Chapter 10 I still know how to write poetry, but I'm not very good

After saying the matter here, Lord Wang Shu naturally mentioned the war at the other end.

So the red-faced general Yu Donghai stood up: "Just now, after listening to General Su's experience, Weichen was very ashamed. However, the war in the east has also been well controlled with the capture of Yanmeng Khan in the north. At present, with the bloodline of the Iron Lion Legion and the efforts of the soldiers, the land forces of the dwarf Japan have retreated 80 miles, and only a few ships in our territorial waters of the maritime defense line dare not make a forced landing.

The bloodline of the Iron Lion Legion is the iron lion serum wind. Although this person's name is quite elegant, he is like a male lion, extremely tough. Although there are four heroes in Yanlong, these four heroes are undoubtedly much worse than the commanders of the three armies.

These three commanders are the "Iron Lion" serum wind, "Silver Dragon" Yu Canghai and "Golden Tiger" Hong Yuanba. The three legion commanders are also secretly called the "Three Kings of Yanlong". Of course, no one dares to call so clearly. But these people held heavy troops in their hands, ran around for the Yanlong Empire, and made Hao Hao's achievements. He released his armor every day. It is estimated that it is a certainty to seal a prince.

And Yu Canghai, the commander of the Silver Dragon Legion, and Yu Donghai, the red-faced Iron Lion Legion general, are uncles and nephews. As for why Yu Donghai didn't turn to his uncle and chose the Iron Lion Legion, this is not a scrupulous matter. The generals in the army are quite cheerful and do not care about those relatives or nepotism, so it is common for many brothers in the army to work as small soldiers here as senior officials in another place.

At this moment, Yu Donghai said that the dwarf Japanese had also temporarily retreated from the army, and the ministers in the hall were even more happy. The literary ministers immediately swarmed up, and the emperor was wise, sweeping all the cows, ghosts, snakes and gods, etc., doing their best.

"Okay, since the pressure in the east has also been greatly reduced, the land of Yanlong has temporarily gained peace. Although Hongfan in the west relies on extremely advanced artillery, their territory is too far away from Yanlong, and the supply line is too long to threaten us for a while. His Majesty secretly thought, "In addition, Su Yong and others captured Yanmeng Khan and entered the capital. This matter must be well celebrated, and by the way, the news of the capture of Yanmeng Khan should be publicized everywhere."

Looking at the smile on the corners of the emperor's mouth, Mo Yan, the minister of the Ministry of Ceremonies, hurriedly took the first two steps and spoke for the emperor: "Your Majesty, now the great victory in the north and captured Yanmeng Khan into Beijing. This is a grand event for thousands of years. I think it won't be long, and I will be subdued in all directions. In order to promote the power of the dragon, Weichen pleaded with His Majesty's approval to hold a celebration, so that all officials and Li Min can celebrate the prosperity of the Celestial Empire.

"Excretion. What's the good idea of Mo Aiqing?

Su Yong heard Lord Wang Shu next to him say that this person's name was Mo Yan, and he couldn't help but feel funny. The name... No matter how you look at it, it seems to be reversed.

Mo Yan is very knowledgeable. At this moment, he actually looked at Wang Shangshu and Su Yong's side: "Your Majesty, Lord Wang, General Su, General Xiao are great meritorious officials. Why don't they come up with an idea for Your Majesty to make a decision?"

The emperor Longyan was very happy and said with a smile, "What the Mo Qing family said is reasonable. Wang Shu, let's talk about it, how to do this celebration?"

Although Wang Shu knew that Mo Yan was kind, he did not expect such a sudden thing. He couldn't help shaking his head with a wry smile and frowned: We are rough people, men in the army. How can we have any coquettish ideas? You can't have a military parade, can you?

Although Wang Shu is the first level of Secretary-General, he also climbed out of the army in those years. This official rank seems to be a civilian, but he still has a lot of bold atmosphere. How can he be as good as these coquettish ministers? At this moment, he could only look at Xiao Changfeng and Su Yong with a wry smile.

Xiao Changfeng shook his head directly, and Su Yong also smiled and said, "We are all rough people who are used to fighting and killing. It's a layman to celebrate... Let's talk about this."

Mo Yan seemed to be waiting for him to kick the ball. In fact, the so-called celebration, for thousands of years, in the era of the monarch and emperor, is nothing more than engaging in literary and artistic activities such as poetry, songs, giving the emperor a drink, delivering food, and eating better.

At this moment, he said, "For thousands of years, no matter the literati and generals, there have been amazing men. As for today's peerless generals, in my opinion, General Su is the only one.

Su Yong didn't dare, but he saw that the emperor seemed to be quite happy and didn't care, so he calmed down a little. As the saying goes, there is no first martial arts, no second. Fortunately, Wu Lecheng and Xiao Changfeng are quite close to themselves. The few military kings outside are not here, otherwise it would be troublesome to find themselves to fight alone.

