Everyone was a little confused, including the spirited young man Wang Shenzhong himself. Before he could react, he was already covered by the shopkeeper. Judging from his twenty-four-year-old experience, he had never seen such a person before.
Qin Dewei was still talking slowly: "I heard that four years ago the emperor built the four suburbs to hold suburban sacrifices. You, Wang Shenzhong, composed eight chapters of the grand sacrificial poem, so your literary voice became more prosperous."
Originally, it was nothing to just listen to this sentence, but when combined with the previous paragraphs of Qin Dewei's connotation and Wang Shenzhong's "Only dare to offend ministers but not the emperor", it makes people speculate.
Gu Dingchen, the founder of the literary association, felt that a strange young man was a little too much, so he gave Wang Shenzhong some explanations and said: "People are not sages and sages, and everyone has their own intentions. How can we be demanding of those with high standards? What's more, Wang Nanjiang is not a scholar or official."
Qin Dewei let out a long sigh and said to Wang Shenzhong: "It's not worth it for me to just replace Feng Nanjiang. This Wang Nanjiang should go back and change his account!"
By the way, since you are not a public official, what is your current position? I don't know yet."
Wang Tingxiang replied from the side: "Wang Nanjiang is the guest secretary of the Ministry of Rites."
The attributes of the host and guest department are somewhat similar to the Ministry of Foreign Affairs in later generations. Foreign affairs, vassal states, and foreign affairs are all under the responsibility of the host and guest department.
Qin Dewei chuckled strangely, "It turns out that I am an official of the Host and Guest Department, and I have many things to ask for advice from!
Two years ago, Annan Mo's family usurped the throne, and Annan's old masters planned to seek help from our Great Ming Dynasty. Do you know the details?"
Wang Shenzhong: ""
How could he know about the bad things happening to the barbarians thousands of miles away and deliberately blocking the news?
Qin Dewei asked again: "How is the situation in Japan, do you have any opinion? What is the current situation in the Southeast Asian countries, do you understand?"
The Western countries 20,000 miles away have begun to expand their territory across the four seas and approach our Ming Dynasty from the South Sea. However, the red-haired ghosts of Western Fan covet the South China Sea and appear frequently. Do you know about such a thing? "
After waiting for a while, Wang Shenzhong still didn't reply. Qin Dewei sighed: "It seems that the host and guest, the foreign minister, are just a vegetarian."
To be honest, if Wang Shenzhong could speak a few words, Qin Dewei would not hold on to him. But the way Wang Shenzhong, a famous scholar, didn't know anything about his job made Qin Dewei suddenly feel sick.
Wang Shenzhong slapped the case angrily and shouted: "How do you know this? You can know it?"
Qin Dewei turned to Wang Tingxiang and said: "You should give a copy of the summary of the Western Fanfare I submitted to Duke Junchuan to the Ministry of Rites."
Wang Tingxiang replied to Wang Shenzhong on behalf of Qin Dewei: "He is really knowledgeable about foreign affairs and has written a book. I will make a copy and forward it to you."
Wang Shenzhong: ""
There was an unconvinced person who stood up for Wang Shenzhong and said: "There is no need to be serious about the barbarian affairs. The host and guest are just preparing positions to support scholars!"
Wang Ting reminded Qin Dewei: "This is Lu Gao, one of the Eight Talents."
Qin Dewei retorted a little angrily: "It doesn't matter whether these things are important to Ming Dynasty, but this is the errand of the host and guest! If you don't even care about your own errand, what is it if it's not a corpse meal?"
Speaking of this, Qin Dewei didn't know what he thought of, and the more he said it, the angrier he became: "A person like you, Wang Shenzhong, who uses his articles as a tool of fame and wealth to run rampant in the world, what use is it to the country and the people?
If you write a thousand words without actually having a plan in mind, in my opinion, it is a waste!
As the saying goes, I usually talk about my heart with my hands closed, but when I am in danger, I die to repay the king. I am talking about people like you!
You do nothing in matters of business and don't care about your own errands at all. This is what our Ming Dynasty lacks the most. But the country's support of you is just a waste of money and food!
