Chapter 72 Listening to the Emperor of the Window Root
This is a bit embarrassing. It is really rude to squirt in front of you. Fortunately, Li Feng moved faster and hurriedly covered his mouth and nose with his sleeves. Otherwise, a piece of mutton would probably be sprayed on the face of the Puyang little princess opposite.
Li Feng shook a small piece of mutton out of his sleeve and fell onto the table, but his old face turned slightly red.
When the little princess Puyang opposite saw this scene, she couldn't feel a smile. When she smiled, she showed her gap incisors. At this age, she was changing teeth. The little princess then remembered and hurriedly covered it with her hands.
Li Feng apologized repeatedly, mainly because of the name Yang Huaer. To a modern person, he was too likely to think of it.
In fact, the word "water-like" poplar flower was first seen in Dream of Red Mansions, which happened in the Qing Dynasty. People nowadays do not think that poplar flower is a derogatory term.
However, Li Feng thought that although this little princess of Puyang is now a royal daughter, her father is unreliable. She found her husband and gave birth to a son, and her son died unjustly. This fate is actually tragic enough. Isn’t it just the wandering and helpless Yanghua who cannot dominate her own destiny?
Thinking in my mind, I chanted it out without realizing it: "The flower of flowers can only float with the wind, without roots and support, without help, without any help, without any trace. This name is very inappropriate-"
It was not until the shoes on his feet were stepped on by Yang Xuangan beside him that Li Feng woke up. Looking around, he saw that the officials from the Eastern Palace looked at him with strange eyes: How could you, a commoner, be able to judge the royal affairs in person?
In fact, Li Feng just lamented that the history of Concubine Yang was drifting in life, like a helpless flower, and was inspired. He was a modern person in his bones and did not have so many taboos, so he just said bald.
The little princess who was just smiling, her smile quickly disappeared. She blinked her big eyes, her long eyelashes flashed a few times, and seemed to start thinking about her name.
At this time, Empress Xiao suddenly spoke, "I heard that the Li family's young man is very talented, and what he said is very reasonable. Huaer - Puyang, has not yet thanked Mr. Feng."
The little princess was still very obedient. She took the wine pot handed over by the palace maid and filled Li Feng with it. When she was pouring wine, the two were close to each other. Li Feng heard a low voice: "Mr. Feng, in your opinion, what's the name?"
This is a bit of a stimulus. He is the daughter of contemporary emperor Yang Guang and the concubine of the next generation of emperor Li Shimin. Can you, a common man, manage it?
Who told you to be owed? Li Feng was about to speak, but the little princess was already filling up the wine. The distance between the two of them was widened again. When he spoke again, he would definitely be heard by the people around him.
So Li Feng could only hold the glass in both hands and then took a small sip. When he put down the glass, he made a very hidden gesture.
The little princess opposite nodded, and a smile appeared in her eyes again: "Although Puyang lives in the deep palace, she has also heard of Mr. Feng's reputation. Whether it is the goose poem written by the age of seven or the gold-carved clothes in the wine shop, they are all very wonderful. Puyang has always liked poetry and prose, so I wonder if I can ask Mr. Feng for advice?"
It can be seen that this is indeed a young woman with a literary atmosphere - a girl.
However, Li Feng knew that his poems were all captured from later poets. If you asked him to teach others to write poems, it would be no different from asking Yu Biao.
Looking at the little princess' clear and expectant gaze, can Li Feng refuse?
Li Feng suddenly felt a sudden movement in his heart. Now, the era of the most prosperous poetry has not yet arrived, so most poets are still exploring. So, he can still do some popularization work on his shoulders on the shoulders of countless great poets in history.
So he nodded slightly: "I dare not take the word "teaching" and I will talk about my feelings. Poetry is ever-changing, but there are roughly three types. One is to enter the emotions from the scenery, and all the words in the scenery are emotions. The second is to express the will of things, and the third is to convey the things to the truth. For example, this small poem: The bright moonlight in front of the bed is suspected to be frost on the ground. Looking up at the bright moon, looking down at the hometown-
The little princess of Puyang closed her eyes and quietly experienced it. The people around her also listened quietly. After all, Mr. Feng is so famous now. It is rare to have such an opportunity to listen to experts on the arguments.
