Chapter 26
The birthday banquet begins, Jiangnan writes poems
Chapter 26 The birthday banquet begins, Jiangnan writes poems
Five days passed in a blink of an eye.
Jiangnan has been staying in Ning'an Palace for the past few days.
After the last time the prince was deflated, there was no new movement for a few days.
But Princess Huaisu concluded that his suspicions and fears would probably dissipate only when he successfully ascended the throne.
·
Today, April [-]th, is also the [-]th birthday of the Empress Dowager.
Since last night, the entire palace has been brightly lit, and the imperial kitchen has been busy all night.
The Imperial Forest Army, who was in charge of vigilance, also played up the spirit of twelve points.
Although there is nothing wrong with this juncture, if there is an emergency, Wu Tieguo will become a joke in the world.
In such an atmosphere, it was time for the sunrise.
The Wanshou Palace, civil and military officials, and the envoys of the Zhou state all entered in an orderly manner.
Jiangnan followed Princess Huaisu and Qinger through the back door and arrived early.
The Longevity Palace is a palace dedicated to holding banquets.
Its decoration is extremely luxurious, with warm white jade pavement, dark inlaid gold beads, and carved dragons and phoenixes on the four walls.
On the top of the palace is a huge luminous bead, which illuminates the entire lobby as if it were daytime even at night.
The seats are arranged one by one.
The graceful Empress Dowager and the majestic King Wu Tie stand above it.
Below it are the imperial relatives, civil and military officials, and Zhou envoys.
During the banquet, agarwood committed the crime, and the hundred-year-old bamboo green was the banquet.
On the table, there are golden foot bottles, jade plates, and a dazzling variety of pastries.
As soon as Mao Shi arrived, the bell outside the palace rang, resounding throughout the capital.
The Queen Mother's birthday banquet has officially begun!
Wu Tiewang, who was wearing an imperial robe, stood up from his seat and gave a loud congratulatory message.
He is about forty years old, his hair is black, his face is rigid, and his eyes are as deep as the sea, and he is not angry or arrogant.
On the other hand, the Queen Mother, who is in her sixtieth year, is already slightly old, and her temples are gray.
But from the facial features that have been baptized over the years, it can still be seen that she was a beauty who was destined to be a beautiful woman.
At this moment, her eyes narrowed slightly, and she looked peaceful.
But no one dared to despise this woman.
About 20 years ago, the middle way of the first emperor collapsed, and the current king is still young, and the internal situation of Wutie is in chaos.
It was this queen mother who took over the jade seal and ruled the world.
He used iron and blood to eliminate the government and killed the Meridian Gate. It is said that in the execution ground at that time, the blood clots of Wuyangyang were coagulated into dark red tofu.
Older people, thinking of that scene, shuddered all over.
After King Wu Tie's brief congratulatory speech, it was time to return the gift.
A red-robed ceremonial official walked to the front of the hall, followed by a servant girl, holding a golden plate with a stack of gift folds inside.
The red-robed ceremonial official cleared his throat, opened the first book, and said loudly:
"King Daxia Yue'an, I will give you a pair of azure jade bi, a box of golden lotus roots, and a hundred Tianshan building trees... I wish the queen mother a long life!"
The voice resounded in the Longevity Palace, and everyone turned to look.
I saw a dignified middle-aged man in the room, got up, and greeted King Wu Tie and the Queen Mother.
King Yuean of Daxia can also be regarded as the Queen Mother's maiden family. This trip is to represent Daxia and come to celebrate his birthday.
Seeing him, the graceful queen mother on the high seat raised the corners of her mouth slightly, as if remembering something interesting.
When she married Wu Tie, it was in her youth, and that was King Yue An, who was just a little boy running around all over the place.
Even though they haven't seen each other for many years, there is a sense of intimacy in the blood.
See you.
Immediately afterwards, the ceremonial officer continued to pay tribute.
Everyone who is read as a person stands up and salutes.
It not only expresses congratulations, but also represents the attitude of the forces behind it.
And because of the special relationship between Wu Tie and Da Xia, as well as another layer of identity of the Queen Mother.
Therefore, the surrounding big countries and small countries, large and small sects, all sent people.
After the birthday ceremony is over, the outsiders are the royal relatives, civil and military officials.
The first person to take the lead was the Prince of the East Palace.
"Crown Prince Huai'an, give a scroll of ancient paintings, and wish the Queen Mother a long life!"
As soon as the ceremony official said a word, the expressions of the people below changed slightly.
The crown prince, that is above ten thousand people, and is the grandson of the empress dowager.
Why did you send a painting?
