The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

Chapter 1492 The Poetry Crazy Old Man

The stars are pouring down, and the lights are on in every house. Tonight, Ganzhou City is more lively than usual.

At the banquet of the prefectural government, everyone was studying "On the Lumen Army". Wei Changxian suddenly sighed and said, "Everyone, don't fall into the traitor's conspiracy!"

"Oh? What does General Wei mean by this?" An old scholar immediately burst into thunder, seemingly questioning, but actually helping Wei Changxian.

Wei Changxian cleared his throat and said, "Although there is no evidence of Zhang Longxiang's treason, Zhang Wankong has not returned yet. I'm afraid he is absconding for fear of crime. This is something everyone knows. This time when the Lumen Army went south, every time the monsters and barbarians were dispatched, Zhang Longxiang could detect it in advance. How can he, a Hanlin, compare with the two university scholars of our human race? What's more, there is a talented person from the Xunzi family among us."

Everyone nodded, and many people looked at Xun Tianling.

Xun Tianling was in his early forties, with thick eyebrows and a square face, a straight nose and a wide mouth, a resolute face, and a heroic appearance. He sat there, already writing "On the Lumen Army" with pen and paper, bowing his head in thought, without saying a word.

Wei Changxian secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Since Xun Tianling didn't speak, it meant that he would never get involved in the internal affairs of Chu, so he didn't have to worry too much.

"The Lumen Army went south this time, gathering the manpower and material resources of Chu, just to seize Lianshan Pass. And now, they are harassed by the Barbarian King, and the situation is critical. After all, he is the Barbarian King, not some chicken and dog! Everyone in the army knows that we may die in the hands of the Barbarian King! However, in order to boost the morale of the army, to show our confidence to the people of Chu and the King of Chu, we will participate in this dinner! But in Zhang Longxiang's mouth, it became listening to songs, watching dances, and traveling around. Why is he so vicious? He is obviously framing and framing, like a traitor!"

"That makes sense." The old scholar echoed.

"More than that, I even suspect that Zhang Longxiang wrote this poem to suppress the morale of our army!"

Many people nodded gently.

"Marshal, please severely punish Zhang Longxiang. This man cannot be kept alive!" Wei Changxian immediately turned around and saluted Lumen Hou.

The banquet was silent, and everyone looked at Lumen Hou.

Lumen Hou smiled slightly and said, "Longxiang is talented, which is a good thing, but he is suspected of treason, which needs to be discussed. I believe that Zhujiang Hou has not yet rebelled. Rather than saying that he is attacking, it is better to say that he is complaining, and at most he wants revenge."

Everyone was shocked. This Lumen Hou is really not a good person. Why did Zhang Longxiang take revenge? Who did he take revenge on? Of course, it is not just to take revenge on Lumen Hou or Gou Bao, but also to take revenge on the King of Chu!

"I think that if Zhang Longxiang is not severely punished, it will not be enough to stabilize the morale of the army!" Wei Changxian said loudly.

Lumenhou said unhappily: "Stop it, don't mention it again. Now is a banquet. If we argue with Zhang Longxiang for such a thing, wouldn't we be as narrow-minded as him?"

"Your Excellency is magnanimous, I admire you, I know I am wrong." Wei Changxian retreated immediately.

The generals in the army saw this scene and sighed in their hearts that it was no wonder that Wei Changxian was favored by Lumenhou. In just a few words, he demoted Zhang Longxiang to the mud and praised Lumenhou to the sky.

"Then, the banquet continues..." Before the prefect of Ganzhou finished speaking, another voice of thunder sounded.

"The sick body is broken and the gauze hat is loose, the lonely minister is thousands of miles away from the river bank.

I dare not forget to worry about the country even though I am in a low position, and I still have to wait until the coffin is closed to settle things.

The saints of heaven and earth support the temple, and the elders of Beijing hope for peace and prosperity.

The military commander can understand the present and the past with a single letter, and read it more carefully in the middle of the night with a lamp."

When this poem came out, everyone was shocked.

Xun Tianling quickly wrote the whole poem, and then looked at the poem and muttered to himself: "I dare not forget my worries about the country even though I am in a low position. I dare not forget my worries about the country even though I am in a low position. It's rare! It's rare! Just based on this sentence, there is hope for the country!"

