Chapter 292 (2/2)
”But I heard that there will be a lot of excitement there. There will be a poetry festival in Baqiao every spring, but when winter comes, the scale of the poetry fair in Qujiang pool is not smaller than that in Baqiao. It is said that there will be some famous talents in the past, such as Wang Bo Pei WANYING glanced at Li Hong, as if to explain the importance of the poetry meeting to Li Hong.
”No, some people who don't know what to do just pretend to be literati. I'm afraid they won't go if they have real talent and practical knowledge. It's so comfortable to have a fire at home.”
”That's not sure. Many people go there every year, especially since the prince's Highness has gone a few years ago, the waterside pavilion and the water hall have attracted many scholars to go there every year.””Has your highness been there?” Li Hong was short circuited and had already forgotten about ten years ago.
”Yes, you don't know, do you? Although the prince didn't write a poem that year, Wang Bo wrote one, but the cover paper of the water cup shown by the prince for the students was also very popular. Since then, these students will go there every year. Although there are no talented people in this year, there are also some scholars who know well about Chang'an. ”
”Except for Wang Bo and Li Did Li Xian, the king of Pei, go to the mansion and other places, and no other scholar was taken in by the royal family? ” Li Hong almost called out Li Xian's name, but he didn't notice Pei WANYING's look. However, he found that Pei WANYING still liked poetry.
”That's not true. It's mainly because Wang Bo is so famous. In his early years, Chang'an child prodigy was only called, and he was called the four great talents with Yang Jiong, Luo Binwang and Lu Zhaolin. There are also poems and Fu handed down by the prince of that dynasty since he was a child. Every one of them is a good poem that can be passed down for thousands of years. But in recent years, because of the war in the western regions, he has not written any more poems. ” Pei WANYING followed Li Hong's footsteps and walked in the open Lantian County. They were going to see Sun Simiao. How did Sun Simiao study the vaccinia.
Pei WANYING's father is Pei Xingjian. Naturally, there is a correspondence between her father and daughter. It is natural for her to know that his highness is fighting in the western regions.
What's more, in the western regions, Li Hong did not write a poem, only one poem. Moreover, Pei Xingjian was not present at that time, and Li Hong did not know whether Pei WANYING knew or not.
”Well Do you like the poems of his highness, too? ” Li Hong heard about himself from others for the first time, so he asked with interest.
”Well, I like his poems very much, but one of them is an exception. It's just like you didn't like that scholar just now. I don't think the prince likes literati very much.” Said here, Pei WANYING's eyes, even a trace of worry.
I don't know whether his Highness Prince Yinyou doesn't like literati, or whether he doesn't often write poems.
”Do you have any poems...” Li Honggang asked in doubt and heard Pei WANYING's voice in his ear.
”The immortal Buddha did not succeed in the boundless two, only knew that the night was not peaceful. The wind is full of elegy, and the mud is full of bad luck. Nine out of ten are worthless scholars. Don't worry about the poem and prophecy. The birds in spring and the insects in autumn make their own voices. ” After Pei WANYING finished reading, she looked at Li Hong and asked, ”how do you feel?”
”This is obviously a good poem to encourage scholars. How can it be a poem that despises scholars?” Li Hong was a little dumbfounded because he had been beaten up for this poem. Now
because that sentence is useless, he is often mentioned and ridiculed by people nowadays, and he is also the culprit. His mother and his wife gave a lecture on this matter two days ago.
Pei WANYING shook her head and murmured, ”although it's encouragement, I don't know why, but I always feel the prince's highness...”
Said here, Pei WANYING suddenly stopped talking, mischievous contraction of the neck, and then stretched out a slender index finger pointed to the sky, then whispered: ”can not be discussed.”
Li Hong looks at Pei WANYING's appearance, does not feel affectation at all, on the contrary, very enjoys, likes to see her this kind of expression.
Pei WANYING just smiles at Li Hong and shrugs her shoulders. She doesn't understand what he means.
They looked at each other with a smile. After a few silent steps forward, Pei WANYING looked up again, looked at Li Hong and said, ”in fact, the prince's highness still has a poem. I like this one better, but now Chang'an still doesn't know it.”