This poem is written by Huang Chao, the leader of the rebel army in the late Tang Dynasty in Chinese time and space.
However, there is no Huangchao in this continent, so this is not an anti-poem, just a literal meaning.
It's just that the murderous spirit in the poem and the grand scene shocked the whole audience.
Emperor Xia watched Xia Tian walking towards Lang Shi step by step, his eyes flashing with brilliance, and he murmured: "The way of overlord!"
Then, he turned his head, looked at Concubine Qin seriously and said: "My dear concubine, Xiao Jiu is really good. He is outstanding among my sons. If he can help me, Daxia will be stable and will become stronger and stronger." ."
"Because a country with saints will definitely become stronger and stronger and become the strongest empire in the world."
"But he rejected my arrangement openly or secretly, so please help me persuade him!"
"As long as he is willing to stay in the imperial capital and help me, I will promise him anything!"
Concubine Qin's pretty face became solemn: "Your Majesty, if Tian'er stays in the imperial capital to participate in politics, the crown prince and other princes will definitely not be willing to do so, and they will find out all kinds of mistakes in Tian'er and suppress him."
"When the time comes, Tian'er will not only be unable to help you, but will also cause chaos in the court and put him in danger all day long."
"So, I forgive you and I cannot obey my orders!"
"They dare!"
Emperor Xia said seriously: "I can let Xiaojiu enter the East Palace!"
Concubine Qin's face changed drastically: "No!"
"Your Majesty, Xiaojiu is my concubine's son. What will everyone in the world think if he takes over the East Palace?"
"If people in the world are moved, it will shake the foundation of Daxia. When the time comes, Tian'er will have to die!"
"Your Majesty, you are not sending Tian'er to the East Palace, but you are sending him to the execution ground!"
"Furthermore, Tian'er has no intention of taking over the East Palace. Your Majesty, please check carefully!"
The expression on Emperor Xia's face remained unchanged: "My dear concubine, do you blame me for letting Tian'er kneel in front of the imperial study room and suffer the cold that day?"
Concubine Qin shook her head slightly: "I don't dare!"
Emperor Xia stared into Concubine Qin's eyes and said seriously: "Xiaojiu is of my bloodline. If I had wanted his life for sixteen years, would he have survived until now?"
"I know there are many rumors in the government and the public that I want Xiao Jiu's life because of her bloodline!"
"But noble concubine, think about it, when Xiaojiu was born, how much pressure did I bear from the government and the public to keep him alive?"
"If you want Xiaojiu's life, why wait until today?"
The more Emperor Xia spoke, the more sincere his face became: "My dear concubine, even if everyone in the world doubts my intentions towards Tian'er, you are the only one who cannot doubt me!"
Concubine Qin thought of Emperor Xia naming Xia Tian, and she became even more vigilant. She smiled and said, "Your Majesty is so kind to me. I and Tian'er are very grateful."
Emperor Xia said again: "As long as Tian'er is willing, I will pave the way for him to enter the East Palace. Please help me convey this!"
Concubine Qin shook her head: "Your Majesty, I will not convey this to Tian'er and put him in a dilemma!"
"If Your Majesty wants to blame me, then blame me!"
"Why......"
Emperor Xia failed to test again, and sighed softly: "My beloved concubine, in the past twenty years, how have I ever really blamed you?"
"Since you don't want to, then let's drop this matter!"
"Let's take a good look at this fight!"
"Look at Xiaojiu's unparalleled talent!"
Concubine Qin became more alert: "Yes!"
What will Emperor Xia do next?
I have no idea!
at this time.
the other side.
Xia Tian has already walked in front of Lang Shi, looking at Lang Shi whose face was flushed but could not utter a single word: "It's your turn!"
In front of this majestic chrysanthemum poem handed down from ancient times, Lang Shi hesitated and couldn't speak.
Next to him, Hu Yanduoer asked: "Lang Shi, can you do it?"
Lang's poem was so suppressed that he wanted to explode on the spot: "King of Huangzhou, if you have the ability to write another one, I will lose!"
Xia Tian frowned: "According to the rules of poetry competition, you have already lost!"
"If you want another fight, you have to bet another hundred thousand taels of gold!"
Langshi gritted his teeth and said, "Chrysanthemum is still the theme. If you can write another unique poem, I will lose you another hundred thousand taels!"
Xia Tian pondered for a while, then spoke again: "Flowers blooming are not the same as hundreds of others. Standing alone and sparsely fenced is not interesting. I would rather die with the fragrance on the branches than blow it down in the west wind!"
