Chapter 258: Chen Guo is soft and is ordered to write lyrics
"...I see the great emperor looking after those who are far away, showing his kindness in every way, and I am deeply grateful. The great country in heaven is so majestic and powerful, and the small country has few people. I respect and admire it... I sincerely believe that the radiance of China is like a sweet breeze."
The ladder navigation of our country... I wish that the sun and the moon will sing for a long time on the ninth day of the night, and it will rise for thousands of years, and the peace will be eternal, and the mountains and rivers will support..."
I have to say that the people of the peninsula and the island country do share some things, such as adapting to the wind.
Seeing that the princess was defeated, the envoy from the State of Chen immediately stepped forward and presented an article in praise of the virtues of the four-legged and six-legged figures. It seemed that he had prepared it early in the morning.
Seeing that Chen Guo's uniform was weak, Emperor Chunzhi, who was standing on the tower and looking down, curved his lips and said lightly with the unique majesty of an emperor: "Yes."
Looking at the lost Princess Chen who was being helped to retreat, Prince Xiao Xu frowned slightly.
"I don't know what the people of the Chen Kingdom think. To send such a charming and unruly princess to the higher country. It really loses the dignity of a country."
"Is it possible?" The second prince Xiao Liang withdrew his gaze and looked at the prince blankly, "Isn't it normal for a princess of a country to go down in person to win glory for her country? To be honest, if the imperial brother hadn't stopped her, my younger brother would have wanted to go down." "You, you..." The prince burst into laughter upon hearing this.
The third prince Xiao Shi looked at the lonely back of Princess Chen, bit his lip, and there was a color of unknown meaning in his eyes.
"Is that person Jia Lan from Rongguo Mansion?"
When the people of Chen State retired, it was Jia Lan's turn to come to the meeting. Gu Tingye originally didn't want to show up, but Jia Lan didn't want to. He clearly said that this was a victory for the four of them together, and Ming Lan and Jia Huan, who had already lost their temper, were also trying to persuade them.
Gu Tingye, who was a little moved, had no choice but to be helped over.
"Your Majesty ordered that Erlang of the Gu family was injured, Jia Jieyuan and the four of them are exempt from the courtesy." An internal official smiled and stepped forward to stop the four people who were about to kneel down.
After hearing this, the four people did not dare to be rude and bowed to the top of the city tower.
At this time, an internal official was holding a set of the four treasures of the study.
"I heard that Jia Jieyuan's poems and lyrics are all very good. On this occasion of victory, I would like to ask Jia Jieyuan to write one of his poems to add to the joy."
Although Jia Lan was surprised when he heard this, he still responded respectfully, took the pen and ink, and pondered.
Jia Huan and Minglan were also startled when they saw it, but Gu Tingye's expression changed slightly, his eyes moved up a little inadvertently, and then returned to Jia Lan, with unclear meaning.
After a while, Minglan gradually came to her senses and showed some worry.
There were many voices on the viewing platform in the distance, but there was silence in front of me. Jia Lan stood motionless, and the official beside him smiled slightly, as if he was watching a show.
This does not add to the joy, it is clearly the Hongmen Banquet.
How can it be so simple to compose a poem in a hurry?
Still in front of Yujia and under the gaze of the family members in Shenjing, one can imagine the great pressure.
Just as the atmosphere gradually became stagnant and depression continued to pile up on everyone's hearts, Jia Lan moved.
Holding the pen, he dipped some ink and brushed it a few times to write down a word on the paper. Then he stopped the pen and thought deeply. But after a while, he quietly turned his head and glanced at Minglan's face.
When he opened his mouth, the latter was so surprised that he opened his mouth slightly and was at a loss.
But seeing Jia Lan turning back again, he also brushed it a few times.
"The student has finished writing. I would like to trouble you to bring it to the Imperial Household for review."
Seeing Jia Lan's movements flowing smoothly, the official composed a poem. He was a little stunned. Only after Jia Lan reminded him did he react, and hurriedly sent the manuscript to the tower.
