Chapter 11 A chrysanthemum poem

Chapter 11 A **Poetry

Even Wang Shu can't laugh or cry. Su Yong, who really dares to say, actually sells poems in front of the champion. Although Li Guanyu came from Beijing, he still went through layers of imperial examinations before he finally won the first place. If you kill Imall with a knife, then he has relied on that pen all the way to now.

Su Yong was a little puzzled in his heart: his grandmother, I cut it all the way. It was so easy to have a time to have a rest. I want to forget those swords and shadows to cultivate my temperament, but you still doubt me. You don't let me listen to the music and see the beautiful women. I have to go to the fake battlefield to see the violence. I won't do it.

At this time, the emperor said, "General Su, er, since you can write poetry, why don't you show it on the court?" The emperor's words were obviously joking, which was also his rare second joke.

After all, he still appreciates this wise and brave wizard general.

And it's not a big problem for young people to be arrogant. As long as you have the capital, you can be arrogant.

Su Yong is the most unirritating person: Now I'm fighting, grandma, I just want to see beautiful women. Didn't the former teacher say that learning is useful? This is for me. Besides, in the novels I have read before, the time-traveling guy is not blatant plagiarism, but also shows an original attitude with a righteous face?

So he smiled and said, "Your Majesty, then choose a proposition."

Hey, I still know the proposition, but I'm not illiterate. Wang Shu's nervous heart was finally relieved.

The emperor frowned and was really interested. He thought for a moment and felt that he could not give him too many demands, so he smiled and said, "Anything you have seen all the way is OK." He wanted to say, but you can't be too reluctant. Although he knows that the influence of the court is great, it can't be a joke. But in the end, the emperor still did not say the last sentence.

Su Yong looked around, his eyes fell on the ** outside the hall, and stopped.

He smiled and said, "Then let's ** outside the hall."

He coughed in a low voice, looked like a coquettish bag shaking his head, and said loudly:

"Wait until September 8th,

I will kill a hundred flowers after blooming.

The fragrance of the sky penetrates Kyoto,

The city is full of golden armor.

......

The hall was silent for a while.

Even if a needle falls to the ground, you can hear it clearly.

Today, it is the eighth day of the ninth month in the Yanlong old calendar. The ** outside the hall is extremely brilliant, and the strong fragrance is constantly coming to the hall. At the door of the red palace wall next to the full of **, you can see the golden armored imperial forest soldiers standing upright. However, I don't know if their armor is yellower, or that ** is more gorgeous?

What is particularly rare is that although this poem is written about **, it alludes to the soldiers with supreme glory. The first two sentences have a faint meaning of killing. When the flowers bloom, ** begins to break out in autumn. Isn't it like soldiers and soldiers with a thousand pounds of heavy burdens, killing all the enemy, and then casting the iron-blooded military soul? And the last two sentences represent the triumphant return of the soldiers to Beijing and enjoy the supreme glory?

And the most shocking thing is that Su Yong is talking about it. It seems that making such a poem is like eating lettuce. The scenery, date, meaning and literary style in front of him are so well organized that it only took two steps.

There was a long silence in the hall, and the ministers were even more shocked. Although several generals did not understand, they were used to watching. At this moment, they also knew that everyone had been suppressed by Su Yong. Since they are both soldiers, they are naturally honored and can't help but straighten their chests.

You nerds are also show off in front of us all day long, which makes you stunned at this moment, right? Our General Su is good at literature and martial arts. Oh. Mainly martial arts. He is with us.

The boundary of literature and martial arts has always been obvious. At this moment, the military officers have a good impression of Su Yong. The thinking of soldiers is very simple and straightforward. There are not so many intrigues. Usually, you make me suffer. Today, someone stands out for us, and I will support him.

A silence was finally broken in the emperor's words. The emperor's face was solemn and there was no smile on his face. His expression was solemn and he said loudly, "Good poem." After a little pause, he looked at the group of civil servants on the left and sighed slightly, "If I hadn't been a soldier, fought a war, or experienced the intersection of life and death, I'm afraid I can't understand this poem."

I haven't experienced the cold wind. How can ** be so brilliant? I have never experienced life and death, countless sufferings, blood storms, life and death, how can I understand the meaning of that glory?

I'm afraid these are beyond the understanding of literary ministers. Only soldiers can understand them. Even if Wenchen thought he understood it, he was afraid that the touch was still a big gap with the soldiers.

Only when you are closely related to yourself can you be profound.

At this moment, Wang Shu sighed, Li Guanyu was shocked, the military officers were very happy, and the civil servants were dumbfounded.

After a while, Li Guanyu finally woke up and went to Su Yong and bowed deeply, but without saying anything, he turned back to his position. But no longer arrogant eyes, he has already expressed his attitude.

The top talent, even if it is not really the first in the world, I'm afraid it's not far from each other. Seeing that Li Guanyu respected Su Yong so much, those officials who relied on the virtue of their ancestors to seek an official rank were shocked again.

The emperor's praise may be because of Su Yonggong's hard work to give him face, and the elements are clear. Even if several Shangshu adults talk about poetry, they have caused him a headache and defeat. At this moment, his attitude has proved that the guy opposite, who is full of scars but doesn't look eye-catching, is a little talented and practical.

The champion stands behind the master, but it does not mean that he has a good relationship with the master, but just in his position. However, I heard that he also praised the prince of the master.

After all, they are all in the leading "Tsinghua College" in the capital, but Mr. Yun Xiaomeng is a few years younger than this Li Zhuangyuan, and he is his younger brother.

Same family, of course, there is some unspeaked friendship. After all, the teachers are all those people.

** The poem shocked everyone, and then became famous all over the world. It is well known to thousands of soldiers in Yanlong. It is said that when several commanders in the border defense heard about this, they all praised Su Yong, saying that he had expressed the voice of countless soldiers and was a well-deserved spokesperson for the army.

Therefore, Su Yong undoubtedly became a judge of liberal arts. Although the scars on his face were still a little ferocious, he was covered with a little soft light in the gentle breeze and drizzle of Yanlong culture and art.