"Your Majesty, this poem of loyalty and courage written by Prince Xiang Que can be said to be a rare and good poem with plain and oblique rhymes. I think it is enough to frame this poem of loyalty and courage into a beautiful sentence and send it to the border officers.
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One of the ministers laughed.
"That's right, among the poems just now, only the one by Crown Prince Xiang Que is the most outstanding. Crown Prince Xiang Que deserves to be the eldest son of Zhenyuan Palace, he is so talented."
Someone from the Lin family said with a smile.
When Lin Lian heard people praising what her son had written, she felt proud in her heart.
Looking at Xiang Chen, he was even more disdainful. Even if he is able to practice now, he is still a reckless man who does not understand elegance and has no talent.
King Shang nodded and said: "This poem does not say anything about loyalty and courage. The first sentence expresses the suffering of the border soldiers, the second sentence praises the blood of the border soldiers, and the third sentence expresses loyalty."
"Thank you for the compliment, Your Majesty." Xiang Que said respectfully, with an even brighter smile on his face.
The eldest prince smiled lightly and said: "Among the two sons of Prince Xiang's palace, the eldest son Xiang Que is so talented. I think the second son of Xiang Xiang is also good. Mr. Xiang Chen, why don't you dedicate a song?"
As soon as the eldest prince said this, many people looked at Xiang Chen with amused eyes.
Lin Lian smiled and said: "The eldest prince praises certain people too much. Some people only do things that harm their brothers and are worse than animals, and write poems? Haha, I'm afraid he doesn't have the ability or elegance to do so."
Everyone could hear the sarcasm and disdain in Lin Lian's words.
Xiang Que sneered and said, "Xiang Chen, can you write such a good poem?"
Countless people have focused their attention on this young man who has become quite popular among the people recently.
The young man in white clothes and snowy hair had a sneer on his lips and said: "A poem that is worse than bullshit can be regarded as a source of pride by some people. Do you really think that there is no talented person in this world?"
"presumptuous!"
Lin Lian shouted angrily and said: "Xiang Chen, what are you talking about? What nonsense? This poem was greatly appreciated by the king. Are you saying that the king's vision is so bad?"
Xiang Chen's face was calm, and he raised his fist to King Shang Shang, then looked at Lin Lian and said, "I didn't mean that. It's because you praised the bad poem written by your son too much."
Xiang Que said angrily: "Poetry, Xiang Chen, can you write such a good poem? You can still do it if you beat me to death, but if you talk about your literary talent, I will give you eight blocks."
"That's right, this Xiang Chen, is it so difficult to admit that others are good? If you don't write it yourself, you still say that the loyalty and courage written by others are inferior to others, and they are high-minded and low-handed."
"Xiang Chen, if you have the ability, write one yourself and let us take a look."
Many people in the eldest prince's camp sneered.
King Shang didn't speak, he just looked at Xiang Chen quietly without any expression.
Xiang Chen said: "Xiang Que, your little ink is worthy of being called literary talent. Today I will show you what literary talent is!"
Xiang Chen walked up the steps and recalled in his mind that time and space in his previous life, an extremely famous poem.
"General Yue Wumu, I'm sorry, I'll use your poem to suppress this dog first."
Xiang Chen secretly thought, and then opened his mouth and said: "This poem is sent to the soldiers at the border who protect their home and country. I say, in troubled times, you are fortunate to carry forward the burden!"
"The name of the poem is, Manjianghong!"
Xiang Chen's eyes shined brightly, and his voice suddenly became sad and high-pitched, like thunder!
??"I am so angry that I lean on the railing and the rain stops!
Lift our sight, the sky and shouts, grand, vehement."
The young man said something, took a step forward, and approached Xiang Que. His voice contained emotion.
"Thirty years of fame and dust, and eight thousand miles of clouds and moons. Don't wait for it. Your young head will turn gray, and you will be filled with sorrow."
The shame of Jingkang has not yet snowed. The hatred of the ministers, when will it be destroyed? Drive a long chariot and trample through the gap in Helan Mountain!
The unyielding, grief and anger in the poem can be felt by everyone at this moment. They can all feel the grief, anger and unyielding feeling in the heart of the general when his family and country are about to be destroyed!
Xiang Que's face turned pale, and at this moment, he was forced to retreat step by step under the pressure of Xiang Chen's momentum.
"The ambition is to eat the meat of Huns when they are hungry, and to drink the blood of Xiongnu when they are thirsty. Let's start from scratch, clean up the old mountains and rivers, and face the sky!"
The young man shouted loudly, and his voice resounded throughout the palace and soared into the sky. The boldness and ambition in the poem shocked everyone speechless.
At this moment, everyone fell silent, all looking at the young man, still recalling the poem, as if they were still immersed in its profound meaning.
"How is that possible!" Xiang Que's face turned pale. The aura and artistic conception of this poem completely defied the loyalty and courage of the poem that crushed him.
????"I was so angry that I leaned against the railing, and the rain stopped.
Lift our sight, the sky and shouts, grand, vehement.
Thirty years of fame and dust, and eight thousand miles of clouds and moons. Don’t wait for a moment, your young head will turn gray, and you will feel empty and sad.
The shame of Jingkang has not yet snowed. The hatred of the ministers, when will it be destroyed? Drive a long chariot and trample through the gap in Helan Mountain.
The ambition is to eat the meat of Huns when they are hungry, and drink the blood of Huns when they are thirsty for laughter and talk. Let’s start from the beginning, clean up the old mountains and rivers, and face the sky.”
At this moment, countless talented ladies in the palace looked at Xiang Chen with shock and admiration in their eyes.
In the Huangzhou Academy, Wu Ling was shocked in his heart. He murmured this poem to himself, looked at the lonely figure of the young man, then laughed loudly and said: "Okay, what a person to clean up the old mountains and rivers and Chaotian Palace from scratch, what a person to drive."
A long car, traversing the gap in the Helan Mountains. Good poetry, good literary talent. I have lived for so many years, and I have never seen such a heroic and heroic poem full of sorrow, anger, and ambition. Good poem, young man, you, what is your name? This one
Poetry, what else can you see?”
Xiang Chen looked at Wu Ling, clasped his fists and said: "Back to the seniors, this junior's name is Xiang Chen, and this poem is called "Man Jiang Hong""
Wu Ling smiled and said: "What a song, Man Jiang Hong, a good poem. Xiang Chen, I will remember it, and I will remember you too. The artistic conception and wording of this poem are much better than the one about Zhongdan just now."
, it’s completely different.”
"Compared with this Manjianghong, the song "Zhongdang" just now is not at the same level. It is very literary."
Xiang Chen smiled and said, "Thank you for the compliment, senior."
Xiang Que's face turned pale when he heard this, and Wu Ling compared his poems to clay.
"How is it possible? Where did this little beast learn this poem? Where did he get such a good literary talent!" Lin Lian's face was ugly and she clenched her jade fingers.
At this moment, no one was speechless, because even people who do not understand literary talent can feel this poem, which is much better than that of loyalty and courage.
"Xiang Que, what do you think? Your loyalty and courage are worthy of being called literary talent?" Xiang Chen sneered.
Xiang Que said angrily: "Xiang Chen, you shameless person, this poem "Man Jiang Hong" was originally written by me before, you, you actually stole my poem! I used to treat you as a brother, and my poetry and literature were all the same as yours.
Share, I didn’t expect you to be so shameless, stealing my poem, shameless, everyone, I wrote this poem "Manjianghong" before, but he stole my poem!"
Xiang Chen hated the cold. He didn't know if the general heard this and could bear to press the coffin boards.