"Your Majesty, regarding the scroll, I know that I cannot prove my innocence."
As soon as Yang Dong opened his mouth, he received a burst of boos.
If you can't prove your innocence, why are you talking about it?
Just confess your guilt, right?
Li Ziming and Kong Shu stared at Yang Dong with the same disdain.
Eunuchs are eunuchs. When something happens, they get confused. It is impossible for such a person to become a great person!
Unexpectedly, Yang Dong continued:
"But... I have a way to prove that this song "Plum Blossom" was written by me."
"Oh? Tell me."
The empress nodded slightly and motioned for him to continue.
"This slave obeys your order."
Yang Dong bowed again, then turned to look at the potbellied Sun Xing.
"Young Master Sun just said that this "Plum Blossom" was written by the Young Master. I imagine that the Young Master's attainments in poetry must be extremely profound, right?"
When he was suddenly asked this question, Sun Xing was a little confused.
But he still subconsciously answered:
"It's natural! I can read and digit at the age of four. I was known as a child prodigy when I was young. It's natural that I can write a few poems."
"Very good, Mr. Sun is indeed a hero!"
Yang Dong praised him and said before the other party could speak:
"In that case, I guess Mr. Sun wouldn't mind if he could compete with me."
"ah?"
When Sun Xing heard this, his expression suddenly froze.
Are you kidding? He is just a second-generation ancestor who is just waiting to die. When did he learn to write poetry?
He frowned slightly and immediately shook his head.
"I'm afraid there's something wrong with this matter. Writing poetry is just what I feel like doing. How can I open my mouth to do it?"
"But isn't Mr. Sun a child prodigy?"
Yang Dong followed his words and asked again.
Sun Xing immediately shook his head firmly and retorted:
"Even if you are a child prodigy, you can't do it! If you open your mouth and speak, isn't that a skill that only poetry immortals have?"
"Although I have some experience in poetry writing, I have not yet reached the realm of poetry immortality. So..."
"But……"
A look of embarrassment flashed across Yang Dong's cheeks. He suddenly raised his head and glanced at the officials present.
"But, I am a poet!"
As soon as these words came out, the expressions of the officials in the Palace of Supreme Harmony suddenly changed! Even Lin Chunqiu, who had been fishing, suddenly opened his eyes at this moment.
On the dragon chair, the empress frowned slightly. I couldn't help but blame myself secretly.
How can this little Dongzi claim to be the Immortal of Poetry?
Feeling the disdainful looks coming from all around, Yang Dong was not in a hurry. I saw him suddenly taking a step forward and heading towards the door of the hall.
"I never see the ancients before me, and I never see the newcomers after me. Thinking about the long journey of heaven and earth, I shed tears with sadness."
Just four sentences, but like a thunder, it instantly shocked all the officials present!
Such a generous and sad artistic conception is vividly displayed in just four sentences. It also contains the author’s feeling that his talent has not been appreciated!
There seems to be a bit of arrogance in it!
Not simple, this poem is not simple!
For a moment, the eyes of the officials looking at Yang Dong lost a lot of contempt.
Regardless of whether the song "Plum Blossom" was written by this person or not, with these four lines, he can still be regarded as a poet!
On the dragon throne, when the empress heard this poem, a flash of anger flashed across her majestic face.
Xiao Dongzi, this bad guy, wrote this poem, which is clearly satirizing himself!
Isn't it a complaint that I don't know people well enough if I don't recognize them?
In the eyes of others, Yang Dong just took one step and composed a poem.
But at this moment, Yang Dong was desperately searching his intestines and stomach.
I had only known that poetry would be so useful one day. Back then, I told you that I would memorize three hundred Tang poems by heart no matter what.
Mr. Chen, please don't be angry if I lend you a poem. It's a helpless act.
Yang Dong apologized silently in his heart, and then took a step forward.
"Dark clouds are pressing down on the city, threatening to destroy it. The armor's light shines towards the golden scales of the sun. The sound of the horn fills the autumn sky, and the swallow's fat condenses into purple at night."
The deep voice is paired with this verse that is like a stroke of genius. In just four sentences, the scene of a frontier war was sketched out for the ministers present.
The generals in the Hall of Supreme Harmony seemed to have returned to the original battlefield.
Knives and swords, blood and fire!
After each battle, only the smoke of gunpowder and the city isolated from heaven and earth were left.
Everyone was silent, and there was silence among the officials above the main hall. Although they are not good at writing poetry, it does not mean that they cannot read poetry. Just these four sentences in the first film have surpassed the works of the time. It's just... I always feel like this poem is only halfway through.
At this moment, Yang Dong's deep voice came slowly again.
"A half-rolled red flag is approaching the Yishui River, and the sound of the heavy frost and cold drums cannot be heard. I report to you on the golden stage, and support the jade dragon to die for you."
If we talk about the first four sentences, they describe the grandeur of the battlefield and the scenery of the border fortress. The last four sentences suddenly transformed into the bitter cold of the frontier and the tenacity of the soldiers!
The sentence "Report to the king on the golden platform, support the jade dragon and die for the king" expresses the feelings of the soldiers who are loyal to the king, patriotic and want to make contributions!
"Okay! Okay! Okay!!"
On the dragon chair, the empress has stood up.
She stared at Yang Dong, with a hint of admiration flashing in her eyes at this moment.
The generals in the Hall of Supreme Harmony were also in high spirits.
They waved their arms and shouted:
"Report your favor on the golden stage, support the Jade Dragon and die for you!"
"Report your favor on the golden stage, support the Jade Dragon and die for you!"
At this moment, they seemed to have returned to the era of fighting and fighting.
At that time, the Great Zhou Dynasty was not as decadent as it is now.
At that time, Dazhou was not afraid of any invading enemies! They left home when they were young and established themselves in the frontier fortress.
Looking back now, it has been more than decades.
The blood that was once boiling has turned cold without knowing when.
The once heroic spirit of serving the country has turned into a personal agenda at some point.
What went wrong this week?
The generals were remembering the past, but the civil servants were lost in thought.
What no one noticed was that Yang Dong took another step forward at this time.
"He was a hero in life, but a hero in death. I still miss Xiang Yu and refuse to cross the Yangtze River."
Another short four sentences, but the artistic conception changed again.
Just four sentences, but it speaks directly from the heart and is so heroic!
Only this time, the faces of the officials present showed doubts.
A minister stood up and walked out of the queue, and couldn't help but ask:
"Yang...Little friend Yang, who is Xiang Yu? Why have we never heard of this person?"
"As for Jiangdong, is it the three states of Lu, Zhang and Dan today?"
"Well……"
Yang Dong stopped walking and scratched his head with his backhand.
I was busy reciting poems, but I forgot about it.
In the history of the Zhou Dynasty, there is no such figure as Xiang Yu.
But as soon as he rolled his eyes, he said seriously:
"Five hundred years ago, the seven kingdoms rose together. Xiang Yu was a school captain in Danzhou."
"Unfortunately, during the battle in Jiangdong, he was ambushed. In the end, he was unable to save himself and died in Wuzhou."
Some people died, but not completely...
