Chapter 389 (1/2)
Li Hong, who is both making Bai Chun and Li Lingyue, is attracted to the Pavilion by Wu Mei. While appreciating the lotus flowers in the pond, he takes the tea that his mother has poured for him. Someone is so flattered that he refuses to accept the cup.
”No, no, no, no, you'd better speak to the Minister first and then take this cup of tea. If you do, you'd better talk about it first.” Li Hong pushed the tea in the hand of Long Ma and said in a hurry.
Wu Mei's amorous feelings of all kinds of white his one eye, light said: ”first of all, people's peony flowers on the ground of the account closed again.”
Li Hong looked at Song Danfu, who had a simple and honest smile. Under the wind and sun, the old man's appearance was very appropriate to the image of the gardener.
At the moment, he motioned a maid to lead song Danfu to the east palace to find the Jingzhe to get the reward money.
Looking at Song Danfu's departure, Wu Mei asked curiously, ”how much is the peony flower in this place?”
”Can you spare me?” Li Hong dares to take the tea from Longma.
Wu Mei gave a noncommittal smile: ”Li Hong, it seems that you don't have any new poems published during this period. You didn't make a new poem when you attended the poetry meeting last year, but spread your old poem among the scholars in Chang'an by others' mouth. Today, the empress mother is in a good mood. How about giving a poem to the mother in front of these peony flowers?”
Wu Mei in the pavilion has ordered people to lay out the food and wine. The mother and the son plan to have a drink in the lazy afternoon. Naturally, in this kind of lazy time, there must be poetry when there is wine.
Li Hongxi's mother's cooking was not what he had expected. What's more, he didn't expect his mother's cooking in advance.
”Well, listen up.” Li Hong pretended to look at the lotus flowers in the pond, and then looked at the peony beside the peony flowers. He slowly recited: ”the peony demon in front of the court is not qualified, and the lotus on the pool is not in love. Only peony really national color, flower season move capital
Wu Mei was drinking while listening to Li Hongyin's whole poem. She could not help but feel pretty and frowning. She said with some doubts: ”Li Hong, can you tell me what kind of poems you like in the end? Why do I feel that all your poems and Fu have different styles, and it is difficult for me to define a style for you? All your poems and Fu are carefully studied. How do you feel like you are composed of several people? ”
What's more, it's strange if it's not like this. These poems are not mine either. I steal one from the East and grab one from the West. From this era, I can find another one in a hundred years' time. Naturally, it must have been done by a person with split personality.
”This I'm afraid that's the genius and the mediocre... ” Li Hong didn't know how to say it. Did you say that I knew a thousand years from the top and a thousand years from the bottom, and even I knew your fate or your original destiny after your mother?
”No, did you see Bai Chun and Li Lingyue? You make another one. ” Wu Mei interrupts Li Hong's self boasting and points to the two Fairies in the flowers.
”Er...” Li Hong could not help groaning with headache. Since the mother and empress began to doubt the style of his poems and Fu, he should not be reading poems. Otherwise, the more he read, the more loopholes.
Although no one in the world can grasp his own handle, it does not mean that there is no doubt about it in the future.
Similarly, Wu Mei is in doubt in her heart, more confusion makes her wonder, what kind of person this is, how can she seem to be omnipotent!
At the age of three or four, ZIWEIXING was gifted. The idea of ZIWEIXING 's reincarnation was spread in Changan city. Two people, Li Chunfeng and Yuan Tiangang, were called to the original Taiji palace in private and made various calculations on Li Hong. However, in the end, there were eight words: ”cloud shrouded, heaven hidden.”
As for Li Hong's talent in composing poems, Wu Mei has always believed that someone in Chongwen library helped him write poems secretly. Otherwise, it would be impossible for one person to write so many poems with different styles. Moreover, every capital city is an excellent one. It is not enough to say that it has been handed down through the ages.
Li Hong frowned. At the moment, it's no use trying to figure out the psychology of Long Ma. What we can do in the future is to write as few poems as possible, or even not to write poems. Even the messy things in Taiyi city should not be pushed forward consciously. Instead, they should be handed over to the craftsmen of the Tang Dynasty to let them explore slowly with their own wisdom.
As the saying goes, if you are a fool, you should hide your edge and make yourself look like a normal person. After all, if you really want to go further, you must hide your extraordinary side and let others shine.
”Write poetry quickly.” Wu Mei knocked on the table in front of her and urged her.
”Oh, oh, my son minister is not able to make a speech. I have to think about composing poems.” Li Hong was discontented with his mother, frowned and thought for a while, then he said, ”clouds like clothes, flowers like looks, and spring breeze blows at the sill of Revlon. If you don't meet at the head of the jade mountain group, you will meet at the bottom of the moon in Yaotai. ”