Chapter 260 The chrysanthemum expresses her feelings, the style is majestic, and the audience explodes! (
Chapter 260 Chanting chrysanthemums and expressing feelings, the style is majestic, and it ignites the whole audience! (please vote and reward)
With the word "kill", the arrogance soared into the sky, shocking everyone, and making everyone feel frightened.
Li Shimin, who was already lazily leaning on the couch railing with a gentle yet graceful expression, suddenly felt his scalp was going crazy.
Su Rong sat up straight, until autumn came on September 8th, he looked plain and simple, as if he were ordinary.
But the next sentence happened all at once, and it was like a sudden explosion of thunder.
There is also a fierce and fierce murderous spirit of pride and iron horses.
Everyone's expressions suddenly changed, including those friends, famous generals and elders who had just shown sympathetic expressions on their faces.
Or the censors and civil servants who showed contempt, or the elders like Fang Xuanling and Li Jing who showed regret and disappointment.
Their expressions changed and they became solemn.
Hearing Cheng Laosan's second sentence, Cheng Yaojin's eyes lit up astonishingly. He shouted loudly and hit the side of the drumstick. After two clicks, the sound of the drum became more and more passionate like rolling thunder.
Cheng Chubi drank a little too much, and his standing was a little unsteady, his steps staggered a little, and his smile looked a little dull.
But at this moment, in my mind, with the sound of the drum, my heartbeat suddenly became excited. I raised my head and pointed my fingers straight up.
"The incense formation reaching the sky penetrates Chang'an..."
Chrysanthemums are fragrant, and the fragrance is quiet and soaring to the sky. The so-called fragrant array seems to make people see countless chrysanthemums forming a large array in full bloom in Chang'an City.
The quiet fragrance reveals the majestic Chang'an City and overflows into the heaven and earth. How heroic is it?
"Okay!" Li Yuan couldn't help but want to shout loudly at this moment, but the good words could not escape his lips and were suppressed by him.
At this moment, the founding emperor of the Tang Dynasty, who was over 150 years old and had gray hair and beard, looked at this silly boy with a look of disbelief on his face.
Li Shimin pursed his lips tightly, his eyes full of surprise and expectation, but his expression looked so concerned about gains and losses.
Surprisingly, this kid Cheng Laosan imitated his father's poem, but the second sentence directly took the poem to an extreme level.
As soon as the third sentence "Soaring to the Heavenly Fragrance Formation Show Chang'an" came out, Li Shimin had an intuition that as long as the fourth sentence could be stable.
The old Cheng family, full of rough men, might really be able to come up with a masterpiece that will go down in history.
However, Li Shimin also expected that this fourth sentence would reach a higher level and allow him to appreciate a stunning work.
"Bring the wine!" Although Cheng Chubi only shouted three sentences, he used too much force and his voice suddenly became dry and astringent.
Niu Jinda picked up a full cup of fine wine and strode over to hand it over, looking at the artistic director of the old Cheng family with admiration.
"Drink it, and it will open the eyes of those people who look down on the bastard stuff that you, the old Cheng family, only learned."
"Thank you, Uncle Niu. It's a must." Cheng Chubi poured it into his throat.
"When autumn comes on the eighth day of the ninth month, when the flowers bloom, hundreds of flowers will bloom. The fragrance will reach Chang'an, and the whole city will be filled with golden armor."
"Okay!" As soon as the voice fell, an excited roar and the sound of an attack were heard.
Everyone looked there subconsciously and saw Li Shimin, Li Yuan and his son, whose faces were red with excitement.
They all stood up and shouted loudly.
"..."
Cheng Yaojin saw the two generations of emperors jumping up and down with excitement, and he didn't understand that his third son did not disappoint him.
He smiled wildly, struck each other with his mallets, and shouted sternly.
"Wow haha... keep playing the drums, father and son, let's chant together to open the eyes of those bastards."
"When autumn comes on the eighth day of the ninth month, when the flowers bloom, hundreds of flowers will bloom. The fragrance will reach Chang'an, and the whole city will be filled with golden armor."
