I have an inn in Xianxia

Chapter 105

His sentence is not only a pair, but also full of arrogance and self-confidence.

"How dare you?"

"Why don't I dare?"

Lu Cheng memorizes the ancient prose by heart, and Tang Siyu is also a master at it, with the tip of the needle pointing to the wheat awn.

"The Big Dipper, fourteen o'clock in the sky at the bottom of the water."

"The lonely geese in the south tower fly together with their shadows in the middle of the moon."

The two fought, but there was no result, and they felt that they would never die. In the end, Jing Ning spoke, and the two gave up. After this incident, no one dared to underestimate Lu Cheng.

If you want to say that the other party is a waste, then what is yourself, isn't it even worse than a waste?
"Today, the King Ben's banquet is to let you have more exchanges, and the smell of gunpowder doesn't have to be too strong."

"Yes."

The banquet continued, and Lu Cheng was a bit boring. He came here today just to find out, and he has already come up with the answer. It's meaningless to stay here any longer. It's better to go out more.

Unlike Lu Cheng who was already a little irritable, the rest of them were still trying their best to show it.

"Actually, my king invites you to come here today, and there is one more thing."

"My lord, please speak."

"Recently, this king got a good work, but there is no poem to match it." Prince Jing waved his hand, and Jing Yi, dressed in green, came from the side, holding a picture scroll.

The picture scroll unfolded, and everyone looked at it together.

In the painting, a man is sitting in the tent, wearing armor, and outside the tent is a messenger kneeling on one knee.

But the man in the tent is holding a tiger talisman, but drinking and having fun.

It can be seen through the window that a beacon has already been ignited in the distance, which proves that the battle is tense.

On the picture, it is such a scene.

Jing Ning said, "There is no poem to match this picture."

Hearing this, everyone understood that they came here to seek an official position. At this time, the official door has been opened. As long as they can mention a poem and get into the eyes of the prince, the official position will be considered solid today.

Some people said that it was done in the general's account, and wine was sacrificed to the souls of the dead.

Some people say that they have been disturbed for 30 years, and half their lives have been muddled.Gains and losses will never wake up, only a glass of wine is the most intimate.

This statement is accompanied by a picture, which is a bit more ironic. It refers to being a general, but drinking and having fun in the tent.

It's a good poem, it rhymes, but it wasn't chosen.

Zhao Wencai said, "Intoxication is nothing more than drinking with flowers. Flowers are beauties and wine is sorrow. My lord, I guess the people in the tent are missing the beauties in their hearts. Let's look at the beacon fire in the distance. At this point in the war, as a general, you can see the situation most clearly." , use wine to dispel sorrows, and miss the beauty in my heart."

What he said made Jing Ning's eyes light up.

"You said it, not bad."

"Your Highness is absurd." Zhao Wencai bowed slightly with his fists clasped.

Everyone exclaimed, a burst of praise.

"As expected of Brother Zhao, his export is extraordinary. Compared with Brother Zhao, what I just said is playing with an ax at the door of the class."

"That's right, brother Zhao's literary talent, let me wait to pay my respects."

Tang Siyu said, "Since Brother Zhao has spoken, the little girl will no longer make a fool of herself. In terms of poetry, the little girl thinks she is not as good as Brother Zhao, but there is one person present who might be able to compare with Brother Zhao."

After finishing speaking, she purposely glanced in the direction of Lu Cheng.

This woman is narrow-minded. At the beginning, just because she was suppressed by her master Huo Jian in the private school, she secretly used her tricks, and the Huo family was ruined. Being suppressed by others, and there was no winner in the end, especially when Lu Cheng said that the court fell from the sky, it made her feel jealous.

At this time in the prince's mansion, no extraordinary means can be used, but it can be used to attack this surname Lu from other aspects. On Lu Cheng.

Normally, when everyone speaks, of course the least educated speak first, and Zhao Wencai is the last to make the final decision.

At this time, for Lu Cheng, he had to mention poetry. Not mentioning it would be disrespectful to the prince. After all, his performance just now was really good. One person angered all the students, and even crushed Tang Siyu on the pair. one head.

As for mentioning, you must surpass Zhao Wencai, otherwise it will only make everyone laugh.

Regarding this, Lu Cheng smiled and shook his head, "I won't mention my poems."

"Brother Lu, you don't have to be so modest, we've all seen your literary talents."

"Yeah, Brother Lu just said something, any capital can be passed down through the ages, why not let us learn from it." Someone brought up the previous incident, intending to slap Lu Cheng in the face.

"Brother Lu, please." Zhao Wencai also made a gesture of invitation.

Looking at him again, Prince Jing and Jingyi also looked at him with some anticipation in their eyes.

Lu Cheng cupped his fists, "If that's the case, it's better to be respectful than obedient."

He stood up from the end table, came to the picture scroll, observed it for two seconds, and then spoke.

"The luminous cup of wine and wine, if you want to drink the pipa, please remind me immediately."

Hearing these two sentences, everyone felt that the donkey's head was wrong.

This poem can indeed explain a kind of artistic conception, but what it describes has nothing to do with the military tent. Whether it is a luminous cup or a pipa, they are all things in singing and dancing.

Immediately, someone wanted to point out that he was deliberately showing off his literary talent.

But immediately after, Lu Cheng said two more sentences.

"Grand Mo Xiao, drunk on the battlefield, how many people have fought in ancient times!"

Just when he was about to say that he deliberately showed off his literary talents, the words stopped abruptly at the edge of his throat.

Drunk lying on the battlefield, isn't this the scene in the account?
Someone was still sarcastic just now, the general was drunk in the tent.

What Lu Cheng described was another kind of emotion.

Drunk lying in the battlefield, Lord Grim, a few people have fought back in ancient times.

This sentence can be divided into several meanings for understanding. Different people will have different feelings when they hear it.

In the eyes of those who just mentioned the poem satirizing the drunken people in the general's tent, this poem is satirizing himself. The literati rule the country, but they cannot protect the country. In the battlefield, the soldiers are still standing in front of them.

Prince Jing was fascinated.

Back then, that person lay drunk on the battlefield, his spine was pierced by many people, his body was still cold, and he was scolded by thousands of people, and he was on the sidelines, so he could only cry alone.

But now, someone actually made this poem.

That's right, Lord Grim drunk on the battlefield, how many people have fought in ancient times, since they knew they would die, it doesn't matter if I get drunk.

I am a soldier, and I should fight the enemy on the front line. Some things do not want to be understood, but I have a clear conscience!

At this moment, her heart was in turmoil, moved by this poem and the young man in front of her.

Of course, some people laughed.

"Brother Lu, your poems are wrong. Since you are in the army, why do you still drink and have fun?"

"If you knew that you would not be able to get out of this prince's mansion, and you would live for less than an hour, would you enjoy the things in front of you?"

"I won't." The man replied decisively, "Brother Lu, let's make an assumption. If I am a soldier surrounded by enemy troops, all I can think about is how to break out of the encirclement, and I must not be like the man in the painting." like drinking."

"Oh, you can do whatever you want. If you don't reach that level, anyone will blow the cowhide."

"Believe it or not, my heart is like this. I don't agree with your poem."

Lu Cheng rolled his eyes at him and ignored him.

Lord Jing came back to his senses, still thinking about the poem just now.

"Today's banquet, let's end here."

(End of this chapter)