This was a secret word of sympathy between literati. No one present could understand it. Only Lu Yao felt the torture from Bai Song's soul.
This question is: "The title of this water-melody song is placed in front of you. With your talent, do you dare to admit that this work was written by you?"
This is a stunning piece of work that will be passed down through the ages, but no one has signed it. Now I ask you, Lu Yao, to write your name on the signature line. Are you worthy?
Do you dare?
Lu Yao was arrogant all his life, never dissatisfied with his poems and songs, and claimed to be the most talented person in Chang'an, but he trembled in these few hundred words.
All Lu Yao's arrogance could only be humbled in front of "thousands of miles apart to share the beauty of the moon". He knew that he would never be able to write such a poem in his lifetime.
In just a few hundred words, the world's literati have measured the height of the sky. It seems to be within reach, but yet it is out of reach.
This is a picture that the world has never seen before, opening up a new world to the world and to Lu Yao.
In front of this poem, Lu Yao did not dare to sign his name. For the first time, he felt that it took courage to sign his name under a poem!
Lu Yao didn't dare.
Bai Song dares!
Since the historical tide pushes people forward, why hide and tuck them in?
In the long history, one name after another is like a star looking at the child falling into the world. The shining light is an empowerment given to him and a mission given to someone.
Today I receive the kindness of my predecessors, and tomorrow I will return to peace in the world.
Bai Song felt that he could bear it! What he said and did in the future would be the right path for the world. He would seek peace of mind and not disgrace the holy name of the sages.
Seeing Bai Song's determination at this moment, Lu Yao was speechless.
The cell was opened, and the three people led the way out to the outside of the Penal Department under the guidance of the jailer.
On the long street outside the Criminal Department, Qing'er, Mo Zhu and many other guys from the bank were already waiting outside.
Seeing that Bai Song was safe, everyone gathered around and jumped for joy.
"Boss, we're fine!"
"Master, can our bank still be open for business?"
Bai Song smiled boldly: "Go back and open a shop to welcome guests. We will not refuse anyone who comes today! Chang'an, we don't have to leave!"
The crowd burst into cheers, causing the police officers from all the government offices in the imperial city to stop and watch. This was the first time they saw someone cheering in front of the criminal department. It was really a rare sight.
"Oh, my dear Mingyue, you are not wronged, are you?" The madam of Yingyue Tower shouted and pulled Mingyue to Bai Song.
Mingyue nodded: "Mom, Mingyue has not suffered any injustice."
"You silly girl, isn't this aggrievement? We, honest girls, come out to sing a little tune, earn hard-earned money, and almost cost the lives of the whole family. Isn't this aggrievement enough?"
"Mom, stop talking...this is not the place to talk." Mingyue suppressed her voice, a little embarrassed, knowing that her mother wanted to ask Mr. Bai for an explanation.
"Is there anything you can't say? You idiot."
The two people talked in detail on the side.
Looking at Lu Yao again, he was still holding the Shui Tiao song head in his hand, feeling lost and unable to return to reality.
Bai Song asked Qing'er to leave, but someone came from the direction of the palace.
A proud father-in-law came to the crowd, dusted himself with dust, and asked in a sharp voice: "Who is Bai Song?"
"I am." Bai Song stood up and said.
"The emperor issued an oral decree announcing that Song Dynasty will pay homage to him."
When everyone heard this, they instantly became nervous.
Being summoned by the emperor is either a good thing or a bad thing. It's hard to say whether it's a blessing or a curse.
Just when everyone was getting nervous, Mr. Liu came over with a smile and patted Bai Song on the shoulder: "Good boy, please listen to me before the emperor. The emperor likes your poems and values your talent! If you enter the palace today, you will be fine when you come out.
Not an ordinary person anymore.”
Lu Xiaochen also hurriedly came over and took pictures of Bai Song: "Brother Bai, don't forget me in the future!"
"What? My boss is going to the palace to receive a reward?"
