When Han Du saw that everyone couldn't hold their heads up after being scolded by him, he suddenly felt very bored. He waved to Fang Xiaoru and left.
After Han Du left, the faces of these people were still as ugly as ever. There were those who were still somewhat sober, but their faces became extremely depressed, and they muttered: "It's over, it's over, a lifetime of fame, a lifetime of fame, it's all ruined..."
After hearing this, the others suddenly realized the seriousness of the matter.
As soon as Han Du's poem comes out, it will inevitably attract people to sing it. Although Han Du's poem is not the best, it can still be regarded as a famous piece. When there was a shortage of poems in the early Ming Dynasty, it will inevitably arouse people's pursuit. As the negative side of this poem, these people have become notorious through this poem, and their reputations have been ruined in one lifetime.
Everyone looked at the leader angrily, and at the same time they also regretted that they should not have come rashly just for a meal and a drink. But now it's too late no matter what I say, and there is no regret in this world.
Everyone stood up and left quickly without even saying hello, as if they could leave here a moment earlier and they would be less involved.
Han Du and Fang Xiaoru walked out of the restaurant.
Fang Xiaoru, who was behind him, quickly took two steps and said to Han Du, "Brother Han is so talented in literature. The scolding really makes him happy."
Han Du thought for a moment and realized what Fang Xiaoru was talking about, so he explained: "Brother Fang misunderstood. Han Du did not do it himself, but borrowed it from others."
Who knew that Han Du's explanation was simply not good enough for Fang Xiaoru. "Brother Han, please stop being modest. Is there such a coincidence in the world? Brother Han can write a good poem to scold them in the blink of an eye. He is like Cao Zijian who composed a poem in seven steps."
It is easy to write a poem, and it is not difficult to write a good poem. With Fang Xiaoru's literary talent, if he has time to think about it, he can do it. But he couldn't write a good poem like Han Du in a very short time.
As for Han Du's categorical denial that he did not write the words, haha, Fang Xiaoru only thought that Han Du was being humble. Poems written in this world are either about expressing feelings or expressing ambitions. Are there any poems like Han Du who specifically write poems to curse people? As for cursing, I'm afraid the only one is Han Du's. Where can he borrow it?
When Han Du saw that Fang Xiaoru had determined that it was written by him, he didn't bother to explain anything. Besides, what's there to explain? Everyone is a time traveler. Could it be that a monk can touch it but a poor Taoist cannot? As a copycat, there is a huge copy of articles in the world.
Han Du warmly invited Fang Xiaoru to eat and drink at the seafood restaurant, and finally asked Fang Xiaoru not to return home for the time being, and it would be best to stay in the capital for a longer time. Even if there is no place to live, Han Du can arrange it for him.
Fang Xiaoru had no objection to Han Du's request and nodded directly in agreement. However, he shook his head and refused Han Du's proposal to arrange a place to live, saying bluntly that he had a place to live, so Han Du didn't need to worry.
...
At night, in Fengtian Palace.
Lao Zhu had finished handling the government affairs for the day and was sitting on the dragon chair, drinking ginseng tea and listening to Mao Xiang's report. The focus of the news reported by Mao Xiang was the war situation between the north and the south. The south was a little better. They drove all the way without encountering any decent resistance. Naturally, there was not much news that Mao Xiang could report. But it was different in the north. Mao Xiang had to report every detail of the news to Lao Zhu.
Although the military information from the north and the south was constantly being transmitted to the court. But it is obvious that Mao Xiang's source of information is earlier than the imperial court. Therefore, Lao Zhu can get the news in advance, which facilitates him to make various responses in a timely manner.
After Mao Xiang finished reporting various news, seeing that the emperor had no instructions, he continued to talk about various news in the market.
The news about Han Du is still the talk among the people after dinner, but what is different from the past is that Han Du appeared in the restaurant today.
"What are you talking about? This bastard can write lyrics to scold those who arranged him?" Lao Zhu has Mao Xiang, so he naturally knows that someone is constantly arranging Han Du, and he also knows who is the mastermind behind this. who.
It may be due to the fact that Han Du doesn't know how to praise, and in addition, this boy later dared to threaten me. Lao Zhu did not take action to defend Han Du, but let those people continue to arrange him, wanting to see this kid's jokes.
Unexpectedly, this guy actually came forward on his own. And he solved the matter thoroughly as soon as he left the house, and he did so through writing lyrics.
Mao Xiang nodded, and then told the emperor what happened. The explanation was so detailed that Lao Zhu felt like he was actually there.
"I am originally from Houshan, and I was a guest in the middle hall. I danced drunkenly with half a volume of scriptures in the Sutra Pavilion, and sat in a well to talk about how vast the sky is." Lao Zhu muttered while standing up and pacing, "Aspirations play for fame, and seas compete to measure blessings and misfortunes. When the time comes, When money is tight, he angrily points out that everything is wrong."
Just talking about it, Lao Zhu felt that it was not enough. There is no need for anyone to wait for the pen and ink, just pick up the pen and write down the words on the imperial desk. After reading it several times, I praised: "Not bad, not bad, worthy of his talent in my heart."
This poem vividly describes the embarrassment of those who have great ambitions but little talent, which makes Lao Zhu feel happier the more he reads it. At that time, Lao Zhu's family members starved to death one by one. In Lao Zhu's view, these were the sins of officials and the harm done to him by officials. Officials are all scholars, so Lao Zhu has never had a good impression of scholars. But it's one thing not to have a good impression, and another thing to be realistic. Lao Zhu clearly knew that if he wanted to govern the world, he could only rely on officials and scholars, so Lao Zhu would give relevant preferential treatment to scholars.
And this poem really scolds those who have great ambitions but few talents, thoroughly and heartily. How could Lao Zhu not feel a burst of joy and joy?
Mao Xiang was dumbfounded when he heard it under His Majesty Dan, but he didn't understand poetry, and he didn't know whether Han Du's word was good or bad. But since the emperor has said yes, it is naturally great to think about it.
...
In just a few days, Han Du wrote a poem to scold those scholars. The people who originally yelled and killed Han Du disappeared in an instant. Not only did they all shut up, many of them even cut off their robes and cut off their righteousness, fearing that they would be implicated and be scolded as a person with great ambition and talent. If someone had been scolded in the past for being ambitious and lacking talent, people with a thicker skin would not even care at all. But things are different now. If anyone is criticized for being ambitious and lacking talent, then prepare to be tied to this poem.
