Chapter 17 first quarter

The sky is full of the moon that has passed a day after the full moon. The moonlight slanted down from the sky above the eaves, reflecting on the narrow corridor. In the moonlight, Minamoto and Abe Seimei were drinking from each other. Between Qingming and Boya who were sitting opposite each other on the narrow corridor, there was a bottle of wine.When they drank all the wine in their glasses, the two would inadvertently reach out and pour wine into the glasses themselves. Each pours and drinks by itself. The garden is densely covered with summer grass.There are dewdrops on the grass blades, and each dewdrop is like the moon dwelling in it, shining brightly.

A few fireflies danced in the dark. When fireflies land on the ground, it is almost impossible to tell whether it is dewdrops or the light of fireflies. Seimei was wearing a loose white safari, leaning against a pillar with one knee propped up.Holding the wine glass in his left hand, he occasionally brought the wine glass to his lips. Watching the moonlight, Boya sighed intoxicatedly, took another sip of wine, his eyes were fascinated, and he muttered to himself: "Qingming, the night is so comfortable tonight." Qingming just responded to Boya without saying a word, and let Boya talk to himself most of the time.

Qingming's lips often have a faint smile, and every time he delivers wine to his lips, it seems to be giving birth to a smile on the corners of his lips. Boya seemed to suddenly remember something. "By the way, Qingming, have you heard about that incident a while ago?" "Which thing?" "The matter between the emperor and Bunshi Sugawara." "What's up?" "The emperor summoned Mr. Wen Shi and ordered him to accompany the emperor to compose poems." "Yellow warbler?" "So you already knew?" Qingming murmured softly: "Gong Ying sings to Xiao Guang."

"Exactly this!" Boya patted his knee. The thing is this: A while ago, when Emperor Murakami summoned Sugawara, he ordered him to write a poem. Among the emperors of all dynasties, Emperor Murakami loved the way of elegance.Not only is he deeply interested in art and literature, but he is also good at musical instruments such as Japanese harp and pipa.Occasionally, he also sings and composes poems. He is a gifted scholar. During this period, reciting songs refers to writing waka; while the so-called writing poetry refers to writing Chinese poems. The topic that Boya raised was precisely the matter of Emperor Murakami's poems.

The title of the poem is "Gongying Sings to Xiaoguang".The poem is as follows: It means: At dawn, the oriole hides in the dew-covered flowers and sings leisurely; when the moon slant westward, it hides in the shadow of the willow tree and sings loudly. Emperor Murakami liked the poem he wrote very much, so he ordered his valet: "Go to the palace when you summon Sugawara Bun." Sugawara Buntoki is the leading contemporary literati, and also Sugawara Michizane (Sugawara Michizane was born in 844 AD and died in 903 AD. Influenced by his father, he entered politics as a literati and passed the general examination at the age of 26. Zeng For a while, he created the "rule of wide peace", but was squeezed out by other nobles. He was demoted from the position of the right minister to Fukuoka Dazaifu as an official, and died in Fukuoka two years later. "The instructor, who specializes in teaching poetry and history, the official position is from the fifth rank, Tang named Hanlin Bachelor, Article Bachelor, etc.).

When Emperor Murakami summoned Sugawara, he asked him to read the poem he had just finished and asked him for his opinion. "How did the poem go?" "Pretty good." Wen Shi replied. "You can write a song too." Emperor Murakami ordered Sugawara Bunshi to write another poem with the same title. At this time, Wenshi's poems are as follows: The meaning is probably: at dawn, when the moon is slanting to the west, the oriole sings among the flowers; when the lights in the nave are not extinguished, it sings in the bamboo forest in front of the courtyard. After reading it, Emperor Murakami sighed: "I think this topic is outstanding, and Wenshi's writing is also outstanding."

Emperor Murakami believes that under this topic, the poems he wrote should be unmatched, but the poems written by Buntoki are also very outstanding.So the emperor said to Wen Shi: "Let's compare and see." "what?" "Wen Shi, let's compare your poems and my poems, which one is better?" When Wen Shi heard it, he was in a dilemma. "My minister believes that the emperor's works are extremely outstanding, especially the seven characters in the next sentence, which are better than Wenshi..." "otherwise." That's not the case—Emperor Murakami disagreed with what Buntoki said.

"What you said was flattering. Tell me your opinion honestly, otherwise, you will not be allowed to discuss anything with me in the future." Wen Shi was at a loss, pressed his forehead to the floor, and honestly admitted that the emperor's poems and his own poems were no different. "In fact, imperial poems and Wenshi's poems are equivalent." "In that case, you swear here." Emperor Murakami still forced Wen Toki to tell the truth. "In fact, Wen Shi's poems are slightly better." When I was at a loss for writing, I had to admit that my poems were indeed slightly better than the emperor's poems.After finishing speaking, he "run away" and retreated.

"In the end, Qingming, after listening to the text, after the adults honestly recruited, the emperor felt very sorry." Hey, I really feel sorry for Wen Shi—— "The emperor said so, and he was full of praise for Mr. Wen Shi, who honestly said that his poems are outstanding." "That man is like that." Qingming smiled slightly. The "that man" Seimei said refers to Emperor Murakami.Boya was about to accuse, but Qingming said, "Well, Boya, do you know what happened last night?" "Last night? What? I don't know." "Bo Ya, in fact, there are other people who were deeply moved after hearing about this incident."

"Deeply moved?" "Do you know Lord Oe Asatsuna?" "Oh, of course I know. The article doctor who passed away in the first year of Tentoku (AD 957) about eight or nine years ago, right?" "Ok." "What's up with him?" "That's how it goes..." Seimei began to explain the ins and outs.