Wang Gui's request to compose poems came to nothing, and the generals drank more enthusiastically. Yun Ye and Li Chengqian had to run around holding wine jars. There were obviously waiters in the restaurant, but Li Er wanted a few young people to do these things.
Xue Wanren took the opportunity to grab Yun Ye and said: "Brother, you can also compose a song for me. Your Majesty married my sister to me. I heard that she is a person who likes poetry and wants something nice. In the end, if you say it was my brother who did it, then
Grateful."
When Changsun Wuji heard Xue Wanren's request, he squatted next to him to see how Yun Ye was tinkering with a good poem. He still didn't believe that he could make a popular poem like this, and it hadn't been published for thousands of years.
I have downloaded a few excellent works. If it is really enough to piece them together, what else is there to learn? The typesetting craftsmen in the academy are the masters of poetry.
Looking around, he found that Li Er was whispering to Li Jing, and Lao Cheng was lecturing his son. Li Huairen leaned against the pillar and picked his nose out of boredom. He watched as he flicked his boogers and wondered where they were going tonight.
Even if Yun Ye is beaten to death, he will not take another bite of the banquet.
"Old Xue, we are brothers, so we must help you with this little favor. Where were you stationed a while ago? We will write poems about the border, so that Princess Danyang may favor you. But the poems are written
The banquet on the painted boat on the Qujiang River is indispensable."
"It's natural. If you come to be your best friend for me, I'll cover all the banquets for a year." This bastard is obviously not a fool. Now the women in Chang'an are cruel and vicious to men. The one who is the best friend
Isn't it a matter of lying to a fool with a bruised nose and a swollen face? Li Chengqian's groomsmen didn't do it. He had offended several princesses. If he dared to do this, his life would not be saved.
"You are so beautiful, why don't you find someone rough and thick-skinned to get beaten? If I don't go, helping you write poems is already the limit."
Seeing that Yun Ye was not fooled, Xue Wanche had no choice but to say angrily: "Well, I don't know who took the lead. No one else suffered like this when asking for a wife. Let's write sentences about Liangzhou."
"You have been to Liangzhou, but I have never experienced it. Please tell me what is there. I will finish the work for you as soon as possible, and I will take a rest."
"Liangzhou has nothing but sand. When the wind blows, it can fly up to the clouds. It's just such a lonely city, surrounded by dark mountains. Even horses can't climb it. Just look at Minato."
"Then the yellow sand is far up among the white clouds, and there is an isolated city surrounded by mountains. What do you think?" Yun Ye saw Changsun Wuji peeking, and Wang Gui also eavesdropped with his ears raised, and deliberately wrote a few words wrong.
"It's good, it's a good poem when you hear it." Listening to Xue Wanche, a rough man, praising the poem in vernacular, Changsun Wuji couldn't bear it anymore and interrupted and said: "I think it's better to change one to one, surrounded by mountains, to
Qianren Mountain is even more impressive."
Xue Wanche laughed and said: "Qianren Mountain is indeed better than Simian Mountain. Why don't we just write Wanren Mountain? Wanren Mountain is ten times more than Qianren Mountain."
Yun Ye raised his thumbs and praised some, and quickly changed it into an isolated city in Wanren Mountain. Changsun Wuji also had to admit that Xue Wanche's nonsense was indeed very powerful, but the momentum was written to the extreme, just look at these two polite scum.
How to get back.
"Old Xue, the momentum is enough, but we can't write any more. If we write another hundred thousand ren, this poem will be ruined. So write something else. What do you do in the army?"
"I usually practice martial arts and drink. The soldiers sometimes play their flutes loudly, which makes me angry, so they use willow sticks to whip them. Just hit them a few times and it will be fine. You don't know, Liangzhou's wicker sticks are also good.
It is strong and tough, and the common people use it to make backpacks, and it is very effective for pulling people. The willow trees there sprout late, and the thing can be used for half a year. Once the seeds sprout, they become brittle and difficult to use. "
"The soldiers who were beaten didn't blame you?"
"You're just complaining. If you blame me again, you'll beat him up." Xue Wanche drank a large bowl of wine angrily, and pulled Yun Ye to talk about how to lead troops. Being a general is easy to say, and he said it all with just one word of authority.
, the army is full of killers. If you are soft, he will be hard. In short, when leading the army, you only need one word "beat" and two words "beat hard" and "beat him until he is submissive, so that he will vent his anger on the enemy."
Only by fighting a war can we move forward bravely.
Although Yun Ye thought that if he did this, he would have more chances of getting stabbed in the dark than it would encourage military morale, but in order to make up the verses, he raised his thumb to praise, clasped his fists to say that he had been taught, and then wrote on the paper, why should the Qiang flute blame the willow?
The spring breeze does not pass through the iron gate.
Just after he finished writing, he was slapped on the back of the head. Lao Cheng said angrily: "What nonsense are you talking about? The Iron Gate is at Yanqi, it should be Yumen Pass. It's embarrassing for him to be the commander like this."
Yun Ye quickly changed the Iron Gate Pass to the Jade Gate Gate, and Cheng Yaojin gave up. Changsun Wuji sat back in his seat with a pale face and said nothing, apparently very shocked.
"Yun Ye, what have you pieced together again? Show it to me." Finding that there was a dispute, Li Er stopped talking to Li Jing. Seeing that Yun Ye, Xue Wanche, Cheng Yaojin and others were piecing together words again, he was curious.
Next time, I have to come and take a look.
The paper was covered with black spots. I frowned and read out: "The yellow sand is far above the white clouds, and there is an isolated city called Wanren Mountain. What a poem, what a spirit."
