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Especially in Nanqing, poetry and lyrics have never developed to such an abnormal level.
However, Zhan Doudou was the emperor of Northern Qi, and he must have gathered all the talented people under his command to come up with such a question.
Zhuang Mohan chewed on the text repeatedly, and couldn't help but reveal a bitter smile.
The scholars below can pose the most difficult questions, but it is His Majesty who is most adept at making things difficult for people.
The scholars below whispered among themselves for a while before finally understanding what was meant.
Everyone was thinking that if they could solve the problem before Li Chang'an, they would definitely become famous.
But almost everyone found that the question was too difficult!
"Does Your Majesty wish me to sing of spring, lament autumn, or recite the verses of winter?"
Upon hearing Li Chang'an's words, Zhan Doudou smiled slightly, knowing that this riddle would not stump Li Chang'an.
But even now, she still doesn't believe that Li Chang'an can complete another poem of the same kind.
"Today is the Shangsi Festival, and summer is not far away. Prince Yong, let us continue to recite poems about summer."
Everyone was stunned. "Little Emperor, if you can even come up with one poem in Summer, Autumn, or Winter, then quickly solve this problem. What are you asking?"
Do you mean you can't solve it in summer, autumn, or winter?
Li Chang'an seemed to recite a poem without much thought.
"Fragrant lotus in the clear water, cool breeze stirs; water stirs, breeze stirs, days and months pass. Long days and months, cool breeze stirs the water; cool breeze stirs the water, fragrant lotus in the clear water."
Upon hearing this, the entire room fell silent!
The one hundred scholars in the front row and the four hundred observers in the back row all fell into deep thought.
Zhan Doudou murmured to herself, "Fragrant lotus, clear water, cool breeze, long days and nights."
With each word he read, his eyes widened with surprise, disbelief, and incredulity!
How is this possible! It actually connected!
She found many renowned scholars who had worked hard to come up with this question, and even they couldn't answer it.
But Li Chang'an caught it so easily!
Zhuang Mohan pondered for a moment, but couldn't help but laugh out loud, "The question is well-posed, and the solution is even better!"
"Brother Chang'an, I am truly impressed by you!"
At this moment, the dozen or so scholars from Nanqing below the steps couldn't help but cheer!
"Great! That was a good catch!"
"As expected of the Sage of Poetry, his talent is simply divine!"
"As expected of Prince Yong!"
Zhan Doudou stared blankly at Li Chang'an, her gaze unwavering even as Haitang coughed until her throat was dry.
It wasn't until Li Chang'an turned his head and glanced at her that Zhan Doudou turned her face away, her face slightly flushed.
"Li Chang'an has solved my problem, and I am completely convinced."
Led by the young emperor, applause rang out in the hall and lasted for a long time!
Fan Xian muttered to himself, "I've never memorized this line; it's too twisted."
Zhan Doudou has solved the problem, and it's the next scholar's turn.
The scholar from Northern Qi suddenly stammered. No matter how cunning he was, how could he compare to the young emperor?
"Your Highness Prince Yong once wrote a poem about snow, but there was no snow, only plum blossoms. I wonder if you could do the opposite and write a poem about plum blossoms but there were no plum blossoms?"
Li Chang'an casually recited, "Through countless mountains and valleys, we grow old together, a touch of rouge bestowed by heaven lightly adorns our cheeks. I ask afar, where are the orchids and bamboos of spring? Their jade-like bones and icy skin exude a subtle fragrance."
While everyone was still savoring the poem, Li Chang'an continued, "If you don't appreciate the poetry, how about I give you a lyric instead?"
"Beside the broken bridge outside the post station, it blooms lonely and ownerless... Fallen into mud and crushed into dust, only its fragrance remains."
This famous poem evokes the image of a plum blossom braving the snow, its proud and unyielding spirit inspiring awe.
Zhan Doudou felt her heart leap. This poem was no longer the gentle and graceful one she had read before. "Teacher! This poem has spirit!"
Zhuang Mohan's gaze wandered, his thoughts seemingly drifting from late spring to the depths of winter!
"He has integrity! He has pride!"
While everyone in the hall was still savoring the famous text, Li Chang'an's voice suddenly rang out.
"next."
The next scholar didn't try to make things difficult, because nothing was more challenging than Zhan Doudou's question.
He picked up the wine cup and drank it all in one gulp to Li Chang'an, saying, "Please, Your Highness Prince Yong, use this golden cup as a theme!"
