Reborn in the Three Kingdoms, I stole Liu Bei's uncle

Wang Yun was so experienced that he could see the fleeting expressions on everyone's faces at a glance. He remained calm and looked at Liu Yu and continued, "Although I was a close friend of his father, knowledge is something that cannot be faked after all."

"Today is my birthday. I have a suggestion. You can come up with a topic and let Yunqi compose a poem on the spot to liven up the atmosphere. What do you think?"

Compose poetry on the spot.

This is impossible! Liu Yu secretly groaned in his heart.

Liu Yu would not be afraid if he just recited it casually, after all, he was standing on the shoulders of those geniuses at this time.

Thanks to the education he received during those years, he could recite a few poems from the Tang Dynasty, Song Dynasty and Yuan Dynasty.

But this is a question given on the spot, a poem with a given topic!

If that blind person gave me a difficult question and I couldn't think of a corresponding ancient poem right away, that would be a huge social failure.

Liu Yu bowed and said, "Uncle, you are too kind to praise me. I just created this work because I was inspired by it. I don't deserve such praise from you."

Wang Yun laughed and said, "I have seen your talent, so there is no need to be modest."

Seeing that he couldn't refuse, Liu Yu could only stand there silently and look at the gentlemen.

At this moment, Liu Yu suddenly felt as if he had returned to his previous life, with a sense of ritual of taking an exam on site.

Everyone looked at Liu Yu standing there without saying a word, and they all felt unsure.

It can be seen that the young man should have some talent for poetry. Wang Yun's action was also to make the young man famous and to suppress Cai Yong's momentum at the same time.

But this topic is not easy to come up with. If it is well-chosen, the young man will write a good article and everyone will be happy.

If you are not careful and ask a question that the boy cannot answer, it will not only be a slap in the face.

After a brief silence, Shangshu Yang Zan laughed and said first: "We are all convinced by what the prince said. Your nephew has an extraordinary appearance and speaks eloquently. It can be seen at first glance that he is a man of talent and learning."

As soon as he said this, several people echoed him, "Yes, yes, it's really enviable for a prince to have such a nephew."

When Liu Yu heard the flattery from everyone, he understood what was going on.

This is just like in my previous life at work. Without knowing the leader's intentions, no one dared to take the risk of testing.

Since you don't dare to try, it will definitely be right to follow what the leader says.

This is good, I finally don’t have to worry anymore.

He was just about to take advantage of the situation and say a few polite words.

Unexpectedly, a voice broke his rhythm.

"Composing a poem in seven steps is something I've never heard of before. I'd like to give it a try."

Who is this? When the leader eats, you turn the table, when the leader opens the door, you get in the car...

Liu Yu turned his head and saw that Cao Cao had stood up and bowed without changing his expression.

It turns out to be Emperor Wu of Wei. That’s all right.

Cao Cao had been observing Liu Yu just now. Seeing that he did not show a trace of complacency on his face when facing everyone's praise, he could not help but admire him secretly.

He stood up this time, not because he really doubted Liu Yu's lack of talent, but because he felt that Wang Yun's suggestion of composing a poem in seven steps was incredible.

He also wanted to see the depth of talent of the young man who was sitting in front of him but whom he could not understand.

Wang Yun turned to look at Cao Cao, and said with a smile: "It turns out to be Meng De. I wonder what Meng De is going to use as the topic?"

When everyone saw Wang Yun's smile fade away, they couldn't help but feel lucky in their hearts that they didn't take the risk to test him. If this made the prince unhappy, it would be very bad.

Liu Yu knew that Wang Yun stopped smiling not because he asked him a question, but because Cao Cao and Dong Zhuo had a close relationship, which made Wang Yun unhappy.

As expected of Cao Mengde, in the face of the sudden change of mood, his expression did not change at all, but he picked up the wine glass and responded: "Today is the birthday banquet of the prince, such fine wine, such a grand banquet, let's use the banquet as the theme, I wonder if it's okay?"

Wang Yun said nothing. He walked back to the table slowly, sat down, looked at Liu Yu and asked, "What do you think of Meng De's proposal, nephew?"

Liu Yu knew the current situation. If he refused, the image he had just established in Wang Yun's mind would be greatly damaged. He had no choice but to bite the bullet and do it.

Liu Yuwei pondered and said, "Just follow Cao Gong's advice."

Wang Yun nodded slightly.

Seeing that Liu Yu agreed to the question without hesitation, everyone looked at him intently.

Could it be that this young man could really compose a poem in seven steps?

There are many poems about wine written by ancient people on the theme of banquets, but Liu Yu still has to think about which one is suitable for today's atmosphere.

