Datang Longya

Chapter 65 Space-Time Level Pirated Ancient Poetry
"A royal pen!"

The words shocked everyone!Han Chongwen and Du Ruhui didn't grab the cup, the tea spilled all over the floor, and even the Patriarchs of Qiwang almost stood up!

A royal pen!The emperor's personal belongings are never easily rewarded to his ministers, and those who can get this kind of reward are all meritorious ministers!After Li Shimin ascended the throne, Fang Xuanling's achievements have never been rewarded by the imperial pen!

Everyone was gearing up and preparing to show their strengths. Fang Xuanling and Du Ruhui, who had just gathered together and talked quietly, separated.

Lao Yuan clapped his hands, and everyone saw the waiter carry up the table and offer pens, ink, paper and inkstones. There was also a box on the table, its purpose was unknown.

Lao Yuan pointed to the box and said: "In order to avoid fairness and justice, the poems should be chanted and recorded on the spot. The titles of the poems are also randomly selected!"

Wang Xian, head of the Wang family in Taiyuan, said with a smile: "This arrangement is very good, lest some villains have already found someone to write a manuscript to make up for it!"

In front of everyone, Lao Yuan wrote notes on multiple themes according to everyone's suggestions, shuffled the order and stuffed them into a box, and then handed the box to the eunuch in front of the tent: "Your Majesty, please choose a topic."

Li Shimin said leisurely: "No need, Han Chongwen, you are the most prestigious Confucian in Chang'an, so it's up to you to choose the topic!"

The eunuch handed the box to Han Chongwen again, Han Chongwen rolled up his sleeves, closed his eyes and picked a random one in the box.

The old man unfolded the note: "Nong!"

Zheng Yan, the head of the Zheng family in Xingyang, winked at Zheng Jin, the servant of Si Xunsi. Zheng Jin didn't even think about it, and immediately got up to the table and started writing. Although there were a few pauses on the way, it was done in one go.

The quality of poems is important, but the ability to write poems quickly can also beat the crowd!
After Zheng Jin finished writing, he read directly: "Plant the seeds in spring, and loosen the soil in midsummer. After harvesting in late autumn, hold the ears and wait for the cold winter."

Zheng Yan nodded in satisfaction, a poem with spring, autumn, winter and summer, and it is still catchy to read, it seems that this clansman has not let go of his knowledge even after becoming an official, not bad!good! !

Du Ruhui had already finished the draft, but when he saw that this guy actually wrote a poem directly, he couldn't help feeling that this guy was no less than Cao Zhi's seven-step poem.

Zheng Yan smiled and cupped his hands: "Can all the talented people have poetry advice?"

Wang Xian said contemptuously: "Your family is Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon! This poem is written in one go, what else can we compare!"

Seeing this, Lao Yuan handed Zheng Jin's poem to the eunuch.

Li Shimin, who is the "manager of the field", is also responsible for refereeing. After receiving the poem handed over by the eunuch, Li Shimin tore the piece of paper to pieces!

Although the tent blocked Li Shimin's expression, he could still see his movements, and everyone in the hall was startled!Zheng Jin hurriedly fell to the ground.

The old Yuan asked cautiously: "Your Majesty, why did you tear up this poem?"

Li Shimin's angry voice came out: ""Shuowen Jiezi" says: poetry is ambition. Poetry is what expresses emotions. This poem seems to rhyme neatly, but there is no emotion. There is more!"

After Leng Feng put on his mask, Li Shimin ordered the eunuch to open the tent.

Li Shimin stretched out his hands, revealing the calluses on his hands: "Look at my hands. These are left over from my spring plowing. The purpose of the imperial court's spring plowing ceremony is to let the ministers experience the hard work of farming. You are the Minister of Si Xun , Have you ever looked at the land you planted for a second time this year? Do you know what a 'ear' is? You probably don't know. If you know what an ear is, it is impossible to write a poem of 'holding ears for the cold winter'! "

Han Chongwen said to Zheng Jin, who was kneeling on the ground: "The so-called 'ear' is the ear of grain. When the farmer harvests in autumn, the rice grains on the ear will be beaten, husked into rice, and hoarded. Even if the seeds are saved Few tassels are left!"

