Chapter 244: Hundred poems about the glass of wine in peace

Wang Ping'an hurriedly said, "No, no, I dare not bother the princess to change the topic. Chasing the enemy in the night battle, this topic is very good, very simple, no matter how difficult it is... I'm afraid I can't do it!"

Li Yiren nodded and said, "You think about it, I'll pour you wine. Once you drink, Shi Xing will be excited!"

She lived in the deep palace for many years and had little contact with others. Sometimes when she was having dinner with Li Shimin or Li Zhi, she often poured wine for them. After drinking, her father and brother often became very excited and wrote a few poems to entertain themselves. The whole family had a good meal together, and she had fun. So when she saw that Wang Ping'an was going to write poems for her, she wanted to pour wine for him!

Everyone in the garden said together and looked at Li Shimin, thinking in their hearts: "Your Majesty is going to recruit a prince consort? You seem to be a little anxious. This Wang Ping'an is still a civilian!"

Li Zhi was very happy. He had long seen that Wang Ping'an and Li Yiren were quite destined to be together. He whispered to Li Shimin: "Father, my son is planning to summon Wang Ping'an to Chongxian Pavilion to study with you. Father, can you think?"

Li Shimin smiled slightly. This is the youngest daughter. I missed the marriage I had previously booked for her. There was an accident. Well, I must compensate Yiren well!

He nodded and said, "Don't give actual official positions, so that he will not be able to participate in next year's scientific examination with an official position. The new Jinshi wearing red and hanging on horseback and parading on the streets is a happy life. Moreover, it can also prove that Zhier, you have a unique vision and a wise sense of people!"

Li Zhi was overjoyed and hurriedly said, "Thank you, my father, for reminding me, I didn't think about this just now!"

Li Ke was jealous and was very dissatisfied with Li Zhi. Is it great to have a Chongxian Pavilion? I also want to summon Wang Ping'an to study with you. I don't think you are studying much, how to accompany you?

He had a thought in his mind. Seeing that Wang Ping'an was loved by his father, he probably would have some effect in the future. If he didn't win over at this time, when would he wait? But Li Zhi summoned him to Chongxian Pavilion. What benefits should I give Wang Ping'an to surpass this so that Wang Ping'an could be more grateful to me?

In the field, Li Yiren took out the wine pot and wine glass from the flower boat, poured a full glass, handed it to Wang Ping'an, and said, "Drink slowly, don't choke!"

Wang Ping'an smiled. The little princess was very considerate. If it was expected, she would definitely be very favored in the palace! She gave the gift first, took the wine glass, drank it all, and thought to herself: "It's spicy enough!"

Holding the wine glass, he shouted: "The princess has a question. I want to write a poem by chasing the enemy at night. Ping An has a draft of the ingenuity!"

After saying that, he took a few steps back, came to the middle of the venue, and whispered: "Lin Ancao was shocked, the general led his bow at night. Ping Ming searched for Bai Yu, but he was not in the stone turtle."

Before the scholars could applaud, there was already applause in the flower shed of civil and military officials. These four lines of poetry were about Li Guang! General Li of the Han Dynasty was good at archery skills and defeated the Huns and fled in the panic, which was exactly the same as the night battle to chase the enemy!

Especially the military officers, one by one, and some even shouted: "My archery skills are not bad, Xiao Ping'an, please praise me!"

After reading several poems, Wang Ping'an had some experience on the spot. He did not rush to read the following poem, but waited for the applause to stop, and then said loudly again: "The moon-black geese fly high, and Shanyu escapes at night. He wants to chase the light cavalry, and the bow and knife are covered with heavy snow!"

Applause was everywhere, and everyone in the garden was talking about it. This poem was so imposing and could be called a masterpiece! A person stood out from the civil servant's flower shed and said with a smile: "How can a good poem be without paintings? Yan came to paint this poem, with poems and paintings, and sent it to His Royal Highness Hengshan Princess!"

The person who came out was Yan Liben. As soon as Wang Ping'an's poem was written, a picture appeared in his mind. A brave general was chasing the enemy on a snowy night, and the armor and weapons were covered with heavy snow! When he thought of this picture, his hands were itchy and wanted to draw it, so he got up and came out of the shed!

Li Shimin laughed and said, "Of course good poems need to be contrasted with good paintings. Yan Aiqing's move is exactly what I want!" While saying that, he nodded slightly at Yan Liben.

Changsun Wuji, who was sitting in the flower shed next to him, coughed twice to attract Yan Liben's attention, then stroked his beard and nodded slightly to him.

Yan Liben immediately understood and ordered people to take paper and paint in public! He painted here, but others were not idle, especially the generals, who even slapped the table and shouted, asking Wang Ping'an to write poems again!

