Lu Xun was not surprised that Zhuge Liang wrote to him. Since the two countries restored relations, he, Sun Quan and Zhuge Liang had often exchanged letters among themselves to exchange opinions on military and state affairs.
It is also interesting to say that Zhuge Liang, Sun Quan and Lu Xun are similar in age. Zhuge Liang is one year older than Sun Quan, and Sun Quan is one year older than Lu Xun. The three of them are all middle-aged men in their forties, and now they are all in charge of the government of a country. They can be said to be heroes of the moment.
Since they had agreed on one family, Yang Qing would not forget the other. He walked up to the scribe next to Fei Yi and said, "General Ziyu, Prime Minister Zhuge asked me to bring you a family letter. I wonder if the general will be free tomorrow?"
It turns out that this scribe is Zhuge Liang's brother Zhuge Jin. He is now the Zuo General. He supervises public security during holidays. He was named Marquis of Wanling by Sun Quan and is also one of the most important ministers in the Eastern Wu Dynasty. Fortunately, he returned to Wuchang these days, otherwise Yang Qing would have had to go to the police to see him.
Zhuge Jin stood up and replied: "Thank you, Yang has joined the army. I will be waiting at my house tomorrow." After saying that, he asked with concern: "By the way, I wonder how my second brother and his family are doing?"
As soon as he stood up, Yang Qing realized that Zhuge Jin's face was really long, but even though his face was long, he could still be said to be dignified, gentle and generous.
Yang Qing smiled in his heart and replied: "General, don't worry, the Prime Minister and his family are all in good health and living a happy life."
Zhuge Jin nodded in relief and asked, "Do you know how Bo Song is doing now if you join the army?"
It seems that even if Zhuge Qiao is adopted, Zhuge Jin, the biological father, will still be concerned and worried from time to time.
Yang Qing replied: "Don't worry, General Ziyu. Bo Song's current life is the envy of others. His parents love him, his wife is virtuous, and his son is cute. It's really perfect."
"Okay, that's good." Zhuge Jin said happily.
"Oh, just talking about your own family affairs, you are neglecting Yang Canjun, please join the army."
Yang Qing smiled and said: "General Ziyu, there is no need to be polite. Bo Song and I are as close as brothers. Please treat me as your nephew."
As he spoke, he drank the wine in one gulp. After Zhuge Jin heard this, he became a little closer to him, and called Zhuge Ke to see Yang Qing.
After some banquets, Sun Quan seemed to be interested again, and said to Yang Qing with a smile: "Mr. Jiuwen is a master of poetry and prose. Not only is his seven-character poems as good as those of Cao Pi, the leader of Wei, but he also created a new style of poetry. This is rare today. Sir and I, all the sages from Soochow, have gathered together. If we don’t use poetry to entertain, wouldn’t we be wasting this opportunity?”
Yang Qing knew that Sun Quan wanted to regain the previous situation, but how could he really know anything about poetry? However, it was about the dignity of the country, so he could only reply unwillingly: "Since the king is so elegant, how dare the foreign ministers not do this?" from?"
"Haha, sir, you are so cheerful." Sun Quan laughed and said, "I have heard your poems before, but I have never heard your poems. Today we will compose a poem for this banquet. I don't know what you think. ?」
"Your Majesty is absolutely right, and I agree with you."
"It's rare for Mr. Mingzhi to come to Wu, how can he not leave behind a masterpiece?"
"Why don't the Han envoys write a poem, and I, Soochow, also write a poem, and see who can do it better."
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Everyone in Soochow responded loudly to Sun Quan's suggestion. They had just lost for a while, and they were holding their breath in their hearts.
"Bitterness."
Yang Qing secretly thought something was wrong. He originally thought that Sun Quan would write the title with poetry, so that he could get by with the famous works of later generations. Who would have thought that this person did not follow common sense and he was completely incompetent in writing this kind of style. What should I do?
He was thinking hard about how to deal with it, when he suddenly saw Fei Yi beside him, who was not nervous at all, looking calm and composed.
Only then did he suddenly think of Han Fu and Han Fu. Fei Yi, a native scholar who was well versed in classics and knew poetry and poetry, would definitely be able to do it. With him standing in the way, it would be enough to cope with it. Poor writing is much better than no writing at all.
The calculation in his mind was settled, so he asked calmly: "Your Majesty, I don't know what the topic is?"
Sun Quan thought for a while and replied: "Since it is to add to the fun of tonight's banquet, why not use the things on the table as the title. As long as it is related to the wine, vegetables and other things on the table, you can use this as a poem."
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What the king said makes sense, but I don’t know who will come first? "
Sun Quan smiled and said: "Mr. Mingzhi and Mr. Wenwei are guests from afar, so naturally you will come first."
Yang Qing cupped his hands and said, "You're welcome, sir." He said to Fei Yi, "Wen Wei, it's up to you to write the poem."
Sun Quan and others did not really want Yang Qing to write the poem, they just wanted to defeat Ji Han, so they had no objection to Fei Yi participating in the battle.
Yang Qing secretly breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this, and looked at Fei Yi with a smile. Fei Yi only said that Yang Qing deliberately gave him this opportunity to be in the limelight. He was grateful and accepted it.
At this moment, the dancing and music had already stopped, and the chamberlain brought up the writing and ink slips. Everyone in the palace focused on Fei Yi, but he had no stage fright and looked calm.
Looking at the wheat cakes in front of him, Fei Yi was inspired, and he handed over his hands to Sun Quan and said, "Your Majesty, the foreign minister will write a poem about wheat based on this wheat cake."
"Okay, sir, feel free to write."
Without being verbose, Fei Yi wrote down the two words "Mai Fu", pondered for a while, and then started to write. In a short time, he had completed hundreds of words of "Mai Fu", and only stopped for a moment to think about it. It's done in one stroke and in one go.
Everyone in the palace secretly admired Fei Yi's quick thinking when they saw it. Sun Quan took the slip and read it quickly, also known as the chamberlain, and read it in public.
Fei Yi's poem about wheat is based on wheat grain. He first describes the benefits of wheat grain, and then extends it to the government affairs, expounding the principles of governing the country from the small to the big.
After hearing this, the monarchs and ministers of Dongwu had to admit that although this poem was short-lived, it could still be called a masterpiece, and they all praised Fei Yi.
Sun Quan also praised a few words, looked at his courtiers and said, "Mr. Wen Wei's Mai Fu is a masterpiece. I wonder which of your beloved princes is willing to compose a poem to complement it?"
"I wish to make peace with you."
As soon as Sun Quan finished speaking, a familiar young voice sounded. Everyone looked and saw that it was Zhuge Ke, the most famous young hero in Soochow.
Zhuge Ke had just been suppressed by Yang Qing with his righteousness. Zhuge Ke was deeply unconvinced. Now when he heard Sun Quan's question, he could not hold back and immediately stood up.
"It's Yuan Xun. Since you are willing, it's up to you to agree."
In fact, Sun Quan's candidate was also Zhuge Ke. He had always been fond of this child prodigy who had a reputation for talent since childhood. Sun Quan would always bring Zhuge Ke with him to banquets, always hoping that he would stump others with his extraordinary talents.
"yes."
"Since Mr. Wen Wei wrote a poem about wheat, then Ke will also write a poem about grinding." Zhuge Ke said loudly.
