Suddenly, Zhou Zong's old voice came out: "Today I met Li Yuhou, as the rumors say, he is a heroic young man. This time Li Yuhou came from afar, and it happened to be a grand event, so why not invite Li Yuhou? Make a song! What do you think?"
Just when Li Yuan was looking for fame and left, everyone at the table began to boo:
"Very good! We also want to listen to Li Yuhou's masterpiece!"
"Marquis Li Yu is both wise and brave, and he must have some wonderful writings in his heart!"
There was another young man in green robe sitting next to Zhou Zong, but his face was full of disdain: "I don't think so. Li Yuhou is a military commander after all, and I heard that he was born in the countryside. How can he understand poetry? I'm afraid it's embarrassing. Just him!"
This young master can sit next to Zhou Zong, so his status must be quite low. As soon as these words came out, no one dared to answer them. However, these words were very pleasant to everyone's ears. In their eyes, Li Yuan was a military general after all, and it was rare to be able to read and write sentences! Talking about poetry and prose, that is a fantasy.
Seeing the ridicule, Zhou Zong seemed to become uneasy in his heart, but after all, it was his own suggestion and it had to end, so he could only say with an apologetic look: "Li Yuhou, if you are in trouble, just speak up! But it’s because I didn’t think well and forced myself to do something difficult!”
I don't know whether Zhou Zong did it intentionally or unintentionally. After saying this, some scholars and literati below started to laugh sparingly.
Seeing that his eldest brother was humiliated, Luo Erhu put his big hand on the table with a "bang" and was about to pull out his sword. Li Yuan calmly pressed his brother's shoulders tightly and shook his head.
Then he met everyone's gaze, stood up slowly, and asked with a relaxed look on his face: "Is it a composition, a poem, or a long and short sentence?"
Luo Erhu didn't understand what Li Yuan was talking about at all, but observing the expressions at the table, there seemed to be some changes, and he thought to himself, is the eldest brother trying to make a fool of himself?
He quickly and urgently reminded in a low voice: "Brother, you really -"
Seeing the panic on Luo Erhu's face, the literati began to whisper, thinking that Li Yuan was trying to save face, and they were even more proud: "It's just a banquet for fun, it doesn't stick to the formality. Even if Li Yuhou does it, don't ask us Wait!"
Li Yuan put his hands back, showing a thoughtful look, and then said loudly and slowly: "Since I meet you all in Dongdu today, I will write a random poem with Yangzhou as the theme!"
"Listen, the famous city of Huaihai is far away, and the south of the Yangtze River is invisible across the Southern Dynasty."
As soon as he finished reading this poem, the noise among the people at the table suddenly stopped, as if someone was being pinched by the throat.
Li Yuan smiled, stretched out his hand and said, "The green hills half reflect the Guazhou trees, and the fragrant grasses connect diagonally to the Yangtze Bridge."
Immediately there was a loud cheer: "What a poem! It describes the scenery and chants the history, the music is sonorous and fascinating! What a poem!"
"The towers of the Sui Garden are covered with mist at dawn, and the flowers and moon in the Wu Palace send the spring tide."
At this time, everyone at the table had expressions of surprise and began to applaud.
Li Yuan pondered for a moment, like finishing touches, and then recited the last two sentences: "The Bianhe River is full of newly planted willows, and the hatred of the east wind still lingers!" (Note: This poem comes from "Yangzhou" by Chen Zilong, a poet of the Ming Dynasty. Chen Zilong was named Recognized as the leading poet in the Ming Dynasty and the first poet in the Ming Dynasty)
Everyone was immersed in the wonderful artistic conception created by Li Yuan and could not extricate themselves. Until Li Yuan finished reading these two sentences at the end, they felt like the wind blowing on their face, like water passing through stone, and like waking up from a dream! Then, like a surging tide, everyone at the table gathered around this impressive and breathtaking young man!
Zhou Zong was uncontrollably excited. He kept rubbing his mottled palms and almost coughed out: "Okay! Okay! Not to mention the neat rhyme of this poem, even the choice of words and sentences is so wonderful! It captures the beautiful scenery of Yangzhou. He also tells the story of the past in the Southern Dynasties! It makes people heartbroken! Li Yuhou’s seven-character poem praising Yangzhou will be spread all over the world from now on!"
Li Yuan remained calm as usual, just smiled faintly and said, "I got it by chance, it's a joke! If you want to praise Yangzhou, it must be Xu Ninggong's 'The world is divided into three parts on a bright moon night, and two parts are rascals in Yangzhou' is the best!"
