The official looked a little weird, what was he grateful for? Are you grateful to that boy for not killing him?
And you open your mouth and shut up about eternal famous articles, are you trying to praise them?
The queen and concubines sitting on his left and right looked around with curiosity. Although they were deep in the harem, they often heard various rumors about Song Yu.
In particular, his "grand welcome ceremony" for the Northern Qi envoys made these two nobles who had been with the officials, traveled together, witnessed the cruelty of the war with their own eyes, and hated the Northern Qi so much that they laughed after hearing this. no.
Speaking of their impressions of the Northern Qi Dynasty, the empress and the concubine’s mentality are almost the same——
I am somewhat grateful. If it hadn't been for that war, girls from aristocratic families like them would basically be married to each other. Even if they entered the palace, they would never be so noble.
But ninety-nine percent of it is hate!
Because deep down, they are Han Chinese after all.
They all had a natural affinity for Song Yu, who was able to torment the delegation of the suzerain state of Northern Qi to the point of ecstasy.
Queen Cui couldn't help but glance at the official family and asked softly: "Where is the child? Why didn't I see him?"
Her daughter Zhao Huan has mentioned Song Yu in front of her more than once recently, and she praised him all the time. She said that this man's literary talent, elegant martial arts, and outstanding martial arts are just superficial. What is really great is his ideological realm, conversation, and... extraordinary vision!
Therefore, Queen Cui began to pay attention to this young man Song Yu and planned to observe him carefully.
The concubine Wang Guifei on the side also had a somewhat probing look in her eyes. Her son Zhao Xiu also admired Song Yu very much and said in front of her more than once that he would introduce this person to the prince's brother.
"Yes, Guan family, where is Song Yu?"
The official glanced at the excited members of the Northern Qi delegation and asked, "Where is Song Yu?"
He couldn't see Song Yu either, so he guessed he was hiding in a corner.
Hearing the official's voice, Song Yu stood up helplessly, cupped his hands from a distance and said, "Guan, I'm here."
The official looked at Song Yu with a smile: "These members of the mission are very grateful for your reception and admire your talents. They would like to hear you compose a poem to celebrate today's banquet. What do you think?"
Before Song Yu could speak, someone among the members of the Ministry of Rites in Zhao suddenly stood up, looked at the officials and said, "Special envoy Song is very knowledgeable and has set an example for the entire scholarly community. A mere poem is not a big deal. Officials But don’t let him refuse. To be honest, we are also looking forward to Special Envoy Song’s eternal masterpiece. It would be an honor to be able to witness it with our own eyes!”
At this time, several Zhao officials stood up one after another, saying that Song Xuanzheng, the special envoy of Song Dynasty, was silent and no one dared to write poems.
The profound skill of flattery and killing allowed Song Yu to see the depth of Zhao's officialdom.
The official glanced at this group of officials with a smile, and his eyes fell on Song Yu again.
Song Yu looked at the group of officials who stood up to make a fuss. Are they such a bunch of dogs that they can't wait to see me make a fool of myself?
If there hadn't been the heckles from this group of foreign officials, he could have just followed the officials' advice and excused himself from not being good at poetry.
But now... I'm kind of put on the back foot, as if I don't write a poem and slap you birdmen in the face, and you'll feel uncomfortable all over.
Song Yu said: "Going back to the official house, I... I am really not good at poetry. I am a warrior, wielding swords and guns all day long. Occasionally I heard a few famous quotes and aphorisms, and I said them casually, but I never thought of stealing them. I have it for myself. Somehow it spread among the scholars, and I got a ridiculous talent name... In contrast, I am actually better at creating surprises!"
All the members of the Northern Qi envoy suddenly looked stiff, "Song Yu, just wait, we are not done with you!"
Zhao Wang Qi Jue's face was expressionless, still distracted; Jiang Su sat there quietly, with a solemn expression on his face, as if he was cultivating his "mind"; Jiang Yong smiled and stroked his beard, his mission had been completed, and he didn't care much about what happened next. .
Jiang Tong, who was dressed in a rich dress, lowered his head slightly with a calm expression. She heard from her grandfather that although the official family kept her, they did not want her to stay in the palace and instead made her Li Chaoen's adopted daughter.
It is said that this great man who was promoted to Privy Council as a eunuch has many adopted sons and daughters. If he becomes one of them, he should... be free, right?
Listening to Song Yu's evasive words, Jiang Tong couldn't help but raise his head and glance over there secretly.
Mr. Yu is so young, yet so humble and low-key. Compared with his cousin Jiang Su, who seems quiet but is extremely proud in his heart, he is like heaven and earth.
"Special Envoy Song, don't be modest. I am fifty-six years old this year. I have been literate and reading for more than fifty years. I have read all the classics and history books, but I have never seen the words of the special envoy in any book. If someone really says Yes, he has already become famous all over the world. Today, in front of the distinguished guests of the Northern Qi Dynasty, the special envoy should show off the elegance of our Zhao country, otherwise wouldn't it be ridiculed?" A purple-robed official who Song Yu could not name or match was sitting. Said there seriously.
There is a high probability that this is from Prime Minister Chu's line, otherwise most of the Demon Supervisor Departments have detailed information.
Being able to recognize Chu Qinghui at a glance was mainly because he was accompanied by the monster Qian Zhenren.
At this time, everyone's eyes fell on Song Yu, and the hall became almost extremely quiet.
Song Yu looked at the Northern Qi officials very sincerely and said: "You guys ask me to write poems, so I shouldn't refuse. After all, we got along well before, but I'm really not good at this..."
Without waiting for these Northern Qi officials who got along well with him to speak, Song Yu continued: "But before in Hanjiang..."
