Carefree Prince In Tang Dynasty

Li Xin's voice is very clear and refreshing, and when he recites poems, his words are also correct and round, which makes people feel like a spring breeze. In addition, he was born fair, with eyebrows flying into the temples, and eyes like stars, and he looked even more handsome at this moment. Chen Youlan's heart trembled, his face changed slightly, and he forced himself to write down this poem on the paper with a pen.

The sky is full of smoke and light rain.

When Chen Youlan took Li Xin's pen and paper, he once imagined what kind of poems he would make. To be honest, her best expectations were only at the level of "Drunken Spring Pavilion at the Qixi Festival Night Party". She never thought that such a beautiful sentence would come out of Li Xin's mouth.

Yes, the poem is beautiful, concise and beautiful.

Li Xin saw that Chen Youlan had written the last word "empty" in lower case in her hand, so he continued to read: "Silver and Han Autumn Period Wan Gutong"

Chen Youlan wrote another line quickly, her wrist trembling slightly, and she could hardly hold the pen.

"Yin Han Qiu Qi. Wan Gu Tong." She silently recited it again in her heart, as if she had seen the eternally unchanging bright Milky Way through countless distant time and space, and a sense of insignificance arose in her heart. She couldn't help but sneak a glance at Li Xin, and she met those smiling eyes.

Li Xin was also looking at her.

She hurriedly lowered her head, coughed twice, and set herself up for writing, pretending that her glance just now was just to show that she had finished writing, and urged Li Xin to read it quickly. No one saw the blush on her face, and no one could hear the violent heartbeat in her chest.

Li Xin's voice was not low, and most of the people present could hear his poems clearly, even if there were some who couldn't hear clearly, they could still hear the whispered recitation from the people around them. For a moment, everyone was quiet, looking at Li Xin who was casually sitting on the seat with glowing eyes called "worship".

So did Qin Huaiyu. He never thought that one day he would hear such beautiful lines from Li Xin.

Is this still His Royal Highness Li Xin, King of Chu who wandered around Chang'an with him all day long and beat up anyone who was upset? Could it be someone faked it?

He was very sure that he had never read these two lines of poems anywhere else, and he was also very sure that Li Xin would never find someone who could write such poems to ghostwrite for him.

Just imagine, how could someone who can write such a poem not know what kind of poem it is? Just looking at the first two sentences, you can tell that this is definitely a poem that can be passed down through the ages. Which scholar would be willing to give up this opportunity to be famous in history to others? Even if he is as honorable as the king of Chu, there is absolutely no way to force others to do such a thing.

Therefore, no matter how unbelievable it is, there is only one truth: this poem was really written by Li Xin!

Qin Huaiyu looked at Li Xin and let out a silent "Wow". If Li Xin could spare a little attention to Qin Huaiyu right now, he would definitely feel hairy all over. Because Qin Huaiyu's eyes are a little too hot, dangerously hot, so dangerous that people can't help but think in weird directions.

But Li Xin was really not free.

He read aloud: "How much joy and parting and hatred, every year and in this night."

Chen Youlan suppressed the excitement in her heart, and quickly wrote on the paper. At the same time, her lips moved slightly, and she followed it silently.

The audience was silent, only Aunt Hu stood silently in the middle of the hall and looked around. Looking at the sighing and melancholy expressions on the faces of the scholars present, why didn't she understand what happened?

Obviously, it’s another good poem, no, good poems are no longer enough to describe this poem, but given her cultural level, she really can’t think of any better words than “good poems”, she can only be overwhelmed with excitement. His face was flushed, but he didn't dare to make a sound, for fear of spoiling the atmosphere. She knew that if that was the case, it would definitely cause countless eyes from the scholars present, and maybe even some people would yell at them.

After a while, Chen Youlan finished writing the last word, picked up the pen and stopped in the air, and took a long time to put it down, with a lingering sadness lingering in her heart.

The unchanging emotions of Cowherd and Weaver Girl through the long years slowly settle down, fall into the almost eternal night sky, and also fall into the hearts of everyone who looks up at the night sky.

The maid carefully took the paper and handed it to the beautiful girl in the attic. Xiuxiu glanced down, rolled up the paper carefully, cupped her hands in Li Xin's direction, and said, "Thank you, sir, for allowing this maid to hear such verses, even if she dies instantly, she will have no complaints." No regrets."

Li Xin saw that everyone present was convinced, although his heart was a little dark, but he was not in a daze, so he immediately tossed his sleeves in a very graceful manner, waved his hands, and said with a smile: "Miss Xiuxiu is serious."

What a humble, polite and talented young man!

All the people present seemed to have come to their senses, and they applauded again, which was a bit more enthusiastic than when they applauded for "Qi Qiao" just now, and from time to time, there were praise words such as "Sweet Song through the Ages" mixed in.

Qin Huaiyu also laughed loudly and said: "Good poem, good poem, it's a pity that you didn't bring your wine, otherwise I will definitely understand!"

Li Xin rolled his eyes and said, "Don't you just want to lie to me about the wine again, what you said is so nice!"

Qin Huaiyu smiled even brighter.

Chen Youlan blinked, looking at Li Xin who was laughing with his friends in front of her, as if there was no way to combine him with Li Xin who was reciting poetry just now.

Just now Li Xin was like a banished fairy descending to earth, but now he seems to have lost all his aura, and turned back into the rich and well-clothed king of Chu. Which one is the real him?

Chen Youlan couldn't answer, she always felt that Li Xin's figure gradually became confusing in her eyes.

At this time, Miss Xiuxiu asked loudly in the attic: "Masters, please listen to me, little girl!"

As soon as she spoke, the noisy hall below gradually fell silent.

She continued: "May I ask if you think it is necessary to continue today's poetry meeting?"

No one spoke in the hall below, and after a while there was the sound of clinking wine glasses one after another—everyone, except Li Xin and Chen Youlan, drank three glasses in a row without saying a word, and shouted "happy" after drinking and so on. Their actions have said it all.

Li Xin heard someone not far away saying with emotion: "I didn't expect to hear such good poems one after another tonight. It's really a worthwhile trip! I don't know whose husband can write such a great poem. , presumably in the future it will be no problem at all."

He shook his head in his heart with some amusement: he is already the honorable king of Chu, how can he still be able to rise to the top? Unless you enter the court as an official and then hold a formal official position, but that kind of thing is just a matter of thinking about it. How can being an official feel comfortable eating and waiting to die?