The Great Han Dynasty: From Feng Lang Juxu to the Eternal Emperor

Chapter 38 Ning is a Centurion

In front of the stone monument of the destruction of Huyuan, Qin Ziyu walked forward with his hands behind his back, introducing the history of the Han and Hungarians to Wei Ning bit by bit.

However, not long after the comfortable time, a group of people came over.

"Miss Qin, it turns out you are here."

"Miss Qin, we are doing Fu over there, and no one is convinced by anyone else."

"You'd better write a poem to prevent them from continuing to argue."

Qin Ziyu is still very famous among the scholars in Dingxiang, but Qin Ziyu rarely has contact with outsiders.

Last year, when she had nothing to do, she sang "Luanhuang Fu" to Tian Sirui, which caused a big stir in Dingxiang. Many people wanted to make friends with Qin Ziyu.

However, there were very few people who could really get in touch with Qin Ziyu, and many of those who wanted to befriend Qin Ziyu died inexplicably.

The scholar who spoke brought people here to find Qin Ziyu because he belonged to the eldest son Zhao.

Qin Ziyu shook his head and said, "I won't disturb your enjoyment anymore. You can enjoy yourself while we go somewhere else."

She glanced at Wei Ning, who nodded and prepared to leave with Qin Ziyu.

But as soon as Wei Ning stepped forward, he was grabbed by a scholar.

Wei Ning looked down at the scholar who grabbed his wrist and frowned slightly.

As long as he exerts a little force, the opponent's wrist may be broken, but Weining doesn't want to cause unnecessary trouble.

"Master, please take your time."

"You and Miss Qin know each other, and I think you are quite knowledgeable. How about you come and write a poem?"

Young Master Zhao has great influence in Dingxiang County, and he had already ordered people to find out the details of Weining.

He did not show up today, and specifically asked his people to humiliate Weining in public, so that he would retreat.

He was just a low-level soldier and was not worthy of Young Master Zhao. If Wei Ning had not been the soldier Wei Qing brought from Guanzhong, Young Master Zhao would have found someone to kill him.

When Qin Ziyu saw this scene, she couldn't help but frown. She said in a somewhat indifferent tone: "Your Excellency seems to be a little disrespectful in this way."

The young master smiled and said: "Miss Qin, it's hard to refuse such kindness. We just want to see this young master's talent. After all, it's impossible to be so close to Miss Qin without talent."

"This young master must stop hiding his clumsiness."

Qin Ziyu's face was a little cold, she squinted her eyes and said, "Let's talk about it another day, we still have something to do."

"Sir, do you mind if we take your time?"

"Everyone is asking sincerely."

"That's right!"

"Master, don't be stingy."

Everyone started to boo at Weining.

Weining looked at the other party seriously. He was still holding his hand. He was very strong, not like a scholar.

Wei Ning thought for a while and said, "Is poetry okay?"

"Of course you can, sir, please." The young man looked at Wei Ning with a half-smile.

The Han Dynasty did not only have Ci Fu, but also poetry.

The poetry of the Han Dynasty developed on the basis of the "Book of Songs", "Chu Songs" and Qin and Han folk songs. It has generally experienced from folk songs to literati creations, from Yuefu lyrics to literati poems, that is, "ancient poetry", from the Four The development process from verbal style to five-character style, from Sao style to seven-character style, and from narrative poetry to lyric poetry.

In the early days of Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty, the Yuefu official office was officially established.

Qin Ziyu stared at Wei Ning and told him not to do this with his eyes.

This group of people obviously wants to laugh at you.

She knew the details of Weining's life experience, but she still didn't know how to read, let alone write poetry. Chinese poetry was just standardized and reasonable. In the eyes of Han Dynasty people, the difficulty of poetry was generally higher than that of poetry.

Wei Ning understood Qin Ziyu's eyes. He nodded slightly, indicating to Qin Ziyu that he had a sense of discretion.

More than a dozen scholars on an outing were looking at Weining.

Wei Ning spoke. "The beacon light shines on Xijing, and I feel uneasy in my heart.

Yazhang resigned from Fengque, and iron cavalry circled Dragon City. "

After a pause, Wei Ning continued:
"The snow is dark and the flag paintings are withered, and the wind is full of drums."

He glanced at the scholars around him, shook his head, and said sarcastically: "It's better to be a centurion than a scholar!"

When he finished speaking about the general march, the surroundings suddenly became quiet.

Quiet.

Needle drop can be heard!

Qin Ziyu looked at Wei Ning in shock, feeling dumbfounded for a moment.

Didn't he just learn to read?
Are there really people in this world who can’t walk yet and start learning to run?

As soon as he started, he challenged the most difficult Chinese poetry.

That’s all, the key is the five-character quatrain!
In just forty words, it describes the whole process of the scholar joining the army and going out to join the war.

Such rich content is combined in only forty words.

There is no long-winded description of the son-in-law, and every scene progresses with excitement.

As soon as the third sentence was written about resigning to Beijing, the fourth sentence had already surrounded the enemy, and then showed scenes of fierce fighting.Each span leaves plenty of room for imagination.

Qin Ziyu had never thought that poetry could be written in this way. This jumping structure gives the poetry a bright rhythm, like the rushing water on the cliff, giving people a straight-forward and indomitable momentum, which effectively highlights the scholar's strong The patriotic passion and the high morale of the Han army generals.

Qin Ziyu was shocked. How on earth did he do it in such a short period of time?

Especially the last two sentences seem to be about scholars joining the army, but isn't he satirizing this group of useless scholars who only moan in vain all day long?

Maybe it doesn't have this meaning in itself, but in the current environment, it does have this meaning.

Tian Sirui stood aside and was as shocked as a fossil.

She really didn't expect Wei Ning to be so talented.

This poem is from a song that Wei Ning heard in later generations. It seems to have been adapted by Zhang Weijian. He liked this poem very much.

After he finished speaking, he looked at the stunned scholars around him and said, "Can I leave now?"

No one reacted, because they were still immersed in Weining's magnificent poem. Such novel verses were something they had never come across before, but they were so exciting.

It turns out that poetry can be written like this, it turns out that poetry can convey such shocking emotions and pictures!

Seeing that no one spoke, Wei Ning nodded to Qin Ziyu and said, "Let's go."

Only then did Qin Ziyu realize what he was doing and followed Wei Ning away dully.

After walking a long way, she suddenly knelt down and said, "Did you lie to me?"

"You actually know how to read, right?"

Wei Ning: "No."

Qin Ziyu said: "Then your poem..."

Wei Ning: "Oh, my mother told me."

All the unexplainable things were blamed on his mother.

Qin Ziyu was silent for a while and said, "Who is your mother? She is so talented, I really want to meet her."

Wei Ning sighed softly and said, "You can't see me anymore."

Qin Ziyu: "Why...uh, I'm sorry, I don't know..."

"It's all right."

Wei Ning smiled and said: "Okay, I'm very happy today. Thank you for teaching me so much knowledge about the relationship between Huns and Han. Shall I take you back?"

Qin Ziyu: "Yeah!"

(End of this chapter)