It was only then that Zheng Jin suddenly realized!

Li Shimin snorted, and said, "Zheng Jin, you should let go of the errand of Si Xun and finish your spring farming as a land attendant. You will resume your job after you have eaten the food you grew yourself!"

Zheng Jin said with difficulty: "Minister, accept the decree!"

After Zheng Jin left in despair, Li Shimin looked at all the high crowns and asked, "Who else has 'nong' poems?"

Who would dare to open their mouth easily after something like Zheng Jin happened!
At this moment, Li Chengqian came out: "I want to tell my father, my son has a poem, I don't know if I can make a fool of myself!"

Li Shimin looked at Li Chengqian and said: "The people here are all well-educated scholars of the Tang Dynasty. You, a child, come out to show your ugliness, and you still don't step back!"

Thinking of Li Chengqian's performance, Fang Xuanling hurriedly said: "Your Majesty, since the prince wants to compose poems, let him do it! We can also check for the prince!"

Li Shimin nodded and said to Li Chengqian, "Let's write!"

Li Chengqian picked up the pen and wrote a poem in one go. After drying the ink, he said "shyly": "In the midsummer of last year, my son witnessed the hard work of farmers weeding, so he wrote a poem about it: the day of hoeing at noon." , The sweat drops to the ground. Who knows that every grain of Chinese food is hard work."

"Good poem!" Yao Silian and Han Chongwen jumped up at the same time!

Fang Xuanling hurriedly took the paper from Li Chengqian's hand, as if holding a treasure.

Patriarch Qiwang's face was ashen, it was hard to believe that this poem was written by such a child as Li Chengqian.However, the topic of "agriculture" was proposed by Li Cheng, the head of the Li family in Longxi...

Li Shimin turned his head and said to Leng Feng: "This poem is very familiar, I remember it was you who sang it! Cheng Qian stole your poem to win, isn't it a bit..."

Leng Feng gave Li Shimin a blank look: "A disciple's use of master's poems, can it be said that it is embezzlement?"

Of course, this poem is also Li Shen's masterpiece after Leng Feng misappropriated it for more than 100 years, but can the theft through time and space be called theft?

Li Shimin could only pretend to be very relieved and said to Li Chengqian: "You can know the hard work of the farmers and the hard-won food on the plate, very good! I will give you my imperial pen!"

After Li Shimin finished speaking, the eunuch who accompanied him gave a small brocade box to Li Chengqian. Li Chengqian took the brocade box but did not accept it. Instead, he walked up to Han Chongwen and said, "Mr. Be one of the most admired people. I would like to use my father as a gift and give it to my husband!"

Han Chongwen had been salivating over the imperial pen for a long time, and after taking it, he said with relief: "The prince of the Tang Dynasty is well aware of the sufferings of the Li people, and I am waiting for the blessing!"

Li Cheng saw that Li Chengqian and Han Chongwen were in a daze of flattering each other, so he couldn't help saying to Lao Yuan: "Since the 'poetry' item has come out, can we start the 'ci' competition?"

The old man took out the box again: "Hehe, of course you can. Regarding the item of 'words', the prizes set up by His Majesty are - Yumo, Yuyan!"

Ah!The four treasures of the study, pen, ink, paper and inkstone.The appearance of the imperial brush is already a surprise, and now there are ink and inkstone!Just don't know what "paper" is!
Lao Yuan held the box in front of Han Chongwen again, Han Chongwen still rolled up his sleeves, closed his eyes, and stretched out his hand...

"campaign!"

　It's easy for me to make a poem, but it's not enough to write lyrics... If it goes well, I can update it at night, but if it doesn't go well, I can only post it tomorrow... Please forgive me. PS: Please bookmark recommended tickets, etc...

　　


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