The rise of the prince

Chapter 380 The Poetry of Disobedience

After Yu Chengan sent someone over to investigate, the banquet continued.

Wang Tong couldn't help but sigh in his heart, the land of the capital, under the feet of the Son of Heaven, is indeed not comparable to Jiangzhou.

Not to mention the bustling scene of the capital, but the people are so sophisticated, the communication between people is much more enthusiastic and natural, and he doesn't know many of the people present, but there is no barrier when they speak, which makes him feel like a spring breeze.

Everyone was still chatting enthusiastically, and everyone also asked him how he was, whether he could get used to coming to the capital, and whether he needed help.

Wang Tong was moved in his heart, he cupped his hands and said: "Thank you, my colleagues, I am very comfortable in Beijing. There is nothing I am not used to. I appreciate your kindness."

"Your Majesty Wang, you are welcome. I just got some treasures. They are Jurchen musks that were transported from the Bohai Sea. My lord is exhausted. I will ask someone to send some to the prime minister's house tomorrow to soothe the nerves and help sleep." said.

"How can I bother you to spend money?" He still wanted to refuse.

But Zhang Rang waved his hand, "What's wrong with Mr. Wang? We are all colleagues. We need to support and help each other in the future. This trivial matter is nothing. If you don't agree, you won't give Zhang face."

"Hahaha Master Zhang is joking, then I'd rather be respectful than obedient."

"That's right."

After finishing speaking, everyone laughed, and Du Zhi envoy Xue Fang got up to persuade him to drink, and proposed a drinking order. Everyone readily agreed and drank happily.

After a while, the servant who was called to inquire about the commotion came back and whispered something in Yu Chengan's ear.

Yu Chengan nodded after hearing this, and then pressed his hand: "Everyone, please listen to me."

As soon as he opened his mouth, everyone quieted down. Yu Chengan smiled and said, "It was noisy over there just now. I asked someone to read it. It turns out that a talented person wrote a good poem. It seems to be written by a talented person from Suzhou. It attracted crowds to watch, so it was noisy."

Everyone became interested when they heard it. It must be a masterpiece that can cause such a big commotion. No matter how you say it, it will be good. Most of the people here are literati, and they are good at poetry and poetry, and they think highly of themselves.

Zhang Rang first smiled and said: "Since it is a good poem by the younger generations, let's share it and appreciate it. Everyone praises it. It was a good time to support future generations. But if you compare it with Ci Zongyu Xiangci Fu, no matter how good the poem is, it will be too late." To be dwarfed by comparison.”

"Hahaha, Mr. Zhang is right."

"Yu Xiang's talent is indeed beyond the reach of ordinary people."

"That's right, every time Xiang Yu went to the poetry meeting, he was not an honored guest, how can ordinary people compare to it."

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Everyone said something to each other, but Yu Chengan just stroked his beard and smiled without saying a word.

Wang Tong frowned slightly, didn't say anything, just laughed along, but didn't say flattering words.Yu Chengan is indeed talented, and he is also a frequent visitor to poetry clubs. His poems are all excellent, but he always feels that the title of "Ci Zong" is not good enough.

After everyone had finished talking, Yu Chengan smiled even more happily, and called the servants who came to inquire: "Please read that so-called excellent work to all the adults, I am of the same rank as all the adults."

The servant cupped his hands, then took out the paper he was copying, and began to read: "Poetry is untitled, seven words and four sentences.

Zeguo Jiangshan entered the battle map, Shengmin He Jile Qiaosu.According to Jun Mo's words, you can seal the marquis' affairs, and once you succeed, your bones will dry up."

"One will succeed and ten thousand will die"

When the voice of the servants fell, Wang Tong could clearly feel the noise in the distance getting louder, and he could still hear the waves of water outside the hall and the crowing of frogs in the river. It was not because the noise in the distance became more noisy, but because the table became quieter.

The servant's recitation was average, with a slight cadence, but it was not good, he was short of energy, and his stamina was not strong, but after listening to it, his heart was shocked, and he felt like waves rolling in
In an instant, he understood the weight of the poem, and the majestic compassion flooded the sky, making it almost difficult for him to breathe or speak.

