I am the sword fairy

Chapter 242 A scholar’s ​​pen is like a blade

There was a moment of silence in the Qianyuan Hall with thousands of people.

Emperor Liao still had a warm smile on his face and looked at Song Yu with a smile.

Senior officials from other diplomatic missions also looked over at Song Yu.

Only the officials from Zhao Guoli's Ministry had strange expressions on their faces.

This scene seems familiar!

I vaguely remember that when Song Yu originally made "Man Jiang Hong", it seemed that members of the Qi State Mission were the first to attack.

A group of weak-minded Zhao officials followed and started making noises.

When the song "Man Jiang Hong" finally came out, everyone was fucking dumbfounded.

The people of Qi really do not forget to eat and not to fight. They have suffered so much before, but in the end they have not learned a lesson at all.

Tian Heng has already spoken, how can the young literati of Qi show weakness?

In the main hall, a literati from Qi State loudly said: "I have heard for a long time that Master Zhao Guoyu's literary talents are astonishing and his martial arts are unparalleled in the world..."

"I dare not answer the first half of the sentence. After all, Wen Wu is the best. There are many talented people in this world. As for the second sentence, I can claim it. In terms of martial arts, I am indeed very powerful." Song Yu said lightly, Interrupted this Qi scholar.

The hall was quiet for a moment, and then there was a burst of laughter.

Everyone understood what Song Yu was referring to.

The scholar from Qi State blushed and said: "You officials are all the emperors of Qi State, and you, the brave king, are just relying on the emptiness in the southern part of our Qi State to make sneak attacks without respecting martial ethics. What kind of skills are you? In this grand meeting, we, the heroes of Qi State, are It will make you understand that you are just a frog in the well! In addition, I am now talking about asking you to compose poetry. If you can't do it, just admit it..."

As soon as these words came out, many people couldn't help but look at this angry and confused scholar of Qi State.

Some scholars from the Liao Kingdom couldn't help but said: "King Yong has already said that he doesn't have much ink in his belly. He can't write any other poems except scolding you, Qi Kingdom. Also, who do you think you are? You are a majestic prince." , you ask people to write poems, and they just write poems? Who do you think you are?"

"Hahaha……"

Many people in the hall couldn't help but burst into laughter again.

Emperor Liao looked at Song Yu and said with a smile: "Master Yu, you are so popular. If you don't write a poem for such a happy occasion, wouldn't it be a waste of this opportunity?"

The prince of Liao who accompanied Song Yu earlier also smiled and said, "How about... Mr. Yu writes another curse poem?"

Tian Heng, the envoy from Qi State, looked extremely ugly.

What a shame!
This kind of behavior of pointing at the bald man and scolding the monk actually appeared again on the king and prince of a country.

Previously it was the emperor of the State of Zhao, but this time he went even further. He actually did it in front of thousands of people from various countries’ envoys. If you are so disrespectful, one day, when our country of Qi regains its glory, all of you will have to pay the price!
Song Yu glanced at the expressions on the faces of the countless literati and warriors from all over the world in the hall, and sighed softly.

Turning to Tian Heng, he said: "Since Emperor Liao has said it, then I...really scold you?"

Tian Heng: "..."

The Liao Emperor and a group of senior officials from various foreign missions could not help but look strange and suppress their laughter.

When encountering a young boss like Song Yu who is full of gangsterism, other people would have stayed away from him long ago, but this one had to take the initiative to provoke him.

Song Yu looked at Tian Heng and raised his eyebrows: "Why don't you speak again? What do you mean? Look down on me?"

Tian Heng gritted his teeth and said: "If you have the ability, come up with another song like Manjianghong, about the Mid-Autumn Festival... scold me!"

Song Yu smiled and shook his head: "That's not okay. Man Jianghong didn't scold you. You don't deserve it."

"Ha ha ha ha……"

At this time, countless young people from various countries in the hall couldn't hold back anymore and burst into laughter.

The huge Qianyuan Hall was once again filled with a cheerful atmosphere.

Tian Heng's face was ashen and he glared at Song Yu.

Song Yu said seriously: "But since you are so eager, I am a kind-hearted and soft-hearted person, and I am not good at refusing, so I will satisfy you. But don't even think about Man Jianghong, you are not qualified!"

Tian Heng gritted his teeth and said, "I want to see what kind of Mid-Autumn Festival poem you can write to scold me!"

Song Yu thought for a while and said: "It's not about scolding. I just feel that you are pitiful for a person who has abandoned his ancestors and regarded thieves as his father. Moreover, on such a great day as today, I don't like to bring shame on the scenery, so I will give you a poem. This is...well, a friendly reminder!"

At this time, the Qianyuan Hall was quiet.

Those women who admired Song Yu couldn't help but move forward, eyes widened, wanting to see what kind of poem this talented Master Yu, who was famous all over the world, could write.

Someone quickly brought a table, and the Liao Emperor became interested. He drove away the palace maid who was about to grind the ink and said, "Song Yu, I will grind the ink for you myself!"

Song Yu's face muscles twitched and he said, "Your Majesty, is this... over?"

Emperor Liao said with a smile: "I also want Master Yu's Mo Bao, which is famous all over the world!"

Song Yu was a little embarrassed: "But this poem of mine is for envoy Tian Hengtian."