Mo Zhu came closer, feeling both surprised and worried.
The Mo family and the current emperor are not the same people. It seems a little inappropriate for Bai Song to accept the emperor's reward.
She looked at Qing'er, wondering what Qing'er's attitude was.
When Qing'er learned that Bai Song was there to receive a reward, she relaxed a little and said with joy on her face: "This is a good thing, Master!"
"Why are you still lingering here? Could it be that you asked the emperor to wait for you? Come with me quickly."
Bai Song nodded and said goodbye to everyone with some expectation.
After walking a few steps, Mingyue caught up with him and handed Bai Song a piece of clothing.
"Mr. Bai, please change your clothes."
Bai Song took a look and saw that he was still wearing the prison uniform of the Ministry of Justice. It was not good to see the emperor like this. He just put on his coat casually.
Chen hour is approaching and it is time for morning court.
Last night was the Mid-Autumn Festival, and today morning all officials gathered in the court.
When the Bai Song Dynasty entered the palace from Chengtianmen, what they saw along the way was shocking. Seeing the real palace, it seemed as if they had truly touched history.
And not long after that, he will finally meet the eternal emperor, Emperor Taizong Li Shimin.
Bai Song felt that this would be a historic moment. When he walked outside the Tai Chi Hall to listen to the announcement, his heart was already filled with enthusiasm.
But in Tai Chi Hall, everything is as before.
The morning court had begun, and Li Shimin listened carefully to the reports from all parties gathered in the civil and military circles of the Manchu Dynasty.
Shui Tiao Ge Tou caused a sensation in Chang'an, and officials from all walks of life had already heard a lot of things on the streets when they came.
However, no matter how sensational the Shui Tiao song is, it is just a lyric. Compared with real national events, the Bai Song Dynasty can only be ranked at the bottom.
He waited for a full hour, until Bai Song's legs and feet were numb and he was a little drowsy, and then he heard the call coming from the Tai Chi Hall.
"Xuan Bai Song..."
The father-in-law at the door gave Bai Song a look, and Bai Song quickly entered the Tai Chi Palace, trotting all the way, lowering his head and saying nothing, not to mention all the splendor in the palace and the faces of the ministers on both sides.
Arriving in front of the palace, Bai Song knelt down and worshiped, shouting: "Common people Bai Song, please see the Emperor."
Bai Song just wanted to kneel down more freely, but he never thought about talking about everyone being equal in front of the emperor. It would be nice if he could avoid getting into trouble.
Unexpectedly, after Bai Song knelt down, the atmosphere in front of the palace was strange, and there was a commotion all around. The ministers looked at me, and I looked at you, and they were a little more smiling.
I don't know who said: "You knelt down too quickly. How can you kneel down to talk to the emperor? Only guilty ministers do this. Doesn't your kneeling mean that you are guilty?"
After saying that, a burst of laughter erupted in the supposedly majestic Tai Chi Hall.
Li Shimin looked at the young man in front of him and smiled and shook his head: "That's all, get back on your feet."
Bai Song looked confused and stood up hesitantly. Hearing the announcement today was a little sudden. He didn't know any etiquette, so he could only follow what he learned on TV, but he was laughed at in the end.
But Li Shimin's words were quite cordial, and it seemed that the emperor was not so rigid.
"Did you compose the water melody song that is popular among people today?"
"Exactly."
"Read it to all the ministers."
Bai Song was not afraid of the stage. He turned around and bowed his hand to the civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty. He saw some familiar faces and countless new faces. He knew that the names in his memory were all in this magnificent palace. This gesture was a courtesy.
It was also a formal greeting to Datang.
"The Tang Dynasty and the Bai Song Dynasty were polite."
After the ceremony, Bai Song put his hands behind his hands and recited: "When will the bright moon come? Ask the sky for wine..."
When the water-melody song sang in the Golden Palace, the Bai Song Dynasty gave this poem unprecedented glory. Among all the poems in the long history, none of them can be treated as well as it is today.
