Chapter 51: Lotus with Exposed Horns

Shoukang Palace, front hall.

Emperor Qiyuan looked at the junior of the Lin family. Due to some special reasons, Emperor Qiyuan looked at the boy in front of him more or less differently, otherwise he would not have recruited him into the palace in one sentence and studied with the little prince he loved. Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, the former children have gradually grown up, and their eyebrows and eyes also show their heroic spirit. Seeing these, Emperor Qiyuan felt a little relieved.

The sound of the poem came to my ears, and Emperor Qiyuan listened intently. At the beginning, he felt a bit joking. When Lin Nan recited one by one, Emperor Qiyuan's thoughts gradually became serious. When the two lines "I kept talking about the wind and things, but I waited for the old wine to see the day" were finished, Emperor Qiyuan's eyes were completely different when he looked at the boy in front of him.

After Lin Nan finished reciting, he bowed and bowed, then put the ink paper back to the wound on the desk and retreated aside.

After a while, the crowd in the hall suddenly became turbulent. Except for Emperor Qiyuan, the rest of the people whispered and talked. Not only these princes and ministers, but also the crown prince Mingren and the fourth prince Mingzhi, also had strange eyes on Lin Nantou. Although Dingguo Duke Zhao Guang was not very familiar with poetry, he was still very happy and pulled Duke Qin to the river and spitted around, so he could not care whether Xianghe understood poetry or not...

In the Shoukang Palace, many people were present who knew poetry, and there were also many wise men, not to mention a few grand scholars next to them. Just now, the princes wrote poems, and these people were either amazed or appreciated. On the one hand, some princes did write good poems, but on the other hand, they just said perfunctory words due to their identity and face. But at this time, these people would not easily say praises. But no matter whether they were unwilling or not, when facing this poem, few people could say derogatory words.

Objectively speaking, Lin Nan's poem is not very outstanding, and even when you hear it, you will feel ordinary. Even if you have a little bit of a hero, it is just a young man's nature. But it is not the case later. Starting from the first sentence: progressing layer by layer, the more profound the artistic conception of the poem becomes, and the last sentence is even more implicit in the sky, which makes people surprised.

At the beginning, I asked the sky with a sword and a question of the heroes of all ages. The heroism grew, but then I changed the subject and said that the ancients had turned into loess and were accompanied by the green mountains. The previous heroism was slightly suppressed. The next two sentences, "The years passed by, and the rivers were slowly and slowly," even said that time flew away, and the years were growing old, which led to a helpless sigh in life. The last two sentences suddenly changed again, counting the romantic figures, and looking at the present day - expressing their feelings directly, feeling refreshed, and the heroism that was suppressed before was accumulated and made a lot of effort, making them look extraordinary!

On the other hand, compared with the previous princes, Lin Nan's poems and essays are also different. The poems of Prince Mingren can be compared to standing on the temple and looking down on the north, the poems of the second prince Mingyi can be compared to standing on the desert and looking north, the poems of the third prince Mingli are like looking for beauty in a garden, the poems of the fourth prince wise are like "Picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence, leisurely seeing the southern mountains", the poems of the sixteenth prince Mingde are like being guarded by the border, and Lin Nan's poems, looking at the two poems above and below, is more like standing on the bank of the long river of time, counting grains of dust and sand...

The beauty of poetry is not only in words, sentences, and translations, but also in the beauty of artistic conception.

But at this time, some people in the Shoukang Palace hall were not arguing about the artistic conception or not.

Lin Nan's poem is a masterpiece, but if you carefully examine the atmosphere and style of the whole poem, how can you see it not match the young man in front of you... "Loess and green mountains remember the ancient distance", "The years of continuous years are wasted", "The rivers are slowly and slowly", "The wind and things are talking about"... If you look at it seriously, this poem is not like a young man, but rather like an old guy who has experienced a long time. How old is Lin Nan? He is only fifteen years old, but why does the poem seem so vicissitudes?

Emperor Qi Yuan thought about it carefully and was also puzzled. Emperor Qi Yuan knew more about Lin Nan than most of the people present, because there were some things that others didn't know, but Emperor Qi Yuan knew. "Is it because the past has had such a deep impact on him? No... it's unlikely..." Emperor Qi Yuan shook his head, but was still a little confused.

On the other hand, several great scholars were also discussing this issue with each other. Someone had previously asked whether Lin Nan's poem was written by someone and had written a draft in advance. Great scholars Fan Xuan and Yang Zihe also agreed, because there were indeed such things, but Li Donglu shook his head and thought it was unlikely. But no one could say what the specific reason was...

Lin Nan stood by the crowd, watching the people around him talking enthusiastically, and was a little confused for a moment.

In fact, Lin Nan had never thought about the atmosphere or style at all. This poem was written purely temporarily. As early as when he lived in Changning Mansion, Lin Nan studied literature under Shen Xiu, so most of the writing style at that time was similar to Shen Xiu. Later, he left Shen Xiu and lived in the capital, although he did not become a disciple, he had a half-teacher relationship with Yang Xuan, the western palace in the mansion. Therefore, the later style was influenced by Yang Xuan.

