To be honest, Li Xiuzhu was not very interested in the guy who won the top three for poetry.
What can you do with a cheating device except show off? Just make a little effort and you will become the center of attention.
How boring is it to win every time? Haolai also lets the children...
Well...the old kids are happy.
"Husband, don't I compose a song?"
Li Xiuzhu shook his head and said: "One more of him is not too much, and one less of him is not a lot. Besides, there are so many adults here now. I want to give everyone a chance to perform. If the first place is not decided directly, then who will be the winner?"
effort?"
Li Xiuzhu's voice was not loud, but not quiet either. During that quiet moment when he was writing poetry, many people heard him.
For a moment, some people frowned and were displeased, while others looked cheerful.
The people who frowned were all capable. I felt that Li Xiuzhu was too arrogant and did not take them seriously.
The amiable and cheerful nature is somewhat self-aware.
Li Xiuzhu didn't care what they thought, anyway, he was used to doing his own thing.
Li Liuli curled her lips and was not very interested after hearing what Li Xiuzhu said.
She was not the kind of person who wanted her husband to kill everyone and crush them severely, so she was a little unhappy when she heard Li Xiuzhu say that.
Time passed, and the time for a stick of incense passed. Wang Defa sang in front of him: "The time for a stick of incense has arrived, seal the pen."
Li Kuo paused for a while, looked at everyone who had put down their pens, and then said: "I think all the ruthless ministers have already finished their masterpieces. After all, it doesn't take long to burn a stick of incense, and some ruthless ministers haven't finished it yet."
Is it normal?"
"In that way, those who have not finished will press the paperweight horizontally on the paper, and those who have finished will read in turn. After reading, everyone will comment."
"The prime minister is the largest among hundreds of officials, and he is not the head of the civil service, so it is better to start from the prime minister's country."
Fu Wenhan wasn't too surprised when he heard this. In previous years, he was basically not the one to take the lead. However, he calmly responded to Dong Lai and said: "Then the old minister will leave the port."
“Last year, the New Year was the first time, and the bright moon passed by again.
How long does it take to live a hundred years in life? There are not many things in this world.
The red hair looks old to each other, and the green mountain alone makes me sad.
The moon is bright, the breeze is good, the clouds are floating and the water is flowing like waves.
Three-thirds of the spring beauty is gone, and half of the plum blossoms are still on the slopes."
After Fu Wenhan finished reading, he left Donglai. The poem was his perception and portrayal. It seemed to be about scenery, but in fact it was about life.
It talks about how time changes and everything changes, but the mountains and rivers remain the same.
"Well, does the Prime Minister's poem really describe the experiences of old guys like them?"
"Compared with the Prime Minister, his poems are really inferior to those of Dongcheng."
"The old prime minister is worthy of being the leader of civil servants."
"..."
...???
Fu Wenhan looked at the officials and frowned: What's the big deal? No one really thinks he's old, right? He's only in his forties, and he's not old enough to know his destiny.
I can beat us for at least ten years!
Silently remembering those old people, Fu Wenhan was upright throughout his life, and he wanted to put on small shoes for others.
Li Kuo also smiled and concluded: "The old prime minister's poems are good. Whether it is the best or not depends on the ministers."
"Sun Henqing, it's my turn."
Okay, if you can't wear small shoes, just pretend you didn't hear it.
Sun Jingyang stood up after hearing this and said: "He is not as powerful as Old Fu. Let's just compose a five-character quatrain for everyone to listen to."
"Firecrackers frighten the remaining wax, and pepper blossoms celebrate the end of the year. The east wind blows the willow belt, and it reaches the emperor's residence first."
"Okay, Master Sun's poems are short, but they are closely related to the bright moon and New Year's Eve."
"Master Sun's poems are realistic, and the rhymes are extremely beautiful. I am convinced."
"..."
Li Kuo also nodded.
"The title of Sun Henqing's poem is pretty good."
