Datang: God-level son-in-law, salted fish will become stronger

It was deep winter.

The white snow covered the city of Chang'an in silver.

Today, New Year's Eve.

After two years of recuperation in Zhenguan, Chang'an City has begun to take on a prosperous appearance.

All the streets and alleys are decorated with lights and festoons, and all kinds of fireworks bloom in the sky, leaving colorful smoke trails.

There was an endless stream of people coming and going inside and outside Chang'an City.

On Suzaku Street, all kinds of stalls lined both sides of the street, offering everything to eat, drink, and play.

The children on the street wore pigtails, playing around, laughing and laughing, and it was peaceful.

In addition, a few months ago, the imperial court rectified Hu merchants' business.

The barbarians in Chang'an City also gradually increased.

The common people have long been familiar with the barbarians coming and going on the street.

Every year, Li Er would prepare a dinner in the Hall of Liangyi to entertain the civil and military officials of the Manchu dynasty.

This year's New Year's Eve is no exception.

At this time, in the Hall of Liangyi.

Li Er looked happy, and sat high on the seat, accompanied by the eldest grandson empress.

On both sides are Li Chengqian and other princes and princesses.

Among them, Qin Mu and Xiangcheng are impressively listed.

The rich and delicious delicacies were placed on the desks in front of everyone by the maids in Ru skirts.

The alluring fragrance hits the face.

The dishes are brightly colored, and once you look at them and smell them, you will have a great appetite and salivate.

In the center of the hall.

Dressed in a colorful gauze dress, the graceful jade-faced beauty dances to the beautiful music.

With a flick of the water sleeve, there was a ripple.

In the joyful and lively atmosphere, the civil and military forces of the Manchu Dynasty exchanged cups and cups, and staggered.

The mellow aroma of wine lingers in the hall for a long time.

After a while, the song and dance ended.

Everyone was still drinking the wine in their glasses.

Some of them even started to brag about their achievements that year.

Cheng Yaojin and Yuchi Gong are among them.

Li Er looked at the officials in the hall, raised his glass and said: "This year, the rectification of the Tang military system has achieved remarkable results, and I am quite satisfied with it."

"Today's New Year's Eve, you can write a poem with the theme of the army. The winner will be rewarded with a hundred taels of gold, ten dendrobium pearls, and a pair of wishful jades. I hope that all my lovers will not let me down."

Everyone beamed with joy when they heard the words.

Li Er is really generous today, one hundred taels of gold, pearls, and jade Ruyi, if you say it, you will take it out.

It's quite a bit, rich and powerful.

But Qin Mu wasn't very interested.

If you want him to compare poems with everyone, it would be a blow to reduce dimensionality, and it wouldn't make much sense.

However, I wrote a poem on the theme of the army.

The military generals in the palace are basically rough people who can't read a single word. If you want to write poetry, you might as well go to war.

So I can only stare at the excitement.

But on the other side, the civil servants are gearing up.

This is their area of ​​expertise.

They are not good at fighting, and composing poems, they come here before opening their mouths.

There are also some young officials, all excited.

This is a rare opportunity to show your face in front of His Majesty.

If only a good poem could be made.

Maybe you can get Li Er to look at you differently.

"Your Majesty, that humble minister has the guts to compose a poem." An elderly civil servant stood up and bowed slightly.

Li Er smiled and nodded, "Okay, if you do a good job, I will reward you."

Subsequently.

A few civil servants stood up again, and the poems written by the five were not bad.

But it lacks some charm, which can only be said to be unsatisfactory.

None of them were praised by Li Er.

Li Er slightly shook his head in disappointment, these few poems didn't quite suit his mind.

At this time Xue Ji came out and bowed slightly, "Your Majesty, I also dare to present a poem."

Subsequently.

Xue Ji stood still and began to chant: "The way of heaven is better than the vulgar, and kindness is the best soldier. Huai Huang sent the child, and endured love and sacrificed to the common people.

Qiong'e goes under the moon, and the stars are divided into Baowu.Guan Shan's song is on the horse, and it is very affectionate to see each other off. "

When Xue Ji finished writing a poem, many officials were stunned, and then applauded.

Qin Mu nodded slightly after hearing Xue Ji's words.

Xue Ji, Ouyang Xun, Yu Shinan, and Chu Suiliang are known as the Four Great Calligraphers of the early Tang Dynasty.

It's just that his reputation is not obvious, not as good as the other three, so not many people know about it.

Li Er smiled in satisfaction, and waved his hand: "Okay, Xue Aiqing's poem is particularly good, but there is still Aiqing who is willing to write another one, and compete for the top."

