Chapter 103 I'm afraid I'm going to be famous in history!
Chapter 103
"Chu Mo, don't forget. Your father has been busy with important military affairs recently. You don't care if it delays His Majesty's important affairs?"
"Small details are still important. Your father knows the right things, but you, the son, don't understand?"
Changsun Chong tried to persuade him and finally managed to persuade Cheng Chumo, the arrogant yamenei.
I was still very unhappy without Cheng Chumo, and I couldn't beat him when I was unhappy. This was so annoying that I could kill someone.
He finally learned some piano skills. Recently, His Majesty issued an edict to encourage young people to get married and fall in love on their own. He also thought about bringing a beautiful girl home, but he did not expect to encounter such an unlucky thing.
It is said that although Cheng Chumo practiced martial arts with his father since he was a child, he was not illiterate.
Just asking him to compose a poem for me at this time would probably be a bit embarrassing.
It is impossible to make Cheng Chumo bow down in terms of martial arts.
He didn't obey anyone but his own father, Cheng Yaojin.
But if you talk about writing poetry, then he can only stare.
Realizing that he could not delay his father's official duties at this time, Cheng Chumo frowned anxiously, gritted his teeth, and squeezed Changsun Chong's arm.
"What should I do? If something like this happens, how can I sit idly by as a member of a famous family? You should quickly compose a song to shut up this bastard!"
Changsun Chong was a typical frail scholar. His arm hurt from being pinched by Cheng Chumo, but he grinned and shook his head firmly.
"Chu Mo, you can't underestimate poetry!"
"Since ancient times, poems and harp chants are all related to the sycamore tree, but the sycamore tree is a xylophone. This harp is made of bronze and studded with countless gems. It is also a traditional thing from the ancient country of Western Thailand. How can this poem be so easy to write?
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"Are we going to have to watch evil people run rampant in Chang'an?"
Cheng Chumo was so angry that this was so disgusting.
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The Du sisters, Fang Xuan'er and other women on the side had good eyesight and recognized Cui Pinyu.
A descendant of the Cui family in Qinghe!
After they were born as heroes of the founding of the country, it is obvious that they have an aesthetic appreciation for men, and they will only like those who are truly talented and capable.
But since childhood, they have been told many times that they will marry these people sooner or later when they grow up.
Women have been the most vicious people since ancient times. You can imagine how disgusted they are with these dudes from aristocratic families.
His Majesty has recently issued an edict to reform the morals, which is like listening to fairy music to them. This will just dampen the arrogance of these aristocratic families.
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Many of the other onlookers were vaguely disappointed at first, but they always had a simple view of justice in their hearts and felt that Li Sheng should not be treated like this. Of course, most of them were illiterate and could not come up with any rational rebuttal.
The scholars from all walks of life who were watching were also unhappy with Cui Pinyu.
Today is a grand piano-playing event in Mud. It would be nice if the person is good at playing the piano, but he still has to write a poem.
Being proficient in all the six arts sounds easy to say, but in fact, unless one comes from a wealthy family, one cannot afford to cultivate them.
Most people can only afford a few books to read by themselves.
At this moment, Cui Pinyu's words vaguely touched upon their core interests——
You have to know a little bit about everything to be qualified as a scholar, so doesn’t it mean that only children from aristocratic families can be considered scholars?
Are you the only one worthy of speaking?
But despite the anger in their hearts, their self-esteem as scholars did not allow them to fall out directly.
Now we are competing for poetic talent, and if we just fall out, we will lose.
but……
Just as Chang Sun Chong said.
Poetry is never simple.
Rhyme, imagery, emotion...everything must be considered carefully.
At this moment, Cui Pinyu attacked Li Sheng and suddenly asked him to compose a poem, which was almost the same as Cao Wei's seven-step poem incident.
Whether they are from a few famous families or many ordinary scholars,
At this moment, I was thinking hard for a while, but there really was no aria in my mind, especially this special kind of piano.
After dozens of seconds, everyone felt that today...
Li Sheng was afraid that he would be exhausted.
So many people helped him think of poems, but they couldn't think of them. How could he, a small businessman, think of them?
Even Wang Fuchou and Qin Huaidao also frowned.
Both of them were world-famous Confucian scholars and talented men, but for this special bronze and red harp, the strings were still upright, and they couldn't find a suitable verse for a while.
But at this moment, Li Sheng smiled faintly.
"What's so difficult about this?"
"Get the wine!"
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As Li Sheng shouted, everyone looked at him in shock.
what's the situation?
What the hell is "what's so hard about this"?!
This guy actually came up with a poem?!
Just kidding!
At this time, someone immediately handed a bottle of wine to the table.
Li Sheng stood up, took the wine bottle, took a big sip, and said calmly:
"Jinse is unprovoked..."
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There are fifty strings of Jinse for no reason, each string and one column reminds me of my good years.
Zhuang Sheng was fascinated by butterflies in his morning dream, and looked forward to the emperor's spring heart filled with cuckoos.
The moon in the sea sheds tears, and the warm sun in Lantian produces smoke.
This feeling can be recalled later, but it was already at a loss.
Just chant it.
The whole place was silent!
Countless eyes stared at Li Sheng, as if they were seeing an immortal!
Wang Fuchou was shocked before, but this time, he was covered in cold sweat.
terrible!
Even if Cao Zhi wrote a poem in seven steps, how can the poem be the same?
This poem by Li Shengyong is not the kind of poem that can be thought of in a moment.
Is this guy... really just a small vendor?
This is so obvious...
"Poetry...poetry fairy..."
"The Immortal of Poetry has come to the world, the Immortal of Poetry has come to the world!"
While Wang Fuchou was shocked and inexplicable, Qin Huaidao could no longer hold on and screamed on the spot.
This poetic talent is not only unparalleled in the world?
This is clearly shocking in the past and today!
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This poem has complex imagery that ordinary people cannot understand at all.
But Wang Fuchou and Qin Huaidao both understood.
The Du family sisters beside her, Qin Ruochan... also understood.
Changsun Chong also understood. His mouth opened wide, as if he could fit one... no, ten eggs!
My chin almost hit my feet!
Cheng Chumo touched Changsun Chong in confusion and asked anxiously, "How about brother Chong? What is the level of this poem?"
Changsun Chong was stunned for a long time, a long time... and then he realized that Cheng Chumo was pinching his arm again, but this time he was completely unaware of the severe pain.
The whole person was immersed in shock.
After swallowing his saliva, he explained to Cheng Chumo...
"You don't understand, Chu Mo, this poem is simply amazing!"
"First, the number of strings was used to compare the years, and then it was extended from the years to discuss the moral integrity of the dying... Oh, you don't know this joke, this hope for the emperor's spring heart, comes from the Shu Chronicles of Huayang, and is a metaphor for Emperor Zhaolie Liu Bei
The story of entrusting an orphan to Zhuge Liang on his deathbed and entrusting his children and ideals to Zhuge Liang..."
"...In short, the emotions in this poem are different in each level. They are intense and touching, but they progress and deepen layer by layer. This is simply..."
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Changsun Chong talked for a long time, but Cheng Chumo, being a fool, certainly couldn't understand. He pinched Changsun Chong's arm angrily and said anxiously: "Don't say it's useless, just say this poem, what level is it?
