Bald-haired Ling cursed happily, but he forgot that this was not in the felt tent of Lianchuan Fort, nor on the street of Qiuci City. This was Qiuci Palace, where Lu Guang held the banquet.
Although the banquet has not started yet, people have almost arrived. The bearded shaman has just finished singing, and the next section has not yet started. The whole hall is in a moment of silence. Even if the girl's words are not heard clearly, then
Everyone heard the sound of the slap, so naturally everyone in the house was shocked.
Zhuge Xuan, who had been looking for trouble, saw Lu Guang's unhappy expression and took the opportunity to say, "Duan Canjun, what are you causing trouble here?"
Seeing the panic in the bald-haired spirit's eyes, Duan Ye smiled bitterly. It seemed that he had to bear the thunder again this time, so Shi Shiran stood up, gave a salute to Lu Guang, and said: "Excuse me, everyone, Duan Ye just said
Seeing this Kucha, the palaces are gorgeous, the people's wealth is exhausted, the city is majestic, but it is not a battle for our army to unite, I can't help but realize it, I composed a poem about Kucha, and read two sentences casually to the bald lady,
Well, this bald lady was happy for a moment, so she applauded her. I hope you can forgive me for any disrespect I've made."
"Oh?" Lu Guang suddenly became interested. He waved his hand to the shamans who were still preparing to perform the great dance and motioned them to go down. Then he said to Duan Ye with a smile: "Then today, in Qiuci Palace, you will do it for me."
Kucha Palace is a tribute to let the world remember the luxury of Kucha, let Qingshi remember the difficulty of the Western Expedition, and let God witness the immortal merits of the 100,000-strong army!"
"Okay!" All the civil and military officials cheered, but most of the people from Qiuci didn't look very good-looking.
Kuye, Duan Ye's face twisted into a frown. He was just helping the little lolita out of trouble, but he didn't expect to put himself in it. Is this kind of writing something that ordinary people can do? But Lu Guang's order on this occasion
, but cannot refuse.
Seeing that Lu Guang and everyone in the audience were looking at him, Duan Ye gritted his teeth, bowed and saluted, and said: "Since there is an order, Duan Ye has limited talent and knowledge, so he will try his best to attract others."
"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter. Duan Canjun is also the most talented and knowledgeable person in my shogunate." Lu Guang said with a smile.
"In the past, Emperor Wu expanded the territory, organized four counties, established two passes, and set up separate positions. He defended the Central Plains in Pancheng and blocked the Western Regions thousands of miles away. Now my king has opened up the land, crossed the quicksand, destroyed the thieves and chieftains, applauded the kindness, and declared the saints.
Virtue in a desolate land will shine in China and become the glory of all ages..."
Duan Ye was thinking and reciting, and the more he read, the more he felt, and inspiration surged like a spring, "But I saw the mirage in the desert, the floating palace on the water of Suspicious God. The strange black wind, the rolling sand of the Gobi. The undulating sand dunes, hiding the yellow dragon."
Wagging its tail. See also Cynomorium, Shouchang, Dangbao, the ancient city of Shibao, and Jingbian Guards. The flat sand is like water, and the autumn moon is like Wang Gui. It can go up to Jiaohe and Gaochang, where you can pick jade and fields, and pick grapes and willows.
Reconciling the Sixth Band in Beiting; descending to Suzhou, