Datang: Rebirth of Li Chengqian, the beginning of the treason interrogation

Chapter 16: The Aspirations of Poetry
"The imperial residence is in the imperial city of Yao and Hangu, and the fields of Queye and Longshan are in the marquisate.

The five latitudes are linked together to form the stars, and the eight waters flow across the earth's axis."

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Li Chengqian was also shocked. This was a big reveal. After reading to this point, Li Chengqian had already guessed who this person was. This was the earliest poet he had ever heard of.

Goose! Goose! Goose!
It can bring back his childhood memories. This great man is none other than Luo Binwang, one of the four great poets of the early Tang Dynasty.

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"Gold melts and silk turns into silk; the friendship between the noble and the humble is revealed.

The beauty is old, the hair is white, the old friend is gone.

I don’t know how long it took before the sound of poetry reading disappeared.

From beginning to end, no one dared to speak out, as everyone was immersed in his poems.

"Brother, what is your name? Is this poem's title Chang'an?"

The student holding a pen and ink next to him asked, he was writing a poem.

"Luo Binwang, the name of his poem is Wangdidu."

Chang'an is the imperial capital, and the word "Chang'an" is more vast than that. The word "Wang" also expresses his humility, and also implies that he wants to be favored by the prince.

After Luo Binwang finished speaking, he bowed to all around him, then stepped back. "My humble work is finished, and I look forward to your good poems."

The whole place was silent when you started speaking. The remaining students, even those who were somewhat literate, felt ashamed of themselves.

"Brother Luo's quatrains are worse than ours. The Crown Prince's poem moved the capital. Only the Crown Prince can write such a masterpiece."

A voice sounded, pushing Li Chengqian to the front.

At this moment, all the students looked towards Li Chengqian, with hope in their eyes, hoping to witness the emergence of another masterpiece.

"May I ask Your Highness to write a poem?"

No one knew where the voice came from, but immediately countless students responded one after another.

"Your Highness, please compose a poem."

"Li Chengqian, I want to see how you respond." King Wei looked at Li Chengqian and smiled with satisfaction.

"Your Highness Prince of Wei, Li Chengqian is tying himself up in knots." Fang Yiai also nodded in agreement.

Everyone wanted to see Li Chengqian make a fool of himself. Reputation was very important to the prince. If he had a bad reputation, it would affect the succession to the throne. Moreover, students were representatives of the scholar class and also represented public opinion.

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"The prince hasn't come yet?" Li Shimin waited for a long time, but still didn't see Li Chengqian come to Taiji Palace, and he became more and more dissatisfied.

With the accusations from Zhang Xuansu and Kong Yingda, Li Shimin was on the verge of getting angry.

"Your Majesty, the Crown Prince is not in the East Palace. He has gone to Xuande Gate to discuss poetry with the students. I have sent someone to invite him. I am here to report to Your Majesty first."

The old eunuch knelt on the ground and bowed.

"Poetry? Prince?" Li Shimin only saw the unlearned prince in the memorials of Zhang Xuansu and others. This should be a completely unrelated connection.

"Your Majesty, the poem that is now widely circulated, 'Worry about the world before you worry about yourself, and be happy about the world after you are happy about yourself', was written by His Royal Highness the Crown Prince." said the old eunuch.

"Did the prince do this?" Li Shimin was also a little surprised.

The talented Wu Mei at the side was also muttering something, and her eyes lit up.

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Amidst countless shouts, Li Chengqian stepped forward a few steps.

His eyes fell on Luo Binwang, wanting to see through him. Luo Binwang was born in 619, and could write poems at the age of seven. He was a child prodigy, but his family fell into poverty and he had no title or fame. He went to Chang'an many times to take the exam, but failed every time. It was not until he was thirty that he got an official position.

There has been no incident involving the Prince of Wei's Palace and the Eastern Palace. A poor student like him certainly does not even have the qualifications to enter the Eastern Palace or the Prince of Wei's Palace.

When he saw Li Chengqian's eyes on him, Luo Binwang couldn't help but feel delighted. He secretly felt lucky that he had come to the right place this time and successfully sold himself to the prince.

Li Chengqian smiled and said to the crowd: "Since the students have invited me so warmly, I will write a poem or two. I hope you can pass the imperial examination as soon as possible."

Hearing this, the students became more excited. For them, fame is undoubtedly the most important goal and pursuit.

However, seeing that Li Chengqian was not at all nervous, King Wei Li Tai could not help but begin to doubt whether he was really capable of writing a poem that could surpass "Wangdidu"?
Li Chengqian opened his lips slightly and slowly said, "Pass the exam."

As soon as the words fell, the whole audience fell silent.

"In the past, it was not enough to praise the sordidness, but now there is no limit to debauchery.

The spring breeze is blowing, and the horses are galloping. I can see all the flowers in Chang'an in one day. "

As these lines of poetry were read out, the atmosphere was instantly ignited. All the students were moved, and each of them straightened their chests and showed high morale.

Passing the imperial examination is a microcosm of Chang'an, and it touches the hearts of students. Why do they come to Chang'an? Isn't it just to get their names on the list of successful candidates?

It struck an emotional chord.

"To see all the flowers in Chang'an in one day, what a great ambition."

Fang Xuanling lifted the curtain of the carriage, his eyes were sharp, and his opinion of Li Chengqian changed drastically.

How could this be the lame prince who gave up on himself in the past?
"Your Highness is a very talented writer, we are no match for him!"

Luo Binwang bowed and clasped his fists to Li Chengqian.

Li Chengqian also knew that this was a way for the other party to give him a way out. How could the merits of the two poems be compared so quickly?

Luo Binwang's poem "The Imperial Capital" also has a high status among the poems of later generations.

"Your poetic talent is unparalleled, there is no need to belittle yourself." Li Chengqian nodded in approval, and then continued:
"The rooster in the crimson hat announces the dawn, and the robe-keeper presents the green cloud fur coat.

The nine heavens closed the palace, and all the nations wore clothes and worshiped Mian Liu.

The sun was just before the palm of the fairy moved, and the cigarettes wanted to be near the dragon.

After the court session, the five-colored edict must be edited, and the sound of the pendant must be returned to the Phoenix Pond. "

No one could have imagined that Li Chengqian could compose another poem, and its momentum was as great as Luo Binwang's "Wangdi Du".

"The gates of the nine heavens are opened, and people from all over the world pay homage to the emperor."

These two lines of poetry vividly depict the grandeur of the imperial palace and the spectacular scene of envoys from various countries paying homage, making all the students present proud.

Emperor Taizong of Tang, Li Shimin, was honored as the Heavenly Khan, which made the Tang Dynasty a center of admiration for all nations and attracted them to come and pay homage. This is also reflected in this poem, which shows how the Tang Dynasty was at its peak.

"The aura of an emperor!"

Fang Xuanling couldn't help but exclaimed. He realized that this poem had surpassed the realm of ordinary poets, and stood at the height of a king, showing extraordinary bearing and mind.

This heroic spirit makes people feel a strong desire to rule, as if they want to conquer the world and make all nations come to pay tribute.

Li Chengqian took another step forward, and his aura suddenly changed, revealing his sharpness and majesty.

"When autumn comes on September 8, my flower will bloom and all other flowers will die.

The incense formation soaring into the sky penetrates Chang'an, and the whole city is covered with golden armor. "

The whole place was silent. The weather in April was not very cold, but everyone felt a chill and shivered.

"What a murderous aura!" Fang Xuanling on the street looked horrified.

(End of this chapter)