"So fast?" Emperor Chunzhi, who had just sat down, looked at the manuscript presented by Dai Quan with a somewhat surprised expression.
Dai Quan's eyes faintly glanced at King Zhongshun beside him, and he bowed and replied: "It will take less than a quarter of an hour to return to the emperor."
"It seems that this Jia Lan is also a person with a big heart." Emperor Chunzhi thought to himself, glanced at King Zhongshun, slightly curved the corners of his mouth, calmed down a little, and began to read the manuscript in his hand carefully.
As soon as he saw the square words on the paper, Emperor Chunzhi couldn't help but nodded slightly.
I saw a poem titled "Remembering Qin E" on the paper:
On the road to the end of the world, in the deserted wilderness, the sun is yellowing and the clouds are setting. The yellowing clouds are setting, and the bamboo sticks are blowing every year, and the clothes are still the same as before.
If the king's kindness fails to guard the front yard, the countryside will be empty with the general's tree. The general's tree will beacon for peace and security, and the green fence will be deep and solid.
Below the words is a poem called Qijue:
The valiant and heroic five-foot gun, the first light of dawn shines on the military training ground.
The Chinese people are full of ambitions, and they don’t like red makeup but martial arts makeup.
After reading, the emperor didn't speak for a long time. Everyone noticed something unusual and cast cryptic glances. Even Dai Quan couldn't help but look at the emperor secretly. However, Emperor Chunzhi's face was neither happy nor sad, and his eyes were looking into the distance, revealing
After thinking deeply for a while, I suddenly didn’t dare to look anymore and just stood by respectfully.
"Prince, come here and read it."
After a while, Chunzhi called Xiao Xu over.
The prince took Jia Lan's poem and glanced at it briefly. His eyes suddenly lit up at first. He was obviously amazed by Jia Lan's calligraphy. However, after reading it carefully, the prince frowned slightly, but he still read it out.<
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King Dongping laughed loudly: "What an interesting child. He doesn't like female makeup but martial arts? He is worthy of being the descendant of Jia Daishan's monkey!"
The second prince Xiao Liang scratched the back of his head, and his eyes lit up when he heard this: "I don't know why I think this poem is good, it turns out it is here! Haha!"
He has always been fond of martial arts and has no interest in the affairs of such literati and poets. After hearing the sentence "I don't like women's makeup, I love martial arts", he seemed to be slightly touched and felt that Jia Lan could be a confidant.
"It's rare that my second brother has a favorite poem. May I ask what you think is better?" Third Prince Xiao Shi asked quietly.
Xiao Liang looked at his third brother with a confused look on his face: "It's good even if it's good. Do we need to distinguish whether it's good or not? For example, I ate a delicious lamb leg and I thought it was extremely delicious. Do I still need to distinguish whether the bones are delicious or the mutton is delicious? This is not the case.
Isn’t it too much trouble?”
Xiao Shi was overwhelmed by these words and the corners of his mouth twitched.
Emperor Chunzhi also had a headache when he looked at his brash second prince. He gritted his teeth and cursed: "I want you to read more books on weekdays. How can you be decent if you can't understand such a simple poem?"
The people around me had different expressions after hearing this.
Wu Shenyan on the side narrowed his eyes slightly, showing an expression similar to that of the prince. Jia Lan's poems had a clear and clear artistic conception, directly expressing the feelings of the frontier, so that's it, but the following poem was obviously not in line with Shilin's usual emphasis on literature over martial arts.
Tune.
Prince Zhongyi stood aside silently, his eyes flashing with a hint of admiration.
[Sure enough, even if you become Jieyuan, you will still have noble blood flowing in your body.]
Xiao Tianyang murmured: "I didn't expect that such a character would appear in the Rongguo Mansion that my father said was in decline! I must find an opportunity to explain it to him!"
King Zhongshun looked gloomy and was upset in his heart, but suddenly he heard his son say something behind him. He immediately became angry and turned around to glare at Xiao Tianyang. The latter immediately fell silent and did not dare to touch his family.
Father's low pressure.
Because of this, no one noticed the strange color under King Zhongshun's cold eyes.