A general with a big beard and a ferocious face shouted: "What a boy from the Wang family, he is doing a good job in poetry. You should write a poem for me too. When I was young, I could also drive a hard bow, ride a fast horse, and chase the enemy like a rabbit. Just write a poem with this and praise me!"

Wang Ping'an was stunned and thought to himself: "No, there are still people asking for praise in public?"

Before he could answer, another general shouted, "Old Cheng, you are too thick-skinned and want to let others write poems to praise you!" The general waved his hand at Wang Ping'an and said, "You should also make a poem for me. I admire General Li Guang and Li the most. If you can compare me to him, then you will pass this level!"

Li Yiren was unwilling to do it anymore, and the little girl said angrily: "What are you doing? Why did you all let Wang Ping'an write poems on your behalf? You didn't beat the drums and put the boat on your behalf, so it wasn't your turn!"

The bearded general smiled and said, "The boat cannot be put away again, it has all overturned!" He pointed to the small ditch.

Li Yiren looked back and saw that the small flower boat had somehow overturned. The small wooden pulp in the boatman's hand was actually horizontal, facing the generals' flower shed, and he couldn't tell who it was, and he could even point all the people in the flower shed!

Li Yiren said in surprise and looked at the small flower boat with a very interesting expression! All the civil and military officials laughed, and even Li Shimin couldn't help but smile.

Li Shimin glanced at the bearded general, then looked at the envoys from various countries, and said, "Without sick, you can write a few more poems. The poem I wrote for General Cheng should not only show his heroic spirit, but also advise him not to kill too many people. The people of the vassal state are also my people of the Tang Dynasty!"

Wang Ping'an agreed, since this is the case anyway, just add another title of Chang'an's poetry and prose to the title of Chang'an's number one poetry and prose!

He bowed and said, "Put the bow to pull the strong, use arrows to use long ones. Shoot people and shoot horses first, and capture the thief first. Kill people are limited, and all countries have their own borders. If they can control the invasion of the tombs, how can they kill and hurt more?"

The bearded general laughed loudly, nodded constantly, and said with a smile: "Shoot the horse first when shooting people, capture the thief first when capturing the king! OK, well done!"

Another general spoke over there: "I've finished it for him, it's time to do it for me! Come on, come on, come on, quickly compare me to General Li Guang and Li!"

Wang Ping'an hurriedly bowed to the general, bent down slightly, and said the good poem: "The bright moon in the Qin Dynasty was in the Han Dynasty, and the people of thousands of miles of Long March had not returned. But the flying general in Longcheng was there, and the Hu horses would not be able to cross Yinshan!"

Hey, the generals were all excited. It seemed that it was really hard for this kid to do whatever he asked him to do, he could make any poem he could do!

When Li Yiren saw Wang Ping'an write two poems in a row, he clapped his hands and said, "So you can do it. I was worried just now, afraid that you can't do it!"

Wang Ping'an quickly said humble a few times, and wanted to end if he wanted to, but how could the generals let him go like this? Another veteran, an old military officer with white hair and beard, shouted: "Boy Wang family, make a big bowl of wine and eat big pieces of meat!"

Wang Ping'an thought for a moment and said, "Grape wine, luminous cup, and you want to drink the pipa immediately. Don't laugh at me when you lie drunk on the battlefield. How many people have returned from war since ancient times?"

"Okay, good poem!" Li Shimin first applauded, and all the officials and scholars also applauded together, cheering!

Another general shouted: "Boy Wang family, I admire you very much. Come and write a poem for me!"

Some generals even shouted: "Wang Ping'an, brother Ping'an, you also write a poem for me, I have no requirements..."

Wang Ping'an simply ordered someone to bring out another table and prepare paper and pen. Whenever someone asked for poetry, he would come and take it with a swipe. Li Yiren was very excited and admired Wang Ping'an so much that he was almost overwhelmed. The dignified princess actually took the initiative to grind ink for Wang Ping'an!

Yan Liben splashed ink on another table, while Wang Ping'an was writing hard on this table, and the two of them did their own thing!

After a while, Wang Ping'an wrote twenty or thirty poems. His forehead sweat could not help but flow down, thinking: "No, the inventory in his stomach is about to run out. I have to think of an excuse quickly and think of a way to urinate!"

In fact, he could have said that he could not write new poems, but he has always been gentle and polite to others, so when the generals asked him to write poems, he would not refuse and do it casually. But the more he did it, the more surprised others were, and he thought to himself: "This person's poetry talent can be described by four terrifying words!"

The more surprised the others were, the more they came to him. At this time, not only civil and military officials came to see him write poems, but many scholars also came over, three layers inside and three layers outside, surrounding Wang Ping'an in the circle!

