【036】Xie Xiaoshijun, praise my Daqing style of writing!
A sting that penetrates deep into the soul.
This is the only feeling Su Ping feels now.
Before writing, he spent just a quarter of an hour reading nearly three thousand books.
Although he successfully unsealed the Sacred Heart Pen, his own spirit has been exhausted to the extreme.
And mobilizing the Sacred Heart Pen has even more subtle damage to the source.
So much so that even what happened in the outside world and who said what, I only have a vague sense of it.
He didn't know when he would pass out.
At this time, there was only one thought left in his mind.
Finish writing this poem.
Su Ping bit the tip of his tongue violently, barely maintaining a sense of clarity, and wrote the rest of the poem in one breath.
"The bells, drums, delicacies and jade are not expensive, but I hope I will stay drunk and not wake up."
"In ancient times, all the sages were lonely, only the drinkers left their names."
"In the old days, Duke Qi hosted a banquet for immortal guests, drinking and having a great time."
"What does the master say about having little money? It's up to you to sell it."
"The five-flowered horse and the golden fur will be exchanged for fine wine, and I will sell the eternal sorrow with you."
Woohoo~
The moment the poem is written!
The sky above Yangjing was turbulent, and a figure wearing white clothes and bare feet appeared.
These figures are sitting on the sky, using the clouds as a table, the breeze as wine, and changing cups.
The laughter and laughter fell from the sky, making everyone in Yangjing feel inexplicably relaxed and happy.
"Look, there's someone in the sky!"
"What's this?"
"Mirage?"
"..."
More and more people walked out of their houses and looked up to admire this strange phenomenon in the sky.
"This is...a Confucian and Taoist vision!!!"
A Confucian scholar slowly uttered a few words.
"Yes, mirages only exist in the Dasu Dynasty of Dongzhou. Moreover, mirages only have shadows and no sound. They can only be Confucian and Taoist visions!"
"who is it?"
"Who caused the Confucianism and Taoism phenomenon?!"
"Has another great Confucian been born in Daqing?"
Unlike ordinary people, the Confucian and Taoist people reacted one after another after being briefly stunned.
Suddenly, the whole Yangjing was shocked.
These scholars are all guessing, which wise man could have caused such a vision?
Almost as soon as this idea came up, these people set their sights on the Imperial College.
Unfortunately, everyone in the Imperial College had the same reaction as them.
The supervisors walked out of the school one after another, looking at the sky with envy.
The wine minister, the minister, the prime minister, the chief secretary and others gathered together, with expressions of shock and uncertainty.
As managers of the Imperial College, they knew better than anyone else that the source of this vision was not the Imperial College at all.
Otherwise, it is impossible for the bells and drums to be silent at all.
So, who could be the person who caused this vision?
What kind of article can trigger this huge anomaly that covers the entire Yangjing?
The Duke's Mansion.
Unlike people outside, all the dignitaries here are immersed in the original meaning of the poem.
Savor it carefully, the more you taste it, the more you can't help yourself.
A life of delicacies from mountains and seas is not considered precious. Instead of living like this, it is better to live in a state of intoxication without waking up.
Since ancient times, sages have always been lonely, and only the reputation of high-drinking drunkards is sought after and praised.
Just like in the past, Duke Qi held a banquet with cyclamen and drank the celestial wine to enjoy himself.
Huh? You said there’s not enough money?
Just use the money to buy wine and have a drink together.
If it's not enough, ask the waiter to exchange all the extraneous things such as the five-flowered horse, the rich leather coat, and the fine wine, and let's get rid of this endless sorrow together!
"From majestic and majestic, to late-life sadness, to wild and unrestrained, and now to the unbearable indignation."
The cabinet bachelor's face was full of shock, "One poem is repeated again and again, and several artistic conceptions are integrated into it. It is simply incredible!"
Prince Jun slowly exhaled a breath: "This poem... may be passed down through the ages!"
Previously, when Su Ping proposed to use poetry to entertain, he offered to do it himself, purely to take care of Wen Daoyuan's face, and had no other thoughts.
I don’t even think that Su Ping can really compose poetry.
But right now.
Su Ping not only wrote a complete poem in a short period of time, but also aroused the Confucian and Taoist vision with his peerless literary talent.
How could this not surprise him?
Rongyang Hou also spoke, stroking his long beard and admiring: "Based on this poem alone, it is not an exaggeration to call Su Ping a little poet."
"Yes, yes, yes."
"This poem is bold and elegant, free and uninhibited, which fully shows the pride in Su Ping's heart. He should be regarded as a contemporary poet."
Everyone nodded.
"No, in my opinion, even Su Ping can be a poet."
Only Wen Chengbo shook his head and looked at Su Ping with a thoughtful look in his eyes.
"The Poet is a sage from ancient times. Although Su Ping's poetic talent is indeed not much inferior, but..." someone retorted.
You must know that the title Shijun is divorced from the style of poetry and represents a high degree of affirmation of the poet himself.
A poet must be a gentleman, but Su Ping's reputation does not match it.
"Do you still think that Su Ping is as unbearable as the rumors say?"
Wen Chengbo looked at the person who made the noise.
"You mean...?" Someone reacted and was surprised.
Everyone was not a fool, and they immediately understood what Wen Chengbo meant.
Thinking of the Duke of Qi who appears in the poem, I even vaguely believe it.
Qi Gong, whose real name is Qi Xianzhi, was the only person to win three consecutive imperial examinations during the Qian Dynasty thousands of years ago.