Once you write it, it will be a good line, and if you export it, it will be a famous poem. Li Yuan's image at this time, coupled with the previous rumors and reputation, at such an age, with such an official position, and with such talent, it was undoubtedly magnified to an unknown extent in the hearts of all the guests. Not to mention being sincerely convinced, he was also a little more in awe.
The scholars who had made sarcastic remarks just now were ashamed and were hiding aside. It must have been a huge blow to the self-esteem of these "scholars" like Li Yuan, a "martial man".
Zhou Zong stroked his long beard with emotion and sighed: "Today is really an eye-opener for me! I thought that since Li Yuhou was a military general, he must, oh, he must not know much about poetry. But I didn't expect that Li Yuhou Such a great talent with both civil and military skills!”
Then he thought of something in his mind and walked around Li Yuan again. He seemed to be sizing up something, and finally his eyes rested on Li Yuanying's angry face. He was so satisfied that his teeth almost fell out, and he nodded: "Yeah! One in a million! One in a million!"
Li Yuan was a little confused, but he still thanked him quickly: "Mr. Zhou has given you too much praise, and I don't dare to live up to it!"
"Why did Marquis Li Yu join the army when he was so talented? Do the people in the country look down upon him for opening up a subject to get scholars?"
At this time, all the guests were in perfect harmony, but this sudden sentence came out of nowhere.
Li Yuan raised his eyes and saw the arrogant young master in green robe again: "Dare I ask this young master, who are you?"
The young master raised his head proudly and replied: "Father Feng Yansi!"
Everyone present naturally knew that Master Feng had a prominent father and was currently the emperor's right-hand man, otherwise they would not have allowed him to speak.
Li Yuan thought to himself, your father and Chen Shi belong to the same party, so I don't know who will fall first. Then he said with a cold smile: "Which prince do I think I am? It turns out that I am the son of Prime Minister Feng! I have never looked down on opening up a subject to obtain a scholar. It is not that I don't want to study. It is because I was born in a poor family and cannot compare with the wealth of your family, Mr. Feng... ....”
Seeing Li Yuan talking about his background with a calm face, Young Master Feng became even more proud. Luo Erhu suppressed his anger, but unfortunately Li Yuan pinned him down on his seat and had to grit his teeth. Zhou Zong, however, showed a look of great admiration calmly.
But he saw Li Yuan make a "swish" sound next, flicking his sleeves gracefully, and his perseverance-filled brows revealed a generous meaning: "Of course, today's world has been plagued by wars for many years. We, the Tang Dynasty, are fortunate to have the blessing of our great ancestor, although we are relatively safe. In Huainan, all the countries are watching with eager eyes!
If it weren't for us and other rural people to join the army and defend the country and die on the battlefield, the enemy army would have already reached Yangzhou Prefecture! How could you, Mr. Feng, be spared? How can we talk here! If you are not prepared for danger in times of peace, disaster will eventually come! "
The guests seemed to be choked. At this time, Li Yuan's eyes were extremely sharp and his words were extremely harsh, but they seemed to be unable to find a reason to refute.
Mr. Feng's face turned pale, and his lips and teeth trembled with anger: "You!"
"Well said!" Zhou Zong was the hero who created the world following his ancestors. He could not restrain his enthusiasm for a long time. Although he was old, he resonated especially with Li Yuan's words. He couldn't help but clapped his hands and said loudly: "Be prepared for danger in times of peace, Li Yuan." What Marquis Yu said today is like a revelation, and it makes people like me who are sitting idle really ashamed! We are all citizens of the Tang Dynasty, and we should be loyal to the emperor and serve the country like Li Yuhou! Good man, this is how you should be!"
The highly respected Master Zhou praised him so much. Everyone could hear the sarcasm in Li Yuan's words. No matter how depressed they were, they could only fall into silence for a long time. Only a few gentle coughs relieved the embarrassment.
Mr. Feng was so angry that he couldn't calm down for a while. Although he knew that Zhou Zong had never formed a party in the court, remained neutral, and was always polite to him, as the host today, he unexpectedly spoke for Li Yuan. How could he come to Taiwan? I could only curse in my heart, I will tell my father one day and plot against you, this old guy...
In the end, he forced himself to be shameless and squeezed out a sour sentence: "Huh, it's just the grass that climbed up the high wall. I don't know what it means!"
Now that this was the case, Li Yuan no longer concealed it, glanced at Na, and said coldly: "Master Feng, you have repeatedly hurt me with your words today. I respect your father and will not care about you."
Then he made a shocking statement again: "I only want to give you one sentence, heroes don't ask where they come from, wealth and honor should think about the origin!"
With a long sigh, Mr. Zhou Zong burst into tears and thought in his heart, maybe the late emperor has appeared, and there is hope for the revival of the Tang Dynasty!
