When Chen Xiaomu walked up to Su Xingran and sat down, he realized that the atmosphere in the tent seemed not quite right. Su Xingran seemed to have tears in his eyes. There were more than a dozen people with yellow faces, white faces, red faces, and young ones. There were middle-aged men, and two veterans who were over sixty years old. At this time, almost all of them looked solemn, silent, sitting or standing silently!
''Your Highness, I would like to ask you to write an urgent letter for help to His Majesty the Emperor Chen, asking him to immediately send a large army to assist our army! "
Chen Xiaomu was surprised, "Princess, isn't my father mobilizing troops in the country to come to aid Zheng Guo?"
Su Xingran shook his head, "Now the military situation has suddenly changed. I just received a report from the front this morning. Last night, Xinjing, the capital of the Zheng Kingdom, was captured by the Chu Kingdom's general Xinyang Joint Commander Han Fei with an army of 400,000. Father and eldest brother, Under the desperate protection of Lu Jun, the commander of the Royal Forest Army, the younger sister has broken through and headed towards Tianquan County. The whereabouts of the queen mother and the second younger sister are now unknown. I want to wait for Chen Guo's reinforcements here, and then unite our forces to recapture the capital of Xinjing. Looking for the queen mother and second sister!"
Seeing Su Xingran's devastated look, Chen Xiaomu couldn't help but feel heartbroken. Knowing that the letter he wrote asking for help was sent to Chen Ruchang, not only would he not send troops, but it might also increase his intention to betray Zheng Guo! But he still had to bite the bullet and agreed to Su Xingran!
Seeing that Chen Xiaomu agreed, Su Xingran immediately asked people to put out the pens, inks, paper and inkstones that had been prepared long ago, and personally polished the ink for Chen Xiaomu. Originally, Chen Xiaomu wanted to delay for a while and think of other ways, but now he was really in a dilemma. Okay, can't Su Xingran still not see that Chen Ruchang pushed her out as a scapegoat because he didn't want to send troops to aid Zheng at all? Or she didn't want to think about it, or she didn't want to think about the worst, and didn't dare to face the reality!
Under the gaze of a handful of eyeballs in the tent, Chen Xiaomu held up his pen and meditated hard for a long time, but it never came to the white rice paper below.
"Your Highness, the military situation is urgent, please write as soon as possible!" Su Xingran urged, seeing that the time for a stick of incense was almost over, but Chen Xiaomu still had not yet finished writing.
Chen Xiaomu touched his bald head, and suddenly an idea flashed in his head. He remembered a poem that was more familiar to later generations, which was suitable for the current scene. He might as well write it down first to deal with it, maybe he could survive this embarrassing situation, so He thought for a moment and then wrote the first line of words crookedly. Since he had never practiced calligraphy in later generations, the words he wrote could only be said to be recognizable!
How can I say that I have no clothes? Be in the same robe as your son. Wang Yu went out to attack me with swords and spears.
I share the same hatred with you! How can I say that I have no clothes? Tongze with Zi. Wang Yu left the army,
Adjust my bow and sword, and work together with me! How can I say that I have no clothes? Same armor as Zi.
Wang Yu sent out his troops to rectify our armored troops. Go with me!
To suit the occasion, Chen Xiaomu changed a few words when writing this poem. However, when he wrote the first line, Su Xingran's brows furrowed. It stands to reason that even if you are not a real prince, you should at least be a relative of the prince. Relatives of the country, otherwise how could the emperor find you to pretend to be a prince and deceive me? Nowadays, the general relatives of the emperor have been sent to the Imperial Academy to study early, so as long as they are related to the emperor, they are stupid. Fortunately, his handwriting is not as bad as the one in front of him. Su Xingran believes that the handwriting he writes with a brush between his toes is better than what he writes! Let me explain here, in fact, Su Xingran, the second sister Su Xingyu, and the younger sister Su Xingchen are all well-known talented women in the Zheng State. Su Xingran is good at poetry and painting, Su Xingyu is good at dancing the sword and playing the piano, Su Xingchen likes poetry and martial arts, and the three sisters are known to the people of Zheng State. Together they are called the Royal Sansu!
Forget it, wait until he finishes writing and then read it. It's too hurtful to cut the flesh like this with a dull knife, Su Xingran advised herself in her heart.
"Okay, impressive!" A sudden cheer not only startled Su Xingran, but also made everyone in the tent stare blankly for some reason.
Su Xingran looked up when he heard the sound, and saw that the person who cheered was a veteran who was over sixty years old. At this time, his eyes were fixed on the letter for help that Chen Xiaomu had just written on the table.
"Grandpa Zhong, what's wrong with you?"
The veteran picked up the rice paper filled with words in front of Chen Xiaomu, held it in front of his eyes and held it carefully, while he kept making gasps of admiration!
Su Xingran was puzzled. Mr. Zhong usually looked down on some so-called scholars and looked down on them at all! When did his vision become so bad? Just by looking at the words written by Chen Xiaomu, he might not be able to eat, but he actually applauded!
Mr. Zhong, whose full name is Zhong Xin, is the old emperor, the martial arts champion in the era of Su Xingran's grandfather Su Jincheng. Not only is he highly skilled in martial arts, but his literary talent is also rare in the Zheng Kingdom. Ever since he was admitted to the martial arts champion, Su Xingran's father Su Chengxuan She was taken under her family and stayed in her family for decades. First, she was appointed as the commander of the bodyguards of the Prince's Palace. Later, after Su Chengxuan ascended the throne, he was appointed as the fourth-grade general attendant in the palace. Until now, it can be said that Su Xingran, Su Xingyu , he watched the three sisters Su Xingchen grow up!