Emperor Liao waved his hand: "It doesn't matter, I'll just have someone make a copy for him later!"

"Then... let's do it!"

Song Yu walked to the desk and picked up the brush.

The young boy used to be very good at calligraphy, but now Song Yu has achieved success in cultivation and his control over power is extremely good.Pick up a big langhao pen and write the first sentence on the good rice paper——

The dusk clouds are overflowing with coldness!
"Good words! Good sentences!"

Emperor Liao, who was grinding ink on the side, immediately praised loudly.

Song Yu's calligraphy has a special charm that young people don't have.

It is an instinct to integrate the sword's intention into the handwriting, just like the Sword Immortal Opening the Sky Picture. It is obviously just a painting, but it allows people to understand the supreme swordsmanship from it.

Although Song Yu has been very restrained, the aura of swordsmanship that has been integrated into his soul still shows a bit.

The written characters are majestic, round and full, and the blank spaces are full of charm.

At this time, some nobles of the Liao Kingdom and senior officials of the mission also came over to take a look. Those who knew calligraphy and swordsmanship all had solemn expressions and a bit of shock in their eyes.

The people outside couldn't see it and were all very anxious.

Someone couldn't help but asked loudly: "Can you adults please read it out?"

A calligrapher among the nobles of the Liao Kingdom, who was also a master of swordsmanship, said loudly: "The dusk clouds are all over the cold... This poem by Mr. Yu is full of charm and profound artistic conception, but there is no irony in it?"

Song Yu didn't respond, so he stroked his pen again, and the second line of the poem appeared on the paper——

Yinhan turns the jade plate silently!
The Liao nobleman recited it loudly again.

At this moment, a large number of literati in the hall were shaking their heads and repeating the first two lines of this poem -

"Mu Yun collects all the coldness, and the silver man turns the jade plate silently."

The eyes of the talented young woman lit up.

"Master Yu is really talented!"

"These two poems have beautiful artistic conception, full of pictures, and neat contrasts...so good!"

Tian Heng, the Qi envoy who had always been a little worried, now felt a little worried, with a sneer on his lips.

He actually recognized Song Yu's talent.

There are so many famous sentences in the front, and Manjianghong is behind them. As long as their brains are not watered, who dares to say that Song Yu is just famous?
But he just didn't like Song Yu, and he didn't like all the people in Zhao. Even if he tried to "lose both sides", he still hoped to make Song Yu suffer.

"It's just two very ordinary poems describing the Mid-Autumn Night. Where is your kind reminder to me, Prince Song?" he asked.

Song Yu ignored him and wrote the last two sentences——

This night is not good in this life, where to look next year for the bright moon.

When these two lines of poetry were read aloud by the Liao nobleman, Tian Heng stood there blankly.

There is a lot of ink in his stomach, and the level is good.

Naturally, he instantly understood the hidden meaning in Song Yu's poem.

At this time, almost all the literati and some warriors in the hall were reciting these four lines of poetry.

Some half-hearted people couldn't help but wonder, asking: "What does this poem mean? Where is the reminder?"

A young and handsome scholar explained: "The four lines of Mr. Yu's poem are really not a curse, let alone a satire, but when it comes to a kind reminder... I think it is something for the Qi envoy, right? "

"Tell me now!"

"Explain it to us!"

“I think it’s awesome, but I don’t understand it at all!”

Many young warriors in the hall started shouting loudly.

The scholar was a little embarrassed: "In front of His Majesty the Emperor, I won't show my shame. How about I let the author Mr. Yu explain it himself?"

Emperor Liao took a look and recognized the young man who was speaking. He was the number one scholar he had appointed!
He smiled and said: "Wei Chen, it doesn't matter if you just say it."

The number one scholar of the Liao Kingdom named Wei Chen raised his hand to the Emperor of Liao, and then saluted Song Yu, saying: "Since your Majesty has said so, I am not talented enough to boldly interpret these four lines of Mr. Yu's poem..."

The hall became quiet.

Wei Chen said: "The first two sentences describe the scene of the Mid-Autumn Festival. Mr. Yu uses exquisite words and has a far-reaching artistic conception. He does not directly write about the moon, but people will know that he is writing about the moon when he hears it. He perfectly presents the charm of the moonlight like water."

"The last two sentences... should be Mr. Yu's reminder to the envoy of Qi State. I see that this gentleman has a Han face, but he serves Qi State. His ancestors should be Han people, right?"

The champion of the Liao Kingdom was no less an envoy from the Qi Kingdom. He was also very direct in his speech.

Tian Heng didn't look very good. He didn't admit it, but he didn't deny it either.

Wei Chen continued: "The last two sentences are a stroke of genius. In this life, this night, and next year, Master Yu will be as talented as I am!"

"It not only describes the rare moonlight on this night, but also expresses emotion about where to enjoy the moon in next year's Mid-Autumn Festival... Hmm..."

He hesitated for a moment and said: "Since Mr. Yu said this was a kind reminder, he probably wanted to tell the envoy of Qi that if he has the leisure to come against me, why not think more about where to reward him next year?" Let’s talk about the moon.”

After speaking, he cupped his hands towards Tian Hengyi and showed an apologetic smile: "I'm offended. Maybe my interpretation is not completely correct, but this is what I think."

(End of this chapter)