Qin.
Yingchuan County.
At night.
Looking at the night sky that covers everything like a curtain, the bright moon hanging high in the sky, and a few scattered stars.
Today, Wei Zhuang convened some old Korean nobles for a banquet.
Wei Zhuang couldn't do anything stupid like calling everyone together in this situation. At the very least, in Tian Yan's sight, Chi Lian, Bai Feng and others did not come, and she had not seen other quicksands either. a member of.
Wei Yan, as a member of the Wei clan and the son of Wei Wuji, was naturally invited.
Wei Zhuang was on top of the throne, holding a wine glass in his hand, and the shark-tooth sword lay calmly on the desk in front of him.
The sharpest murder weapon in the world, in peacetime, is just a decoration and a work of art placed on a document.
Times create heroes, and heroes create times.
As for Han Fei Wang An, from the moment he surrendered, he could only be a bird imprisoned in a golden cage and a cash-out puppet on the stage.
Tian Yan gestured with the wine glass in his hand. The wine in the glass was swaying, bit by bit, causing ripples.
On this day, in addition to discussing Taoism, she visited many places outside Xinzheng.
As a stepping stone for the next talent transfer plan, Wei Zhuang promised her to introduce a group of talents to her after all.
I have seen refugees running around who have sensed that war is about to break out, or that their lives have been affected, and I have also seen "people" sitting numbly on the roadside waiting to die.
The skinny orphan with a disheveled face was hiding in the woods. He was dirty and had a numb look in his eyes. The moment they looked at each other, Tian Yan felt that his heart was touched by something, and then it became even colder. .
If you want to survive in a dark era, you must learn to hide kindness.
Many people think that kindness is a way for the weak to hide their inner weakness.
But Tian Yan feels that it is more like a luxury product.
A luxury product that ordinary people cannot afford.
Right and wrong are actually difficult to distinguish.
There are too many positions and interests in this world...
As for right or wrong?
No one knows whether it is a yoke for oneself, a ridiculous illusion, or...
Tian Yan was sitting in the front row on the left. He glanced up and saw that the whole room was full of people who shared the same hatred and hatred.
There were dozens or hundreds of "adults" dressed in various colors of Confucian attire. Some were extremely sad and angry, some had lifeless eyes, and some were holding wine glasses.
bristle.
After three drinks, the banquet was almost over. During the banquet, many people toasted to Tian Yan.
They were respecting Wei Yan's identity, and they were respecting Lord Xinling.
Tian Yan looked at the sake in the cup and the delicacies on the jade plate, feeling bitter in his heart.
It’s true that the wealthy family is stinking of wine and meat, and the roads are freezing to death. What’s even more outrageous?
This banquet was specially held for her.
She still underestimated her popularity.
Since those four sentences, as well as the fact that she is the son of Wei Wuji, Lord Xinling, she has been hunted by the minions of the Qin Dynasty. In order not to drag down the Confucian family, she first fought against the net assassins and the guardians of the Yin and Yang family and other "righteous deeds" were spread, "Wei The popularity of "Yan" is simply ridiculously high.
Just like that "timely rain".
"I wonder if it was like this when Yan Dan saw off Jing Ke by the Yishui River?" Tian Yan murmured.
"Mr. Wei Yan seems to be quite enlightened by this situation. I have long heard that Mr. Wei Yan has great literary talent and the appearance of a sage. In this case, why not compose a song?
Maybe tomorrow, the war will swallow up everyone, send it to us, and send it to Korea’s last warriors. "Beside Tian Yan, a young and handsome man in Confucian uniform stood up, came to the front of the hall, and bowed respectfully to Tian Yan.
The slightly noisy crowd instantly fell silent, and everyone's eyes turned to Tian Yan. Wei Zhuang looked at the young man in purple Confucian uniform who stood up and saluted Tian Yan, but he also remained silent.
Among the people, many people's eyes were full of excitement.
It would be a good idea to give these people a gift.
Just like Yan Dan sent Jing Ke to him.
As a member of the Wei clan, Wei Yan is also qualified.
The banquet was quite deserted, and Tian Yan "unintentionally" murmured:
It turns out that many people know that some things are difficult to accomplish.
It turns out that there are so many people who do something that they know is impossible.
This situation... Tian Yan didn't dare to care at all.
But it seems to be a good opportunity to become famous, such as Han Fei's "In the world of the seven countries, I want ninety-nine", she feels that she has to endorse herself and advertise.
