The Great Grandson of the Tang Dynasty: The beginning of the slaughter of General Tiance's mans

Chapter 217 Yue Fei makes the river red
The departure of Changsun Yunlu did not affect the progress of the banquet.

In order to increase the excitement of the banquet, Li Chengdao smiled and said: "Today's New Year's Eve feast, if I want to write poetry, I can't do it alone. You all have to write the lyrics."

Hearing Li Chengdao's words, all the officials in the palace looked a little embarrassed. Changsun Wuji couldn't help but smile bitterly and said: "Your Majesty, once your sapphire case comes out, who can surpass yours in poetry? If I write Yuanxi poetry again, it will just be a waste of time." It’s just a joke.”

Changsun Wuji's words made everyone secretly nod in agreement.

As soon as the Li Chengdao Qingyu case came out, whoever dared to continue writing poems would be humiliating themselves.

With the sapphire case and pearls in front of them, any poem they wrote would be like dung.

Even if someone can do something better than the Qingyu case, where will Li Chengdao's face be put?

None of the officials present were smart. Even though they knew that Li Chengdao wouldn't care about such a trivial matter, they still didn't dare to take the risk.

"Why do you have to stick to the theme of the New Year's Eve? It doesn't matter whether it's a landscape or an expression of one's ambitions. You can do whatever you like. I will reward you if you do well."

Li Chengdao said casually that it was said that the Tang Dynasty was the pinnacle of literature. Although it was only the early Tang Dynasty, he wanted to see if there were any outstanding talents.

After Li Chengdao said this, many people present immediately started to get excited.

You must know that not only the civil and military officials came to attend the New Year's Eve banquet, but also their family members, and some close children and nephews in the family, including many talented people.

They are not officials, so naturally they don't need to worry too much. If they can really be praised by Li Chengdao for their outstanding poetry, it would be a great honor!

What's more, at the New Year's Eve banquet, all civil and military officials and even the emperor were present. If he could compose an amazing poem, he would definitely become famous all over the world!

So after a while, some people immediately volunteered to write poems to cheer up.

Since Li Chengdao said he would not stick to any subject matter, the poems he wrote were also varied. Some praised peace and flattered him, some praised landscapes, some used scenery to express emotions, and even some were cynical...

All in all, there are all kinds.

There were quite a few talented people among them, and they wrote several good poems that were amazing. Li Chengdao was not stingy about this, and rewarded them well, which made the banquet even more lively.

Even officials such as Fang Xuanling and Changsun Wuji couldn't help but come out and write a few poems.

Although the poems written by others are not as good as Qingyu Case, they are still pretty good.

The only embarrassing thing is that the people who came out to write poems were all civil servants, but no one from the military generals came out to write poems.

"Generals, we can't let those civil servants steal all the limelight. As generals under my command, you must not embarrass me."

"Which general volunteered to write two poems to kill their spirit?"

Li Chengdao smiled and said to the seat on the general's side.

However, after he finished speaking, many generals looked embarrassed, and no one looked at each other.

"Your Majesty, we are all a bunch of rough guys. It's okay to kill the enemy in battle, but writing poetry... is really difficult."

Feng Li said with an embarrassed look on his face, and the other generals also agreed.

In fact, it would be better if Li Jing, Li Daozong, and Li Ji were here. They are all Confucian generals and are quite talented themselves. It is not difficult to write poetry.

But the three of them are currently leading troops outside, so there is nothing the general can do.

"I don't care, General Ran, you sing one first."

Li Chengdao directly pointed at Ran Min and operated on him first.

"I?"

Ran Min had a look of astonishment on his face and pointed at himself. He never expected that Li Chengdao would come to him. "Yes, this is the emperor's order and cannot be violated."

Li Chengdao deliberately said with a straight face, but in fact he could hardly hold back his laughter.

"Your Majesty, you are so bad. General Ran doesn't look like a person who can write poetry."

Zheng Ran took one look at Ran Min's tall and thick appearance, couldn't help but smile, and said to Li Chengdao.

"Hey, you don't understand this. People can do anything in a hurry...except arithmetic."

Li Chengdao smiled, and then turned his eyes to Ran Min, his meaning was obvious.

Ran Min's bearded face became darker. When he noticed everyone's eyes on him, he knew that he couldn't hide.

After holding it in for a long time, he just said: "Then, let's sing a song about snow, this..."

“The sky and the earth are blurred, and there are dark holes in the well;

Black dogs have white bodies, white dogs... white dogs have swelling on their bodies. "

After racking his brains for a long time, Ran Min just composed such a nondescript limerick.

After he finished speaking, all the civil servants couldn't help laughing. On the contrary, the military attachés gave him a thumbs up in admiration.

This poem is so well done!

"I didn't expect General Ran to have such a poetic talent. I'm really impressed."

Jia Xu's face turned red and he suppressed a smile.

"It's very good. The rhymes and rhymes are all fine. It can be considered...a poem."

Changsun Wuji smiled and defended Ran Min, but Ran Min's face turned even darker.

After the laughter, Li Chengdao smiled and said: "General Ran's poem about snow is indeed very good. It describes the snow scene without mentioning snow. I see that many of the previous poems are not as good as General Ran's poem. I should reward it!"

Hearing Li Chengdao's compliment, Ran Min breathed a sigh of relief, with a hint of pride in his eyes.

It seems that my poetic talent is not bad, His Majesty even praised me.

After this little farce, Li Chengdao suddenly glanced at Yue Fei, who was smiling and drinking, and couldn't help asking: "General Yue, you are very talented, why don't you come and write a poem?"

Yue Fei was a Confucian general with both civil and military skills!His talent, martial arts, and military command were at the top of his game, but Li Chengdao didn't think he could even compose a poem.

As soon as Li Chengdao opened his mouth, everyone looked at Yue Fei.

"Are you going to compose poetry?"

Yue Fei was stunned for a moment, then smiled, "Since it is His Majesty's request, then the general will show his humiliation."

After hearing this, everyone was immediately excited and curious about what kind of poem this famous General Yue would compose.

Many people had a fun-loving mentality and wanted to see if Yue Fei would write another limerick like "A white dog has swelling on his body".

Yue Fei stood up, drank a glass of wine, and suddenly felt heroic in his chest. He laughed loudly and said: "The poem written by the last general is called..."

"Manjianghong!"

(End of this chapter)