Sun God Champion

Chapter 108 War poems, main battle, summation

In the pear garden, Yang An held a pen.

Yang An, who has read thousands of books, naturally has an idea.

He also understood the intention of Li Shiyuan and others to appear in Liyuan.

If you don't want to join the army, you can't show too much.

He was a little annoyed by the fighting spirit of leading the people in the Liyuan just now, and he performed outstandingly again. It was hard for him not to participate in the Eastern Expedition.

After thinking for a moment, Yang An was not in a hurry to start writing.

Anyway, Yang Yan and others are still thinking hard.

When Yang An was annoyed, someone had already written a poem, which was sent to the pavilion in the center of the pear garden by the book boy.

A maid looked at Li Shiyuan and others, and after seeing everyone nodding, she began to recite the poems she had read.

"Conquer the East and claim peace."

"No one talks about border soldiers."

"Zongrao won Taihe Lake."

"Monte mulberry does not grow." (Note 1)

The maid read out gloomyly.

The sentence "Eastern Expedition Reports Peace" means that the Eastern Expedition has been seen to be successful.

All are not born is to show that this person hopes that the Eastern Expedition will be successful, the clouds will be destroyed, the land will be seized, and no grass will grow in the land of resistance.

"Okay, Yunmeng's wolf ambition, we will definitely lose!"

Someone stood up and applauded.

"Strive to be mighty, set your horses to ride the clouds, open up the frontiers and expand the land."

A scholar said in high spirits.

"Brother Tai's words are wrong. After working hard for many years to recuperate, how can we restart the war and make the people's lives difficult."

A blue-clothed scholar stood up and retorted.

"I have a poem for you to appreciate."

After finishing speaking, the scholar Lan Chang handed the written poem to the book boy and sent it to the maid who read it on the pavilion.

"Soldiers stop Huai Bian Kelutong."

"Crows come and go making noise in the cold sky."

"Poor boneless tomb."

"Do all for the general to seek military exploits." (Note 2)

After reading a poem, everyone in the Liyuan was silent.

A poem not only talks about the cruelty brought about by war, but also criticizes those who want to conquer the east and make military exploits.

The word solitary mound expresses the cruelty of war, and it also refers to how many unknown people died.

The following sentence, looking for military exploits, even ridiculed all the dignitaries who supported the Eastern Expedition, all of whom had evil intentions and only wanted to win merits, regardless of the suffering of the Li people.

The scholar in blue clothes stood upright, facing the glaring eyes of everyone.

"I knew it wouldn't go well."

Yang An thought silently in his heart.

Everyone can guess one or two things about the Liyuan Poetry Festival. How could the peacemakers allow it to proceed smoothly.

Since Wang Xi, someone has stood up again.

Everyone can guess Qianhuang's intentions, and naturally there are some people who object.

"Brother Tai is wrong, how could he build a lonely grave instead of destroying his country."

A strong man with a knife on his waist stood up and reprimanded him.

"Great work, outstanding people, and little Yunmeng, how can he stop the big work, and besides, if there is no eastward march, Yunmeng will not move his troops."

The more the strong man talked, the more excited he became.

"Brother, do you have any poems? Hit him hard."

One person quickly reminded.

This is a poetry meeting, and the rebuttal is also based on poetry.

"It's not finished yet."

The strong man sat down with a face of embarrassment.

The scholar in blue is still standing upright
"Brother, do you know the scholar in blue?"

Yang An asked curiously.

This person's attitude is too obvious, he just wants to use poetry to attack the main combat faction.

Yang Yan shook his head.

Like Yang An, he came to Beijing for the first time and didn't know many people.

"This Sun family is a descendant of sages, and their poetry is really sharp."

Someone next to him revealed the identity of this person.

The four major families of the Sun family, the Wang family, the Fan family, and the Ji family are all families that have been passed down for thousands of years and have experienced the rise and fall of several dynasties.

After the founding of the country, the four major families can only be gentle with them.

The background of these families is too strong.

Someone stood up and took out the Book of Songs to refute. Unfortunately, the poems they wrote were not good.

Poetry can be rebutted, even if it is rebutted with poetry, poetry is not as good as it is, and refutation is useful, but it is useless.

Even Yang Yan, who was next to Yang An, took out a poem in vernacular to refute Lan Shang scholar.

It's a pity that poetry can't compare.

This is very angry.

The poems written by others are good, but I can only look at the scholar Lan Chang's face, everyone is drunk and I am sober.

Originally, there were still a few people who still had the will to fight, and a few people turned to the blue-shang scholar, and looked at the group of main fighters with a proud face.

Silent provocation.

Everyone in the pear garden was talking about it.

Since ancient times, there have never been many people who advocate war, and there has never been a shortage of people who seek peace.

Can't say which is bad.

The main battle is to destroy the empire and occupy its territory.

To seek peace is to recuperate.

There are necessary reasons.

If we say which one the people choose, it must be 'summation'.

Only with peace can the people live a good life.

When there is a war, conscription, taxation and other things to search for the people's fat and anointing are indispensable.

But throughout the dynasties, war or peace was decided by the meat eaters.