"Listen to what the ancients said?" The eldest princess's clear and melodious voice came from the front of the palace.
coax!
A burst of cheerful laughter suddenly came from the quiet hall.
Queen Cui, who was sitting on it, couldn't help but glance at her daughter.
Song Yu looked at the eldest princess who was sitting in front of the palace with outstanding temperament: "Back to eldest princess, this time I am not listening to what the ancients said, but... listening to what the number one scholar behind me said!"
Sun Zhiping, who was hiding himself in the corner, suddenly looked confused and thought to himself, what does this have to do with me?
An ominous premonition suddenly emerged in his heart.
"Oh? But Sun Jian, the top scorer in the last scientific examination...Sun Zhiping?" the official asked with interest.
Song Yu nodded: "Back to the official house, it was this Sun Zhiping. At that time, Brother Sun was on a mission in Hanjiang. Lu Xiu, the son of Lu Tong, the military governor of Hanjiang, and others happened to be there too. I and a group of young people were drinking at the same table. .”
"During the dinner, Lu Xiu talked about his father's various experiences when he followed the privy envoys and officials to reorganize the country, as well as all the regrets about the difficulty of the northern expedition and the inability to regain the lost land. Dafu was filled with emotion!"
As soon as these words came out, at least half of the people in Jiying Palace changed their expressions on the spot.
The members of the delegation from Northern Qi instantly turned ugly.
Northern Expedition? Who? We all know that you, Song Yu, are bold, but we didn't expect you to be so bold? !
The officials from Zhao State all looked at the official family, are you tired of living? This is not something I feel comfortable saying!
The official, however, still kept his smile, and there was nothing unusual on his face. Instead, he said to Song Yu, "Go on."
"Brother Sun drank a few more glasses of wine that day, with a look of sorrow and anger in his eyes. He slapped the table hard and said angrily: He was so angry that he leaned on the railing while the rain stopped. He looked up and roared to the sky with great ambition. Thirty merits. Dust and soil, eight thousand miles of road, clouds and moon. Don't wait, the young man's head is gray, and the sky is filled with sorrow. The shame of Xiangyang has not yet snowed, and the hatred of the ministers, when will it be destroyed? Driving a long chariot, trampling through the gaps in the Helan Mountains. Ambition and hunger eat Hulu Meat, laugh and drink the blood of the Huns. Let’s start again, clean up the old mountains and rivers, and face the sky!"
Song Yu, tall and tall, stood tall and straight.
His eyes were clear, and his clear and passionate voice contained a hint of grief and indignation that spanned the ages.
But he remained calm throughout and did not roar.
But every word is like a blade, with murderous intent reaching the sky!
If we say "to establish a heart for the heaven and earth, to establish a destiny for the people, to carry forward the unique knowledge for the saints, and to create peace for all generations" is the common pursuit of all scholars in this world and is their ultimate goal.
Then this song "Man Jiang Hong" should become the most tragic cry deep in the hearts of everyone in the entire Zhao Kingdom...from the emperors and generals to the common people!
He completely revealed the deepest obsession deep in the souls and flowing in the blood of the children of the Han family!
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…
A song called "Manjianghong" came out, and everyone was dumbfounded.
From top to bottom, everyone in the Northern Qi delegation was completely confused!
Well, except Qi Jue.
Jiang Yong's mouth opened slightly, and a thin layer of cold sweat broke out on his forehead!
Witness the birth of an eternal masterpiece?
Now it's here!
But this is the equivalent of a war cry from Zhao to Northern Qi!
Driving a long car, crossing the gap in Helan Mountain. The ambition is to eat the meat of Huns when they are hungry, and to drink the blood of Huns when they are thirsty.
This is a deep-seated hatred... I wish I could eat your flesh and drink your blood!
The Que Ci that Song Yu made in front of them was like a brilliant divine sword coming from the nine heavens and beheading them.
They didn’t originally want to do it!
It was the people on their side who were trying their best to make a fool of themselves, thinking that they had a few good poems in their hands, and wanted to make Song Yu, who had never written poetry, make a fool of himself in public!
And the reason why he agreed was that he wanted to "drain" part of Song Yu's energy in this way.
Even if Song Yu really has a strong poetic talent, he will be mentally exhausted after a "battle" with this group of people.
By then, Jiang Su's chances of winning will be even greater.
As a result... as soon as this poem came out, who among the entire Northern Qi delegation dared to take out the poem in their hands?
He couldn't even imagine what kind of reaction there would be when this rumor was sent back to Northern Qi.
But one thing is certain, this group of people will indeed be famous for their laughter throughout the ages because of this nonsense.
Jiang Yong wanted to say something, but couldn't say a word.
Jiang Tong looked at Song Yu, who was standing at the end of the hall with a tall and straight posture, and his eyes were a little crazy.
Murderous intent flashed in Jiang Su's eyes. Zhao Guosheng had such a character. Even if he didn't have a relationship with Ye Sanniang, he wouldn't be allowed to stay!
On the other side of the Zhao State officials, almost everyone who had experienced that tragic and dark era could not help crying on the spot.
Even Prime Minister Chu Qinghui sat there blankly, his eyes a little blank.
Zhao Huan, who didn't like to write or write, had red eyes and pursed his lips hard.
Xiao Qing next to her subconsciously grabbed her hand hard, but she didn't feel it at all.
The official who was originally smiling still kept his smile, sitting there high, taking a deep breath, and then another deep breath, and then another deep breath.
Empress Cui and Concubine Wang on the left and right lowered their heads silently and lowered their eyes.
Tick-tock, tick-tock, tears fell on the clothes, and they fainted quickly.
(End of chapter)
