But the only response to him was a faint snoring sound.
This made him look quite ugly. He pointed at Zhen Jian and said, "Why don't you wake up your young master?"
After Zhen Jian heard this, he dared to wake up his young master openly.
"Master, Master, wake up. Sir is calling you to answer a question."
When Li Changkong heard this, he frowned slightly, rubbed his sleepy eyes, and looked around, feeling quite confused.
Why is everyone looking at me?
Seeing that he was still a little confused, Hu Yan simply asked the question again.
"Defeat the Han camp
Beacon smoke rises in Zhadi
Where to recognize the return journey
White grass, deep yellow sand
tears of sorrow
tears of sorrow
Who can handle this hatred?
"
"This is a frontier poem written by Wang Fuyao, a famous scholar from the Chu Dynasty. The choice of words, sentences, artistic conception and rhyme are all of the best."
"While I was telling you, you were sleeping soundly. You must have some other insights. Why don't you tell me about it?"
Hearing this, Li Changkong looked at the poem, nodded, and said, "The student does have some insights. I hope you can give me some advice."
Hu Yan was quite surprised when he heard this.
What he just said was somewhat flattering.
I thought that this noble disciple would retreat in spite of the difficulty, but he actually dared to accept it. Could it be that he really had some ability?
At the same time, Li Shanchang, who was offering wine at the Imperial Academy, also showed some interest.
The Imperial College's sacrificial wine minister is the highest official position in the entire Imperial College, and not just anyone can hold this position.
Ordinary scholars, even if they are appointed by the imperial court, may not be able to suppress the scholars in the entire Qiandu.
Only those who are highly respected, knowledgeable, and respected by all the scholars in Qiandu can hold this position and will not be criticized.
And Li Shanchang is such a person.
Not to mention the number one person in the literary world in Qiandu, but with his reputation and talent, it is more than enough to rank among the top three.
He knew this poem very well. After all, it was considered a famous poem that had spread throughout the world.
At this moment, it is quite interesting to be commented by a noble disciple who usually never touches a book.
Not only him, but also Princess Huaiqing and Princess Zhaoyang's eyes lit up when they heard this, and they were obviously interested.
Under everyone's gaze, Li Changkong slowly said:
"This word probably refers to the battle between the two armies, and my son, the son of the Han family, was defeated."
"The flames of war are everywhere, and the defeated soldiers are fleeing in all directions, but they never know the way home."
"I can only see white grass and yellow sand in the depths. How desolate and lamentable it is."
"Such grief makes people burst into tears, but there is nothing they can do about it."
As soon as these words came out, Hu Yan was shocked.
This..., although this kind of appreciation is not that amazing, it is just a complete translation of the poem.
But... for a noble disciple who usually regards books as if they are nothing, I am afraid they are already very valuable.
Even Li Shanchang couldn't help but nodded. It seemed that the Yinshengs were not all good-for-nothing dudes.
There are also some who are seriously studying.
But who would have thought that Li Changkong's next words almost shocked everyone's jaws.
"But this word is too sad, and students don't like it."
Hu Yan frowned, his words of praise stuck in his throat, and he was speechless for a moment.
Li Shanchang was also a little angry.
Da Chu was the country of the Son of Heaven, and all the countries in the four directions were enfeoffed by him.
Wang Fuyao is also a well-known scholar in Chu. Even if he met him, he would probably still address him as sir.
It's really... a little annoying that his excellent work is being criticized in this way by some idiot.
Hu Yan seemed to have caught a glimpse of Li Shanchang's face and immediately said: "Stop talking nonsense and sit down quickly."
Li Changkong frowned when he saw this, but he didn't say anything more and prepared to sit down.
Unexpectedly, a clear and sweet voice came from behind: "Why do you say that?"
Everyone turned around and saw Princess Zhaoyang asking a question.
At this moment, seeing that everyone's eyes were focused on him, he was quite panicked, so he took a few steps back behind Princess Huaiqing, his eyes like a frightened deer.
Seeing that Li Changkong didn't answer, he asked again: "Why do you say that? Do you have some insights? Why don't you elaborate?"
When Li Shanchang heard this, the displeasure on his face gradually worsened.
Let an honorable son who has not read many books arbitrarily judge the famous people of Chu. If this spreads out, people in the world will probably laugh at them for not respecting etiquette and law in the literary world.
It's just that... since this was a message from Princess Zhaoyang, he couldn't say much.
After all, the name of Zhongshan King is too loud.
Li Changkong saw everyone's expressions of respect for this woman. He had always been an extraordinary person.
However, he was not afraid and said frankly: "If you ask me to say it, I will say it. If there is anything wrong, you can just listen to it and don't go into it."
This was obviously meant for Hu Yan and Li Shanchang. After hearing this, their faces looked a little better.
This noble son is not hopeless, at least he knows that what he said is just a joke.
"Why don't I like this poem? It's all because the tone, artistic conception, words and sentences of the entire poem are all centered on the word "sadness"!
"If it were normal times, there would be nothing wrong with writing something sad about spring and autumn."
"But this poem is different! He writes about war! And if I guess correctly, it should be the war with the Mongolian Yuan Dynasty in the north."
"And, unfortunately, the battle was defeated!"
"Assuming that the person who wrote the poem is a citizen of my Daqian, and the defeated country is my Daqian, what effect will this tragic poem have if it is spread? Do you know?"
"My Daqian people will fear Bei Yuan's iron cavalry like a tiger! They think Bei Yuan is an invincible iron-blooded army."
"If things continue like this, who else will dare to join the army and serve the country? Who else will dare to go north with passion and fight to the death against Bei Yuan?"
"In my opinion, although the wording and sentence construction of this poem are good, the idea is completely different. If the sentence is not nice, I am afraid it is a piece of betrayal for the enemy!"
As soon as these deviant remarks were uttered, the entire church fell into silence.
Hu Yan and Li Shanchang's expressions became strange. If you want to say that these remarks are completely wrong, that's not necessarily true.
Nowadays, the Northern Yuan Dynasty is powerful and all countries are afraid of it. Under such premise, it is really not appropriate to spread such poems.
But you, a young boy, dare to judge such a famous figure from all over the world. It is really... it is a bit deviant and audacious.
On the contrary, the noble disciples cheered and applauded after hearing this.
The burly young man, who was nine feet tall, stood up and praised loudly: "Okay! Well said!"
"Faced with thieves like Meng Yuan, we cannot be afraid. The more afraid we are, the more aggressive they will become."
"According to me, he should be beaten, hard! Beat him until his head is bloody and his body is knocked upside down!"