Only the meat-eater knows how dirty it is.

Another scholar came out to refute, but his poems were not as good as Lan Chang's.

Li Shiyuan on the central pavilion looked ugly, his fighting spirit had gathered, and his goal was considered accomplished.

But in the poetry club, all the poems were suppressed by Lanshang scholar's poems satirizing the Eastern Expedition, which made him look bad.

He looked at the dozen or so deans of the academy next to him.

The Poetry Association cannot let a poem satirizing the Eastern Expedition win the first prize.

Otherwise, if he completes the task of leading the fighting spirit, he will also be labeled as unfavorable by the emperor, which will make his future promotion more difficult.

More than a dozen academy deans looked at each other with ugly expressions.

Lan Chang Scholar's poem is very accomplished, and he has lived up to his reputation as a descendant of sages and sages.

Even if they wrote it themselves, they might not be able to match it.

All of them showed embarrassment.

Amidst everyone's prevarication, a white-clothed scholar was finally pushed out.

The maid reads.

"Moon black geese fly high."

"Emperor Yun fled at night."

"I want to send iron cavalry to chase away."

"The longbow takes the head." (Note 3)

A group of people still had hope when they heard what was said before, but after hearing what was said behind, they all showed regretful expressions
Obviously, the persecution was too hasty, and the man hadn't finished.

If he waits, he may be able to match or even surpass Lan Chang Scholar.

"pity!"

Yang An sighed softly.

The first two sentences have already improved the artistic conception and buried the foreshadowing, but the following verses are a bit like a dog's tail.

If this poem is more refined, it must be a superior poem.

Now that I was born prematurely, I lost that meaning.

Yang An looked at the scholar in white clothes, only to see that the light in the other party's eyes became lifeless after reading the poem, and he was greatly shocked.

Obviously, not only did this person fail today's poetry meeting, but he would definitely not be able to participate in the subsequent Taoist assessment.

There was already a sense of despondency in him.

With this kind of anger, no matter whether you are studying or doing things, you will definitely be doing nothing.

Unless this person can get rid of the predicament in his body, or see through his state of mind, he can achieve something.

Seeing this, Yang An subconsciously picked up a pen and wrote on the paper. After finishing writing, he realized and covered it with his backhand.

"Why is it so close!"

On the side, Yang Yan slapped his thigh, yelling that it's a pity.

If it wasn't for the Poetry Club, everyone would probably want to go head-to-head.

This is also what most warriors like to do most.

Fist and fist clash, real close combat, the winner stands and the loser falls.

Daqian Palace.

Hall of Supreme Harmony.

"He has arrived in Yujing."

Emperor Qian stopped the pen in his hand and asked.

"Arrived this morning."

Someone in the darkness replied.

"What's changed?"

"The cultivation base has broken through to the mid-innate stage, and I have an extra sword box on my body."

"Cultivation breakthrough, more sword boxes, really have great luck, what about the others?"

"The auxiliary medicine on his body is used up."

"After using it up, the absorption speed is really fast."

The people in the dark listened quietly without answering.

"After the age of five, he lost his spirituality. The emperor thought he had lost his luck, but he found it again between life and death. Between life and death, there are opportunities."

"Sure enough, those with great luck are hard to kill!"

Emperor Qian said to himself.

"Continue to arrange people to watch him, and the emperor will see what changes he has."

"Yes."

The man in the dark replied.

"People outside the sky, are you hiding your clumsiness?"

Emperor Qian's eyes were deep, and the breath in front of him was surging, and the gentle wind blew in the hall, and halos emerged from the emperor's head.

Qianhuang's thoughts moved slightly, as if he could split the void and break through the sky.

Withdrawing his gaze, Emperor Qian's breath returned to calm, and he continued to write the memorial.

Wuwenhou Mansion.

"What happened to Liyuan Poetry?"

Hong Xuanji sat on the teacher's chair and took a sip of tea.

"A poem by Sun Minghui from the Sun family is the best!"

The visitor replied respectfully.

"Hmph, Li Shiyuan's strength is not good, nor is his ability."

Hong Xuanji snorted coldly, not getting angry.

"Keep watching, news will continue to come."

"Yes!"

After speaking, the person left.

Hong Xuanji continued to drink tea.

"Eastern Expedition, too urgent."

Hong Xuanji was not optimistic about the Eastern Expedition.

Dagan has banned weapons in recent years.

Folk warriors are not as good as one generation after another.

If you want to conquer the East, Dagan must first let go of the ban on martial arts.

The full name is Xiwu, and the Eastern Expedition is hopeful.

Although Hong Xuanji knew about this, he did not object to Emperor Qian's edict.

The ruler guides his ministers, and the father guides his sons. This is the philosophy he has always followed.

He must obey the emperor's order.

In the pear orchard.

Some people stood up and recited their own poems, and sat down immediately after reading.

One after another began to recite.

Yang An observed for a while, only to realize that someone was beckoning.

If the quality is not enough, then use the quantity to make up.

No matter how good your poem is, I will respond with a hundred poems.

At that time, the quantity surplus exceeds the quality.