Because of his handsome appearance and outstanding literary talent, he was recruited as his consort by the then Emperor Daqian.
However, Qi Xianzhi, who became the consort, was not reused for the rest of his life. Instead, because of the queen's displeasure and the princess's rejection, he was often found innocent and culpable, and finally died in depression.
The most famous deed in his life was to hold a banquet in Cyclamen. Regardless of whether he was acquainted with him or not, as long as he was willing to drink with him, he could taste the Immortal Brew for free.
Su Ping wrote Qi Gong in the poem, does it mean that he was also in the same situation?
Seeing that everyone was wavering, the man spoke again: "But since there are so many bad rumors, they can't be groundless, right?"
"hehe."
Someone chuckled and said quietly: "According to rumors, Su Ping is uneducated and doesn't know a few words."
As soon as these words came out, the man was immediately speechless and lowered his head in anger.
Unlearned and incompetent?
How can someone without knowledge or skill write such a masterpiece of poetry?
Isn’t this lying with open eyes?
and.
Now that this part has been proven to be purely a rumor, what about other things like shamelessness and bad conduct?
If we go further...
Is Su Ping really trying to repay a favor by forcefully marrying into his wife?
Everyone fell into silence, and the atmosphere in the hall became subtle.
After a while, one person left his position and walked in front of everyone.
"It doesn't matter who Su Ping is. It doesn't matter whether you misunderstood him."
The young minister of Dali Temple looked around and said slowly: "But I know that the emergence of this unique poem is the joy of my Daqing!"
Everyone looked over thoughtfully.
I saw the young minister of Dali Temple casually taking a pot of wine from the side, saluted Su Ping, and said loudly:
"Luo Rong, the young minister of Dali Temple, would like to thank Xiao Shijun for this wine and praise my Daqing style of writing!"
After that, the young minister of Dali Temple drank the wine in the pot in one gulp, shouted loudly, and without waiting for Su Ping to reply, he looked up to the sky and laughed away.
Everyone looked at each other and were silent for a while.
The Shaoqing of Dali Temple has the lowest official position in the palace. Even if his chief officer is still present, it is against etiquette to leave without telling him.
But at this time, no one cared about this, they were all thinking about what they just said.
Gradually, many people's eyes lit up.
This peerless poem will be spread throughout the three great dynasties of Zhongzhou and will be famous for generations to come.
As a witness together, how can we not feel honored?
"Hahaha!"
A loud laugh suddenly sounded, and the Minister of War stepped out.
"Jiang Shichuan, the left minister of the Ministry of War, and Xie Xiaoshijun, praise my Daqing writing style!"
Another drink.
This move completely aroused everyone's emotions.
"Luo Xueyi, the minister of Taichang Temple, thanks Xiao Shijun for promoting my Daqing style of writing!"
"Gao Changsheng, the right minister of the Ministry of Civil Affairs, thanks Xiao Shijun for promoting my Daqing writing style!"
"Ji Xuanren, cabinet scholar..."
One after another, high-ranking officials stepped out, bowed to Su Ping, and drank the wine in the pot.
From the fourth rank Shaoqing of Dali Temple to the cabinet bachelor.
From the third-class uncle Wen Chengbo to the first-class prince of the royal family.
Everyone toasted to Su Ping and thanked him for his poetry that promoted Daqing's literary style.
to the end.
Prince Jun and the Ninth Prince smiled at each other and stood up.
They are good contenders for the throne.
But they know even more that they are from Daqing and the prince of Daqing!
They can fight openly, secretly, and try their best to kill each other.
But now, Daqing has a unique poetic talent.
How can you let him feel cold?
"Prince Lu Chengjun of Daqing."
"The Ninth Prince of Daqing, Lu Chengxu."
"Thank you, Mr. Xiao Shi, for promoting my Daqing style of writing!"
The two drank together and laughed happily.
The old rifts actually faded a lot at this moment.
As the protagonist, Su Ping was as happy as a child at this time, just pouring wine into his mouth.
After pouring it for a long time, I realized that not a drop was left, and I immediately grimaced.
"Hurry up and serve the drinks! What? Are you afraid that I can't afford the drinks?"
Su Ping suddenly hooked Yin Dongqiu's neck, "I tell you, the Duke's Mansion has a lot of money, a full six hundred taels! Six hundred taels, just tear it up without blinking, just a few pots
It’s just wine, can’t you afford it as the Duke, or what?”
Several black lines appeared on Yin Dongqiu's forehead, but he did not push Su Ping away.
He could tell that something was wrong with Su Ping's state.
His demeanor looked like he was drunk, but his eyes were not blurry, but filled with suppressed pain.
"Old Wen, will it cause harm to the body if Confucianism and Taoism are triggered by ordinary people?"
Yin Dongqiu frowned and asked Wen Daoyuan.
"harm?"
Wen Daoyuan was stunned and quickly put his hand on Su Ping's forehead.
The next second, Wen Daoyuan's expression changed drastically.
He clearly felt that Su Ping's spirit was on the verge of rupture and was in danger of being completely annihilated at any time.
Once the spirit is annihilated, the body can still survive for a period of time, but the person is equivalent to dead.
The term used in medical books is stupor.
"What's wrong?"
Yin Dongqiu saw Wen Daoyuan's serious expression and couldn't help but ask.
Just as Wen Daoyuan was about to speak, a gentle female voice came from the door.
"My son-in-law has nothing to do. If I am rude in any way, please forgive me."