"Good poem, good poem." He whispered, and couldn't help admiring the poet in his heart, such a talent, such a heroic heart, and a heart for the people of the world, it is admirable!
When he was filled with emotions, he raised his eyes slightly, only to find that Yu Chengan's smile on the other side slowly faded away.

Seeing this, Tong Guan smiled and said, "Hahaha, good poems are good poems, but the level of poetry is definitely not as good as Yu Xiang."

As soon as he spoke, the surrounding became quieter, the atmosphere was awkward, and no one made a sound
Tong Guan is the commander of the horse army of the guards. As a warrior, he must not know the poetry and the weight of the poem, so he would say such a thing and make such a joke, but such a joke, no one easy to pick up.

Wang Tong carefully looked at Yu Xiang's face by the light of the fire, and his face became even uglier.

Zhang Rang next to him rolled his eyes, stood up and said: "From my point of view, the poem is a good poem, indeed, it can be called a masterpiece, but there is a problem with the writing of this poem!
How do the living people plan to enjoy Qiaosu?Does this mean that countries should not go to war?The family and the country are in turmoil, so where does Le Qiaosu come from? It's simply confusing right and wrong. Could it be that the emperor wants to fight a war, because he wants to make the world stable and the people live and work in peace and contentment. "As soon as he opened his mouth, he changed the subject instantly, and stopped commenting on who is better between the poem and Yu Xiang's words.

As he spoke, he cupped his hands again: "There are still the last two sentences, relying on Jun Mo's words to enshrine the marquis, once the general will be successful, it is even more treasonous and immoral. It is clearly instigating people in the world not to serve the Holy One, and it is clearly teaching people to be selfish Self-interested, disregarding the overall situation, such disobedient words! His heart can be punished."

"Master Zhang is right"

"Indeed, no matter how good the diction of this poem is, and how gorgeous the brush and ink are, how can it be compared with Yu Xiang's talent if the poem expresses itself with words, but the conception is wrong."

"I think people who write poems should be well educated."

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Everyone echoed, Yu Chengan's complexion improved, and he waved his hand to stop everyone: "Everyone, I am a sinner who has been talking nonsense, everyone, please don't talk nonsense, but well, this poem is indeed inappropriate. As elders, we Master, you really should preach and preach."

As he spoke, he brought two of them to the nursing home: "Go, invite the author of this poem over here."

The four girls played poker for a while, and Shiyu stopped playing.

Gillian, Qiu'er and Yue'er changed their game and started playing Dou Dizhu.

After a while, Yan Shen came with four nursing homes, saying that Yan Yan was worried and let him come.

Li Xingzhou took a look around and saw that there were indeed people coming and going, so he asked them to watch by the river with the maid, keeping an eye on the three little girls who were playing cards, while he went out for a walk with poetry.

"Are you unhappy tonight?" Sitting on the grass by the river, Shiyu asked him.

Li Xingzhou smiled, and held her pretty hand: "How did you see that? I didn't have a sad face, and I didn't say anything, I was still smiling."

Shiyu's face was slightly red, and she glanced back quietly. Seeing that no one noticed the situation, she didn't break free from his big hand: "I just know." She said softly, raising her chin slightly, a little proud.

"Hahahaha, yes, there is me in the two of you, and you in me, of course you know what I think." Li Xingzhou raised his eyebrows and smiled wickedly.

Shiyu blushed and pinched him: "Shut up"

Li Xingzhou took her with his long arms, pulled her in front of him, and gently hugged her: "I do have troubles, one big and one small, but I didn't tell anyone about them." Broken hair.

"As for Gillian, I don't want her to worry, and the matter is related to her; for Yue'er, I think she will always be so carefree; for Qiu'er, I don't want her to be distracted by it; and for the rest of the palace, everyone Each perform their duties and have their own worries, this is beyond their comprehension." Li Xingzhou said softly.

There was a cool breeze blowing around, the autumn night was slightly cool, the river surface was sparkling, the flames were jumping, and it was beautiful. Li Xingzhou tightened his arms again, and hugged the poem more tightly.

"Hmph, that's why you have the nerve to bother me." Shiyu turned around and asked him.

(End of this chapter)