Chapter 84 Your Majesty said yes, then it is really good)
Chapter 84
Task: compose a poem and win praise from the emperor. Reward: two treasure chests...
Yang Qian felt sad when he saw the system dad jumping out to increase his presence at this moment.
Unexpectedly, System Dad, who is so tall in his mind, is also afraid of Yang Guang...
There are two treasure chests. This is the first time Yang Qian has seen such a generous system since he traveled through time.
Hmm... There is a high probability that the Sui Emperor will even fear the system if he becomes ruthless. This must be the case.
Looking at Yang Guang who was looking at him with a smile, Yang Qian took a deep breath and was about to speak.
Over there, another minister stood up.
"Your Majesty, since this son can become a tribute scholar in Xingyang and can write poems like "Compassion for the Farmers", he must be very talented in literature."
"Oh? In Su Qing's opinion, what should we do?" Yang Guang turned around, saw the minister who spoke, and asked disapprovingly.
"The old minister thinks that he should be allowed to write a poem with a title within a time limit, so that he can live up to his reputation as a talented person in Xingyang."
"Yang Qian, what do you think?"
Yang Guang looked at Yang Qian and did not approve or object. He actually gave Yang Qian the choice.
Such behavior made many officials look at Yang Qian with admiration.
After all, Yang Guang's nature is that he likes to be arbitrary.
Yang Qian glanced at the old minister and glanced at the ministers.
Well, that's so unlucky. Why do I feel like I'm not seeing a bunch of old-fashioned and heavy-handed national leaders?
Instead, he looked like a bunch of wild dogs that would pounce viciously on him at any time and devour him until no bones were left.
It's a pity that Yang Qian is really not afraid.
"Whatever your Majesty thinks, the common people should comply with it."
What Yang Qian said made Yang Guang appreciate this young man who was only fifteen years old even more.
He raised his hand and patted Yang Qian's slightly thin shoulder and said with a pleasant expression.
"Okay, you're so brave. Even if you don't do it well, I won't blame you. Well,
How about writing a poem based on this feeling and scene..." Yang Guang pointed around with his big hand.
Yang Qian saluted Yang Guang. "Your Majesty, the common people need some time..."
"Accurate, but the time cannot exceed a moment." Yang Guang laughed and nodded.
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The discussions among the officials have subsided a lot. Curiosity, scrutiny, contempt, expectation... all kinds of eyes are intertwined on Yang Qian.
Yang Qian simply ignored everyone present, collected his mind, and raised his head.
Looking at the bright white moon in the sky, I saw the palace ladies continuing to scatter the fragrant osmanthus flowers.
Osmanthus flowers were scattered everywhere on the terrace, even in front of Yang Guang's bed.
At this moment, Yang Guang sat back and looked at the thoughtful Yang Qian with interest.
Unexpectedly, this young man with a young face would dare to take on such a challenge. Yang Guang admired his courage very much.
However, Yang Guang also hoped that Yang Qian could compose a poem that was at least acceptable.
Otherwise, he would have asked the Xingyang Prefect carefully what was going on.
After all, in order to become famous and become an official, there are many people who try to commit fraud. This is also the reason why the imperial examination in the Sui Dynasty required the Ministry of Civil Service to interpret the examination.
The moment they heard that Yang Qian had agreed to the emperor's request, all the people in Xingyang below became jealous.
Wang Wei, the prefect of Xingyang, covered his already old heart with his hands and silently prayed to God for blessing.
I hope this nephew of Yang Qian can write a poem that is at least acceptable.
Yang Guang picked up a glass of fine wine, drank it slowly with a tooth of golden egg, and couldn't help but smack his mouth with gusto.
Not to mention, using it with wine has a really unique flavor.
At this moment, he saw Yang Qian lowering his head, walking step by step to the steps less than three steps away from his dragon couch and stopping.
Then he stretched out his hand and picked up the sweet-scented osmanthus with a little green branch attached...
Picking up this sweet-scented osmanthus, it trembled slightly on the branch. The dew on the river was heavy, making the little sweet-scented osmanthus shine with crystals.
