Datang: Kidnapping Li Shimin at the beginning

Chapter 55 An Imperial Poem
A Qingping tune set off a climax at the literary meeting.

Chu Yanfu sat there and wailed loudly, he was already desperate to the extreme.

Chang Sun Chong raised his wine glass with an extremely forced smile on his face.

It's true that Wen Hui wasn't punished, but why couldn't he suppress this kid?
"Who the hell told me that this bastard is illiterate, so stupid!" Chang Sun Chong cursed inwardly.

If today ends like this, Chu Tianyi's literary name will definitely reach a peak with the help of "Ai Lian Shuo" and "Qing Ping Diao".

Chu Tianyi has such a literary talent, how can he be poor in the imperial examination?

Among all the people present, as long as he knew how the imperial examination was reopened, if Chu Tianyi won the first place, he would rob his wife.

Since ancient times, the hatred of killing one's father, and the hatred of taking one's wife away, are irreconcilable!
"Brother Chu is a great talent, I admire him very much, but when I think of the Turkic people approaching Weishui, burning, killing and looting along the way, I feel sad, but I can't feel the beauty of this Qingping tune."

"Huh?" A group of people looked at Chang Sun Chong, this turning point was a bit blunt.

If you are really sad, why don't you come to the essay meeting?

However, we, a group of local young masters, cannot be suppressed by a guy of unknown origin, so we support you!

"Not long after the Turkic people retreated, the water in the Weishui River was still red. Today's Weihe Literary Society is really not suitable to just talk about the love between children. I will write a poem for the heroes of the world and the world."

Li Jiye picked up his wine glass and drank it down in one gulp, looking at the Weishui River.

Jieli Khan led [-] troops, burned, killed and looted all the way, approaching Chang'an.

This battle was too aggrieved and tragic.

If it weren't for His Majesty's great talent and strategy, who knows what method he used to make Jieli Khan retreat, would we still be able to hold a literary meeting on the Weishui River?

All the men present are dead...

All the women present are better off than dead...

Qin Huaidao got up, paced, first smiled at Chu Tianyi, then poured a glass of wine in his hand into the Weishui River.

For him, "Qing Ping Diao" is indeed a good poem, but what about a good poem?

Since ancient times, both civil and military people have hated each other, how many can be intimate?

I admit that you have a brilliant literary talent, but on the battlefield, I would rather give my back to an illiterate soldier.

That's why he and Li Jiye didn't say anything during the commotion just now.

It wasn't until Changsun Chong mentioned the fact that the Turkic army was approaching the Weishui River that he stood up.

"The wind is blowing and the clouds are flying.

Wigahaine returned to his hometown.

Ander warrior Xi guards the Quartet! "

Qin Huaidao let out a long sigh, and immediately reacted, he cupped his hands and said, "Everyone, this poem is copied from Han Gaozu Liu Bang!"

I don't know how to write these romantic and flattering poems, but I can kill enemies on the battlefield and defend my home and country.

The strong wind is blowing hard, and the clouds are flying,

I unified the world and finally returned home in glorious clothes,

But after the world is settled, how can we get warriors to guard the Quartet for the country!

This is a regal poem!

Not long after Jieli Khan's army retreated, Chang'an became a scene of singing and dancing again.

If the [-] Turkic army approached Weishui again, who would fight them to the death to guard their country?

"Brother Huai Dao, you borrowed the poems of the Han ancestors, but we can't respond. I'm really ashamed!" Chang Sun Chong said.

Who dares to respond when you borrow the emperor's poem?

The point is, Liu Bang, that big bastard, didn't know where his head was cramped, but he suddenly wrote a song of great wind.

Poems written by other emperors are rarely so majestic.

"Don't we have a great talent who can copy poems, who knows if we can copy another poem?" Chu Yanfu said in a dark voice.

"Huh? There's another chance!" Chang Sun Chong's eyes lit up, and he said, "Brother Tianyi, everything is up to you now."

Without the ambition of the emperor, it is impossible to write the poems of the emperor.

If you can't do it, then you have poor literary talent, you only know how to be romantic, and you don't know how to protect your family and country. What kind of man are you?
Even "Ai Lian Shuo" and "Qing Ping Diao" can't save your literary name.

If you really write an imperial poem in response to Qin Huaidao for the sake of your literary name, then you have the ambition of an emperor.

Then it won’t be as simple as slandering your literary name, it will be a capital crime!
"Hahaha, Yang Mou, it's a turn of events, and I see the light again, father, who is my opponent in this younger generation?!"

"Brother Qin's words are very true. It's really not suitable to just talk about Fengyue today." Chu Tianyi looked at Qin Huaidao, and was gradually infected by the emotions of the young man in front of him.

He understood Qin Huaidao and Li Yesi's feelings very well, because he was also a soldier before crossing.

The two young men, Li Jiye and Qin Huaidao, were just like the soldiers he had led before.

"It's just a pity that I haven't seen such poems in ancient books."

Chang Sun Chong shook his head, pretending to be regretful and said: "It turns out that brother Tianyi's talent will eventually be exhausted."

"Hehe, I believe now that he really copied it." Chu Yanfu straightened his clothes and returned to his seat: "It's really Meng Lang who made me cry. This kid is not very good."

As long as you can't write a poem in response to "Great Wind Song", it means that the heavenly king Laozi is here, and I also say that your "Ai Lian Shuo" and "Qing Ping Diao" are plagiarized.

"It is said that reading thousands of books is not as good as traveling thousands of miles. Mr. Chu has no military experience, so it's normal if you can't do it. You are so embarrassing, it's not a gentleman!"

Yinniang got up and stood in front of Chu Tianyi.

Chu Yanfu felt depressed again...

Didn't he know that this was exactly what Chang Sun Chong wanted to see.

Li Jiye and Qin Huaidao looked at each other, unable to conceal their disappointment.

Sure enough, is it the usual behavior of literati, hiding behind a woman?

For the two of them, for some things, they will not pursue the process.

No matter how the process is, no matter who is right or wrong, no matter the conspiracy, or even any reason, you, Chu Tianyi, hide behind the woman, and we are not the same as us.

"I have never seen such a poem, but I have seen a poem, read it and comment on it!"

"What the hell, words?" Chu Yanfu almost laughed out loud: "You want to use a word describing a lyrical ditty to respond to Da Fengge?"

This is a rush to the doctor, right?

Ci, a literary genre, originated from the Tang Dynasty and reached its peak in the Song Dynasty.

The lyrics at this time are just a minor tune, more often used by brothel girls to sing.

Use the ditty of brothel singing to correspond to "Great Wind Song", I'm afraid there is something wrong with you, it's crazy!
Li Jiye frowned, and a killing intent gradually appeared in his eyes, who do you want to insult?

Qin Huaidao stepped forward, stood in front of Li Jiye, and shook his head lightly. This is the Weihe Wenhui, so he can't make a move.

"My lord, you've got Meng Lang this time!" Yinniang said worriedly.

Chu Tianyi waved his hand, signaling that it's okay.

He walked up to Qin Huaidao, looked into Qin Huaidao's eyes, and said softly, "I have a poem called...Qinyuanchun."

(End of this chapter)