The song of the water melody continued to echo, and these great figures who would go down in history as admirals of the Golden Palace were also immersed in the beauty of the poems and could not extricate themselves for a long time.
After Bai Song finished reciting, Li Shimin asked: "My dear friends, what do you think of this work?"
"Now that the bright moon has risen, all the remaining poems have become useless. From now on, there will be no more Mid-Autumn Festival poems."
"This is the pen of an immortal that transforms a human being into a human being. It is rare in this world."
"This work is unprecedented and unprecedented..."
In the court hall, discussions started, and the ministers rushed to speak without hesitation in words of praise.
All the enthusiasm in the court made Li Shimin very satisfied. He wanted a prosperous Tang Dynasty, but how could he do it without a poem that could be passed down for thousands of years?
This is the word of one person and the word of a country. According to later records, it shows the style and talent of the Tang Dynasty literati during the Zhenguan period.
"Reward!" Li Shimin waved his hand, and the imperial eunuch stepped forward to announce the decree, "When will the bright moon come? Ask the sky for wine. How can you do it without wine glasses? I will give you a pair of white jade wine glasses. Come and toast me to the Moon Palace."
This imperial edict is very casual, but it shows that the emperor loves poetry and attaches great importance to the Bai Song Dynasty.
When Bai Song heard it, he felt it was a little different from the imperial edict on TV, a little dull.
I don't know who whispered behind me: "Ahem...it's time to accept the order and thank you."
Bai Song suddenly realized: "Thank you, Your Majesty."
This time I finished speaking while standing, and then knelt down.
The imperial eunuch delivered the imperial edict and then brought two white jade wine glasses on a tray.
Bai Song accepted the imperial edict first, then took off the wine glass, put it to his mouth and breathed a sigh of relief. He wiped the body of the glass and looked at the white jade crystal clear and spotless. He liked it so much that he quickly put it in his pocket.
Although the ministers can't say there's anything wrong with it, they still feel that there is something wrong with this boy's way of accepting the gifts given by the emperor, and it always looks a bit weird.
At this time, Li Shimin said again: "This is a rare pillar of our Tang Dynasty. Although he is a little younger, he is talented regardless of his age, and he must be used by the court. According to your beloved ministers, I should
What kind of official position should I give him?"
The civil and military officials in the court were in an uproar. Unexpectedly, the emperor was not satisfied with the wine glass, but wanted to directly appoint him an official?
Today's emperor has always valued rules, and now the imperial examination is implemented. Young people who have not passed the spring examination will not be appointed officials.
This Bai Song is just a scholar, not qualified enough.
The emperor actually made an exception for him?
This shows how much the emperor values this boy who was born out of the sky!
Now that the emperor is in a good mood, the ministers have made their own suggestions. Various officials from the three provinces and six ministries have recommended seventeen or eight kinds, ranging from the fifth to the ninth grade, varying in size.
Li Shimin looked at Bai Song and felt that this boy had such poetic talent and would definitely be able to make a difference in Wenshu Monastery, so he said directly: "Your poetry talent cannot be wasted, so go to Wenshu Monastery and become a..."
Before Li Shimin finished speaking, he suddenly noticed something strange about the pants Bai Song was wearing. He frowned and asked, "Why are you wearing the pants of a prisoner from the Criminal Department?"
[The author has something to say]
Today’s update, I owe 9. It’s really not perfunctory. It may be that the descriptions in the last few pictures are more detailed, so the plot is not promoted much, but this is a place that must be modified. This paragraph connects the previous and the following, and is the meridian connecting the article. On the contrary, it is written
It is more attentive and careful. Some readers may think that the description is cumbersome, but I think it is the indispensable flesh and blood of the article. Some detailed descriptions where needed are to leave a little aftertaste. In fact, the good writing style in your mouth is
I picked it out by scratching my head. Writing this kind of text is much slower than usual. Blindly pushing the plot will actually make me feel more relaxed.