In this song "Han Ju", Xia Tian changed the fourth sentence "Have it ever blown into the north wind" to "Have it ever blown into the west wind".
As soon as he finished speaking, Dean Kong of the Royal Academy said: "What a poem!"
"All flowers bloom in the bright spring and compete with each other for beauty. Only the chrysanthemum stands on the edge of the fence, standing upright in the fierce thunder and wind and frost, and does not compete with the flowers."
"When the petals wither, they will not fall. Even if the west wind is wild, I would rather die holding the fragrance on the branch than be blown down by the wind!"
"This poem is a poem of integrity handed down from generation to generation!"
At this moment, Prince Xia Yu heard that Peacock praised this poem so much, and said with displeasure: "Dean Kong, what does this poem have to do with integrity?"
Peacock explained: "Your Highness, it has a lot to do with it!"
"If the border of our Great Xia Empire is compared to a fence, then Huangzhou is the chrysanthemum on the edge of the fence that is not afraid of wind, frost and cold, independent of the Central Plains, standing next to the Sirius Empire!"
"And the wild west wind is the Sirius Empire to the west!"
"The prince is using this poem to tell the world that no matter how powerful the Sirius Empire is, the people of Huangzhou are just like the chrysanthemums. Even if they all die in battle, they will never let the Sirius people do whatever they want on the border."
"This is the integrity of the people in Huangzhou!"
"This is the integrity of the prince!"
Peacock's words are loud and clear, fully presenting the integrity of the poem in front of everyone.
Peacock is a Confucian, the most respected Confucian in our time. His words are the truth.
Then, everyone suddenly realized.
Everyone looked back at this poem and thought about the incident in Huangzhou. They suddenly felt that the poem was full of unyielding integrity and was so moving.
"This poem is enough to be passed down from generation to generation!"
Huyan Duoer looked at Xia Tian with admiration in her beautiful eyes: "Xia Lang, although your poem offended the Sirius Empire, I don't mind!"
"I have always known that you are a man of integrity!"
"Click..."
The hearts of Huyan Duoer's admirers are broken again!
This is the elbow turned directly outward without any concealment!
at this time.
All the heroes of Great Xia cheered: "Wolf poem, please write one!"
Lang Shi's face was dark, as if he could squeeze out ink!
In front of these two handed down chrysanthemum poems, he could not compose anything comparable.
Therefore, he could only grit his teeth and say: "I can't do it!"
"I lost!"
Xia Tian said seriously: "Thank you, two hundred thousand taels of gold!"
Hu Yanduoer said: "Xia Lang, I will go live in your house later, and I will give it to you then!"
"Click..."
Hu Yanduo'er's admirers are heartbroken again!
What?
Huyan Duo'er is going to live in the Ninth Prince's Mansion?
Is this delivered to your door?
Oh my God!
Even a man can't bear it!
Suddenly.
The tall Sirius Junjie stood up with red eyes and said: "My name is Hei Yanfeng. You are a great poet, but I admit that I am not as good as you!"
"So, I don't want to argue with you!"
Xia Tian was stunned: "I am good at writing poems, but I am not good at writing lyrics!"
Hei Yanfeng was overjoyed: "Just compare words!"
Xia Tian looked reluctant: "One hundred thousand taels of gold!"
"Can!"
Hei Yanfeng pointed at the bright moon in the sky and said, "King of Huangzhou in Great Xia, how about we take the bright moon in the sky as the title?"
Xia Tian nodded: "Yes!"
"You first or me first?"
Just as Hei Yanfeng was about to speak, Hu Yanduoer said first, "It's up to the host and guests to do as they please, Xia Lang should go first!"
Hei Yanfeng's face turned dark!
He could only say: "Then please invite the King of the Wilderness State of Great Xia!"
Xia Tian was not polite, he took the wine glass brought by the maid, drank it in one gulp, put down the wine glass, put his hands behind his back, raised his head to look at the moon and chanted: "When will the bright moon come? Ask the blue sky for the wine. I don't know what year it is in the palace in the sky. I I want to take advantage of the wind to return home, but I am afraid that it will be too cold in the high places."
"Dancing clear shadow, like in the world."
"Turn around the Zhuge Pavilion, lower the Qihu household, and the light will keep you awake. There should be no hatred, why should we be reunited when we say goodbye?"
"People have joys and sorrows, separations and reunions, and the moon waxes and wanes. This is a difficult thing in ancient times."
"Nung, moon and new moon."
When this legendary word came out, the whole audience was shocked!
Nung, moon and new moon!
Is this a word that humans can make?
What if you say you're not good at composing lyrics?