The prince stood up from the seat and gave a deep salute.
The people behind him understood and handed a long black wooden box to him.
"Grandmother, grandson knows that you are fascinated by poetry and painting, so I have found an ancient scroll for you, please take a look."
After that, the prince opened the wooden box and took out a scroll of quaint picture scrolls.
When the yellowed paper was opened, there was an ink painting on it.
With just a few strokes, a landscape is drawn.
When the picture scroll was opened, everyone only felt a sense of landscape, blowing towards them.
It seems that he is not in a luxurious palace, but in the middle of the green mountains and beautiful waters, and only feels relaxed and happy.
"Impression! It's a mood!"
During the banquet, someone couldn't help but exclaim in shock!
Hearing these whispers, the prince smiled slightly.
This is the treasure that he spent more than half a year and painstakingly scouring from overseas.
He pulled the scroll away again, and a bright red print appeared at the bottom of the painting.
"Xu Daozi"
Three words caught everyone's eyes.
"Could this be... the real work of the painter Xu Daozi?!"
Those who knew the goods in the room recognized the seal at a glance.
Legend has it that the painting saint Xu Daozi was infatuated with painting all his life, and finally opened another painting road outside the Three Thousand Avenues!
With heaven and earth as paper, with spiritual energy as danqing, everything you draw with a single stroke can come true!
Comparable to the words of a great Confucianism!
"That's right, this painting is the painting of Saint Xu Daozi in his early years!"
The prince straightened his waist and said loudly: "Although there is no power of spirituality in the painting, its artistic conception has already begun to take shape."
"This painting is extremely rare. My grandson sent people overseas to chase him for half a year."
"It's for the grandmother on her birthday."
"The royal grandmother is auspicious!"
After some words, everyone could not help but nodded slightly.
Those who looked down on the picture scroll just now were also secretly annoyed in their hearts.
This picture scroll, regardless of the value.
For those who love poetry and painting, the value of the early authentic paintings of the saint Xu Daozi is far more than the treasures of heaven and earth that were sent before.
"Huian, you have a heart."
The Empress Dowager looked at the scroll and nodded in satisfaction.
She lived a prosperous life and ruled the world for several years.
What wonders in the world haven't seen?
She has long lost interest in those external things.
The picture scroll presented by the prince was exactly what she wanted.
And for this prince, she is also very satisfied.
Wen Tao and martial arts are strategic, strategizing, and mediating between the government and the government. The appearance of the emperor has begun to take shape.
It just doesn't seem to have a good relationship with his siblings.
"Grandma, this is what the grandson should do."
The prince was delighted in his heart, but there was no wave on his face. After another salute, he returned to the banquet.
Finally, he glanced at Princess Huaisu's side provocatively.
The reward is still going on.
After a few more princes and princesses, it was finally Huaisu's turn.
"The eldest princess, Huai Su, presents a poem, wishing the queen mother a boundless long life!"
As soon as the ceremony official said this, the reaction at the banquet was even bigger than before the prince.
poetry?
Everyone couldn't help but look at the eldest princess, although this eldest princess was incomparably talented and known to everyone.
But writing poetry is not just about talent.
You have to experience it, and you have to be baptized by the precipitation of time and time.
However, what everyone did not expect was that the eldest princess did not attend, but said to the queen mother,
"Grandmother, Huaisu asked for a poem for you."
The queen mother nodded lightly, she liked the eldest princess Huaisu very much.
Because she saw her own shadow in her body.
-Except for the regent.
"Huaisu, both of you and Huai'an have a heart, what is this poem?" the queen mother asked.
"Grandmother, Huaisu has brought the poets with you."
After all, Jiang Nan walked out of the room.
"The queen mother, in the south of the Yangtze River, at the invitation of the eldest princess, I will dedicate a poem to you."
The queen mother nodded.
Everyone frowned.
I thought it was the eldest princess who wrote poems, but I didn't expect to pull out a younger scholar.
Jiangnan?
This person is in the academic world, but I have never heard of it.
What kind of poetry can he make?
The prince sneered in his heart.
He had seen Jiangnan, a man who cultivated Taoism and practiced martial arts.
How can it be possible to study through complicated and obscure poetry.
It's not just him, in fact, most people don't have any hope that this young scholar can make any good poems.
During the banquet, some old scholars who have studied poetry and prose all their lives.
He even looked at Jiangnan with disdain, secretly thinking in his heart,
"Does this little boy understand how to write poetry?"
"You dare to speak madly at this banquet?"
"I just don't know how high the sky is!"
