Chapter 104:
Whether those poems were genuinely Su Lis creations or not became inconsequential.
Once Su Lis words were out, every poet would view him as an adversary!
If he called them well-frogs, then in his eyes, what were they?
Both of them were poets, and even if he wrote somewhat better, it didnt warrant such disdain, did it?
Throughout history, no one stood alone in literature or martial arts. It had to be said, with just one sentence, Su Li managed to offend readers everywhere!
Now, lets see how he dealt with the aftermath!
Yang Qingbai looked at Su Li with a somewhat malicious satisfaction. Seeing his smug expression, Su Li couldnt help but laugh.
He said Su Lis style wasnt consistent. Lacked life experience? Poetry should reflect inner thoughts.
Su Li told them what true literary elegance was and how to make words come alive!
My style went far beyond these limitations!
At this point, Su Li picked up a wine jar at hand. He casually broke the seal and took a few hearty sips.
Your most famous poem is about wine. So Ill use wine as the theme!
Su Li glanced sideways at Yang Qingbai and began speaking loudly.
Su Li, with a hundred poems on wine, sleeps in taverns along the streets of Changan. When summoned by the Emperor, he declines the boat, proclaiming himself a wine deity.
As his words fell, everyone was astonished.
Yang Qingbai found himself gaping in disbelief.
He had come on behalf of Zhangsun Chong to invite Su Li to a poetry event. However, Su Li responded with a poem of his own.
In just four lines, it exuded an overwhelming audacity. Declining even the Emperors request to meet, insinuating himself as a deity of wine.
At that moment, a hushed silence fell across the room. But this was only the beginning.
Those who abandon me, yesterdays day must not linger
A pot of wine amidst the flowers, I drink alone with no companions. I raise my cup to invite the bright moon, facing my reflection. We become three persons
If the bright moon could be had, I would raise my cup to ask the clear sky
Furious, hair disheveled, leaning on the railing, the drizzling rain finally stops
A thousand-layered pagoda stands on the mountain. At the roosters crowing, the sun shall rise
Dont worry about the road ahead. You dont know yourself. No one in the world knows you!
Could it be that Consort Su Li had been continuously composing poems without pause?
They were astounded once again as they closely read the poems on the wall!
Each poem was enough to be passed down through generations. Upon closer examination, they realized that these poems spanned various styles, evoking various emotions.
Involuntarily, these scholars recalled the recent rumor that had been spreading like wildfire in Changan City.
The rumor claimed Consort Su Li was a hypocrite deceiving the world and stealing fame. Many scholars fond of literature were initially inclined to believe the convincing rumor.
But now, witnessing the poems firsthand, they suddenly realized. They had been confined to their narrow perspectives and had never truly understood the realm of genius.
Time continued to pass.
As the initial scholars called their friends, more and more gathered around the mansions gate. Before long, they had completely blocked the main road leading to the princesss mansion.
There were crowds of people everywhere, constantly moving. As newcomers couldnt squeeze in, they had to rely on word of mouth from those in front of them.
But this approach couldnt possibly capture the full essence of all the poems. Most of what they heard were scattered quatrains.
Yet, the posted poems were just too numerous to take in.
Hundreds of lines of fragmented poetry circulated, leaving those behind frustrated, wishing they could rush to the wall and see clearly.
At this point, a few servants appeared carrying ladders from inside the gate. They began to remove the poems that had already covered the wall.
This action immediately prompted a collective outcry of protest from the thousands of scholars watching. These scholars thought that the poetry display was over. However, the following scene left everyone astonished.
Another group of servants emerged and posted poems on the new empty wall. The poems on the wall were swapped for a new set in a short while.
The news quickly spread through the crowd, causing a commotion. At this point, there was only one thought in the minds of these scholars that made them shudder with realization.
Consort Su Li, is he still composing poetry?
This round of replacements had the later scholars pounding their chests in frustration. They recognized a grave issue!
Since the poems on the wall had already been replaced once, they would be replaced again.
They hadnt even seen the full content of the previous poems. If this cycle continued, wouldnt they miss out?
A well-off scholar immediately waved his money, attempting to reach the front. However, no one was willing to give up their spot, leading to a momentary chaos.
Considering they were all individuals concerned with their dignity, a quick agreement was reached among the scholars. The scholars in the back collectively raised money and asked the scholars in front to copy the poems on the wall.
Immediately, tables and chairs were brought in, and dozens of scholars sat beneath the wall, writing diligently. Other scholars were eagerly awaiting their turn from behind.
As the copied poems grew in number, some well-intentioned individuals copied their own set to send to friends who couldnt be there.
Engrossed in the exquisite poetry, the scholars had lost track of time. Unbeknownst to them, the hour of the pig had already passed.
