"Look at today, look at today..."
Everyone kept murmuring and savoring it.
After a long time, Ouyang Xun began to analyze: "This word is not only majestic, but also simple and easy to understand..."
As soon as I heard the first sentence, the scenery of the northern country immediately attracted everyone's attention.
How is the scenery in the North?
Thousands of miles of ice, thousands of miles of snowflakes drifting...
As the next sentence connects the Great Wall and the Yellow River, the sense of the picture suddenly hits your face.
In the third sentence, hills, plateaus, white elephants running on the hills, etc. are seamlessly connected, directly outlining a picture of mountains and rivers.
Not to mention the follow-up, this chapter alone instantly killed Chang Sun Chong's poem.
One is a picture of vast mountains and rivers with beautiful artistic conception.
A white knife goes in and a red knife comes out, huh? Write poetry or kill people?
And the sentence "desire to compete with God" is like the finishing touch, directly pushing this word to a climax.
If the previous is an artistic conception, this sentence indeed explains a soaring ambition. White elephants dare to compete with the sky, so why can't we?
The next step is to pave the way again. On a sunny day, the red sun and white snow complement each other. When you are still nostalgic for the great country, there is a sudden and sharp turn.
The country is so beautiful, a hero who wants to be as high as God appears...
Huo Qubing, the young man was granted the title of Marquis, and the wolf was granted the title of Xu.
Zhuge Liang devoted himself to his work and lit the seven-star lantern to extend his life.
Han Xin, humiliated under the crotch, was given the title of Soldier Immortal.
Jiang Ziya came out of the mountain at a very young age to bring peace to the world!
Xiang Yu, who is capable of carrying cauldrons, has the utmost affection and nature, commits suicide in Wujiang River, and farewell my concubine...
And that last sentence is gone. Counting the famous figures, looking at the present, it is the work of apotheosis!
These heroes who are famous throughout the ages have passed away. To count the heroes who have made great achievements, we also need to look at the people of today!
"Wonderful, wonderful, wonderful!"
"Using famous generals and counselors from past dynasties as examples, what else can inspire military morale more than this?"
"As soon as this word came out, it was destined to be famous forever!"
Yu Shinan also expressed a lot of emotion: "Finally, I will be able to see a noun come out in my lifetime. I will have no regrets in this life."
"Yes, this word inspires military morale. Even if it is thousands of years later, it will not be outdated. It is really rare in the world, no, it should be unprecedented!" Ouyang Xun agreed.
On the side, Wei Zheng was stroking his beard and smiling like a Maitreya Buddha.
It makes me so happy to hear these old men praising their sons.
"May I ask... er, Shuyu, what is the name of this poem?"
As soon as these words came out, everyone turned their attention to Wei Shuyu.
When Wei Shuyu was about to say "Qinyuan Spring Snow", he was suddenly stunned.
Because he made slight changes, the original ancient tune of Qinyuan Chunci Pai has been lost.
Finally, he murmured and replied with only one word: "Snow!"
"good!"
Ouyang Xun slapped his thigh: "The opening chapter is about snow, and snow is also blood. It represents the battlefield. There are famous generals and counselors from past dynasties as a foreshadowing. It is the best way to boost morale."
Wei Shuyu's mouth twitched.
I know this is a good word, but your explanation is too far-fetched.
"Mr. Ouyang, snow refers to the magnificent snow scenery of the Tang Dynasty, which stretches thousands of miles and displays a majestic artistic conception..."
Wei Shuyu explained aloud: "Although there are many heroes, they are also on this land of China."
"Ahem..."
Ouyang Xun coughed twice in embarrassment.
Fortunately, at such an old age, I can't tell if I'm blushing or not.
"Your Majesty, I choose Wei Shuyu to win this round." Ouyang Xun bowed.
"I second the proposal."
The other judges also bowed.
Li Shimin also nodded.
This word is really well written.
Even he couldn't find anything wrong with it.
Just when he was about to pronounce the sentence, his expression suddenly changed...
"not good."
Li Shimin exclaimed.
"Your Majesty, what's wrong?" Cheng Yaojin immediately stepped forward to protect him.
Li Shimin looked at Changsun Wuji, his whole face was as ugly as if he had eaten shit...
Qinyuan Spring Snow is destined to be famous throughout the ages.
Its origin must be recorded in history books.
The history books record it, and there will definitely be a description of this fight.
Compete with whom? What poems are you competing with?
I still remember Du Ming!
According to Li Shimin's experience over the years, people may not necessarily remember who the poet is, but they will definitely remember this contrasting poem.
Keming was wise all his life, but after his death he gained a bad reputation for no reason.
Damn it, who are you going to talk to?
Li Shimin wished he could hang Changsun Chong up and whip him hundreds of times...
"Your Majesty, don't be anxious."
Changsun Wuji thought Li Shimin was worried that his daughter would not be able to get married.
After persuading, he turned to Wei Shuyu and asked, "Tell me, where did you plagiarize this poem from?"
Wow.
Everyone was shocked.
yes.
Wei Shuyu couldn't even write policy essays, so how could he write such good words?
Immediately, everyone's eyes changed when they looked at Wei Shuyu.
Even Ouyang Xun and others looked suspiciously.
"Do you need proof?" Wei Shuyu asked back.
"If we can't prove that you did it, then you plagiarized!" Changsun Wuji began to attack.
"fart!"
Wei Zheng stood up immediately: "If you want to accuse someone, why bother without words? Shu Yu wrote the words himself, how else do you need to prove it?"
"Wei Zheng, you yourself know the virtues of your child. He can't even memorize the Analects of Confucius, and he can't even write articles well. How could he write such terms?" Changsun Wuji sneered quite calmly.
As soon as these words came out, even Wei Zheng hesitated.
He knows best what kind of virtue his son has.
If he was really so capable, he would have agreed to Li Shimin's bet long ago.
"Dad is fine."
Wei Shuyu smiled at Wei Zheng, and then walked to Changsun Wuji: "If you want me to prove it, you first let Changsun Chong prove that he wrote the poem."
Wei Zheng raised his eyebrows.
A good trick to fight tooth for tooth.
He didn't panic immediately. He was very satisfied with Shuyu's performance from beginning to end today.
"What does Chong'er have to prove if he loses the fight?" Changsun Wuji calmly replied.
"Of course it proves how hard he racked his brains to lose to me."
Wei Shuyu smiled and said: "You can't prove that his poems were written by himself, so why should I prove it to you?"
Changsun Wuji was stunned.
Given Changsun Chong's level, it would be no problem to give him a few days to polish a poem carefully, but to ask him to write a poem within a stick of incense would really stump him.
"Shuzi is rampant!"
Changsun Wuji quickly came to his senses: "I lost to you anyway, so what if Chong'er plagiarized?"
"Then you mean that Changsun Chong really plagiarized it?" Wei Shuyu asked again.
"Asshole!"
Changsun Chong's face was ashen.
No matter how bad the poem is, you can never admit plagiarism.
Once he admits it, Chong'er's life will be over.
"You can't prove it, so how can I prove it?"
Wei Shuyu pressed forward step by step: "At least, you have to show me how to prove your innocence in a poem, right?"
Li Shimin watched with great interest, but as he looked at it, he felt something was wrong.
There were only a few people in the entire court who could make Changsun Wuji feel defeated.
This picture seems a bit familiar...
