Chapter 834 I want to see, Cheng Qing, how much of your literary talent is left
Chapter 834 I want to see how much of your literary talent is left, Cheng Qing (please subscribe and vote)
"Except for that kid, among those rough martial artists, who else is so talented?"
"Brother Chu Bi, do you have anything that I can show off to my little brother? Can you give me one?"
Li Ke's eyes turned red when he saw a group of generals whose cultural level and literary level were far below him jumping out to show off their literary talent.
Cheng Chubi looked at this delinquent prince with a dark look on his face, who was desperately tugging at his sleeves, almost tearing them to pieces.
"Let go! What's the decorum of this tug-of-war? Don't ruin our old Cheng family's quarrel with others."
Li Ke almost wanted to hold Cheng Sanlang's thick and strong thighs and cry.
"Brother Chu Bi, after so many years of friendship between us two brothers, can't we exchange for a second line of couplet?"
At this moment, the Bird Thief General in Confucian robes also walked into the palace and murmured for a long time.
"I also have a second couplet, which is a light for the water dam and bridge..."
"The fifth second line is here, who else..." At this moment, Li Shimin's eyes widened, and all the civil servants were dumbfounded.
No matter what, there are so many sentences with complete five elements, even if there are some flaws, there are still problems.
Besides, who dares to come out and question this vulgar martial artist who came here to show off his talents at this time? The end will definitely not be good.
At this time, Li Ke, who heard Cheng Chubi muttering in his ear, heard his father's shouts.
Without thinking, he jumped up, raised his hands high and shouted loudly.
"Father, son and minister... son and minister also have a second couplet."
Everyone turned their attention there, but they all first glanced at Cheng Sanlang, who was stooping up and trying to grow, and then moved their eyes to Li Ke.
Li Shimin couldn't help but feel happy. Ouch, his third son had enough. He was so thick-skinned that he went to exploit Cheng Sanlang on the spot.
"Okay, tell me, what is your correct second line?"
"The second couplet of "My Son" is "The money in the kitchen burns with the money in the pine tree, and the wine burns with wine."
"Well...yes, my son can be a bit quick-witted, so he can make do with it..."
Li Shimin smacked his lips. He had already criticized him too much. He couldn't say bad things about his son, right?
At this time, Cheng Yaojin cast his eyes on Cheng Chubi and winked frequently.
Cheng Chubi stood up helplessly and stood in the hall and saluted Li Shimin.
"Your Majesty, I also have a second couplet here."
Li Shimin looked at Cheng Chubi with great interest and said with a half-smile.
"Oh, you kid finally popped out, come on, come on, let's talk about it."
"The first couplet is about smoke locking willows in a pond, and the second couplet is about a spear buried in the sand and a sharp edge." Cheng Chubi bowed respectfully and spoke loudly.
As soon as this couplet came out, the eyes of those talented ministers who were already a little numb couldn't help but light up.
This second line of the second line is indeed a few grades better than Li Ke’s sentence just now: The stove is burning with money and the pines are burning with wine.
Yu Shinan couldn't help but give him a high-five, and this old cultural man with a long-standing reputation for talent and learning couldn't help but praise.
"This is an extremely rare couplet. The first couplet is as beautiful as the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, but the second couplet fully describes the hardships of fighting on the frontier battlefield..."
This kind of sip made everyone in the palace, including military commanders and civil servants, show approval and nod slightly.
However, when his eyes fell on the general in Confucian attire, the disdain in his eyes was still undisguised.
It expresses that although these cultural people despise these vulgar warriors, we still have a level of appreciation for art.
"This is an excellent second line. Cheng Sanlang, your talent is getting better day by day."
"Hahaha, thank you Mr. Yu for your compliments to my San Lang. But, how can it be that only you brothers and my San Lang show up today?"
The leader of the Rushan Gang, General Cheng, who had just read a couplet, was still standing in the hall, saluting to His Majesty.
"Your Majesty, after all Lao Cheng comes from a family of poets and writers. Although he abandoned literature and joined martial arts for many years, he has not lost all his literary talent..."
"..." Cheng Chubi pursed his lips, wanting to tell his father that the word "showing eyes" is not very complimentary, but seeing his father look so high-spirited.
Forget it, let's just watch my father continue.
Li Shimin looked at the complacent Cheng Yaojin with a dark look on his face. No wonder he never saw this cutter leave the field.
Originally, the root was here, but it seems that this guy is holding back his big move.
"Well, okay, I want to see how much of your literary talents you have left, Cheng Qing. Come, show me your civil and military skills to the people here."
"If you look beautiful, I can reward you greatly."
"Thank you, Your Majesty. Haha, if Lao Cheng is not talented, then I will give you the first couplet that my son wrote, and the second couplet that I just wrote with you brothers.
Knead them together and compose a poem to celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival and congratulate Your Majesty."
"..." Li Shimin's eyes fell on Cheng Chubi again, his teeth were itching, and he always wanted to kick him to vent his anger.
Without this guy, where would there be so many monsters?
After hearing this, Cheng Chubi saw Li Yuan, the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty who had no moral ethics, smiled heartily and stood up.
"Interesting, if you can really do it, I will reward you with a crystal bottle."
"???" Cheng Chubi seemed to see Li Yuan's grinning mouth that was filled with joy, and his expression became frightened.
Crystal bottle? The kind that connects excretion?
"Thank you, Your Majesty. Everyone, please listen..." Cheng Yaojin was overjoyed and saluted the civil and military officials in the palace.
Da Xiu was defeated behind him, imagining himself as a highly educated and talented man. After clearing his throat, he spoke in an inflected tone.
"The willows in Yansuo Pond are deep in color, and the lights on Shuijian Dam and Bridge are dark in shadow."
As soon as the first two sentences were uttered, the eyes of the courtiers and nobles who had been happily preparing to watch the big joke froze and their expressions hardened.
Looking blankly at Cheng Yaojin, who was spitting like a star, he felt that if these two sentences were read as poetry, they would be a perfect match.
"interesting……"
Li Shimin's expression also became solemn. He twitched his long beard and frowned to listen carefully.
Cheng Yaojin also noticed everyone's expressions and glanced at his son Cheng Sanlang. He couldn't help but wink at Cheng Sanlang and continued.
The maple burns on the Qiantang River and the moon rises, and the tears of candles comb the face of the mirror in the dust.
The ember of the hairpin on the wall wets the jade bones, the spear is buried in the sand and the beacon shines on the soul.
On the Qingming day in the golden city of Taoye, the stove burns with money and pine wine at dusk (note)..."
As Cheng Yaojin recited it loudly, the first couplet and the second couplet actually formed a poem.
This made everyone seem to see the deep willow color shrouded in smoke and clouds in the south of the Yangtze River, making the lights and shadows on the dam bridge by the water become gloomy.
With the arrival of autumn, those beautiful maple leaves are like flames, lighting up the bright moon on the Qiantang River.
But at this moment, in a boudoir, candle tears have already filled the candlesticks, and the dressing mirror has long been covered with dust...
Note: This masterpiece was found on Baidu. The source is unknown. I don’t know which master’s masterpiece it is.