The Lanshang scholar also noticed the situation, and the people next to him followed suit and recited poems mainly about "harmony".

For a while, it was you who came and went, so lively.

Yang An looked at it in a daze, this poem would be different from what he thought.

The poems that some people are reading are no longer poems, and they are almost cursed by names.

Yang Yan and the others watched it lively.

Poetry will not come to a heated debate, how can it be wonderful.

Yang An also saw that after they finished cursing, they got up again and continued cursing in the name of poetry.

This also made Yang An really knowledgeable.

"Brother, are all the Dagan Poetry Clubs like this?"

Yang An couldn't help asking.

I always feel that this style of painting is wrong!

Especially when there are people cheering, no matter how you look at it, it looks like a group fight.

In the central pavilion, Li Shiyuan and others were drinking tea and chatting as if nothing happened, and they didn't see the general situation in the Liyuan Poetry Club.

"That should be it!"

Yang Yan controlled his emotions, thought for a while, and replied.

Hearing this, Yang An put down the pen in his hand.

This poetry meeting, what kind of poems to write, just watch the excitement.

The bazaar doesn't necessarily get busier than this.

The scholar Lan Chang stood up straight, with an angry expression on his face.

"Students of my generation understand reason and righteousness, but are not merchants' pawns!"

Scholar Lan Chang's words hurt the hearts of those who were still reciting poems.

"Sun Minghui, the Eastern Expedition is God's will, and God's will cannot be violated. If you appear here and write this poem, you are a national thief."

The man responded unceremoniously.

"The people live and work in peace and contentment, and restarting the flames of war is not what a gentleman does."

Sun Minghui shot back.

"The gentleman can prevent the Yunmeng people from invading the border. If you can, go and persuade the Yunmeng people to retreat."

The man's words were as sharp as ever.

In every word, they are talking about the problems of the Yunmeng Empire.

"If the war resumes, many people will lose their wives."

Sun Minghui pointed directly at the hearts of the people.

"The war was not started by Dagan, but by the people of the Yunmeng Empire. Over the years, people on the border of Dagan have been slaughtered, and it is not enough for the people to be angry."

The man followed the guide to the hearts of the people.

"Who is this person?"

Yang An asked the person who replied to him just now.

"This person is Li Wenfu, a student of Longteng Academy, and he is very good at eloquence."

People next to him recognized it at a glance.

Obviously this man named Li Wenfu is also a celebrity.

Listening to the debate between the two, Yang An felt a bit like a poetry meeting.

The argument between the two, with your glance and my words, has reached a fever pitch.

Both of them are victorious people, so naturally no one will obey the other.

The dozen or so people at the central pavilion also looked at the two people who were debating.

If the poetry is not comparable, then disturb his mind and lead him into the game.

Obviously, Sun Minghui was hooked.

Originally sitting firmly on Yutai, he was distracted by so-called "poems" one after another, and now he was provoked by others, and he was pulled from Yutai into the water in one fell swoop.

At this time, you can only argue with people.

Yang An could see clearly from the side, looking at the dozen or so people on the central pavilion, secretly thinking of a group of old foxes.

If you can't resist directly, you can find other ways.

No wonder these people can reach high positions one by one.

This reaction, the emergency response method, is not bad at all.

Yang An watched coldly from the sidelines, and had a panoramic view of the actions of several people, which can be regarded as gaining knowledge, and he didn't come to Liyuan in vain.

This is the end of the Liyuan poetry meeting, and everyone watching is very energetic.

No one paid attention to the theme of war poetry at this time.

Instead, look at both sides of the argument.

The two topics of eastern expedition and seeking peace have appeared countless times since Yunmeng invaded the border of Dagan.

But this is the first time that the Liyuan Poetry Fair has been held in such a large public place.

Many people have a hunch that the Eastern Expedition is not far away.

The eastern expedition and the summation have reached this point, and the court will definitely give an answer.

Li Shiyuan, the main combatant of the Qianhuang faction, presided over the Taoist assessment, as well as the person in charge of the poetry meeting.

Undoubtedly, they are all expressing the attitude of Emperor Qian.

Even if the peacemakers continue to resist stubbornly, they will not be able to stop the torrent.

"It's the general trend!"

Yang An said with emotion.

The two who argued, also came to a result.

"What brother said just now is correct, expelling the Tartars, riding the horse into the clouds, is what I should do as a man."

Li Wenfu raised his head, pointed at Yang An and said.

"Expelling the Tartars and stepping on the cloud can solve the problem fundamentally. With the cloud gone, the people will surely be able to live and work in peace and contentment without being invaded by foreign enemies."

As he spoke, his voice became high.

"it is good!"

People around him praised it.

"Hmph! Tonight's theme is poetry, can you make a good poem?"

Sun Minghui took a deep breath and said loudly.

Li Wenfu fell silent, subconsciously continued to look at Yang An.

(Note 1) "Hanging Ten Thousand Graves", (Note 2) "Four Poems on Longxi Journey", (Note 3) "He Zhang Pu She Saixia Song (a poem by Lu Lun)", there are deletions and revisions.

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