"Your Majesty, my junior uncle..." Wei Yan was about to cover up for Chen Luo when Chen Luo pulled Wei Yan's sleeve.
Wei Yan looked at Chen Luo in confusion, and Chen Luo gave Wei Yan a relieved expression.
Chen Luo：ヽ(￣▽￣)و
Wei Yan: (´｀;)?
Chen Luo took two steps towards the direction of Han Qingzhu, the Prime Minister of War, recalling the information about Wanren City in his mind.
This Ten Thousand Ren City is an important military town in the northern anti-barbarian defense line. It is built on a ten thousand Ren high mountain. It is said that there is a "Xuan" flag on the top of the mountain, which has never fallen down even in the most difficult moments.
"I have heard about the danger of Wanren City since I was a child, and also about the perseverance of the Undefeated Flag. In my human heart, if Wanren City is there, the human race will be safe; if the Undefeated Flag is flying, the human race will be undefeated! Lord Wan asked the boy to give me a poem, that's why It’s an honor, boy!”
Chen Luo walked up to Han Qingzhu, bowed deeply, stood up and said, "It's so sad to say goodbye, but I'm brave enough to use the Prime Minister's name to chant an aspirational poem to add glory to the Prime Minister's trip!"
Wan BuTong hurriedly shouted: "Put on the pen and ink!"
Hou An glanced at Ye Heng, who nodded slightly. Hou An waved his hand, and immediately several young eunuchs ran out. Two people held paper, one held an inkstone, and the other held a pen, and came to Chen Luo.
Chen Luo reached out and took the brush, dipped it in ink, and started writing on the paper.
"Ying Bamboo and Presenting Soldiers to the Prime Minister to Attack Wanren City"
When everyone saw Chen Luo's topic, they once again started talking through the news.
"Ode to Bamboo? Is this a poem based on the word "green bamboo" written by Han Qingzhu, the Prime Minister of War? It's quite appropriate!"
"More than that, this kid is making a pun. Don't forget, he has just joined the lineage of the Bamboo Saint!"
"Since ancient times, people who sing poems about bamboo are like the poet crossing the river. Let's see what kind of poems he can write!"
The Minister of War also looked at Chen Luo with great interest. He was curious about what powerful poems this boy who had opened the road to heaven could write!
When Chen Luo started writing, the first sentence was completed in one breath——
Don't let go of the green mountains, your roots are still in the broken rocks!
After writing these two sentences, the expressions of the Manchu officials changed. No matter what their positions are or what interests are behind them, they can wear official uniforms and are highly educated. The excellence of these two poems can be seen at a glance.
"It's wonderful. In just two sentences, the green bamboo with its roots broken through the rock is vividly described."
"That's right! Especially the word 'firm' at the beginning is particularly expressive. It doesn't mean softness, but perseverance."
"More than that, think deeper. Ever since His Majesty ascended the throne, our human race has been on the defensive against the barbarians. There were three bloody battles in Wanren City, and millions of soldiers fought to the death to retreat. Let's see how appropriate the word "decided" is."
The smile on Wan Tongtong's face froze slightly, and then he said calmly: "Wan Anbo is indeed extraordinary in literary talent. It's just that when the soldiers go to war, the poems given to him are so precious, I'm afraid something is amiss!"
Chen Luo rolled his eyes at Wan Ding, dipped in ink again, and wrote the next two sentences——
It has endured countless hardships and is still strong, no matter how strong the wind is from east to west, north or south!
After writing the two lines of the poem, the paper with the words on it suddenly shook, and a hurricane blew up out of thin air in Changming Palace, blowing the soul. Immediately, officials wanted to release Haoran's righteousness to resist. At this moment, standing in the team of officials At the forefront, the old man with a red sun and a golden crow on his chest opened his eyes that had been closed and shouted: "Don't resist. This is the wind of pure heart. Be baptized by this wind, you can cross the mountain of books and cross the sea of learning." The two generals are distracted and confused! The master's chance of being promoted to a great scholar at his peak can be increased by 10%, and there is also a bonus for great scholars."
Upon hearing this, all the officials immediately dissipated their awe-inspiring righteousness. Bearing the raging wind, Chen Luo looked around for a week. In the entire hall, there were only the Minister of Literature, the Minister of Military Affairs, the Prime Minister who had just spoken, and the Dharma Minister standing in the corner. And Ye Heng on the throne is not affected.
Wen Xiang took a step forward and came to Chen Luo. He stretched out his hand to take away the original poem, but his hand was tightly grasped by the other hand. Yan Baichuan raised his head and met Han Qingsong's smiling face.
"Lao Yan, I won't bother you, I can just get it myself!"
"Don't talk nonsense, this is a rare poem with a true heart. We, Wenchang Pavilion, are in charge of the world's literary destiny, and the original manuscript should be preserved in Wenchang Pavilion!"
"Yan Laizi, you are playing rogue with me, aren't you? Look at the title, Gift of the Military Prime Minister! Are you the Military Prime Minister or am I the Military Prime Minister!"
"I want to do what the military minister can do with just one sentence!"
Just as the Prime Minister was about to lift his legs, Han Qingsong and Yan Baichuan turned their heads and looked at the Prime Minister; "Stand still!"
At this time, Ye Heng's mouth that he had just opened immediately closed, but his eyes looking at Chen Luo were even more burning.