Yang Qian took a deep breath of the sweet scent of osmanthus, raised his head, and looked at the bright moon hanging quietly in the sky, with a smile on his face.
Seeing Yang Qian's actions, the whispers could not help but diminish a lot.
They all wanted to see if Yang Qian was just showing off or if he had some inspiration.
"Your Majesty, I already have..." Yang Qian smacked his mouth. He always felt that this sentence was ambiguous, but he could only say this.
"Okay, then recite it and let me comment on it for you." Yang Guang stroked his brow and nodded in agreement with a smile.
Not far behind him, Yu Shiji raised his hand to summon a eunuch to whisper a few words.
Soon a short table was brought up, and the eunuchs put pens, inks, paper and inkstones on them as quickly as possible...
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Yang Qian played with the sweet-scented osmanthus in his hand and said calmly.
"The jade stone is shining brightly under the moon wheel, and I found it in front of the steps to reveal its new beauty.
So far, nothing happens in heaven. It should be thrown to people by Chang'e..."
The smile on Yang Guang's face gradually faded, and he sat up straight, with a relaxed and carefree expression, but also a bit of surprise.
The many ministers who were whispering now became quiet, but their eyes were obviously a little wider than before.
At least the prefect Wang below, after hearing these seven-character quatrains, let out a sigh of relief and felt refreshed.
Come on, who else dares to doubt the name of Xingyang’s talented man?!
"What is the name of this poem?" Yang Guang did not comment immediately, but leaned forward slightly and asked Yang Qian.
"I have been ordered to chant osmanthus on the dragon boat on a moonlit night..." Yang Qian bowed to Yang Guang and replied carefully.
Han Shi'e grinned widely and happily. Although he was just a military general who was proficient in writing, it didn't mean that he couldn't tell the difference between good and bad.
Especially the title of this poem is simply stunning.
No wonder my sister likes to marry a scholar like Yang Ning. These guys are so smooth-talking.
Not far away, Li Yuan and Gao Shilian made eye contact, and they both saw the shock in each other's eyes.
A propositional poem can be written to such an extent that even if Gao Shilian thought he was talented, he could only stay away from it at this moment.
"This boy's talent is far better than mine..." Gao Shilian slowly shook his head and sighed with emotion on his face.
Li Yuanshen nodded slightly in agreement: "I am convinced by the name "Dragon Boat Singing on the Moonlit Night with Guizi"."
Yang Guang stood up with a relaxed look and walked up to Yang Qian with a look of relief on his face.
He took the sweet-scented osmanthus that was still in Yang Qian's hand and looked at it carefully, and then looked at the bright moon.
"Good, very good. This poem is ethereal and full of meaning, joyful and joyful... it contains the sweet-scented osmanthus and the bright moon, and it can also be connected to interesting things in the middle of the month."
"This is indeed a rare and excellent work of chanting the moon. Do you think so?" Yang Guang turned his head and glanced at all the ministers.
Seeing the emperor's majestic gaze and those words of affirmation, everyone laughed in their hearts...
You have already determined that, who else dares to say anything doubtful? After all, even if you want to argue with strong arguments, you must first find the point of attack.
But this song, "Original Dragon Boat Ode to Chanting Gui Zi on a Moonlit Night" is almost perfect in describing objects, events, and scenes, and there is no fault to be found at all.
The only thing I can choose is the name of the work. This name is really too special and has a strong sense of flattery.
Thinking of the emperor's bad temper, which favors prosperity over disobedience, everyone was frightened.
Except for compliments and praise for the emperor, no one dared to jump out and find fault with it.
His Majesty Yang Guang, the most talented emperor in the world: I think this poem is good, do you think it is good?
All civil and military officials raised their thumbs and little fingers in unison: Six six six, if your majesty says it is good, then it means it is really good.
ps: It’s a new week, and nine times out of ten, I’m going to run naked again... I’m so sad, I need everyone’s recommendations and collections to comfort me, 555555