Countless banquet poems emerged in his mind, and after a moment, his eyes suddenly brightened.

Got it!

Liu Yu bowed as a sign of respect.

"I just came up with a poem, please give me some advice."

After saying this, he picked up the wine glass on the table, drank it all, and chanted slowly:

“If you don’t see it, the water of the Yellow River will come up from the sky and rush to the sea never to return.

See you, Gaotangmingjing has white hair in sorrow, and the morning is like blue silk and snow in the evening.

Life is full of joy, so that the gold is empty for the moon.

I am born to be useful, and come back when my wealth is gone.

Cooking sheep and slaughtering cows is fun, and you will have to drink three hundred cups.

Uncle Wang Shishu, Duke Meng De, let’s drink, don’t stop.

A song with Junge, please listen to me.

Bells, drums, and jade are not expensive, but I hope I won’t wake up after being drunk.

Since ancient times, saints and wise men have all been lonely, only drinkers leave their names. "

Having read this, Liu Yu kept silent.

The following is the banquet held by King Chen in Pingle in the past, where he drank ten thousand cups of wine and had a lot of fun.

The King of Chen refers to Cao Cao’s son Cao Zhi, whose fief was in Chen County and was called the King of Chen by later generations.

Because Cao Zhi also liked drinking, Li Bai mentioned this in his poem.

Now that King Chen has popped up, I have no way to explain myself.

The original sentence refers to Master Cen and Mr. Danqiu, who were Li Bai’s friends at the drinking table.

He also changed it to Wang Shishu and Meng Degong. Although it lost a lot of fun compared to the original text, the overall artistic conception is not bad.

Li Bai's "Drinking Song" is majestic and every word is classic. It can be said to be the best banquet poem.

He described a vulgar drinking scene as heroic and dignified.

He is truly worthy of being called the Immortal Poet!

Once this poem is published, it will surely be able to cope with the current situation.

Just as Liu Yu expected, after he finished reciting the poem "Drinking Song", everyone at the banquet was speechless.

Everyone looked at Liu Yu's expression as if he had seen a ghost.

Everyone looked shocked.

Although he couldn't compose a poem in seven steps, it was rare in the world to produce such a masterpiece in such a short period of time.

After a while, everyone came to their senses.

Some people regretted that they were too conservative, otherwise the task of pleasing the king would have fallen on their heads.

Alas, no one expected that this young man was so talented. He could speak eloquently after only a moment of hesitation.

There were also people who were jealous of Cao Cao. He asked a random question and his name appeared in a poem. The poem had an extraordinary artistic conception and would surely be remembered through the ages. Cao Mengde would also be remembered by future generations.

Cao Cao picked up the wine glass, looked at Liu Yu and said, "I thought Yunqi's seven-step poem was a bit exaggerated, but I didn't expect Yunqi to be so talented. I'm sorry."

After saying that, he finished the wine in his glass and sat down.

He recited: "I was born with talent that will be useful. Even if I spend all my money, I will get it back. Now, my beautiful words should be made public."

After saying that, he started drinking by himself, muttering, "What a delight! What a delight!"

As soon as Cao Cao finished speaking, praises rang out at the banquet.

"With such talent, he should be no less than Minister Cai."

"Not only is he not inferior to Minister Cai, even Minister Cai doesn't have such talent."

"The talent in the world is one stone, Yunqi alone has eight buckets, Minister Cai has one bucket, and the rest of us have one bucket. Shame on me, shame on me!"

"Such talent and yet he is so young. It is true that heroes emerge young."

"From my perspective, he looks very brave and has a bright future ahead of him."

"It is really enviable for a prince to have such a nephew."

Wang Yun listened to everyone's praise and a proud smile appeared on his face.

What a great sentence: The water of the Yellow River comes from the sky, flows to the sea and never comes back.

What a good saying, God has given me talent and it will be useful, even if I lose all my money I will get it back.

What a good sentence! Since ancient times, all saints and wise men have been lonely, only drinkers leave their names.

These lines of poetry are full of gems, and any one of them will be remembered forever.

With these few good sentences as a backdrop, wouldn’t Wang Shishu and Meng Degong also be household names?

Thinking of this, the smile on Wang Yun's face deepened.

It was just a good thing for Cao Mengde that after a simple question, he actually appeared in the poem.

Compared with the previous poem "The Yangtze River Flows Eastward", this poem is more free and easy and transcendent.

It has great ups and downs, like a rushing river, with momentum and twists and turns, and it is powerful enough to lift a tripod. I have never heard of such a wonderful article.