Chapter 1081 Famous Poems handed down from generation to generation
"It's already a miracle that he can write a poem. Now he has another one. Could it be that this guy is the reincarnation of a god?"
"He is not a god, he is just a country man.
How could he have such literary talent?"
"Yes, he must be confused."
At this time, Muchuan suddenly raised his head and said with a smile: "Everyone, please take a look, what do you think of my poem?"
He held a piece of white silk cloth in his hand and unfolded it.
There is a painting on the silk cloth, which shows a young man standing on a cliff with a bow and arrow in his hands and a quiver on his back.
And in the middle is the poem "Dengguangwu Ancient Battlefield Nostalgia" written by Muchuan
“The deer of Qin ran towards the weeds, chasing them like flying fluffs.
King Xiang's energy is overwhelming, his pupils are bright with purple lightning.
Breathing eight thousand people, they marched across the Yangtze River.
Chi Jing killed Bai Di and entered the pass with command.
The two dragons do not leap together, and the five latitudes are the same as the sky.
Chu was destroyed without any Yingtu, but Han was resurrected with success.
Press the sword to clear the eight poles, and return to the singing and strong wind.
Ixi came to Guangwu, and fought with soldiers to fight against each other.
Give me a piece of the pie, the Emperor is your Weng.
There are monuments to war and ruined fortresses.
Tigers roar in the caves, hungry eagles sing in the autumn sky.
The soaring clouds form the dawn formation, and the murderous aura shines like a rainbow.
It belongs to the tyrant and sage to bring order to the chaos, and the common people can make peace with it.
Indulging in ecstasy and talking nonsense is unjust.
Caressing the bend of the Yellow River, sneering at Ruan Sizong."
Quiet!
The whole place was silent!
Everyone looked at Muchuan in stunned silence!
They are all dignitaries of the Tang Empire, but at this moment, they are all speechless.
This poem is so domineering and powerful.
"Even though we, the soldiers of the Tang Dynasty, were on conquests in the Western Regions, we never forgot that we, the Tang Dynasty, are the masters of the land of China.
How can I, the people of the Tang Dynasty, allow the barbarians to act arrogantly?"
"I, Muchuan, am willing to show my shame, hoping to help His Majesty unify the Central Plains, pacify the Western Regions, expel the Turks, and consolidate our land of China."
Muchuan said loudly.
"good!"
"happy!"
“What a poem!”
Everyone present was amazed.
Li Shimin's expression changed unpredictably, and finally he sighed and then clapped his hands.
"Pa bang bang..."
Suddenly, the audience burst into warm applause.
After a long time, Li Shimin said: "I appreciate your poems, and I am very satisfied with this one, "Reminiscing about the Ancient Battlefield of Dengguangwu"."
This poem indeed expresses Li Shimin's feelings.
In his early years, Li Shimin dreamed of leading the Tang Dynasty, conquering thousands of miles of fertile land, and restoring the glory of the land of China.
Li Shimin murmured to himself: "Deng Guangwu, the ancient battlefield."
A vast war epic seemed to appear in his mind!
Those Hulu cavalry, riding tall horses, galloped across the battlefield.
They opened their arms and waved their riding whips, hitting the horses' bodies, making a snapping sound.
Their leather armor was stained with blood.
However, they still charged relentlessly and defended the dignity of the motherland to the death.
Their figures, their momentum, and their roars are all vivid in my mind!
"Good! What a nostalgia for the ancient battlefields of Dengguang and Wu, and what a success in the rise of the Han Dynasty."
Li Shimin couldn't help but admire.
"Awesome, my brother!"
Cheng Yaojin also looked at Muchuan with admiration.
"This is the glory of us Tang people!"
Handerang was also very excited and couldn't help but applaud.
"This is the pride of the Tang people!"
Later master Li Zhi also praised it.
"I like this poem very much!"
Wei Zheng followed.
Others also praised him one after another.
Muchuan smiled faintly and said, "I'm sorry, I hope your majesty won't blame you."
Li Shimin laughed loudly and said: "You are so funny, how can I blame you! This poem is well written, and it is a hundred times better than those sour scholars."
Muchuan was slightly startled. He knew that the sour scholars Li Shimin referred to were those who had just impeached him.
Muchuan Xin said: Sure enough, no matter what era, scholars are a bunch of bugs, they only know how to talk but don't work!
At this time, Li Shimin continued to ask: "Mu Chuan, do you know the origin of this poem?"
Muchuan nodded and said: "When I first came to power, the late emperor was in power.
It was the most dangerous period of the Tang Dynasty, and the surrounding foreign races were ready to invade the Tang Dynasty at any time.
In order to resist foreign enemies, His Majesty did not hesitate to personally lead his troops to the north to attack.
As a result, they met the Hu cavalry from the Snowy Mountains in Liaoxi County.
In that battle, His Majesty led his army to fight fiercely with the Daxue Mountain Cavalry for three months, and finally defeated the Daxue Mountain Cavalry, defeated countless enemies, and captured a large number of BMW horses.
Later, His Majesty recruited many farmers in Liaoxi County, organized a group of young men, and formed a new style of Tang cavalry.
Your Majesty has been in power for more than 20 years and has been fighting against the barbarians. He has never stopped fighting and has been shedding blood and sacrifices to protect this land of the Central Plains!"
Muchuan said.
"right!"
When Li Shimin heard this, he couldn't help but get excited, and even clenched his fists, as if to vent the suppressed emotions deep in his heart.
The civil servants nearby couldn't help but admire him.
Although they did not agree with Muchuan's point of view, they had to admit that this was the truth.
Datang's combat power is still too weak now!
Li Shimin said:
"Our ancestors protected the Central Plains with their lives and blood!"
"The ancestors created the glory of the Tang Dynasty with their own blood!"
"We will always remember the kindness of our ancestors and never forget it!"
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Many ministers couldn't help crying when they heard these words.
Xu Jingzong was completely stupid at this time.
He couldn't take his eyes off this divine poem written by Muchuan!
Xu Jingzong knew that this poem could never be written by a human being, but by an immortal.
This is simply legendary!
And this poem was actually written impromptu!
This is simply unbelievable.
How did Muchuan do this?
Moreover, this poem is really well written!
His poems are enough to be recorded in the annals of history and bring glory to the family.
Xu Jingzong couldn't help but look up at Muchuan, his eyes flashing with cold light.
"I underestimated you!"
Xu Jingzong cursed secretly in his heart.
Xu Jingzong kept telling himself not to be impulsive.
Regardless of whether Muchuan is an enemy or not, since he can write such shocking poetry.
Then there must be several brushes.
Xu Jingzong will not take risks, he must wait for a suitable opportunity.
"Your Majesty, this poem is so beautiful! Such a good poem should be sent to the palace library to be enshrined."
An official said.
Li Shimin said with a smile: "Well, I will do as you say!"
"Congratulations, Your Majesty! Congratulations, Your Majesty!"
Everyone said one after another.
Li Shimin smiled again and said: "I have one more thing to ask you. Are you willing to serve as the Great Scholar of Wenyuan Pavilion of the Tang Dynasty?"
The Grand Bachelor of Wenyuan Pavilion is equivalent to the existence of a prime minister, with a high position of authority.
All civil and military officials were shocked when they heard this.
