Becoming a Saint by Leisure Reading - Chapter 60
[Chapter 60]
“Your Majesty, my little uncle…” Wei Yan was about to cover up for Chen Luo, but Chen Luo pulled Wei Yan’s sleeve.
Wei Yan looked at Chen Luo suspiciously, and Chen Luo gave Wei Yan a reassuring expression.
Chen Luo: ヽ( ̄▽ ̄)
Wei Yan: (`;)?
Chen Luo took two steps in the direction of Military Minister Han Qingzhu, recalling the information about Wanren City in his mind.
This Wanren City is an important military town on the northern anti-barbarian defense line, built on a high mountain of Wanren. It is said that there is a “Xuan” flag on the top of the mountain, which never fell down even in the most difficult moment.
“I have heard about the danger of Wanren City since I was a child, and I have also heard about the tenacity of not falling down the flag. In my human race’s heart, if Wanren City exists, the human race will be safe; if the flag is not flying, the human race will be undefeated! Master Wan asked the boy to present a poem, yes My honor!”
Chen Luo walked in front of Han Qingzhu, bowed deeply, got up and said, “I’m so sad about parting, I’m so bold, I borrowed the name of the soldier, and chanted a poem of ambition to add luster to the soldier’s trip!”
Wan Wan The difference hurriedly shouted: “Put the pen and ink!”
Hou An glanced at Ye Heng, Ye Heng nodded slightly, Hou An waved his hand, and suddenly several young eunuchs ran out. Holding the paper, one held the inkstone, and the other held the pen, they came to Chen Luo.
Chen Luo reached out to take the brush, dipped it in ink, and started writing on the paper.
When everyone saw the title of “Ode to Bamboo and Presenting Soldiers to Soldiers in Wanren City”
, there was a voice of discussion again via sound transmission.
“Ying Bamboo? Is this a poem borrowing the word Qingzhu from Han Qingzhu, the Minister of War? It’s also appropriate !
”
Since then, chanting bamboo poems is like crossing Jiang Zhiqing, let’s see what kind of poems he can write!” The
military minister also looked at Chen Luo with great interest, he was curious, this kid who opened the road to heaven, can write What a grand poem!
Chen Luo started writing, and the first sentence was completed in one
go- insist that the green hills will not relax, and the roots are originally in the broken rocks!
After finishing the two sentences, the expressions of the Manchu officials changed. No matter what their standpoints are, and what interests are behind them, but they can wear official uniforms, and their knowledge is high, and they can see the excellence of these two poems at a glance.
“Wonderful, in just two sentences, you can vividly describe the green bamboo standing upright and breaking through the rock.”
“Excellent! Especially the word ‘determined’ at the beginning of the chapter is particularly vivid. This is not about softness, but fortitude.”
“More than that, You think deeply. Ever since His Majesty ascended the throne, our human race has been on the defensive against the barbarians. There were three bloody battles in Wanren City, and millions of soldiers fought to the death. Let’s see how appropriate this word
is.” Wan differently smiled slightly After a moment of froze
, he said calmly: “Wan Anbo is really talented in literature, but the soldiers are going out to fight, and the poems he donated are so bloody, I’m afraid it’s not auspicious!” Sentence—
Thousands of blows are still strong, let the wind from east to west, north and south!
After finishing the two poems, I saw the paper on which the words were written shake suddenly, and a hurricane blew up out of thin air in the Changming Palace, blowing directly to the soul. Immediately, some officials wanted to release their awe-inspiring righteousness to resist. At this moment, standing in the ranks of officials In the front row, an old man with a red sun on his chest and a golden crow opened his closed eyes, and said in a low voice: “Don’t resist. This is the wind of pure heart, be baptized by this wind, and wait for Yue Shushan to cross the sea of learning.” It will be less distracting to be confused! The master peak can increase the chance of being a great Confucianist by 10%, and it will also be a bonus to the Great Confucianism.”
Hearing this, all the officials immediately dissipated the awe-inspiring righteousness around them, and enduring the ravages of this strange wind, Chen Luo looked around For a week, in the entire hall, only the Minister of Culture, the Minister of Military Affairs, the Minister of Government who spoke just now, the Minister of Law standing in the corner, and Ye Heng on the throne were not affected.
Wen Xiang stepped forward and came to Chen Luo’s side. He reached out to take away the manuscript of the poem, but that hand was firmly grasped by the other hand. Yan Baichuan raised his head and faced Han Qingzhu’s smiling face.
“Lao Yan, don’t bother you, I can take it myself!”
“Don’t talk nonsense, this is a rare honest poem. My Wenchang Pavilion is in charge of the world’s literary movement, and the original manuscript should be kept in my Wenchang Pavilion!”
“Yan Laizi, are you playing a rascal with me? Look at the title, donate soldiers Prime Minister! Are you a military minister or am I a military minister!”
“I want to be a military minister!”
Just as the political minister was about to raise his leg, Han Qingzhu and Yan Baichuan turned their heads together and looked at the political minister; “Stand still!”
At this time, Ye Heng’s mouth that had just opened was also closed immediately, but his eyes looking at Chen Luo became even hotter.
After a while, everyone returned to their original state, but many people were sweating on their foreheads. Obviously, the baptism was not pleasant. The soldier suddenly laughed, and shouted: “Boy Chen, you old man of Zhuang Xingshi accepted it on behalf of the northern soldiers!” After speaking, his whole body was shocked, and he flicked Yan Baichuan’s hand away, grabbed the manuscript into his hand, and turned towards Ye Heng arched his hands: “Your Majesty, the military affairs are complicated, and the old minister will go down to prepare first!”