The words fall.

The officials in the hall looked at each other in blank dismay. They also knew their own level, and they were afraid that they would not be able to write such a poem.

So don't be ashamed anymore.

At this time, another calligrapher, Yu Shinan, came out.

At this time, Yu Shinan was already full of hair, and his body was a little stooped, but his spirit was hale and hearty, and he didn't show his old appearance.

"Your Majesty, that old minister made a fool of himself."

Li Er's eyes lit up, and he responded repeatedly.

Yu Shinan's talent is known to everyone in the entire Tang Dynasty. If he is a poet, he will be famous forever.

Yu Shinan saluted slightly, and said slowly, "This poem is named "Out of the Fortress", the old minister named it "Out of the Fortress", the three generals are slightly far away, and the Nine Mingzun of the Yuan Rong. Remember the festival of the ancients, and think about rewarding the Lord of the Ming Dynasty. There are many courage in Shanxi, and there are wandering souls in Saibei . Yang Yang went up to Longban, and rode down to the plain."

The words fall.

Li Er immediately clapped his hands and applauded, "Hahaha, I think Yu Aiqing's poem is better, not bad."

All the other adults also agreed.

The literary talents of these two people are more outstanding than the other, and they are not comparable to ordinary people.

Qin Mu also nodded, as expected of Yu Shinan.

This poem is much more atmospheric than Xue Ji's.

It should be said that Xue Ji's poems are somewhat tragic, while Yu Shinan's poems are even more tragic.

It can arouse people's empathy more.

Subsequently.

Li Er was about to announce the winner of this competition, but he suddenly swept aside the complacent Qin Mu, and the corners of his mouth suddenly rose.

At this time.

Qin Mu also felt Li Er's gaze, and just when he was a little puzzled, he heard Li Er smile and said, "Qin Mu is also a master in both literature and martial arts, why don't you take advantage of this interest to write a poem? But you can't get a reward."

When they heard that they couldn't get the reward, everyone burst into laughter.

This is the best recognition for Qin Mu.

Everyone knows that Qin Mu is also an amazing talent in literary talent.

Li Er said so, Qin Mu didn't care.

moment.

Qin Mu opened his mouth and chanted: "Looking at the sword with the lamp on while drunk, dreaming of returning to the battalion of blowing horns. Eight hundred miles away, the subordinates are burned, fifty strings are turned outside the fortress, and soldiers are ordered in autumn on the battlefield. Lu Fei is fast on the horse, and the bow is like a thunderbolt. Putting an end to the affairs of the king and gaining fame both in life and in death. What a pity it happened!"

"This poem is called [Pozhenzi]."

This poem comes out.

Immediately the atmosphere was pushed to the climax of the dinner party.

Hearing Qin Mu's poem, Li Er's heart suddenly felt heroic, but there was also a sense of loneliness.

The rest of the people were also amazed.

They all praised Qin Mu's talent.

The whole word, the first nine sentences are a paragraph, which vividly depicts the image of a brave general who is loyal and unyielding.

The last sentence is a paragraph, expressing the grief and indignation of "aspirations that are hard to pay" with a deep sigh.

This poem is really well written.

Chapter 395 : The world is hot and cold, and people's hearts are not old (5/5)

Qin Mu's song "Broken Time" has amazed the civil and military of the Manchu Dynasty.

Even Xue Ji, Yu Shinan and others looked at Qin Mu with admiration and admiration.

In the past, they only knew that Qin Mu had outstanding literary talents and superb martial arts skills.

But after that, Qin Mu never revealed his abilities.

However, now it seems that he is indeed a worthy man under his reputation.

This word is really unique through the ages.

It will surely last forever and be praised by the world.

Qin Mu nodded humbly when he heard the compliments from the courtiers.

Then sat down again, leisurely savoring the delicious food and wine.

He thought to himself: I'm sorry, Mr. Xin Qiji, for wasting a wave of your poems.

at the same time.

Li Er frowned, thoughtfully, and murmured softly in his mouth: "It's all about the king's affairs in the world, and he won the fame before and after his life. The pity happened for nothing, the pity happened for nothing... huh?"

Li Er muttered a few words to himself, and a resentment rose in his heart.

Nima, Qin Mu, this stinky boy is insinuating his feelings.

This is clearly telling him!

He wholeheartedly wants to complete the great cause of recovering the country's lost land for the monarch, and gain a good reputation passed down from generation to generation.

Now poor has become a white-haired man.

thinking.

Li Er looked at Qin Mu quietly.

Well, you brat, what are you doing!