Take a look at the poem given by Li Feng, which is simple and straightforward. No matter who it is, you can quickly enter this artistic conception, as if you can write this kind of poem.
In the last sentence, the homesickness arises naturally, and I feel that the description of the scene before and the lyricism behind it are connected as if it is natural. Even a mature and polite person like Su Wei nodded repeatedly and admired him.
Puyang suddenly opened his eyes: "Young Master Feng, I seem to understand a little!" He was very surprised in his tone.
Li Feng also smiled and nodded. He absolutely, this little princess is still very spiritual, and you can tell from her eyes that she really understands it.
So he continued: "The second is to express one's aspirations through objects, and the third is to chant objects and describe principles. Both can be used as poems. A few days ago, in order to teach my younger sister to write poems, I compiled a book of vocal enlightenment, which is most suitable for beginners. For example, a few of them: clouds face rain, snow face wind, and evening shine against clear sky..."
Everyone was surprised: It turns out that writing poetry is still possible. Isn’t it said that even a mediocre person can write poetry as long as he is familiar with the rhythm of the sound?
Wonderful, Wonderful - Many people can no longer suppress the excitement in their hearts and can't help but want to dance. However, in this occasion, the queen cannot be presumptuous.
But just as I heard it, Li Feng stopped abruptly: "A few days later, I will ask someone to send the book "Speech Enlightenment to the palace, and the princess can study it on her own."
Alas—A few low laments sounded in the hall. This feeling was like being halfway through good things, suddenly being disturbed by someone, unable to get up or down, and it was so uncomfortable.
"Thank you, Mr. Feng." The little princess Puyang's face was also full of joy. Of course, she could hear the wonders of this rhythm enlightenment, which was suitable for beginners like her.
And she was really envious, not her envy, but her sister: She had the Three Character Classic first, and now she has a book of rhythm enlightenment. Being Feng’s sister must be very happy, right?
Thinking of this, I glanced at the second emperor brother who was drinking not far away, and I felt disappointed again: It was the prince's brother who was kind to me, but unfortunately, the prince's brother's affairs are too complicated-
Li Feng finally covered up this difficult thing, and prepared to summarize it in the end: "The enlightenment of sound and rhythm is only suitable for students to enlighten. After getting started, he will rely on his own experience and talent. The princess is talented and will definitely succeed in learning."
"However, those who have accomplished great things in ancient and modern times must go through three realms. 'Last night the west wind withered the green trees, went up the tall buildings alone, looking at the road to the end of the world', this is the first realm; 'I will never regret the laziness of my clothes, and I will become haggard for her,', this is the second realm; 'I searched for him thousands of times, and when I turned around, I suddenly saw that the man was in the dim light', this is the third realm."
Everyone in the hall was listening quietly, savoring silently, and deeply immersed in the three realms described by Li Feng, each with some insights.
Princess Puyang is still young, so of course she cannot fully understand it. She just silently remembers these things in her heart and leaves them for later savoring them.
However, Queen Xiao, because of her rich life experience, could vaguely understand the three realms mentioned by Li Feng. But knowing that it is one thing, and whether it can be done is another. In the end, she only sighed in her heart: This young man is a great talent!
The people in the hall didn't know that at this moment, outside the hall, there were people standing under the window and listening quietly. Behind them, there were a large group of eunuchs and palace maids, one by one, and they didn't dare to come out, for fear of disturbing the emperor's elegant pleasure.
That's right, this person is Yang Guang. After all, he was worried about the prince's illness, so he came to visit him in person, and then moved to Empress Xiao. Before the eunuch could announce it, Yang Guang heard someone discussing poetry in the hall, so he stopped.
He didn't mean to eavesdrop, but just wanted to listen to the people inside first, and then he went in and refuted the other party to make fun of it.
Chapter completed!