It seems that I am going to be a copycat again.
She wanted to become famous, and she also wanted to meet her goal of seeking talents. Which poem was better?
What genres are popular in this era?
Forget it, never mind, if it’s right, follow the trend, if not, I’ll be the originator.
Tian Yan stood up with a wine glass in his left hand, and moved his right hand towards a soldier holding a long spear. An invisible and terrifying force instantly moved the long spear from the soldier's hand and flew it into Tian Yan's hand.
With every move he made, his world-class internal strength was vividly displayed.
The soldier in silver armor also retreated wisely.
"Singing to wine, what's life like!?" Tian Yan raised his hand horizontally, shook the wine glass with the other hand, and said in a low voice.
The delicate face is full of strength and perseverance.
As if asking, but also as if sighing.
Emotional recitation is an art.
Who can reject the spirit of Jian'an and the legacy of Wei and Wu? Although it is still hundreds of years before Boss Cao was born.
When everyone present heard this, they either spit out the food in their mouths or put down their chopsticks, and everyone's eyes were focused on Tian Yan.
But with these two sentences, many people who know a little bit about literary and ink have realized from the sharp literary talent that the poem Wei Yan is about to recite is not simple.
Many people present knew that they might have the opportunity to witness the birth of a masterpiece that would be handed down from generation to generation.
After tonight, the song "Dan Ge Xing", which will not be produced until hundreds of years later, will once again resound throughout the Seven Kingdoms together with the name of Wei Wuji's son Wei Yan!
Actually I feel a little guilty...
“It’s like morning dew, it’s going to be more painful every day.
Generosity should be shown as generosity, and worries will be unforgettable.
How to relieve worries? Only Du Kang. "Tian Yan drank the sake in the glass, threw the glass on the ground next to him, and continued singing.
Because he is so handsome.
With her extremely beautiful appearance and extraordinary temperament, coupled with the extremely elegant Confucian men's clothing, the scene of her composing poems will become the dream of many girls.
Compared with her, what kind of thing is Bai Yifei who can make everyone in Korea admire him?
Of course, the premise is that they don't know that Tian Yan is also a woman.
Moreover, Tian Yan thought about it briefly and found that there is no problem in using several allusions in "Dan Ge Xing" in this era.
Facts have proved that this scene is indeed handsome to the young talents of these old aristocrats in Korea.
Wei Zhuang, who was on the high platform, looked at Tian Yan's figure with an incomprehensible look in his eyes.
This guy really speaks his mind.
"Green Zijin, Youyouwoxin.
But for your sake, I still ponder it.
Yo yo deer roar, eat wild apples.
I have guests, harp blowing Sheng.
It's as bright as the moon, when can I shed it?
Worry comes from it and cannot be cut off.
The more unfamiliar you are, the more you cross the border, the more useless you are.
Qi Kuo talks about Yan, thinking about old kindness.
The moon and stars are few and far between, and magpies are flying south.
Three twists and turns around the tree, where is the branch to lean on? Tian Yan danced his arms and walked slowly towards the outside of the court. He chanted as he walked, and in the blink of an eye, he had reached the door.
All the guests were staring at Tian Yan's back. Outside the courtyard, under the moonlight, Tian Yan was wearing yellow Confucian clothes, with dark hair shawl, fluttering in the wind, a sharp sword and jade pendant at his waist, and a slender figure. Like a god, he is powerful in the world at this moment, and he is like a prince, swallowing up mountains and rivers.
"Green Zijin, Youyouwoxin.
But for your sake, I still ponder it. "The young man who had just stood up to ask Tian Yan to sing a song looked at Tian Yan's back in a daze. At this moment, he was still standing in front of the main seat of Wei Village and had not had time to return to his seat.
At this moment, his mind seemed to be blank, leaving only Tian Yanyin's poem and an idea.
Under the great reputation, there is no falsehood.
This is a recruiting poem.
Even Wei Zhuang was immersed in this poem unconsciously.
It’s really a continuous thirst for talent...
Tian Yan was silent for a long time and took a long breath.
Most of the people present were brought into the rhythm of this poem.
This broken chapter made everyone feel the power of silence, and at the same time, it also made many people feel breathless.
He stared at the figure intently.
Until she sang the last few lines.
“The mountains never get too high and the sea never gets too deep.
The Duke of Zhou vomits food, and the world returns to its heart. "
