What kind of person is Xungui?
It was to go to the battlefield to fight and kill a ruthless man who gained fame and wealth. They were all awarded titles based on military merit.
However, the noble disciples have been exposed to these things all year round. Although their understanding of war is not as good as that of some famous generals, it is not something that scholar-bureaucrats like Hu Yan can understand.
They know that in the face of alien invasion, fear is useless, they just have to fight!
Even if we are beaten to a bloody head and people fall over, we must let the foreigners know that we are not easy to mess with.
In this way, they will know that Da Gan people are hard-core and will stop their evil deeds.
On the contrary, if they are afraid, then they are like wolves that cannot be fed enough and will one day eat people alive.
Therefore, Li Changkong's remarks were applauded by the whole house, and even Princess Zhaoyang's deer-like eyes were filled with brilliance.
Although she is ignorant by nature, she is also the daughter of the King of Zhongshan. In recent years, the King of Zhongshan has been active on the front line against Bei Yuan. As his daughter, Princess Zhaoyang naturally has no good impression of Bei Yuan.
Therefore, she preferred Li Changkong's remarks to Wang Fuyao's poems.
Even Princess Huaiqing nodded secretly after hearing these remarks.
She is not a princess raised in a deep palace who is ignorant of the world. Instead, she is extremely talented and insightful.
If it weren't for the constraints of the times, he would surely have been able to create a feat that was no less than a man's.
Judging from her knowledge and experience, she actually felt that what Li Changkong said was true.
I just didn't speak out because I was worried about Li Shanchang's face.
"Okay, okay, then Wang Fuyao is a famous figure in Chu that everyone respects. How can you, a child with a yellow mouth, comment on it at will?" Hu Yan waved his hand and motioned for Li Changkong to sit down, which was regarded as giving him the chance to sit down. Down.
Li Changkong was noncommittal and prepared to sit down.
Unexpectedly, a very inappropriate voice sounded from behind: "Who can't open his mouth to say that someone else's poems are not good?"
"If you have the ability, why not write a poem yourself?"
Hearing this, everyone turned their heads and saw Zhu Ben with a sarcastic look on his face.
Li Changkong frowned slightly when he saw this.
It seems that my father is not completely uncompetitive when it comes to going south.
At least it put a lot of pressure on Marquis Yangcheng, otherwise Zhu Ben wouldn't have targeted me like this.
Then I can't let you succeed.
Hearing this, before Li Changkong said anything, Hu Yan frowned and angrily shouted: "Nonsense!"
Li Changkong, a noble son, who usually never touches books, can express such an opinion just now. Although it is a bit deviant, it is not easy.
Ask him to write poetry too? Isn't that nonsense?
However, before Hu Yan could stop him, Li Changkong opened his voice and said loudly:
"Then listen carefully!"
"Title: Azolla!"
"I am so angry that I lean on the railing, and the mist of rain stops. I look up, look up to the sky and roar, my heart is full of passion. Thirty years of fame and dust, eight thousand miles of road, clouds and moon. Don't wait for it, your young head will turn gray, and you will feel so sad!"
"The shame of Jingkang has not yet snowed; the hatred of the ministers, when will it be extinguished? Drive a long chariot and trample through the gap in the Helan Mountains. The ambition is to eat Hulu meat when hungry, and laugh and drink the blood of Huns when thirsty. Start from the beginning, clean up the old rivers and mountains, and face the sky!"
After finishing the sentence, the scene fell into deathly silence.
Yue Fei's "Manjianghong" can be regarded as a masterpiece that is known to everyone in later generations.
Especially in terms of fighting against alien races, it is a real masterpiece.
Together with Zhang Ruoxu's "Spring River Flowers and Moonlight Night", it is also known as "a single chapter covering the entire Tang Dynasty, and one single chapter covering the two Song Dynasties!"
Such poems and essays are quite explosive in the entire five thousand years of Chinese history and culture.
Not to mention in the Daqian literary world.
Of all the people present, I am afraid that only Hu Yan and Li Shanchang could understand the strong and intense artistic conception in the poem.
The reason for the silence was not that they didn't want to comment, but that they were so immersed in the artistic conception of the poem that they couldn't extricate themselves for a while and forgot to comment.
However, Zhu Ben didn't think so. Unlike time-travelers like Li Changkong, he was a real noble son, a serious person who never touched books.
I couldn't tell whether the poem was good or bad, but seeing that no one in the audience spoke, I thought it was not good. Coupled with the competition between my parents, I didn't think twice and said directly: "You wrote this What word? It’s really nonsense, it doesn’t make any sense!”
He opened his mouth wide, trying to think of more outrageous words to insult.
It would be best to make that guy Li Changkong faint in anger.
Who would have thought that after saying a few words, he heard two loud shouts.
"shut up!"
"shut up!"
It's Hu Yan and Li Shanchang!
After briefly regaining consciousness, they heard Zhu Ben's words.
It can be said that the condiment bottle has been knocked over in my heart, and I have all kinds of mixed feelings.
If "Man Jiang Hong" is nonsense and doesn't make sense, then what do they call the poems they wrote after half a lifetime of study?
Isn’t it even worse than pig food?
This... this guy's vicious thoughts are poking their spines!
"You're so arrogant! How dare you talk here!"
"Such an excellent work, with neat dialogues and natural rhymes. The choice of words and sentences, as well as the overall artistic conception, are all top-notch."
"It's true, it's true... it's a godsend!"
"How can I call you a fool and slander me like this!"
These words came from Li Shanchang.
If it came from Hu Yan's mouth, Zhu Ben would have some courage to argue with him.
Li Shanchang was not only a great Confucian admired by scholars in Qiandu, but also a Imperial Imperial Confucian, and was an official of the Imperial Court.
And he, although he has the title of noble son.
But to be honest, since he has no official position and has never held a title, he is probably only slightly better than a commoner.
Zhenhe and the court official refuted it, but the outcome was not much better. They started to talk a little and stopped talking.
Although he stopped talking, Li Shanchang and Hu Yan became completely excited.
He looked at Li Changkong with burning eyes and asked, "Did you write this poem yourself?"
Li Changkong believed that he had always been a person of high moral character and could not steal other people's poems as his own, so he answered honestly:
"How can a student with limited talent and limited knowledge produce poetry like this?"
"To be honest with you two gentlemen, this is the work of Yue Fei and Yue Pengju, a great master of one-word art!"
Hu Yan frowned immediately when he heard this, but did not answer Li Changkong immediately.
Because he was thinking and wondering, among all the countries, is there a great Confucian named Yue Fei?
The result is that quite a while has passed, and I still haven't thought of such a person.
So he turned his attention to Li Shanchang.
Li Shanchang also shook his head. Logically speaking, a great Confucian who could write such poems should not be an unknown person.
But the fact is that Li Shan has been a scholar of heaven and man, and has read all the classics of various countries for many years.
But I have never heard of a poet named Yue Fei.
It means, this guy is lying!
