village girl, cannot make good poems.
Baicaoshi cleared her throat, her eyes fell on Princess Qi, her red lips parted lightly: "It's not that I prefer chrysanthemums among flowers, there are no flowers when all these flowers bloom."
This is the "chrysanthemum" of Yuan Zhen in Tang Dynasty.
Everyone was stunned, the chrysanthemums bloom in autumn, after the failure, there are no flowers?
This, this, this, it is very good.
Herbal Poetry did not stop, the lips fluttered, and another sentence blurted out, "It's better to get drunk before the venerable, and don't lose the yellow stamen of Dongli chrysanthemum."
This is what Baicao Poetry read in the poetry books in order to experience the ancient method of brewing chrysanthemum wine in modern times. "Chrysanthemum" from Li Qingzhao.
Everyone was so shocked that they felt that the chrysanthemum wine was even sweeter.
A petal of the remnant chrysanthemum is torn off, and it floats down. Baicao's poem continued: "Take the pot to drink the clouds, and the chrysanthemum will flourish in the cold."
This is Li Bai's "Chrysanthemum".
It's not over yet.
"Bamboo leaves have no part in people, and chrysanthemums do not need to bloom from now on."
"The garden is full of chrysanthemums and tulips, and there are solitary clumps in the middle that look like frost."
This is Bai Juyi's "Chrysanthemum".
"Dark and pale purple, melting and smelting yellow."
This is Li Shangyin's "Chrysanthemum".
Without waiting for everyone's response, Baicao Poetry continued: "There are lingering fragrances on the pedicles and indifferent gold, but no whole branches and green leaves."
This is Cao Xueqin's "chrysanthemum".
The poems about chrysanthemums come from the mouth, and the lotus blossoms on the tongue are probably not as good as the poems on hundreds of herbs at this time.
The gazes of the crowd began to count from dumbfounded, how many poems they drank among the hundreds of cursive poems.
Fifty-nine, sixty, sixty-one...
"When autumn comes and September 8th, my flowers will bloom and then the flowers will kill. Chang'an is full of fragrant fragrance, and the whole city is full of golden armor."
This is the last poem about chrysanthemum in Ode to Baicao. Because of the Huangchao uprising, this poem is written with arrogance and arrogance, just 28 characters, and the meaning of gold and iron horse is penetrating.
Everyone seemed to have experienced a military conquest.
Then, she inspected everyone with her eyes.
"Am I qualified to pick chrysanthemums?"
Loudly.
Ding Xiang burst into tears. Suddenly fortunately, she chose again.
There was a clicking sound, that was the sound of the jaw returning.
Xu Ruoran was the first to speak. "Today, you are the owner of the Chrysanthemum Garden. If someone makes things difficult for you again, I will ask her to go to Zhenbei Prince's Mansion to practice martial arts."
Rong Su was speechless, bowed and saluted Baicaoshi, then took off his robe, turned and left.
Baicaoshi looked at Princess Qi.
Princess Qi's face turned a liver-colored color, she pursed her lips, "I'm right..."
Suddenly the sound of horseshoes was heard, and two horses came walking not far away, one in front and one behind. People on horseback are all handsome and unrestrained, especially the one riding a yellow puma in the front. It is rare for someone to be so handsome without riding a white horse and a black horse.
Young lady Yanjing is well-informed, but she can't take her eyes off her.
"Who is that? It's really Long Zhang Fengzi."
"I know the one in the back. It's the son-in-law, the eldest princess's son-in-law."
"It's the newly appointed Minister of Honglu Temple, why did the Minister of Honglu Temple come with the consort?"
"Fifth... Fifth Prince? It turns out that rumors..."
There was a lot of noise, the ladies of Yanjing were whispering, and there were endless speculations about these two men.
"Is the eldest princess here?" asked the court consort.
Xu Ruoran stepped forward and replied bluntly: "The eldest princess left the table at halftime and didn't come back. Maybe she has something important to do."
The son-in-law bowed his hands to Zhe Yu, "You are very good at riding, and I will compete with you again when I have the opportunity."
After Zhe Yu replied "Yes", he dismounted and walked to Baicaoshi. "I just finished, and I'm here to pick you up."
Baicaoshi blinked, her nose pantothenic. The shocking sight at the small gate of Qianming Academy, the life-and-death struggle in the rockery, and the wits of those who have just dealt with these forces have turned into peace of mind at this moment.
Ding Xiang knelt down and blamed herself: "Ding Xiang is incompetent, and someone stepped on the chrysanthemum picked by Ding Xiang and his wife."
(end of this chapter)