Even Li Zhi and Li Ke couldn't bear it, so they left the flower shed, came to the desk, and watched Wang Ping'an write poems on the spot!

Wang Ping'an wrote a poem, and his hands were trembling as he wrote it, thinking: "No, if this continues, I can only have one way to go..."

Just as he was in a dilemma, he suddenly heard Yan Liben laughing and said, "Okay, this painting is ready!"

Yan Liben looked up at the surroundings, suddenly stunned, and said, "What's going on? Why are you all doing around Wang Ping'an? Is he also drawing?"

He just focused on painting, concentrated all his energy, and did not pay attention to the things around him. Although the noise was like a market, he turned a deaf ear and just thoughtfully painted! After painting, he found that everyone should have surrounded him and watched his writing, but for some reason, they all ran to Wang Ping'an. Could it be that he was also drawing?

A minister laughed and said, "Wang Ping'an is not painting. He is writing poetry. He drank a glass of wine, but wrote hundreds of poems. It is simply a hundred poems about Ping'an's glass of wine!"

Wang Ping'an hurriedly said, "No, there are only less than thirty poems..."

The crowd roared, everyone shook their heads, and they all laughed. The hundreds of articles were not real, they were just adjectives, so why bother to be serious!

Originally, when Wang Ping'an first wrote a poem and wrote two or three good poems, the scholars understood that their talents could not keep up with him, but they thought that even if they were a little worse, they would not be too far apart!

When it was everyone's turn to make poems together, they were still thinking about it. Wang Ping'an said, "I wrote several poems in a row, which made the generals extremely excited. Everyone asked him to write new poems again!"

If Wang Ping'an wrote a poem and could write two or three, each of which was of high level, the scholars would envy him very much. If he wrote four or five poems, then envy would turn into jealousy. But if he wrote six or seven good poems, the scholars' feelings towards Wang Ping'an would probably change again, and most of them would turn into hatred!

However, now Wang Ping'an has written twenty or thirty good poems in one breath... Well, why do you say envy, jealousy, and hatred? It is not on the same level as others, and it is a thousand miles apart!

People's thinking sometimes is very strange. If two people have similar levels of work, and the previous person is only a little higher than the next person, then when the previous person gets praise, the latter person is very likely to be so jealous that his eyes are blue!

But if the two people's work skills are too different, for example, the Yanlefang musician is the difference between Changsun Wuji and that musician, then is it possible that musician is jealous of Changsun Wuji? The difference is too far and there is no comparison standard, so naturally there will be no jealousy!

Wang Ping'an's poem on the spot shocked the scholars. It was hard to believe that there was a young man in this world who was so talented that he was so terrifying! Wang Ping'an was reincarnated as the Wenquxing in the sky. Others are fake, he must be real!

When Li Shimin saw Yan Liben painted the painting, he patted his hands twice and said, "Yan Aiqing, present the painting and show it to me!"

Yan Liben quickly picked up the painting, entered the flower shed, and placed it on Li Shimin's table. Li Shimin looked at it, narrowed his eyes, and waved his hand: "Send it to the flower shed of the messengers!"

There were servants who picked up the paintings and sent them to the envoys from all over the country to watch.

As soon as the painting unfolded in front of the flower shed, the envoys from all over the country took a deep breath! The envoys looked at each other, and no one could speak. However, Asanoqi'er looked at the painting and started crying bitterly!

The messengers watched the children cry in public, but no one stopped them. Everyone shook their heads and sighed. If it were their own country, they would have become like the painting, they would probably cry even harder than him!

Let the messengers prepare their feelings first, Li Shimin glanced at them, then ignored them and said, "You guys, present all the prepared poems. Let's review them and see who did the best poems!"

Chu Suiliang suddenly said, "Your Majesty, the old minister doesn't have to evaluate it one by one. This is a hundred poems about Wang Ping'an's glass of wine, and each poem is excellent, and it can be called the first one!"

Li Zhi walked back to the flower shed and said, "The son-in-law has the same view as Lord Chu. Wang Ping'an is very talented. The son-in-law intends to summon him to Chongxian Pavilion to accompany him to study!"

Li Shimin nodded and said, "Okay, that's it!"

Li Ke slowly walked back to the flower shed. He was really unwilling to be done by Li Zhi and he would be allowed to go to any good things.

He cleared his throat and said to Li Shimin: "Father, my son-in-law thinks that applying what he has learned is the best. Wang Ping'an is quick-witted and staying with his ninth brother is the best. However, according to rumors, he is very good at medical skills. My son-in-law thinks why not let him enter the Imperial Medical Office and temporarily take up the position of Imperial Medical Order?"
Chapter completed!