After being divorced, my identity as a poet was exposed

Chapter 501

"A charcoal seller, cutting fuel and burning charcoal in the southern mountains.

His face was dusty and smoky, and his temples were grey and black with ten fingers.

Where can I get the money from selling charcoal?The clothes on the body and the food in the mouth.

......"

Yun Shuxian involuntarily recited this long poem in a low voice.

Yu Dingzhi and others didn't feel much about this poem, but when he heard it in the ears of Prince Wu Qian... his heart suddenly tightened, his pupils shrank, and he returned to normal in an instant.

Yun Shuxian silently read the long poem twice before raising his head and returning the book to Zhuang Bieshi.

When Zhuang Farewell looked at Yun Shuxian with great anticipation, "Brother Yun is a great Confucian in the Wu Kingdom. I still remember that when he was discussing Taoism in Huanhuaxi, Brother Yun's sharp insight could kill everyone!"

"What is Brother Yun's opinion on this long poem written by the Prince Regent?"

Yun Shuxian smiled and waved his hands: "Don't bring up the past again, didn't you still lose to the old man Hua in the end?"

He pointed to the book in Zhuang Bieshi's hand, and asked, "When the regent wrote this poem, did he feel it at home? Or did he really see charcoal sellers in the cold winter months?" Ong?"

This is different.

This helped him make a new judgment on Li Chenan.

The exquisite articles handed down by many literati in the world are not necessarily felt by being there.

Literati have one thing that is particularly powerful, that is, their imagination is extremely rich.

Perhaps it is the reason why I have read so many books. When it is sunny, I can write poems about rain, and when it is hot, I can write poems about heavy snow.

If you don't see mountains, you can paint the magnificence of mountains; if you don't see rivers, you can paint the beauty of rivers.

and many more.

Li Chenan arrived in Guangling City last summer.

This long poem must have been completed last year.

Perhaps in the winter of last year, Li Chenan watched the snow by the fire, and thought of the old man selling charcoal because of the charcoal burning in the stove, so it is also possible to write this long poem.

But that’s not what Zhuang Bieshi said:
"I also listened to what Hua Lao said."

"In the twelfth lunar month of last year, it snowed heavily in Kyoto."

"The regent walked with Hua Lao, not in a carriage, but walking on the streets in the heavy snow."

"Hua Lao said that it was late in the evening, and it was freezing cold. I happened to meet an old man selling charcoal on the street."

"When the regent saw it, he felt sore, so he composed this poem casually, and bought the old man's charcoal for an ox cart."

"That's the origin of the song "The Charcoal Seller"."

"Hua Lao believes that this poem and book has exhausted the sufferings of the common people, but such sufferings do not seem to be taken seriously by those in power."

"Even those in power may not take a second look!"

"But this happens to be the most real situation of ordinary people!"

"Hua Lao suggested that this poem should be included in Chinese studies, and let the scholars of Ningguo read this poem. The meaning is... let the scholars of Ningguo read more about the real life of the common people, and think about why the people live in such poverty! "

"Hua Lao hopes that the scholars in Ningguo will one day become parents' officials, and they will not think about earning money with their left hand and earning an official title with their right hand."

"He hopes that the officials of Ningguo will think more about and do more things for the people of Ningguo, so that there will be fewer miserable old people like the charcoal seller..."

"This is the core of the Prince Regent's current administration... The Prince Regent said that we want to build a relatively fair Ningguo where the old are supported, the young are educated, the poor are dependent, and it is difficult to help."

"This goal is very ambitious, but the future is extremely bright, so officials in the DPRK and China are very busy."

"The responsibilities are heavy and the road is long... The regent said that the road is long and the road is long. We, we should search up and down!"

"he,"

Zhuang Bieshi gave a thumbs up: "This old man is not boasting, our regent is the light of Ning country, not only can be a coquettish literary world for 5000 years, he will also lead Ning country... to stand on top of the world!"

After saying this, Zhuang Bie suddenly leaned over and whispered in Yun Shuxian's ear:
"Brother Yun, I suggest you tell your Highness the Crown Prince that Ji Tai is dead, and Ningguo is completely different now!"

"Under the leadership of the Prince Regent, Ningguo's court and people will gradually become one!"

"The bad governance of the past in the DPRK and China has all been cleaned up."

"Today's officials all share the same ideals as the regent!"

"Now the students of Ningguo all follow the example of the Regent!"

"The people of Ningguo regard the regent as a beacon, and the soldiers of Ningguo only look up to the regent!"

"Ning country has been twisted into a rope. Although it is still a little poor for the time being, the backbone of Ning people is standing up... We are really not afraid of a war!"

"What are you negotiating for? Wuya Pass is originally the land of Ning State, how could it be ceded to you Wu State?"

"Tell you, the prince, don't think about what you have and what you don't have. Govern the country of Wu well and become friends with our regent. In the future... your prince will become emperor, and our regent will also become emperor. Fix it, it will be of great benefit to each other!"

"This is what the old man said, from the bottom of my heart!"

"If your prince doesn't believe it..."

Zhuang Bieshi shook his head, "Then your prince is really blind!"

Wu Qian, who was listening carefully, froze for a moment, but he controlled his impulse, and turned his head to look at the stele again.

He had never met Li Chenan, but at this moment Li Chenan's appearance gradually became clear in his mind.

A young man with the great talent of a poet.

A regent who understands the suffering of the people and can focus on the people.

A pioneer who is not afraid of reform, has the courage to explore, and can implement it.

A lover who never gives up on love.

Such a person is of course a rare and powerful person in the world.

Such a person is certainly qualified to be Wu Qian's friend.

If it's a friend, it's Wu Qian's luck!

But if such a person leads Ning Guozhen to go on like this, for Wu Guo...the advantages and disadvantages coexist!

As for how to choose, it was difficult for Wu Qian to decide for a while.

Zhuang bid farewell to Yun Shuxian.

Yun Shuxian looked at the stele again, "Let's go, since Hua Lao is not here, let's go back to Yuelai Inn first."

……

……

A tea stove.

Two cups of new tea.

Yun Shuxian looked up at the hesitant prince Wu Qian.

"Your Highness, if you are not His Royal Highness, you should be friends with Li Chenan."

"But your highness, you are the crown prince. After what happened here, after returning to the country, the emperor will announce to the world...you will ascend the throne as the emperor and become the king of Wu!"

"Being a king, being called an orphan..."

Yun Shuxian held up the teacup, "For a lonely person, he has no friends!"

"For the sake of the state of Wu, Li Chen'an... is better off dead!"

"Turn out this lamp of Ningguo, and Wuguo will prosper forever in your hands!"

Wu Qian took a deep breath, and took a sip from the teacup.

He finally made up his mind.

He turned his head to look at the young man standing aside, and said:
"On the first day of the lunar new year, tell the owner of the Tianyin Pavilion to ask the seven swords to come down to Tianshan Mountain!"

"Kill Li Chen'an!"

(End of this chapter)