Chapter 128: The Zhu family’s wine-meat-smelly road freezes the bones to death
Hearing this, Muchuan couldn't help but narrowed his eyes slightly.
"What do you think of your Majesty? How dare the foreign ministers not give your Majesty face?"
"If you just compose poems without paying attention to artistic conception, the poems you write will probably disappoint your Majesty."
"Ambassador Mu just writes. I guess Ambassador Mu is the number one scholar in the Tang Dynasty, so his casual poems won't be that bad, right?" the King of Silla said with a strange tone.
Not only the King of Silla, but also all the civil and military officials of Silla were looking at Muchuan with half-smiling faces, already prepared to see Muchuan make a fool of himself.
"Master Mu, you are so good at poetry, you might as well compose one."
"Yes, yes, Master Mu, please compose a song. It will not be good if it hurts the harmony between the two countries."
Some officials from the mission also quickly advised.
The purpose of their trip was to make good friends with Silla, so they couldn't break their friendship on such a trivial matter.
Everyone felt that Muchuan should make some small sacrifices compared to the Tang Dynasty's grand plan to conquer Goguryeo.
Listening to everyone's words, Muchuan couldn't help but scan everyone's face.
Either watching with cold eyes, gloating, or expressionless.
Muchuan couldn't help but laugh to himself.
These faces are really interesting.
It is precisely because they have no real power or duties that these people do not take themselves seriously.
If I were a high-ranking official in the imperial court, they would probably have a different face, right?
"Since the king insists on this, how dare the foreign ministers disobey."
Muchuan stood up and walked slowly to the center of the hall.
Looking across the entire hall, Muchuan couldn't help but laugh loudly.
"Why is Ambassador Mu laughing?"
The King of Silla asked with a dark face.
If Muchuan had not been an envoy of the Tang Dynasty, the King of Silla would have really wanted to kill this impudent guy in front of him.
Muchuan shook his head and said, "Your Majesty, I think it's funny, so I couldn't help but laugh."
"What's interesting?" The King of Silla frowned.
He felt more and more that Muchuan was being presumptuous.
"Your Majesty, on the way to Jincheng, the foreign ministers saw many people starving to death."
"For those people, tree bark, grass roots, and Guanyin soil are all inedible, except to satisfy their hunger."
Hearing this, the King of Silla's face became even more ugly.
He didn't bother to care about how ordinary people were living, but when Muchuan brought this matter up to the public, it greatly damaged his face.
Muchuan smiled and continued: "Now in this hall, I see all the gentlemen, drinking half a cup and eating without any desire, you can be said to be like immortals who have risen from the world."
As soon as these words came out, everyone in the hall had different expressions.
Those with low education felt that Muchuan was praising them. Everyone held their heads high and seemed quite proud.
Although he had some cultural background, he could hear the sarcasm in Muchuan's words, and his face was naturally ugly.
As for literary people, there are none here.
"Ambassador Mu, what do you want to express?" King Silla couldn't help but interrupt Muchuan.
Muchuan clasped his fists towards the King of Silla and said: "Your Majesty, the foreign minister said before that poetry requires artistic conception, but now the foreign minister feels the opposite, and the poem can be completed."
"Okay, let me get some pen and ink, and be sure to write down Ambassador Mu's masterpiece verbatim." The King of Silla sneered.
The King of Silla had already made a small calculation.
If the poems written by Muchuan are bad, it means that the level of poetry in the entire Tang Dynasty is poor. After all, Muchuan is the number one scholar in the Tang Dynasty no matter what.
The King of Silla could also take this opportunity to severely suppress the Tang Dynasty at the cultural level.
If Muchuan's poems were good, the King of Silla would look for bones in the eggs and try to find some flaws.
As a poetry lover, the King of Silla did not feel that he could not even do this.
If you can’t write good poetry, who can’t criticize you?
The servant arrived with pen and ink.
"Ambassador Mu, please."
Muchuan smiled and did not compose a poem immediately. Instead, he casually walked to a table and directly picked up a bottle of wine.
The guests at the table were also a little confused. He didn't expect Muchuan to be so rude.
Muchuan picked up the wine bottle and took a long drink.
Then, with the help of the alcohol, Muchuan slowly recited a poem.
"The wine and meat of Zhumen stink"
After the first sentence was recited, the expressions of everyone in the hall changed drastically.
This poem is clearly talking about them.
"The road is frozen to death"
After the second sentence came out, everyone's expressions became even more exciting.
They ate here without worrying about starvation, while ordinary people were starving to death on the streets.
When presented separately, neither of them has much impact. After all, they are both facts.
But if they are compared side by side, they give people a great sense of contrast.
Some people who still have conscience feel ashamed at this moment.
Muchuan took another gulp of wine, and this time he drank it all in one gulp.
After throwing away the wine bottle, Muchuan staggered and leaned directly on the pillar.
After letting out a long sigh, Muchuan chanted leisurely: "The prosperity and decline are so close, and the melancholy is difficult to describe again!"
After reading this sentence, Muchuan closed his eyes and fell asleep.
For a moment, the whole hall was filled with deathly silence.
This poem written by Muchuan is obviously very critical.
Moreover, every sentence was so heart-breaking that they had no point to refute.
Even the King of Silla could only stare.
He had to admit that this poem was quite brilliant and could even be called a legendary work.
At his level, if he wanted to find fault with the poem, he would have nowhere to start.
"Your Majesty, are you satisfied with Master Mu's poem?"
At this time, Xue Rengui stood up and spoke to the King of Silla in a neither humble nor arrogant manner.
Hearing this, the King of Silla couldn't help but frowned, but he had no choice but to nod, "Ambassador Mu really has a great talent. With his poetic talent, he can be called the poet immortal in the world."
Muchuan, who was pretending to sleep, was speechless when he heard this judgment.
It's really outrageous that I use the poems of a poet saint, but others praise me as a poet.
The reason Muchuan pretended to be asleep was to give the King of Silla a way to step down.
The poem he recited obviously annoyed everyone including the King of Silla.
If I were still awake, I'm afraid what happened next would be quite troublesome.
Xue Rengui cupped his fists and said, "The foreign minister would like to thank Mr. Mu."
"Your Majesty, can the foreign minister send Lord Mu to rest?"
"Go ahead."
The King of Silla was as disgusting as eating a fly.
If Muchuan was still awake, he would definitely find a way to embarrass Muchuan in order to vent his anger.
But Muchuan was already drunk and fell asleep. If he made things difficult for him again, he might be ridiculed by everyone in the world.
After thanking him, Xue Rengui supported Muchuan and walked out.
Mu Yingchen carried two pig legs and quickly followed, with a duck leg in his mouth.
After leaving the hall, Muchuan, who was drunk and hazy, slowly opened his eyes. There was still a little bit of drunkenness in his eyes.