The Ganzhou prefect rolled his eyes and sighed: "Whether the Marquis of Zhujiang is suspected of treason or not, it has nothing to do with the poem. Since the banquet is like a literary gathering, and I have invited the Marquis of Zhujiang, then this poem is considered to be written at my Ganzhou banquet. Who will comment on it?"

The faces of the generals of the Lumen Army changed slightly, and Wei Changxian cursed in his heart. The Ganzhou prefect's invitation was rejected before, and he didn't say a word. Obviously, he knew the importance of it. But now two good poems suddenly appeared in succession. The meaning of the banquet must be different. If he can seize this opportunity, the Ganzhou prefect is likely to become famous because of it.

An old Jinshi immediately said, "I love this poem very much. I hope the prefect will give me a chance."

Wei Changxian became even more angry when he saw the old Jinshi. The old Jinshi was nicknamed Poetry Maniac. He was a genius in his early years. Because he loved poetry very much, he missed the imperial examination. He passed the imperial examination after he was over 40 years old. After that, he completely gave up Confucianism and concentrated on studying poetry.

Although the old Poetry Maniac was over 90 years old, his body was still strong. He once said that he would not die with a smile until he saw the literary world pass down to the world.

In the Confucian literary world, the person who created the most Mingzhou poems was this old Poetry Maniac, who created eleven Mingzhou poems.

In his early years, the old Poetry Maniac's ambition was to become the first person in the Confucian literary world to write a national poem, but unfortunately it was difficult to complete. Later, when the two worlds fought in the mountain, he changed his ambition and wanted to write a war poem for the human race.

Wei Changxian wanted to stop the appreciation of this poem, but when the old man who was obsessed with poetry came out, he could only shut up. The old man who was obsessed with poetry was so famous that his disciples were all over the Chu State, and even had two university scholars. Even several great scholars gave him the courtesy of a disciple when they saw him.

The generals of the Lumen Army looked at each other and finally shook their heads slightly.

"Please let the old man who was obsessed with poetry appreciate this poem!" The prefect of Ganzhou immediately went over in person and helped the old man who was obsessed with poetry to the front of the banquet venue.

The old man who was obsessed with poetry stood there, looking up at the night sky, and did not speak for a long time. Everyone at the banquet waited quietly, and the longer they waited, the more curious they became.

After a long time, the poetry-crazy old man sighed and smiled, "I haven't read such good poems in the literary world for a long time, so I am a little hesitant and difficult to speak. Please forgive me."

Everyone immediately smiled back. Not only were they not angry about waiting, but they were even more looking forward to the comments of the poetry-crazy old man.

"According to convention, I will explain the poem's meaning first, and then its deep meaning."

After the old man finished speaking, he looked around the audience and said slowly: "This poem has eight sentences and four couplets. The first couplet 'The sick body is broken, the gauze hat is wide, and the lonely minister is thousands of miles away from the river bank' is simple and easy to understand. The poet is sick and thin, so the hat on his head looks wide, and he is alone on the river bank far away from his hometown. 'The gauze hat is wide' is very vivid, and the two words 'lonely minister' and 'thousands of miles', one means very few, and the other is very far, are listed here, which makes it more profound."

"The second couplet 'I dare not forget to worry about the country even though I am in a low position, and I still have to wait until the coffin is closed' is a good sentence that shocked the city. Even though Zhang Longxiang is now just a lonely minister and is considered to be of low status by the people of Chu, he dare not forget to worry about the country. The country is worried about the people. As for whether he is a traitor, we should wait until he dies to make a final judgment. The sentence "I dare not forget my worries about the country even though I am in a low position" expresses his sorrow in the past ten years and today. Regardless of his identity, the accuracy of the words, the condensation of the meaning, and the fullness of emotion are comparable to Fang Xusheng's sentence "I miss my relatives more during every festival." I have studied poetry for decades. I just want to say a digression. A poet who can write "I dare not forget my worries about the country even though I am in a low position" will never betray the country or rebel even if his flesh and blood are torn, his bones are smashed, and his body is burned! Poetry reveals people's heart! From today on, as for anything related to Zhang Longxiang and traitors, I will never say whether it is true or false. I will only say "the matter must be settled after the coffin is closed"! "

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