In the camp, a sound that sounded without warning made Prince Ning startled.
He looked up suddenly and saw a middle-aged man wearing ordinary scribe's uniform standing in front of his desk, looking down at the two lines of poetry he had just written, with a look of admiration on his face.
Taking a deep breath, Prince Ning's pores all over his body stood up.
The man in front of him seemed ordinary, but he had a mysterious and unpredictable aura flowing around him. At first glance, he seemed to have the charm of an integral immortal, but in the eyes of King Ning, it was like a powerful weapon.
The knife that could kill him at any time.
If this person can come to his tent quietly and get close to him without being noticed by him, then he must have the ability to kill him at any time.
Moreover, I couldn't resist.
Master, absolute master.
Squinting his eyes slightly, Prince Ning turned around countless thoughts in just a short moment.
His first thought was to call his personal guards immediately, but this idea was also the first to be killed.
Since the other party can come, they are sure to kill him before the personal guards arrive and then escape intact.
But since he didn't take action immediately, it's not yet clear whether he is an enemy or a friend. If he calls for personal guards at this time, he will be unreasonably defeated, and it will easily anger the other party. This is absolutely unwise.
After a while, Prince Ning had thought it over carefully. He smiled and said, "If this friend likes it, you can take it."
Prince Ning is sending a friendly signal, which means that as long as you don't take action, you can say anything, give whatever you want, and you will be completely satisfied.
Yuan Shidao chuckled lightly, but did not care about the sharpness in King Ning's words. He still said with admiration in his tone: "This poem has gorgeous rhetoric and profound metaphorical meaning. Combined with the fact that its author was a man from the Central Plains hundreds of years ago,
The identity of the founding monarch of the Song Dynasty, his lofty ideals, and his aura of shattering chaos and purifying the world are hidden behind the gorgeous words, which are more heroic and imperial domineering than those delicate and pretentious sentences that are useless."
"This Banque poem is extremely difficult to interpret. The main reason is not the artistic conception or the choice of words and sentences, but the founding emperor's unparalleled tyranny in sweeping away all the wastes in the world."
"Your Majesty, for the second half of the sentence, you simply threw away all the words and sentences, and changed the sky, earth and bright moon in the first half of the sentence to the pursuit of your own will. Unless you have great determination, great perseverance, and great perseverance, it cannot be matched by an unparalleled hero.
Every word is down-to-earth, and the dominance between the lines is unmistakable, and the metaphorical meaning perfectly follows the first half. It is really a good poem."
Regardless of whether the middle-aged man with unknown origins in front of him was a friend or an enemy, his comments clearly touched Prince Ning's heart.
Prince Ning felt a little more relaxed. At least judging from his current attitude, the opponent was most likely not an enemy, but not a friend. It would depend on what happens next.
"Vocal music has a close friend, and so does poetry. My brother's words compliment me to the extreme, but they also make me feel like I have found a close friend." Prince Ning said with a smile.
Yuan Shidao looked up at Prince Ning, smiled softly, and then brought the topic down to business.
"Your Excellency, Yuan Shidao, the reason why I came here to harass the prince today is actually under the entrustment of my prince."
Prince?
This keyword made Prince Ning's eyes suddenly deepen.
He didn't care at all about the name of the person in front of him. Compared with the name, the purpose was really important.
The word "prince" made the nature of this meeting tonight suddenly rise to the level of the sky.