And they actually think they have a clean reputation, and even take pride in their good talk. If you don’t do real things, then why are you still in the capital? After all, aren’t you just trying to make a name for yourself!”
Thinking of the historical tragedy of the fall of the Ming Dynasty, Qin Dewei was very unhappy. He vented his curses like a fire bomb, leaving everyone dumbfounded.
Wucao! Wang Shenzhong is already a famous angry young man, but this guy is even more angry than Wang Shenzhong!
If it were a competition between angry youths, Wang Shenzhong would have already lost.
Wang Tingxiang was also a little shocked. Did Qin Dewei exert too much force? The reason why Qin Dewei was invited to help was to weaken Wang Shenzhong's momentum, not to cause Qin Dewei to commit humane destruction!
He subconsciously stepped forward to stop Qin Dewei: "Forget it, show mercy!"
Qin Dewei felt confused. It was you who asked me to fight, but it was you who stopped me. Are you sure?
It was Gu Dingchen who tried to smooth things over again by saying, "Today is just a cultural meeting, so there's no need to involve anything else."
Qin Dewei had already entered a state of selfless acting. He laughed wildly "Haha" a few times, pointed at Wang Shenzhong and said: "Writing prose on the spur of the moment is bullying you, the Eight Talents of Jiajing, and I don't even bother to do it!
Let’s talk about these simple poems. I heard that Wang Shenzhong recited poems when he was four years old? As for your masterpieces, I also read some of your masterpieces at Mr. Junchuan’s place today!"
"The vast sky and misty scenery are dim, and the boat feels like home. Who knows if you are a guest, but the lights are sparse and the water is far away. Is this what you, Wang Shenzhong, wrote on the boat during your journey?"
What a coincidence, I also wrote a poem on my way to Beijing this time. The moon is dark, I see fishing lanterns, and a single firefly shines. A gentle breeze makes the waves scatter, and the river is filled with stars!"
Except for Wang Tingxiang, everyone was surprised. These two poems with the same theme were obviously not of the same grade. Apart from being a mouthful, could this strange boy really be talented?
"Have you ever written a poem about the Mid-Autumn Festival? Three or five nights away, the stars are reflected in Jiang County. If you don't drink the full bottle of wine, how can it be like the moon?
It's a coincidence that I casually made up a poem with you. This night, the Mid-Autumn moon shines brightly on hundreds of thousands of homes. The osmanthus trees in my hometown should be blooming with the flowers of the past!"
After everyone tasted it for a few times, they found that there were actually no good Mid-Autumn Festival poems after the Song Dynasty, and most of them were mediocre.
But comparing these two songs, the one by Strange Boy is more impressive.
After all, a sentence like "Qingguang 100,000 families" is obviously worth appreciating, and it doesn't seem so banal.
Qin Dewei continued: "The army was dancing and singing while drinking wine, and the snowflakes were drifting towards Jimenduo. When I was drunk, I wanted to defeat Ping Huyin, and it was reported that the genius had asked for peace. Isn't this poem about the frontier fortress written by you too?"
In fact, I can also write frontier fortress poems, but I write them in a manner imitating those of the Tang Dynasty!
The blue sky is as clear as water, and sorrow arises at dusk, and the tooth flag above the moon is particularly bright. However, Xiaoli is covered with heavy dew in the sky, and at first watch, he feels more and more light in his Geyi clothes.
The jade flute is playing for the third time in the wind, the first sound of autumn entering Yangguan. A hundred thousand athletes have lost their heads together, and a group of swans are marching from the south!"
There is no need to compare these two poems. The latter one obviously overwhelms the previous one. And among the poems of this dynasty, I have never heard of anyone who can write a frontier poem of this level.
"I haven't seen many of your works, would you like to write a few more for me to appreciate?" Qin Dewei seemed to really want to compare skills.
Everyone was just surprised at first, then shocked, and finally numb.
Now everyone understands that this young man must be a powerful thug hired by Wang Tingxiang to specifically target Wang Shenzhong.
But this thug is too monster. Where did Wang Tingxiang find this monster boy?
