Chapter two hundred and thirty ninth seek virtuous
Qin.
Yingchuan County.
At night.
Looking at the night sky that covers everything like a curtain, the bright moon hanging high in the sky, and a few scattered stars.
Today, Wei Zhuang gathered some old Korean nobles for a banquet.
Wei Zhuang couldn't do anything stupid like calling everyone together in this situation. At the very least, in Tian Yan's sight, Chi Lian, Bai Feng and others did not come, and she had not seen other quicksands either.
members of.
Wei Yan, as a member of the Wei clan and the son of Wei Wuji, was naturally invited.
Wei Zhuang was on top of the throne, holding a wine glass in his hand, and the shark-tooth sword lying calmly on the desk in front of him.
The sharpest murder weapon in the world, in peacetime, is just a decoration and a work of art placed on a document.
Times create heroes, and heroes create times.
As for Han Fei Wang An, from the moment he surrendered, he could only be a bird imprisoned in a golden cage and a cash-out puppet on the stage.
Tian Yan gestured with the wine glass in his hand. The wine in the glass was swaying, bit by bit, causing ripples.
On this day, in addition to discussing Taoism, she visited many places outside Xinzheng City.
As a stepping stone for the next talent transfer plan, Wei Zhuang agreed to introduce a group of talents to her.
I have seen refugees running in all directions when they sense that war is about to break out or their lives are affected, and I have also seen numb "people" sitting on the roadside waiting to die.
The skinny orphan with a disheveled face was hiding in the woods. He was dirty and had a numb look in his eyes. The moment they looked at each other, Tian Yan felt that his heart was touched by something, and then it became even colder.
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If you want to survive in a dark era, you must learn to hide kindness.
Many people think that kindness is a way for the weak to hide their inner weakness.
But Tian Yan feels that it is more like a luxury product.
A luxury product that ordinary people cannot afford.
Right and wrong are actually difficult to distinguish.
There are too many positions and interests in this world...
As for right or wrong?
No one knows whether it is a yoke for oneself, a ridiculous illusion, or...
Tian Yan was sitting in the front row on the left. He raised his eyes and saw that the whole room was full of people who share the same hatred and hatred.
There were dozens or hundreds of "adults" dressed in various colors of Confucian attire. Some were extremely sad and angry, some had lifeless eyes, and some were holding wine glasses.
bristle.
After three drinks, the banquet was almost over. During the banquet, many people toasted to Tian Yan.
They were respecting Wei Yan's identity, and they were respecting Lord Xinling.
Tian Yan looked at the clear wine in the cup and the delicacies on the jade plate, feeling bitter in his heart.
It’s true that the wealthy family is stinking of wine and meat, and the roads are frozen to death. What’s even more outrageous?
This banquet was specially held for her.
She still underestimated her popularity.
Since those four sentences, as well as the fact that she is the son of Xinling Lord Wei Wuji, she has been hunted by the minions of the Qin Dynasty. In order not to drag down the Confucian family, she first fought against the assassins of the Snare and the guardian of the Yin and Yang family. After the "righteous deeds" were spread, "Wei
The popularity of "Yan" is simply ridiculously high.
Just like that "timely rain".
"I wonder if it was like this when Yan Dan saw off Jing Ke by the Yishui River?" Tian Yan murmured.
"Mr. Wei Yan seems to have some insights into this situation. I have long heard that Mr. Wei Yan has great literary talent and the appearance of a sage. In this case, why not compose a song?
Maybe tomorrow, the war will devour everyone. Send us and the last warriors of Korea away." Beside Tian Yan, a young and handsome man in Confucian uniform stood up, came to the front of the hall, and said respectfully to Tian Yan.
Pay homage.
The slightly noisy crowd instantly fell silent. Everyone's eyes turned to Tian Yan. Wei Zhuang looked at the young man in purple Confucian uniform who stood up and saluted Tian Yan, but he also remained silent.
Among the people, many people's eyes were full of excitement.
It would be a good idea to give these people a gift.
Just like Yan Dan sent Jing Ke to him.
As a member of the Wei clan, Wei Yan is also qualified.
The banquet was quite deserted, and Tian Yan "unintentionally" murmured:
It turns out that many people know that some things are difficult to accomplish.
It turns out that there are so many people who do something that they know is impossible.
This situation... Tian Yan didn't dare to care at all.
But it seems to be a good opportunity to become famous, such as Han Fei's "In the world of the seven countries, I want ninety-nine", she feels that she has to endorse herself and advertise.
