Tang Bohu Marries Qiuxiang

Chapter 180 Six Books ([-])

"This is all the duty of a minister, and it can't be considered a great contribution." After Tang Bohu finished speaking, he glanced at Liu Jian and Li Dongyang, and his eyes signaled: If you want to pretend to be a grandson recently, you should be cowardly, I understand.

Li Dongyang nodded quietly as if receiving Tang Bohu's eyes.

Hearing Tang Bohu's reply, Wang Zaijin, Shangshu of the Ministry of War, could only smile slightly, "Master Tang has won the way of a courtier, and it is my great Ming's blessing to have such a famous minister in Ming Dynasty."

Although Wang Zaijin sat down after finishing speaking, Wang Zaijin's words of asking for credit for himself, as well as his smile, always felt that there was something else.

"Blessings of the Ming Dynasty?" Lin Jiang, Minister of the Ministry of Household Affairs, said in a low voice: "Tang Qianhu came back from Liaodong, and the officials in Beijing and Beijing were all talking about it, but he didn't want to be a famous minister. This year, Tang Qianhu also caused a lot of trouble in the city. "

As the words pointed out, Zhu Youtang waited for Tang Bohu's attitude as if he was watching a play.

"What the Hubu Shangshu taught me is that the officials are young and ignorant, so I asked Lin Shangshu to give some advice." Tang Bohu smiled, although his face was upright, but his heart was full of circles, pretending to be a grandson!Pretending to be a grandson, pretending to be a grandson, Tang Bohu suppressed the prehistoric power in his heart, although he really wanted to go up and beat this guy up, but it's not too late for a gentleman to take revenge for ten years, and the future is long.

Li Dongyang came out to smooth things over with a smile and said: "It's all Tang's great talents who have spoken well. One sentence is the most difficult to keep in the world. Zhu Yan's speech from the mirror, the flower and the tree, sang so much lovesickness."

"That's true!" Liu Jian echoed, "I don't know if Master Tang has any good words for this Spring Festival?"

"No!" Tang Bohu answered straightforwardly, what's the point of writing a poem, some beautiful women danced to add to the fun, listening to ditties and drinking tea is so refreshing, this banquet is full of guns and sticks.

"Oh, Tang Dacai didn't have a good sentence today?" Zhu Youtang asked emphatically.

Tang Bohu saw that there was something wrong with Zhu Youtang's face, and immediately bowed and said, "Your servant!"

Zhu Youtang nodded and said, "I'm not going to tell you quickly."

Tang Bohu thought of Lin Jiang's evaluation of himself, and an ancient poem appeared in the memory of his mind, and he said: "Kyushu is angry and relies on wind and thunder, and it is sad that ten thousand horses are silent. I urge the Lord of Heaven to cheer up and send down talents."

"Release talents without sticking to one pattern?" Zhu Youtang thought about it and said, "It's a good sentence. I hope I can brighten up more talents, so that I can be bright forever."

Lin Jiang continued: "Poetry is good poetry, but it has nothing to do with this New Year."

Originally prepared to accept the worship of everyone, but this time he was thrown into cold water. Tang Bohu made up his mind to take advantage of the dark and windy days to tie up this guy and beat him severely.

"Poetry is most concerned with the artistic conception. Every word and sentence needs to be considered a hundred times, but it is difficult for Tang Qianhu." Lin Jiang said.

Li Dongyang glanced at Lin Jiang, what does the Minister of the Ministry of Households provoke several times, what does it mean? The Minister of the Ministry of War, Wang Zaijin, who was sitting on the side, also cast a questioning look at Lin Jiang. In these words, it is a good banquet with a gun and a stick How can you be so aggressive.

Zhu Youtang looked like he was watching a play with a half-smile.

Tang Bohu quietly gave Li Dongyang a look, I'm sorry, I can't pretend to be the grandson of Mr. Li Ge, and I can't be cowardly anymore.

"Actually, apart from the New Year's poems, Xiaguan has a few good sentences in his heart, and I invite Lin Shangshu to comment on them!" After Tang Bohu finished speaking, Lin Jiang's eyes immediately flashed a gleam.