After finishing speaking, he winked at Chen Luo, and said via voice transmission: “Your boy suits my taste, I will talk about it later!
” After listening, the whole person has disappeared!
Yan Baichuan frowned slightly, but seeing that everyone was already awake, he couldn’t say anything more, and said indifferently: “Everyone read this poem often, and the effect of purifying the mind is still there!”
At this time, a voice sounded from the Wenchang Pavilion: “Thank you Wan Anbo Give me a poem!”
The one who spoke was Xiao Shiyuan, the Wenchang Pavilion recorder who had led the way for Chen Luo.
All the officials of Wenchang Pavilion immediately saluted at the same time: “Thank you Wan Anbo for the poem!” All the officials in the
hall followed suit and said: “Thank you Wan Anbo for the poem!
” , When he got up again, he returned to his original state, and said: “Wan
Anbo is really talented. I didn’t expect that today, I would have such a whim, and such a poem will be born. Congratulations!” Officials from the Ministry of Rites, everyone understood, and quickly said in unison: “Yes, yes, it is really gratifying.”
“It’s really a good story that Wan Shilang gave birth to a poem of honesty with just one thought.”
“Wan Shilang has a keen eye to recognize talent, and Wan Anbo’s poem was given to soldiers. It should be a big deal!”
“Only I think the title of the poem is inappropriate. Should it be “Invited by Wan Shilang to chant bamboo and present soldiers to send troops to Wanren City”
“Exactly, I just felt that something was missing, so it was here!”
…
At this moment in the court, hundreds of The official listened to the officials from the Ministry of Rituals who seemed to be whispering, but in fact the discussion was heard everywhere. The officials in the main hall looked embarrassed, while the Wenchang Pavilion showed contempt.
Ye Heng rubbed his temple helplessly, he was too familiar with this kind of scene.
Readers! It’s still from the Ministry of Rites!
He is best at talking about things in his mouth.
It’s just that it’s inconvenient for him or the four prime ministers to end.
Without him, it’s a shame!
But how can Wei Yan bear this tone, after bullying the little uncle, he still wants to get a name?
Wei Yan’s forehead was bulging with veins, and he was about to rush forward, but Chen Luo grabbed him.
Chen Luo looked outside the hall, not knowing when the rain had stopped.
“It’s just right!”
Chen Luo walked up to Wan Budong, imitating Wan Budong and putting on a smiling face: “This time, I would like to thank Master Wan for recommending this poem to come out! The boy happens to have a poem that he wants to give to Master Wan and the Ministry of Rites My lords !”,
Wan Budong had a bad feeling in his heart, and was about to refuse, but he heard Ye Heng say: “Chen Qing’s family, tell me quickly.”
Chen Luo waved away the eunuch who came forward to serve the pen and ink, and said: “Going to court today coincides with the heavy rain. Just after the rain breaks, I heard the high-level speeches of the lords of the Ministry of Rites. I have a poem in my heart .
”
I don’t know where the dragon is, but there is a pool of grass and thousands of frogs.”
All the officials in the court were stunned. Although this poem is not as good as the previous one, it is also very literary. Everyone seemed to have seen the dragon clan flying clouds and spreading rain just now, and then the dragon clan left, and the grass was green and the green frogs were singing, and they looked full of vitality.
“A good poem. At the beginning, the wind was high and the rain was rushing, the lightning flashed and the thunder rumbled, and then the dragons went away and the frogs croaked, and the spring was green and the grass was green. It had the artistic conception of ‘ten thousand trees in front of the sick tree’!” someone commented.
Wen Xiang smiled slightly, but Zheng Xiang had a gloomy expression.
At this time, Xiao Shiyuan also muttered in a low voice that everyone could hear: “It’s the artistic conception that is right. However, in relation to the scene here, it might be better to say that the wind stopped and the rain stopped, and a group of frogs felt that they were again That’s enough…”
Everyone was stunned for a moment, and they couldn’t help but smile knowingly when they thought of the scene where the officials of the Ministry of Rites were trying to share Chen Luowen’s name.
“Extremely extreme, just now you really ‘listen to the sound of frogs’…”
“The Ministry of Frog Crying, if you can’t do it, you have to do it…”
As soon as Xiao Zhanyuan’s words came out, the officials of the military department immediately echoed loudly.
The supervisory officials who had been quiet all along looked at their noses and minds, just like Faxiang, as if they hadn’t heard anything.
Emperor Xuan Ye Heng raised his eyebrows: “Wan Aiqing, this poem is good, you still don’t thank Chen Aiqing.” Wan Budong’s
face was pale, no smile could be squeezed on his face, he gritted his teeth and saluted Chen Luo: “Thank you Wan’an Poems from Bo!”
Chen Luo smiled brightly: “You’re welcome!”
There was a clerical error in the last chapter, it should be a poem from the Qing Dynasty.
A book friend left a poem by Gao Qi of the Ming Dynasty. I collected it and wrote it when I had the opportunity.
Two poems in the book:
Zheng Xie, the author of the first “Bamboo and Stone”, is a representative of the “Eight Eccentrics of Yangzhou” in the Qing Dynasty, named Banqiao. People called Zheng Banqiao.
The author of the second song “Heavy Rain on May 19th” is Liu Ji, the founding father of the Ming Dynasty, and his style is Bowen. That’s what we call Bowen Liu.
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