Li Chang'an and he shared a drink, then Li Chang'an exclaimed, "Great topic!"
"Have you not seen the waters of the long river come from the sky, rushing to the sea never to return... Enjoy life to the fullest when you are successful, and don't let your golden goblet face the moon empty!"
I was born with talents that will surely be put to use; though I squander all my wealth, it will return! Let us drink, and not stop pouring! I will sing you a song; please lend me your ear!
"A dappled horse, a thousand pieces of gold—call the boy to exchange them for fine wine, to dispel with you our age-old sorrows!"
With his bold and unrestrained spirit, transcending worldly affairs, who throughout the ages can compare to Li Bai!
The phrase "The waters of a long river come from the sky" evokes the image of towering, turbid waves rolling down the river!
The phrase "A thousand pieces of gold spent can be regained" stirred the blood of the scholars in the hall, filling them with fervor and heroic spirit!
Nuclear war cannot erase human relationships and social customs, so how can it erase the romance and passion that are deeply ingrained in the bones of Chinese poetry!
The next scholar pointed out the window and immediately chimed in, "The bright moon!"
Li Chang'an continued to copy the poems of the poet Li Bai, and this time he had no scruples about copying poems!
"This question is too easy, here are three of Li Bai's quatrains for you!"
"The bright moonlight shines before my window, I wonder if it is frost on the ground..."
"A pot of wine among the flowers, I drink alone, no companion near. I raise my cup to invite the bright moon, and with my shadow, we become three..."
"Those who have abandoned me, the days of yesterday cannot be retained. Those who trouble my heart, the days of today are full of worries... I am filled with lofty aspirations and soaring thoughts, wanting to ascend to the blue sky and gaze at the bright moon."
Behind Zhuang Mohan, three disciples were writing furiously, afraid of missing any details.
Zhan Doudou was completely immersed in the ocean of poetry. She was just stunned by a quatrain, and then she was stunned by the next famous poem.
The scholars in the main hall were all dumbfounded, their minds racing as they tried to keep up with Li Chang'an's train of thought.
In the entire hall, only Fan Xian and Haitang Duoduo had the lightest mental burden.
Guo Shao was already out of his mind and passed out drunk again.
Fan Xian rested his chin on his hand, his heart filled with mixed emotions.
They've gone berserk! They've gone completely berserk!
If this were him, he wouldn't dare recite poetry like that unless he was drunk!
Seeing everyone's stunned expressions, Haitang Duoduo secretly ate the melon seeds in front of the little emperor.
"Poetry is probably good, at least it's catchy and catchy!"
Suddenly, Li Chang'an's resounding words startled Haitang so much that she dropped the melon seeds in her hand.
"Who else!"
The sound made the entire hall vibrate!
At this moment, a scholar from Northern Qi, his eyes darting around, uttered a single word: "Conquest!"
Seeing Li Chang'an's passionate and unrestrained poetry, the scholar began to have other thoughts.
It would be very interesting to have Li Chang'an write poems about war and conquest, and then send them back to Nanqing.
Even the Northern Qi now knows that Li Chang'an's prestige and status have surpassed that of the Crown Prince.
Reciting matters of war and conquest without permission would surely offend Emperor Qing.
Zhuang Mohan hurriedly reminded him, "Prince Yong, be careful what you say!"
Zhan Doudou was drinking alone and was already a little drunk. She interrupted Zhuang Mohan and said, "Teacher, it's alright!"
"If Emperor Qing suspects Prince Yong, I will definitely keep him in the Great Qi!"
Li Chang'an looked at the Northern Qi scholar whose eyes were darting around and said coldly, "His intentions are despicable!"
But he immediately followed with a calm smile, "However, I am not afraid!"
Chapter 120 The Empress's Provocation of DouDou! (23)
"The wine is sweet in the luminescent cup, and the pipa music urges me to drink. Don't laugh at me sleeping drunk on the battlefield, for how many men have ever returned from battle?"
"The north wind sweeps across the land, bending the white grass; in the eighth month of the lunar calendar, snow flies in the northern sky. Suddenly, as if a spring breeze has arrived overnight, thousands of trees bloom with pear blossoms..."
"In my drunken stupor, I pick up my lamp to examine my sword; in my dreams, I hear the bugles echoing through the camps... The autumn review of troops on the battlefield..."
Without any scruples, Li Chang'an didn't even remember how many poems he copied; he just recited whatever came to mind.