Shen Xiu was young and vigorous, and often had cynical acts; on the contrary, Yang Xuan was a person who had been in the officialdom for a long time and was accustomed to the wind and clouds. Because of this, the first stanza of Lin Nan's poem was faintly filled with Shen Xiu's shadow—"The autumn wind was speechless, the moon was high, and the sword was high, and the heroes were playing the sword and chanting to the sky; where is the heroic place in the thousands of years now, and the loess and green mountains recall the ancient distance." The second stanza carried Yang Xuan's shadow, but the last stanza was Lin Nan's own words—"The continuous years passed by, the rivers were long and slow, and the waves were slowly; I whispered my fingers and talked about the wind and things, but waited for the old wine to see the present day."

In other words, this poem is composed of the thoughts of three people. Except for Lin Nan himself, no one in the Shoukang Palace hall knows the inside story at this moment, so it is inevitable that they cannot see through it...

After talking for a long time, Emperor Qiyuan looked at it almost the same and smiled at Grand Secretary Li Donglu. "What do Fengzhi think?"

Hearing the emperor's question, Li Donglu smiled and coughed, stood up and said, "Return to the emperor, this poem is quite heroic, but it contains a sense of vicissitudes in its heroic spirit. When it comes to the present, it has the style of a great masterpiece. I think... it is a rare masterpiece."

"Oh?" Emperor Qiyuan smiled and turned to look at Fan Xuan. Fan Xuan quickly stood up and said, "Your Majesty, the old minister agrees with what Lord Li said. But the old minister is a little confused. Haha, in fact, not only the old minister, but also the ones here are afraid of being a little surprised? If you don't look at Mr. Lin himself and only read his poems, who would have guessed that such a poem would come from such a young man?" As soon as Fan Xuan said this, he immediately won many people's consent.

Emperor Qiyuan laughed and waved his sleeves and said, "Haha, there are all people in the world, and there are old children, and there are young and old people. This is not surprising. Besides, the last sentence of this poem, "I just talk about the wind and things, but I wait for the old wine to see the present day." Although I am a little old, this kind of heroism is not something that old people can express!" After Emperor Qiyuan finished speaking, he turned his head and smiled at Lin Nan: "Today's poetry meeting, you can get praise from several scholars. You are very blessed, just like a lotus with a horn. The reputation is revealed. I am afraid that it will take ten days to thank the grand scholars?" Lin Nan hurried over to thank him.

Emperor Qiyuan ordered, "The person who came, the second-class guard Lin Nan had outstanding poetry and gave him a square of Dengzhou ancient inkstone, ten pieces of dianthus wolf hair, a box of pine-patterned ink, and three pieces of prickly cloud brocade to show his praise!"

After hearing what Emperor Qi Yuan said, Li Donglu was a little funny. What the emperor said was not Lin Nan, a companion in the palace, but Lin Nan, the second-class guard... It sounded a bit inappropriate. In my impression, it seemed that no guard had ever given the emperor a reward by relying on poetry...

This reward is common in the eyes of princes and ministers, and the princes don't care, but among the younger generation of princes, the weight is different. As soon as Emperor Qiyuan finished speaking, Lin Nan felt that the gaze that was shrouded in him increased several times. Without mentioning what Lin Nan felt, his uncle, Zhao Guang, felt quite good. He sat in his seat and raised his chest and back, looked around, and his voice also increased decibels, and he was quite proud of his nephew and grandson.

Duke Qin rolled his eyes at the river: "Hey, hey, I said why are you proud of? Ah? Isn't it just a poem..."

Zhao Guang raised his chin and squinted his eyes and said, "Hey--you're right, it's just a poem, hehe! Lao Xiang, who doesn't know who we have a relationship? To be honest, we have been competing for so many years, right? Hehe, when it comes to war, we are only half a dozen. But now I am better than you! You, the three generations of the Xiang family seem to be playing tricks? We already have literature... well... well... by the way, there are literary people! Haha!"

Xiang He heard the sound of anger and was so angry that the wine bowl hit the table with a slam. "No shame! Humph, I've been proud for a long time, don't forget that the other person is not surnamed Zhao!"

When Zhao Guang heard this, he looked down on his face, and then he showed his face again after a while. He looked at Xiang He and smiled: "Old boy, come on this trick, hehe, now I won't be able to use this trick! You can continue to be angry, haha!"

After a while, the poetry meeting continued. With Lin Nan as a brick to attract jade, the young men present were all holding up their energy, hoping that their work could surpass the past and win the favor of the emperor, and the adults praised it. But unexpectedly, even Li Donglu, who had always been kind and relaxed to his younger generation, shook his head slightly. Although there were occasional good sentences among them, in general, none of them surpassed Lin Nan's poems... In the end, although Emperor Qiyuan also rewarded them one after another, the atmosphere in the hall was obviously not as good as before.

It was getting late, and the red candle had changed twice, and the poetry meeting was coming to an end.

Emperor Qiyuan picked up the wine glass and said with a smile: "Today's Mid-Autumn Festival, I am very happy to congratulate you with my relatives. I have written poems to the moon, and many princes also comfort me. What is particularly valuable is that I have also seen many handsome men whispering ink, which shows that there are successors in my Great Construction Dynasty. Come and come, let us raise our glasses together to celebrate the reunion together!"
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