After a while, everyone returned to their original state, but many people were sweating on their foreheads. It was obvious that this baptism was not comfortable. The military minister suddenly laughed and shouted: "Boy Chen, you, this old man of strong poetry, accepted it on behalf of the northern soldiers!" After saying this, his whole body was shaken, and he flicked Yan Baichuan's hand away, grabbed the manuscript into his hand, and pointed towards it. Ye Heng cupped his hands and said: "Your Majesty, the military affairs are complicated, I will go down first to prepare!"
After saying that, he winked at Chen Luo and said through the message: "You are to my liking, let's talk about it later!"
Before he finished listening to the message, the whole person had disappeared!
Yan Baichuan frowned slightly, but seeing that everyone was awake, he couldn't say anything more and said calmly: "Everyone recite this poem often, and the effect of purifying the mind will still exist!"
At this time, a voice sounded from the Wenchang Pavilion: "Thank you Wan Anbo for the poem!"
The one who spoke was none other than Xiao Shiyuan, the Wenchang Pavilion recorder who had previously guided Chen Luo.
All Wenchang Pavilion officials immediately saluted at the same time: "Thank you Wan Anbo for the poem!"
All the officials in the palace followed suit and said, "Thank you Wan Anbo for the poem!"
Wan Tong was sweating profusely, and the smile on his face almost froze. As everyone thanked him together, when he stood up again, he returned to his original state and said: "Wan Anbo is really talented. I didn't expect that I had a sudden idea today. It’s a joy to congratulate the birth of such a poem that has been handed down from generation to generation!”
After Wan BuTong finished speaking, he looked back at the officials of the Ministry of Etiquette. They all understood and hurriedly said in unison: "Yes, yes, it is really gratifying and congratulatory."
"Wan Shilang's idea turned out to be a poem with a true heart. It is truly a wonderful story."
"Wan Shilang has a keen eye for recognizing talents, and Wan Anbo's poems as a gift of military commanders should be revealed!"
"Am I the only one who thinks the title of the poem is inappropriate? It should be "On the Invitation of Wan Shilang, Chanting Bamboo and Presenting the Soldiers to the Prime Minister to Attack Wanren City"
"Exactly, I just felt like something was missing, and it turns out it's here!"
…
At this moment, in the court hall, hundreds of officials were listening to what seemed to be whispers by the officials of the Ministry of Rites, but was actually heard in the whole hall. The officials in the main hall looked embarrassed, and the officials in the Wenchang Pavilion looked disdainful.
Ye Heng rubbed his temples helplessly. He was too familiar with this scene.
A scholar! Still from the Ministry of Etiquette!
Qiankun is the best at talking about things in his mouth.
It's just that neither he nor the four prime ministers ended up in an inconvenient way.
Without him, it’s embarrassing!
But how could Wei Yan endure this tone? After bullying his junior uncle, he still wanted to get his name?
Wei Yan's veins popped up on his forehead and he was about to rush forward, but Chen Luo held him back.
Chen Luo looked outside the hall and didn't know when the wind had stopped and the rain had stopped.
"Just right!"
Chen Luo walked up to Wan BuTong and put on a smile like Wan BuTong: "I would like to thank Mr. Wan for recommending this poem to the public! I happen to have a poem that I want to give to Mr. Wan and all the lords of the Ministry of Rites!" ,
Wan Tong had a bad feeling in his heart and was about to refuse when he heard Ye Heng say: "Chen Qing's family, come and tell me quickly."
Chen Luo waved his hand to dismiss the eunuch who came forward to serve the pen and ink, and said: "Today's court meeting coincided with heavy rain. Just when the rain stopped, I heard the high speeches of the adults in the Ministry of Rites, and I had a poem in my heart."
"The wind drives the rain down on the high city, and the clouds suppress the sound of thunder."
“After the rain, I don’t know where the dragon is. A pond is filled with green grass and thousands of frogs croaking.”
All the officials in the court were stunned. Although this poem was not as good as the previous one, it was still full of literary talent. Everyone seemed to have seen the dragons making clouds and raining just now, and then the dragons left. The grass turned green, green frogs croaked, and they looked full of life.
"What a poem. At the beginning, the wind was high and the rain was strong, and there was lightning and thunder. Then the dragon disappeared and the frogs croaked, and the spring grass was green. It has the artistic conception of 'a thousand trees spring in front of the diseased tree'!" someone commented.
The Minister of Literature smiled lightly, but the Prime Minister had a gloomy face.
At this time, Xiao Shiyuan also whispered in a voice that everyone could hear: "This is the artistic conception. But in relation to the scene here, it is better to say that the wind stopped and the rain stopped, and a group of frogs felt that they were there again. okay……"
Everyone was stunned, and they couldn't help but smile knowingly when they thought of the scene where the officials of the Ministry of Rites tried to get Chen Luowen's name.
"Yes, yes, I really heard the sound of frogs just now..."
"Frog Crying Ceremony Department, if you can't do it, you have to do it..."
As soon as Xiao Shiyuan spoke, officials from the military and ministerial departments immediately echoed loudly.
The supervisory officials of the Faxiang line, who had always been quiet, looked at their noses and minds. Like the Faxiang, they seemed not to hear anything.
Emperor Xuan Ye Heng raised his eyebrows: "Wan Aiqing, this poem is good, but you still haven't thanked Chen Aiqing."
Wan Bu'er's face turned pale, and he could no longer squeeze out a smile. He gritted his teeth and saluted Chen Luo: "Thank you Wan Anbo for the poem!"
Chen Luo smiled heartily: "You're welcome!"