Xue Wanche hurried up and said to Li Er: "Your Majesty, this Wanren Mountain was thought up by a humble minister. The word "piece" in front of it is Changsun's hahaha."
Cheng Yaojin also held the wine bowl and said: "The three words Yumenguan were contributed by the veteran." After saying that, he and Yuchi Gong had a bowl.
Li Er gritted his teeth and continued reading: "Why should the Qiang flute blame the willows? The spring breeze does not pass through Yumen Pass? Xue Wanche, do you also know "Breaking Willows"?"
"You know, Wei Chen broke willows and beat those sergeants who played the flute until they didn't dare to complain."
"Why should the Qiang flute blame the willows? This is what this poem means?" Li Er's voice rose an octave.
Yun Ye, Xue Wanche, and Cheng Yaojin nodded together, and even Changsun Wuji, who smiled bitterly, nodded in recognition and said to the emperor: "Your Majesty, the meaning of this poem is that the sand flies up to the sky, and the lonely city is surrounded by mountains.
The soldiers playing the flute disturb people's dreams, so they dare not complain when they are whipped by willow branches. The spring breeze cannot reach Yumen Pass, and the strong and tough willow branches can always be used as whips to whip people. Your Majesty, don't think too much, this is its original intention,
It has nothing to do with the artistic conception of the music."
Old Wang Gui drank a large bowl of wine, covered his face and sobbed. Fang Xuanling and Du Ruhui were dumbfounded. Li Er tore the piece of paper into pieces, stepped on it, kicked over the table, and said to Duan Hong
: "Get off and drive back to the palace."
The generals sent the emperor and the civil servants out, then returned to the restaurant, prepared their pens and ink, and began to write their own poems...
Li Er, who returned to the palace, was still very irritable. His poetic talent, which he was proud of, was not as good as that of a few reckless men. This made Li Er, who had extremely high self-esteem, intolerable.
What a beautiful poem, "Liangzhou Ci" The yellow sand is far up among the white clouds, and there is an isolated city on the Wanren Mountain. Why does the Qiang flute blame the willows? The spring breeze does not pass through Yumen Pass.
The first two sentences are written about how majestic the city is surrounded by high mountains in the desert, which makes people feel heroic. The last two sentences are sad and lingering, telling the story of the soldiers who miss their hometown while playing "Folding Willow", desolate and majestic, and sad.
Intertwined with nostalgia and blending scenes, it was definitely a rare masterpiece. He would not be surprised if it became a masterpiece in the future, but when he thought of the explanation Changsun Wuji gave him, he felt like vomiting.
Brush the paper flat with a paperweight, dip it in thick ink, and copy it again on the paper. His handwriting is so white, the poem is a good poem, and the words are good words. The two complement each other, but every time I look at it, I feel like
A little more disappointed.
"Ah, this poem was written by your Majesty? It is powerful and graceful, and it has hundreds of twists and turns. What a poem. What a poem. Your Majesty is a master of poetry. I will frame this poem and store it in a treasure house."
The eldest grandson is wearing a gauze dress, with his dark blue breastband looming. Normally, as long as the eldest grandson is dressed like this, the two of them will quickly go to the harem to sleep in peace.
Today, Li Er didn't have any desire at all. He sat behind the case and looked at his eldest grandson and said, "If I tell you that this poem actually makes no sense and is just the result of a pile of stuff, Queen, would you believe it?"
Changsun, who was about to put away the words, was stunned for a moment, then smiled again, covered his mouth and said to Li Er: "Your Majesty deceived me again, who has the ability to pile up such words, and the ability to pile up another one for me."
Take a look at me."
Li Er sighed, picked up the pen and wrote on the paper Lanling Fine Wine Tulips, the jade bowl filled with amber light, but it made the owner drunk, and he didn't know where his hometown was. After writing, he pushed the paper to his eldest grandson and sat down by himself.
Sulking in the chair.
"Who did it?" Changsun's voice immediately became shrill, and he asked Li Er angrily.
"Yun Ye wrote the pen, Cheng Yaojin, Xue Wanche, and Wuji also added a few words to make it look like this. Anyone who dares to show off poetry in front of me in the future will be beaten with a stick by me. I now doubt
, are those beautiful articles in ancient times also created in this way? If it is true, Thousand Years of Culture is a big joke."
After listening to Li Er tell what happened, Changsun noticed that Yun Ye's shadow was always lingering in the middle of the incident. He nodded thoughtfully, picked up a bowl of porridge, put it in front of Li Er and said: "Your Majesty, don't worry, these poems
It is definitely a good poem, and it is not the result of some pile-up. It is a real masterpiece. I am sure that this is Yun Ye's trick.
You have forgotten that he has a special knowledge of how to talk to people. Even if Cheng Yaojin and Xue Wanche studied for thirty years, they would not be able to write such a poem. There is only one person in the world who can do it, and that is Yun Ye
Immortal Master, how come your Majesty forgot that you also have a piece of "Apang Palace Ode" in your hand, and this wonderful article is at the bottom. I believe that these poems are the works of his immortal master.
Hum, use inducement to get Cheng Yaojin and Xue Wanche to talk along the path arranged by you, and then put on a pretense to cause trouble for His Majesty. This must be the case. Are you punishing him again today? "
Li Er hurriedly took out a scroll from the scroll box, opened it, took a look, put the scroll down, and said to his eldest grandson: "I'm determined to give this little bastard a thousand boards." (To be continued.) .Please search Piaotian Literature, the novels will be better and updated faster!)