"Okay, if you want to bet your life, then let's bet our lives."
Yang Dong suppressed the joy in his heart and said calmly,
"But I'm not interested in your dog's life. Why don't we just bet on your position?"
"If you lose, how about you get out of the court?"
As soon as he said this, a trace of hesitation flashed in Li Mo's eyes.
The reason why he proposed the bet was to strike first. Unexpectedly, Yang Dong actually dared to agree!
But he worked hard for most of his life to get his current position as Minister of War.
If you really lose...
Li Mo felt a little hesitant, but at this time, a slight cough came from his ear.
He looked stern, nodded immediately and said:
"If that's the case, then we gentlemen can't chase you!"
Yang Dong looked disdainful, looking past Li Mo and towards the empress on the dragon throne.
Seeing the concern in the other person's eyes, Yang Dong felt a warm current in his heart.
"Your Majesty, please bear witness to this matter!"
"If I create a masterpiece that surpasses Princess Houjin, then from now on, I will be the Minister of War of the Great Zhou Dynasty."
The empress pondered for a moment. Seeing Yang Dong's firm face, she nodded slightly and said:
"Can."
When Yang Dong saw this, he immediately stopped hesitating, turned his head and looked at Wan Yanyue, and said:
"Little barbarian girl, don't think that you can compose good poems after just a few years of reading."
"Today I will let you know why there are people outside the world and there is a sky outside the world."
Wan Yanyue was not angry, but said seriously:
"Okay, I'll wait and see."
"Listen carefully!"
Yang Dong coughed lightly, cleared his throat, and began to chant.
"There are several plum trees in the corner, and Ling Han is blooming alone."
As soon as the previous two sentences came out, both the envoys of the Later Jin Dynasty and the officials of the Great Zhou Dynasty in the main hall looked startled.
Although the first two lines of the poem do not describe the scenery with any gorgeous words, they immediately give people a strong sense of the picture.
In the twelfth lunar month of winter, heavy snow falls. The flowers have withered, and the sky and the earth are white.
Only under the corner of the courtyard, a few plum blossoms bloomed resolutely despite the cold winter.
There is obviously not much description, nor is there any description of the idea.
But for some reason, in everyone's eyes, Ling Han's open and proud wintersweet appeared in everyone's eyes.
Yang Dong glanced at the ministers above the main hall and saw that they all looked thoughtful, and he couldn't help but feel a smile in his heart.
Mr. Linchuan's "Plum Blossom" has been circulated for thousands of years. Basically, when it comes to plum poems, it is absolutely unavoidable.
You are just a female barbarian, there is no comparison at all!
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but look at Wan Yanyue beside him.
At this moment, Wan Yanyue was also immersed in the artistic conception of "Plum Blossom".
On the other hand, the empress on the dragon throne looked at him with extremely hot eyes.
"Ahem."
Yang Dong coughed slightly, and his temperament suddenly became unpredictable.
"I knew it wasn't snow from afar, because there was a faint fragrance coming!"
As soon as the last two sentences came out, all the officials in the audience could not help but take a breath!
If you say the first two sentences, what is painted to them is a picture of winter plum blossoms.
So these last two sentences can be said to be the finishing touch!
The white wintersweet looks just like snow. But because of its subtle fragrance, it is destined to be different from Bai Xue!
"What a poem, what a poem!"
"We don't pursue gorgeous words, and we don't stick to the shape of plum blossoms. Only a few sentences express the character of wintersweet."
"This poem will be remembered for thousands of years!"
The first person to speak was the bachelor of the Hanlin Academy.
Since Lin Chunqiu, the first assistant, unified the court, the role of the Hanlin Academy has been marginalized to the extreme.
Now their job is just to sort out some articles and books.
But precisely because of this, the great bachelor's praise highlighted the extraordinary nature of this song "Plum Blossom".
As for the empress on the dragon throne, her tense cheeks also relaxed slightly.
Above the court, the other ministers were also shocked.
They are all literati, so they naturally understand what kind of aspirations and interests are contained in these four short sentences.
But soon, their eyes unanimously focused on Li Mo.
Li Mo is one of the core members of Lin Chunqiu's party. At this moment, the faces of Lin Chunqiu's party are all gloomy.
How could they not understand that Yang Dong not only won this time, but also in a crushing manner!
Finally, Li Mo, who realized that he was about to lose his official position, couldn't help it.
He suddenly shouted angrily and roared loudly:
"Cheating! This eunuch is totally cheating!"
"How could a mere eunuch write such a magnificent poem?"
As soon as these words came out, Wan Yanyue couldn't help but frown slightly.
She loves poetry very much, so she naturally understands that there is no possibility of cheating in such a stunning work.
She was about to open her mouth to defend Yang Dong, but was stopped by the guards on the side.
"Little princess, don't forget that you are from Houjin."
The guard beside him whispered a reminder, and then Wan Yanyue gave up.
But even if she doesn't stand up, someone else will.
But the first person to stand up was still the bachelor of the Hanlin Academy.
"Master Li, what you said is wrong!"
"Such a shocking work must have been made by this... this young man."
"If you say it's cheating, I don't believe it. After all, I think no one in the world can do such a shocking thing!"
After saying this, he looked at Yang Dong eagerly.
"Young man, would you like to join the Hanlin Academy and work with me to sort out the classics?"
"Don't feel sorry for yourself because of your disability. I can already hear your unwillingness to admit defeat from your poems!"
Sitting on the dragon chair, the empress also nodded slightly.
"Xiao Dongzi, you are very good."
"I prove that you won this bet!"
After saying that, she glanced at Li Mo with cold eyes.
"Li Aiqing, please leave on your own. I am very disappointed in you!"
As soon as these words came out, Li Mo's expression suddenly changed.
He never expected that with just a bet, he would lose his position as Minister of War!
You know, if he loses this position, he will lose hundreds of thousands of taels of silver a year.
If he didn't have this money, how could he afford to raise a group of beautiful wives and concubines?
Thinking of this, he immediately knelt on the ground and begged the empress for forgiveness.
However, Ji Ziyue on the dragon chair was not moved at all.
Li Mo couldn't help but feel a sense of despair in his heart. He suddenly looked at Lin Chunqiu beside him, his eyes flashing with the look of a drowning man looking at the last straw.
"Lord Chief Assistant, save me!"
Lin Chunqiu frowned slightly. He did not expect that Yang Dong, a mere eunuch, could have such literary talent.
But even if he wins the bet, so what?
How could the Zhou Dynasty allow an eunuch to hold such an important position as Minister of War?
I saw him walking out of the queue with a calm expression, bowing casually to the empress and saying:
"Your Majesty, this must not be done!"
"How can a mere eunuch serve as the Minister of War of the Great Zhou Dynasty?"