"It's time for Mr. Song to take care of himself. I can't see the paperweight behind you. All of you, Mr. Song, please take the initiative."
After Li Kuo finished speaking, everyone responded one after another.
"No, Your Majesty."
"No, Your Majesty!"
"..."
Song Lian stood up.
"He's not prepared to make a fool of himself."
"He has a New Year at Binan Mountain.
The spring breeze blows my clothes, and the moon is shining brightly.
A hundred years of life is like a horse passing through.
There is no music, only wine and beauty.
On the New Year's Eve of the Ming Dynasty, the lights were dim.
If there is no festival tomorrow morning, the joy will not be over."
Song Lian's poems have a strong charm. Reading them makes people feel happy during the festival. It's better to show off than to show off.
Given Song Lian's status, I am afraid that compliments are indispensable.
Sure enough, after Song Lian finished reading his poem, everyone started complimenting him again.
"Master Song's poems rhyme and are joyful, which perfectly matches the beautiful scenery of such a festival."
"Haha, Mr. Li has finished what he asked to say, and Mr. Song's four-character rhyme arrangement is also perfect."
"..."
None of those people are from civil service backgrounds. Which one of them is not proficient in poetry, poetry and poetry?
Except for them, everyone else is not bad either.
For example, Mr. Wang's "The Great Thoughts".
"The spring breeze blows green all over the sky, and you can see the new year's change of things. I am lonely when I walk alone through the small window, and the plum blossoms fall under a curtain of sparse rain."
"Fleeting Time" by Mr. Han.
"The horse has already whinnied and dusted, and the saddle is ready for spring. Where are the peach and plum trees in my hometown and the bright moon?"
"New Year" by Lord Wei.
"Happy New Year next year, people will have a lot of fun. The old man will hold out his stick, and his children will pay homage to Ke Tingke."
Although the other people's opinions are somewhat different, those who work as civil servants are pretty much the same.
Is there something wrong with the military commander?
There is no way, there are not many educated Confucian generals, and many military generals do not know a few Chinese characters.
Most of the poets did not show their shame in Taiwan, but Wu Anjun's poem was very good. It was not only about the New Year, but also related to the battlefield.
"At the end of the year, I feel sad about the world, and at the beginning of the year, overseas visitors are depressed.
Where are the people in the wind and dust? The frost and snow have destroyed the temples and are about to wither.
Thousands of miles away from the Guanhe River, dreams are far away, and the soul of the journey is lost at the fifth watch of the clock.
It’s almost half spring in the Ming Dynasty, and the plum blossoms are still falling all over the ground.”
As soon as this incident came out, the atmosphere became a bit dull. Although everyone knew that people on the battlefield had a hard time, I took it out at that time and really wanted to antagonize them.
Such a festive season, such a good time...
The civil servants who were used to being comfortable felt that Wu An Jun Hongzhan was a bit ignorant.
Seeing the silence at the scene, Wu An Jun Hongzhan raised the corners of his mouth in a sarcastic smile.
Just as Li Kuo was about to say something to warm up, Li Xiuzhu spoke.
"Wu'an Jun is worthy of being called a Confucian general. That poem really describes the lives of those soldiers and generals who fought for the country."
"They ignore the people and struggle all their lives. He, Li Xiuzhu, admires them."
"He would like to drink that glass of wine to Mr. Wu An."
Wu'an Jun Hongzhan was startled when he heard Li Xiuzhu's words, looked at Li Xiuzhu, and then suddenly smiled.
The little guy who had been on the battlefield was indeed different.
Don't criticize the people on the civil service side.
Hong Zhan raised his wine glass and touched it with Li Xiuzhu from afar.
"The Duke is really interesting. I can come to his house for a walk when I have time, if I want."
Li Xiuzhu was startled and understood the meaning of Wu Anjun's words. He was not outside the faction, and there was no difference between civil and military officials and him.
"Since Mr. Wu An invited me, I will pay him a visit after he finishes his stay, which will probably take about half a month."