Looks like I'm going to be a copycat again.
In order to become famous and to meet her goal of seeking talents, which poem is better?
What literary styles are popular in this era?
Forget it, never mind, if it’s right, follow the trend, if not, I’ll be the originator.
Tian Yan stood up with a wine glass in his left hand, and moved his right hand towards a soldier holding a long spear. An invisible and terrifying force instantly moved the long spear from the soldier's hand and flew it into Tian Yan's hand.
With every move he made, his world-class internal strength was vividly displayed.
The soldier in silver armor also retreated wisely.
"Singing to wine, what's life like!?" Tian Yan raised his hand horizontally, shook the wine glass with the other hand, and chanted in a low voice.
The delicate face is full of strength and perseverance.
As if asking, but also as if sighing.
Reciting with emotion is an art activity.
Who can reject the Jian'an style and Wei Wu legacy? Although it is still hundreds of years before Boss Cao was born.
When everyone present heard this, they spit out the food in their mouths or put down their chopsticks. Everyone's eyes were focused on Tian Yan.
But with these two sentences, many people who know a little bit about literary and ink have realized from the sharp literary talent that the poem Wei Yan is about to recite is not simple.
Many people present knew that they might have the opportunity to witness the birth of a masterpiece that would be handed down from generation to generation.
After tonight, this song "Dan Ge Xing", which will be produced hundreds of years later, will once again resound throughout the Seven Kingdoms together with the name of Wei Wuji's son Wei Yan!
Actually I feel a little guilty...
"It's like morning dew, it will be more bitter when it goes away.
Generosity should be shown as generosity, and sorrow should be unforgettable.
How can we relieve our worries? Only Du Kang." Tian Yan drank the sake in the glass, threw the glass on the ground beside him, and continued singing.
Because he is so handsome.
With her extremely beautiful appearance and extraordinary temperament, coupled with the extremely elegant Confucian men's clothing, the scene of her composing poems will become the dream of many girls.
Compared with her, who is Bai Yifei who can be admired by everyone in Korea?
Of course, the premise is that they don't know that Tian Yan is also a woman.
Moreover, Tian Yan thought about it briefly and found that there is no problem in using several allusions in "Dan Ge Xing" in this era.
Facts have proved that this scene is indeed handsome to the young talents of these old aristocrats in Korea.
Wei Zhuang, who was on the high platform, looked at Tian Yan's figure with an incomprehensible look in his eyes.
This guy really speaks his mind.
"Qing Qing Zi Jin, my heart is leisurely.
But for your sake, I still ponder it.
Yo yo, the deer roars, eating apples in the wild.
I have a guest who plays the harp and sheng.
It's as bright as the moon, when can I break it?
Worry comes from it and cannot be cut off.
The more unfamiliar you are, the more you cross the border, the more useless you are.
Qi Kuo talks about Yan, thinking about old kindness.
The moon and stars are sparse, and the magpies fly south.
After walking three times around the tree, where is the branch to lean on?" Tian Yan, with his hands dancing, strolled towards the outside of the court, chanting as he walked, and in the blink of an eye, he had reached the door.
All the guests were staring at Tian Yan's back. Outside the courtyard, under the moonlight, Tian Yan was wearing yellow Confucian clothes, with dark hair shawl fluttering in the wind, a sharp sword and jade pendant at his waist, and a slender figure. Like a god, he is powerful in the world at this moment, and he is like a prince, swallowing up mountains and rivers.
"Qing Qing Zi Jin, my heart is leisurely.
But for your sake, I have been thinking about it till now." The young man who had just stood up to ask Tian Yan to sing a song looked at Tian Yan's back in a daze. At this moment, he was still standing in front of the main seat of Wei Village and had not had time to return to his seat.
At this moment, his mind seemed to be blank, leaving only Tian Yanyin's poem and an idea.
Under the great reputation, there is no falsehood.
This is a poem to recruit talents.
Even Wei Zhuang was immersed in this poem unconsciously.
It’s really a continuous thirst for talents...
Tian Yan was silent for a long time and took a long breath.
Most of the people present were also brought into the rhythm of this poem.
This broken chapter made everyone feel the power of silence, and at the same time, it also made many people feel breathless.
He stared at that figure intently.
Until she sang the last few lines.
“The mountains never get too high, and the sea never gets too deep.
The Duke of Zhou vomits food, and the world returns to its heart."