Zhu Youtang took a sip of the tea, savoring the taste of the tea.

Tang Bohu opened his mouth and said: "Whoever turns to the desolate music of the Yuefu, the wind will be rustling, the rainy night will be rustling, and the lights will shine again after being thin."

After reading the first half of Que, everyone looked at each other speechlessly.

Tang Bohu went on to read: "I don't know when to hug her. I'm bored when I wake up, and I'm bored when I'm drunk. I never came to Xieqiao in my dream!"

Li Dongyang commented: "This Xieqiao is Xie Qiuniang. Tang Qianhu is sending lovesickness with poems. Xie Qiuxiang is handed down from the Song Dynasty. Even Wang Jiangnan, Meng Ye never went to Xieqiao, listening to the last sentence, Tang Qianhu is missing his hometown, the land of Suzhou and Hangzhou in the south of the Yangtze River."

"Li Ge is very knowledgeable and talented, and I admire you." Tang Bohu bowed and said, "I still have a poem for you to comment on."

and also?

A group of six ministers, which one was not killed out of the thousands of troops in the imperial examination, which one was not learned and rich.

I only heard Tang Bohu continue to read: "I love my son endlessly, and I am happy to return home as long as Chen.

The winter clothes are dense with needlework, and the letter of the family is new.

Seeing Lian Qingtian, Hu'er asked hard.

I am ashamed of the son of man, I dare not sigh the wind and dust."

Everyone then savored Tang Bohu's poem, some nodded and some shook their heads. This poem described the shame of the wandering child towards his parents. The mother is also worried about her son. They all say that filial piety comes first, and this Tang Bohu is also a filial son.

Tang Bohu said again: "Everyone, don't worry, there are still officials!"

"The military song should be sung with the ring of swords, vowing to destroy the Hunu and leave Yuguan.

Only undo the battlefield and die for the country, why return the shrouded body of horse leather. "

Everyone nodded when they listened to Tang Bohu's poem. They had to say that it was a good poem. Although it didn't have gorgeous rhetoric, it directly explained the death of the country on the battlefield.

At this moment, Lin Jiang's complexion was a little ugly, and the other six ministers in the hall except Hubu Shangshu quietly paid attention to Lin Jiang, who had just said something that was sarcasm.

Tang Bohu went on to say: "I still have more officials!"

"You still have it!" Lin Jiang blurted out, and quickly shut up. Tang Bohu's face was full of three poems, which made him a little embarrassed.

"Cough cough cough..." Zhu Youtang coughed softly to signal Tang Bohu that enough was enough.

But Tang Bohu turned a deaf ear and continued to read: "Jeyu's plan to join the army is at a loss, Southeast is filled with hatred.

One flute and one sword flattened the business, and had been famous for 15 years. "

The whole room was silent, no one spoke!Tang Bohu's continuous poems startled everyone at a loss for words, as if composing poems was so easy for Tang Bohu.

Tang Bohu sneered in his heart, who made me be born a few hundred years later? I think I had to memorize countless poems taught by a certain teacher back then. Now that I think about them, these poems are really necessary reading materials for home travel.

"The great talent of the Tang Dynasty really deserves its reputation!" Zhu Youtang said: "But poetry is just something to express emotions, and the state affairs that all lovers are busy with are what the Ming Dynasty needs."

Zhu Youtang gave the sitting ministers a step up with one sentence, and the six ministers all nodded and smiled in agreement.

"Tang Bohu, don't just write poems and lyrics blindly, do your job well."

"Humble position obeys the order." Tang Bohu bowed and said.

Zhu Youtang drank a cup of tea in satisfaction, "Tang Bohu, you are so familiar with poetry, is it true that there is no New Year's Eve?"

"Yes!" Tang Bohu couldn't make the atmosphere too stiff and began to read: "The creation is speechless but has feelings. Every time it is cold, it feels spring. There are thousands of reds and purples arranged, just waiting for the first sound of the new thunder."

(End of this chapter)