The small soldiers on the frontier at the beginning killed Liu Ye, the Han God of War, and Lu Lingqi

Chapter 274: Compose a poem with the theme of banquet

The content of the message is very simple, just eight words: "Win the leader and serve as the emperor's teacher."

To be honest, Liu Ye had no interest at all in the so-called position of emperor master, so he subconsciously wanted to refuse.

Now he just wants to return to Yanmen Pass to concentrate on developing his power and wait for the right time!

But then I thought about it, it seemed good to have the status of Imperial Master.

At least when Dong Zhuo brings trouble to the court in the future, he can legitimately enter the capital to serve as the emperor's master.

As for whether staying in the imperial capital to teach two naughty children would delay his development of his own power, Liu Ye was not worried at all.

With the Dragonborn around, he could make several trips back and forth in one day, even if they were thousands of miles apart.

Even if there is any emergency, he still has a clone that can temporarily take over.

Because he often transformed into a clone to help him mine, blacksmith, and plant in the territorial space, his proficiency in this magical power has been pushed to the level of perfection.

Now he can transform into thousands of clones at a time, and his strength can reach up to 50% of the original body!

The duration, depending on the medium, can last from 1 to 10 days, provided there is no battle.

Once a battle occurs, the duration is greatly reduced.

But it is enough to handle some daily chores.

As soon as he thought of this, Liu Ye nodded slightly to express his agreement.

As for whether he can win the title of leader in this literary and Dao conference, it depends on whether he will fight through literary or martial arts.

The so-called literary struggle is nothing more than playing with poetry, lyrics, and songs.

Martial arts fighting is simple, just fight, whoever wins will be the leader of culture.

Of course, since it is a literary conference, only literary means can be used.

Considering that this time is to determine the candidate for the emperor's master, there is a high probability that Confucian methods will be used to deal with the enemy.

There is no way, who makes the Han respect Confucianism and Taoism.

After such a long period of feedback, the literary energy in Liu Ye's body, or to be precise, Haoran's righteousness, has accumulated to a terrifying level.

If divided by Confucian cultivation, it is probably equivalent to the peak of the fourth-grade destiny realm.

But even though it was only the fourth grade, with Haoran's righteousness and domineering level, even if the great scholar came, Liu Ye would not be afraid at all.

Of course, the premise is the kind of great Confucianism from the old era.

If he were the kind of great Confucian who condensed his literary heart with awe-inspiring righteousness, Liu Ye would not have any advantage.

But for now, no great scholar of this level has yet been born in this world.

Liu Ye, as the founder of the new way, can naturally sense this.

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"Since today is a celebration banquet, martial arts fighting will inevitably hurt the harmony, so this literary and Dao conference will focus on literary fighting. You will recite poems and write poems together today. It will be a good story if it spreads!"

This time Liu Hong did not ask Yuan Wei for his opinion again, and directly set the tone of this literary conference.

"Your Majesty, Holy Might!"

When the ministers saw this, they all agreed, and the scene became quite harmonious for a while.

The only injured person might be the unlucky guy lying on the ground.

"Haha, okay, come, let's have a banquet."

Liu Hong waved his hand, and the maids who had been preparing outside the palace for a long time filed in carrying various delicacies.

In less than half a quarter of an hour, the originally empty hall was filled with banquets.

Maybe it was intentional, or maybe it was because Liu Ye's current identity was no longer what it used to be.

At this time, Liu Ye was sitting at the front of the generals, directly replacing General He Jin, and sitting exactly opposite Yuan Wei, the head of the civil service.

Yuan Wei just nodded slightly towards Liu Ye and continued to rest with his eyes closed.

Obviously, in Yuan Wei's eyes, there is no opponent like Liu Ye.

Although he learned from the Wang family that Liu Ye also had considerable talent in literature, Yuan Wei didn't take it to heart.

Just think that Liu Ye is a rising star, far from qualified to compete with him for the position of emperor master this time.

"Your Majesty, the banquet is ready!"

Zhang Rang on the side bowed and said. .

"Okay, then this literary conference will officially begin. Everyone, please drink this cup to the full!"

Liu Hong picked up the wine cup, raised it towards Wen Wu below, and then drank it all in one gulp.

"Thank you, Your Majesty!"

Everyone also picked up their wine glasses and drank in one gulp.

After the opening drinks were finished, Liu Hong continued to speak: "I will come up with the first question of this literary conference. Let me think about it... I have it!"

After pondering for a moment, Liu Hong suddenly touched his palm and said, "You will write a poem based on today's banquet."

As soon as these words came out, not only Yuan Wei, but also several officials who considered themselves to be somewhat poetic also put down their wine glasses and began to lower their heads in thought, obviously also wanting to compete for the position of the emperor's master.

As for Liu Ye, he didn't make any move. He was still drinking and pouring himself there calmly. From time to time, he picked up some food with chopsticks and put it into his mouth to taste it carefully. He had no intention of participating in it.

Finally, Yuan Wei took the lead in raising his head and said with a smile: "Since you haven't thought about it yet, I will show my shame."

It’s not so important who comes first and who comes last in this matter. What matters in the end is the quality of the work.

Of course, if the quality is similar, the one that makes it first will definitely have some advantages.

Then Yuan Wei stood up, first bowed to Liu Hong to show respect, and then slowly spoke:

"Today is a good banquet, and the joy is hard to express."

"Playing the zither makes great sounds, and the new sounds are wonderful and enchanting."

"Ling De sings high words, knows music and listens to its truth."

"We are of one mind and have the same wish, but the meaning is not stated."

"Life is destined to last forever, and dying is like flying into the dust."

"Why don't you use the best strategy to seize the key road first?"

"Do nothing to keep me poor and lowly. I regret that I have to endure hardships!"

After finishing a poem, the officials all clapped their hands and praised it.

In particular, the group of people from the Yuan family acted particularly exaggeratedly, praising this poem to the highest degree, which made Liu Ye shake his head.

Not that the poem is bad.

Yuan Wei is a contemporary great Confucian, and he is not the kind of great Confucian who relies on the luck of the country to get promoted. Naturally, he has some real talent and learning.

For ordinary people, they may not be able to write a poem better than this one.

But who is Liu Ye, the inheritor of five thousand years of brilliant Chinese civilization?

As long as there are poems that can be passed down through the ages, just picking out one of them is enough to overwhelm the entire audience.

Therefore, Liu Ye was not anxious at all and quietly watched everyone perform.