I just finished working overtime, and I wrote a chapter while eating, asking for a ticket emmm
(End of this chapter)
Five days passed in a blink of an eye.
Jiangnan has been staying in Ning'an Palace for the past few days.
After the last time the prince was deflated, there was no new movement for a few days.
But Princess Huaisu concluded that his suspicions and fears would probably dissipate only when he successfully ascended the throne.
·
Today, April [-]th, is also the [-]th birthday of the Empress Dowager.
Since last night, the entire palace has been brightly lit, and the imperial kitchen has been busy all night.
The Imperial Forest Army, who was in charge of vigilance, also played up the spirit of twelve points.
Although there is nothing wrong with this juncture, if there is an emergency, Wu Tieguo will become a joke in the world.
In such an atmosphere, it was time for the sunrise.
The Wanshou Palace, civil and military officials, and the envoys of the Zhou state all entered in an orderly manner.
Jiangnan followed Princess Huaisu and Qinger through the back door and arrived early.
The Longevity Palace is a palace dedicated to holding banquets.
Its decoration is extremely luxurious, with warm white jade pavement, dark inlaid gold beads, and carved dragons and phoenixes on the four walls.
On the top of the palace is a huge luminous bead, which illuminates the entire lobby as if it were daytime even at night.
The seats are arranged one by one.
The graceful Empress Dowager and the majestic King Wu Tie stand above it.
Below it are the imperial relatives, civil and military officials, and Zhou envoys.
During the banquet, agarwood committed the crime, and the hundred-year-old bamboo green was the banquet.
On the table, there are golden foot bottles, jade plates, and a dazzling variety of pastries.
As soon as Mao Shi arrived, the bell outside the palace rang, resounding throughout the capital.
The Queen Mother's birthday banquet has officially begun!
Wu Tiewang, who was wearing an imperial robe, stood up from his seat and gave a loud congratulatory message.
He is about forty years old, his hair is black, his face is rigid, and his eyes are as deep as the sea, and he is not angry or arrogant.
On the other hand, the Queen Mother, who is in her sixtieth year, is already slightly old, and her temples are gray.
But from the facial features that have been baptized over the years, it can still be seen that she was a beauty who was destined to be a beautiful woman.
At this moment, her eyes narrowed slightly, and she looked peaceful.
But no one dared to despise this woman.
About 20 years ago, the middle way of the first emperor collapsed, and the current king is still young, and the internal situation of Wutie is in chaos.
It was this queen mother who took over the jade seal and ruled the world.
He used iron and blood to eliminate the government and killed the Meridian Gate. It is said that in the execution ground at that time, the blood clots of Wuyangyang were coagulated into dark red tofu.
Older people, thinking of that scene, shuddered all over.
After King Wu Tie's brief congratulatory speech, it was time to return the gift.
A red-robed ceremonial official walked to the front of the hall, followed by a servant girl, holding a golden plate with a stack of gift folds inside.
The red-robed ceremonial official cleared his throat, opened the first book, and said loudly:
"King Daxia Yue'an, I will give you a pair of azure jade bi, a box of golden lotus roots, and a hundred Tianshan building trees... I wish the queen mother a long life!"
The voice resounded in the Longevity Palace, and everyone turned to look.
I saw a dignified middle-aged man in the room, got up, and greeted King Wu Tie and the Queen Mother.
King Yuean of Daxia can also be regarded as the Queen Mother's maiden family. This trip is to represent Daxia and come to celebrate his birthday.
Seeing him, the graceful queen mother on the high seat raised the corners of her mouth slightly, as if remembering something interesting.
When she married Wu Tie, it was in her youth, and that was King Yue An, who was just a little boy running around all over the place.
Even though they haven't seen each other for many years, there is a sense of intimacy in the blood.
See you.
Immediately afterwards, the ceremonial officer continued to pay tribute.
Everyone who is read as a person stands up and salutes.
It not only expresses congratulations, but also represents the attitude of the forces behind it.
And because of the special relationship between Wu Tie and Da Xia, as well as another layer of identity of the Queen Mother.
Therefore, the surrounding big countries and small countries, large and small sects, all sent people.
After the birthday ceremony is over, the outsiders are the royal relatives, civil and military officials.
The first person to take the lead was the Prince of the East Palace.
"Crown Prince Huai'an, give a scroll of ancient paintings, and wish the Queen Mother a long life!"
As soon as the ceremony official said a word, the expressions of the people below changed slightly.
The crown prince, that is above ten thousand people, and is the grandson of the empress dowager.
Why did you send a painting?
The prince stood up from the seat and gave a deep salute.