The emperor doesn't say anything. It's a very smart way. In case he nod, it may really cause those military kings to come to Su Yong to fight alone. After all, the word peerless general is really too lethal.

Mo Yan smiled and turned the topic and said, "Beijing has always been a place for crouching tigers and hiding dragons, especially the most coquettish people. When it comes to martial arts skills, naturally, several generals in the hall are powerful, but when it comes to literary style, even Weichen and others dare not say that they are sure to win."

Although Mo Yan's words mean to belittle himself, all the ministers know that the capital is extremely deep, and there are many people who have real talent and knowledge. Even if some sons of a noble family, regardless of literary talent, even if they are vassals and elegant, they can't suppress it by themselves, because no one knows whether they are the sons of a prince and marquis. They are even relatives of the emperor.

So although they are not very happy at this moment, they nodded on the surface.

Mo Yan said this when he came to this, he couldn't help looking at the old master. Yun Xiaofeng, the son of the old master, has always been known as the first talented son in Beijing. Although he has not had a scientific examination, he has been well-known among several colleges in Beijing and China. This move is a wonderful thing to please the emperor and the master.

Sure enough, the old master heard what he said, and his eyes obviously lit up. Of course, he knew his son's ability. He didn't rely on his own power. His son's fame was all earned by himself.

"Therefore, Weichen proposed to hold a civil and martial arts competition in Beijing. The article includes couplets, poetry, painting and other projects. The martial arts include riding and shooting, force competition, etc. It is hosted by the government. In an open, fair and just manner, he explores talents and has fun with all people. In the end, the winner will be decided by His Majesty."

The emperor smiled. Of course, this lottery head has to be decided by himself, and only by himself. For this literary and martial arts competition, he knew that Wuke was just a foil. After all, for so many years, the famous generals on Yanlong, except for those who guarded one side, were the four heroes of Yanlong.

Over the years, there are naturally some warriors who think they are very good at skills. They have to compare with these generals, and all of them are looking for teeth.

Now there is another Su Yong who can be counted as a name. But if it weren't for the celebration or the celebration of his capture of Yanmeng Khan, there would have been no need to do this martial arts.

Celebration? The emperor, who was deeply influenced by Confucianism, thought: fighting and killing is so bad. Everyone sits in rows, eats fruits, looks at coquettish people's poems, draws with wonderful hands, listens to pipa songs, and looks at erotic dances. How interesting it is.

"Good." The emperor laughed and said, "All the winners must be reused."

He turned his head slightly and looked at Wang Shu Suyong and others. He smiled and said, "Since the celebration is mainly to celebrate the triumph of General Su and General Xiao, the two generals and Lord Wang are also bound to attend some related projects, so that our literati and people can see the backbone of our Yanlong and feel the name of the world. The elegant demeanor of the general. The specific subjects are up to you to choose.

Xiao Changfeng immediately responded, "Weichen chose Wuke." He has been learning martial arts since he was a child. It is not suitable for him to dance, and he can't see the level of those articles and poems. However, it depends on the person's strength to fight, but he is the best choice.

Wang Shu smiled and stood up. There are only two generals, but there must be someone in the liberal arts department. Looking at Su Yong's appearance, I'm afraid he is not the master of show off. Then he has to go to the liberal arts side. At least he has tried the cold window for ten years, and he won't lose too much face as a soldier.

As for the level of the article, there are those literary judges to comment on. They just walk through the motions and hold up signs.

However, before he could speak, Su Yong's voice came out: "Your Majesty, let's go to liberal arts."

The emperor was stunned, followed by Wang Shu, and everyone was stunned. Shit, are you too vain? This is not a knock to train soldiers, nor to look at the weather and feng shui landscape. You can't use your things to see the enemy's situation. Culture is in the bones, and the shape is put outside, which is called **. Do you understand? That's called **. It can only be evaluated by coquettish bags. It is not suitable for the participation of iron-blooded soldiers.

Su Yong also seemed to expect their reaction. At this moment, he couldn't help laughing: Shit, I'm still an undergraduate. Wang Shu, have you been a cold window for ten years? I will go there a few years more than you.

Just when everyone was a little stunned, a young minister came out from behind the master. He first saluted His Majesty, and then politely bowed Su Yong, and then said, "Although General Su is unparalleled in wisdom and courage, this poem and song is different from martial arts. General Su must get... "

This person is Li Guanyu, the top student of the new subject. He is elegant and handsome. Because he was born in the capital, he has been named the idol of scholars in Beijing and has also had a great influence among the ministers.

However, Su Yong didn't wait for him to finish, and he also bowed his fist and said, "I can still write poems, but I'm not very good at it."

The hall was full of uproar.

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