"Princess, come and take a look! At the Mid-Autumn Poetry Conference of the Ten Kingdoms a few years ago, if we had such a poem, we would not have easily let Wu Qingqiu, a talented man from Chu State, win over our country's two hundred thousand taels of silver! "Zhong Xin reluctantly handed the piece of rice paper to Su Xingran.
Su Xingran took the rice paper handed over by Zheng Xin, and after reading it briefly, he was stunned. This poem was full of impassioned sentiments, asking for help against the same enemy, and it was so well written that even the Prime Minister of Qin, who is currently known as the number one literary figure in the ten countries, Gao Jianli may not be able to write such a top-notch poem!
But Su Xingran didn't believe from the bottom of his heart that Chen Xiaomu, who wrote this character like a dung beetle crawling, could write such a poem at such a high level!
''Your Highness, I wonder who composed this poem? Would you be lucky enough to introduce me to him then? "
Chen Xiaomu habitually touched his bald head and said in embarrassment, "Princess, you are really in trouble!"
"What? Is it because my status is not enough? Or is this a hermit who doesn't want to meet strangers?"
Chen Xiaomu said in his heart, you know what a hammer, this poem was copied from a book called the Book of Songs that was handed down from the pre-Qin Dynasty in the world where I used to live. Now let me go there and find this person for you! Alas, it seems that in order not to expose my identity, I had to shamelessly take this poem for myself!
At that moment, Chen Xiaomu's heart skipped a beat and he bowed his hand to Su Xingran, "Your Highness, to be honest, this is just a random act for the next moment!"
"What did you say?" Su Xingran immediately opened her eyes and stared at Chen Xiaomu, "You said you wrote this poem! And you wrote it according to your heart! If you wrote it with your heart, would there be a way for others to survive? After all, it's up to you. How can you have the nerve to say that this poem was written by you when you wrote such words like a dung beetle crawling around?" Su Xingran was not polite at all. She hated people who seek fame and fame the most in her life, and she didn't care even if you were really a prince.
Not only Su Xingran didn't believe it, but veteran Zhong Xin didn't believe it either, but he couldn't say anything. After all, one was a prince and the other was a princess, and he was just a wage earner working with them. Even though he had a fourth-grade official position, he couldn't get rid of it. However, in front of these princes and princesses, he is just a servant! He definitely knows this.
Seeing that Su Xingran and Chen Xiaomu were in a stalemate over a poem, he also wanted to know whether the poem was written by Chen Xiaomu, so he came over to smooth things over, "Your Highness, Sixth Prince, why not let the princess come up with a question?" If you can compose another poem with this title, even if it is a little worse than this poem, the princess will definitely believe that this poem was composed by you!"
After hearing the words of veteran Zhong Xin, Su Xingran nodded slightly to express his approval. When the matter reached this point, Chen Xiaomu had no choice but to bite the bullet and agree.
"Let's talk about the current military emergency!" Su Xingran blurted out without even thinking!
As soon as Su Xingran finished speaking, another poem jumped into Chen Xiaomu's head automatically, without him even having to think about it. Chen Xiaomu couldn't help but be startled, what is this? Others wore golden fingers when they traveled through time, but here I wore a golden head!
But you still have to pretend to be awesome. Otherwise, if someone else has racked their brains for months or even years to read out the poem in one breath, how could you bear it? You would be so sorry for the fruits of their hard work!
Chen Xiaomu paced slowly in the tent, pretending to be thinking hard. Su Xingran waited for a long time, but did not see Chen Xiaomu say a word. She felt extremely contemptuous and seemed to be a little disappointed.
Okay, this is almost done. Chen Xiaomu reminded himself in his mind. Just when Su Xingran was about to lose his patience, he snapped his fingers!
"Yes, Your Highness Princess, please listen carefully. Dark clouds are closing in on the city. As soon as Chen Xiaomu uttered the first line of his poem, Su Xingran was stunned. This metaphor is too close to the reality of the capital city of Xinjing yesterday, and the starting point of this poem is Also very high.
Next, Chen Xiaomu's memorization became much smoother, "The armor's light opens towards the sun and the golden scales open, and the sound of horns fills the sky. In the cold winter, Chen Xiaomu changed two words in this sentence, because now we are in the cold winter, and let's talk about the autumn colors. , not only unfit for the occasion, but also suspected of plagiarism, stuffed with Yanzhi Ningye Zi. Half a roll of red flags before the battle, the frost is heavy and the drums are cold and the sound cannot be heard. Report to the king on the golden stage, support the jade dragon and die for the king.
Su Xingran was stunned, her little heart was beating fast. She really didn't see that this man who couldn't even write a calligraphy calligraphy could actually write such a beautiful sentence that could be passed down through the ages! It seems that I really am blind to gold and jade! Not just Su Xingran, everyone in the tent, even the warriors who didn't know a few words, could hear the high morale expressed in this poem. The enemy was pressing over like a black cloud, and the soldiers' armor shone in the sun. The battle flag was dyed red with blood, and the soldiers waved their swords to kill the enemy, just to repay the kindness of the country and the king!
After everyone was stunned for a long time, the veteran Zhong Xincai exhaled a long sigh of relief and said with emotion: "The writing of these two poems by His Highness the Sixth Prince really shocked the wind and rain, and the poems turned into weeping ghosts and gods. I have nothing to regret in my lifetime. From now on, I will do this." Leave the old bones to the country and His Majesty!