The people behind him understood and handed a long black wooden box to him.
"Grandmother, grandson knows that you are fascinated by poetry and painting, so I have found an ancient scroll for you, please take a look."
After that, the prince opened the wooden box and took out a scroll of quaint picture scrolls.
When the yellowed paper was opened, there was an ink painting on it.
With just a few strokes, a landscape is drawn.
When the picture scroll was opened, everyone only felt a sense of landscape, blowing towards them.
It seems that he is not in a luxurious palace, but in the middle of the green mountains and beautiful waters, and only feels relaxed and happy.
"Impression! It's a mood!"
During the banquet, someone couldn't help but exclaim in shock!
Hearing these whispers, the prince smiled slightly.
This is the treasure that he spent more than half a year and painstakingly scouring from overseas.
He pulled the scroll away again, and a bright red print appeared at the bottom of the painting.
"Xu Daozi"
Three words caught everyone's eyes.
"Could this be... the real work of the painter Xu Daozi?!"
Those who knew the goods in the room recognized the seal at a glance.
Legend has it that the painting saint Xu Daozi was infatuated with painting all his life, and finally opened another painting road outside the Three Thousand Avenues!
With heaven and earth as paper, with spiritual energy as danqing, everything you draw with a single stroke can come true!
Comparable to the words of a great Confucianism!
"That's right, this painting is the painting of Saint Xu Daozi in his early years!"
The prince straightened his waist and said loudly: "Although there is no power of spirituality in the painting, its artistic conception has already begun to take shape."
"This painting is extremely rare. My grandson sent people overseas to chase him for half a year."
"It's for the grandmother on her birthday."
"The royal grandmother is auspicious!"
After some words, everyone could not help but nodded slightly.
Those who looked down on the picture scroll just now were also secretly annoyed in their hearts.
This picture scroll, regardless of the value.
For those who love poetry and painting, the value of the early authentic paintings of the saint Xu Daozi is far more than the treasures of heaven and earth that were sent before.
"Huian, you have a heart."
The Empress Dowager looked at the scroll and nodded in satisfaction.
She lived a prosperous life and ruled the world for several years.
What wonders in the world haven't seen?
She has long lost interest in those external things.
The picture scroll presented by the prince was exactly what she wanted.
And for this prince, she is also very satisfied.
Wen Tao and martial arts are strategic, strategizing, and mediating between the government and the government. The appearance of the emperor has begun to take shape.
It just doesn't seem to have a good relationship with his siblings.
"Grandma, this is what the grandson should do."
The prince was delighted in his heart, but there was no wave on his face. After another salute, he returned to the banquet.
Finally, he glanced at Princess Huaisu's side provocatively.
The reward is still going on.
After a few more princes and princesses, it was finally Huaisu's turn.
"The eldest princess, Huai Su, presents a poem, wishing the queen mother a boundless long life!"
As soon as the ceremony official said this, the reaction at the banquet was even bigger than before the prince.
poetry?
Everyone couldn't help but look at the eldest princess, although this eldest princess was incomparably talented and known to everyone.
But writing poetry is not just about talent.
You have to experience it, and you have to be baptized by the precipitation of time and time.
However, what everyone did not expect was that the eldest princess did not attend, but said to the queen mother,
"Grandmother, Huaisu asked for a poem for you."
The queen mother nodded lightly, she liked the eldest princess Huaisu very much.
Because she saw her own shadow in her body.
-Except for the regent.
"Huaisu, both of you and Huai'an have a heart, what is this poem?" the queen mother asked.
"Grandmother, Huaisu has brought the poets with you."
After all, Jiang Nan walked out of the room.
"The queen mother, in the south of the Yangtze River, at the invitation of the eldest princess, I will dedicate a poem to you."
The queen mother nodded.
Everyone frowned.
I thought it was the eldest princess who wrote poems, but I didn't expect to pull out a younger scholar.
Jiangnan?
This person is in the academic world, but I have never heard of it.
What kind of poetry can he make?
The prince sneered in his heart.
He had seen Jiangnan, a man who cultivated Taoism and practiced martial arts.
How can it be possible to study through complicated and obscure poetry.
It's not just him, in fact, most people don't have any hope that this young scholar can make any good poems.
During the banquet, some old scholars who have studied poetry and prose all their lives.
He even looked at Jiangnan with disdain, secretly thinking in his heart,
"Does this little boy understand how to write poetry?"
"You dare to speak madly at this banquet?"
"I just don't know how high the sky is!"
I just finished working overtime, and I wrote a chapter while eating, asking for a ticket emmm
(End of this chapter)