"The whole city is covered with golden armor..."
Li Shimin, whose face turned red with excitement, clenched his hands into fists and chewed on the fourth sentence.
As if seeing the grandeur of the Tang Dynasty, countless elite tiger warriors of the Tang Dynasty, wearing golden armor, were all over Chang'an, shouting for victory, and conquering the world for the Tang Dynasty...
Li Yuan, who was equally excited, couldn't help but shook his head and sighed with emotion. "The chrysanthemums are sung to express feelings, and the style is majestic. It is worthy of me, the son of a martial artist in the Tang Dynasty."
If these words, with their high-spirited spirit and sharp tone, were recited by a literati, they might make people look at them with admiration.
But if a warrior recited it loudly, it would be even more heroic, as if he saw thousands of golden-armored tigers in the Tang Dynasty marching forward boldly with their swords in hand.
"Come, come, all of you, noble family members, recite this together to cheer up their father and son..."
"Come on, recite again!" Cheng Yaojin shouted to the good brothers over there.
Then, dozens of military generals with fierce hearts and surging passion chanted in unison.
Even Li Shimin also began to strike the case with his palm and chant loudly.
A group of civil servants who originally thought that they would be the focus of the Double Ninth Festival banquet today couldn't help but feel a little eclipsed.
Looking at Cheng Sanlang who was standing in the hall, with one hand behind his back and the other clenched into a fist, he chanted loudly and repeatedly.
This silly boy... actually belongs to the old Cheng family.
"Have you heard this poem before?"
Outside the palace gate, Yushi Guan couldn't help but quietly asked a colleague next to him who was quite talented in poetry and who liked talking about poems and reciting pairs with others the most.
"If it's an old work, how can we be ignorant of such a powerful masterpiece?" the colleague said impatiently.
Having said this, the colleague couldn't help but shook his head with some jealousy.
"This Cheng Laosan, who has eaten bear heart, leopard gallbladder, and drank wolf heart and dog lung soup..."
"Is it because eating those things opened up your mind?"
Niu Weituo looked at the Cheng family father and son who were playing the drums, and at Cheng Laosan who stood tall and loudly recited the powerful poem.
The fire in my heart was getting hotter and hotter. I clenched my hands into fists and finally made up my mind at this moment.
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After reciting it for three times, the drum beat stopped. However, the atmosphere heated by this poem still stirred my heart for a long time.
The drum was removed, and the four rough men of the old Cheng family stood in the hall proudly, overjoyed.
The fair-faced Cheng Chubi, the most handsome cub of the old Cheng family, stood among three burly men with broom-browed eyebrows, looking even more majestic and extraordinary.
All the civil servants looked at each other, but they all shook their heads and sighed, this poem is a bit too overbearing.
Moreover, since the founding of the Tang Dynasty, there have been countless battles. Both emperors can be regarded as emperors, and this one is the best.
Even if they have beautiful and graceful masterpieces, they cannot compare with this poem based on the pattern alone. It would be better to hide their clumsiness.
"Cheng Sanlang, I wonder if this poem has a name?"
Fang Xuanling, the Prime Minister of the Tang Dynasty, couldn't help but express his opinion and asked with a smile.
"..." Cheng Chubi was completely confused. Should we say that this poem is called "Fu Di Hou Fu Ju"? No, no, no.
I am a child of the Wu family, and I don’t take the imperial examination, so what should I be called?
After mumbling for a long time, Cheng Chubi held back a poem title. "I think it should be called "Ode to Chrysanthemums"."
Now, Li Shimin, who was excited about the era when he was in power, was finally displeased when a song that would surely be sung by future generations was finally circulated.
"You kid, you are really lazy. Whatever, I won't make it difficult for you.
Why not just call it "Ode to Chrysanthemums for the Double Ninth Festival Banquet in Liangyi Palace on the Eighth Day of September in the Eighth Year of Zhenguan in Chang'an", which is just right."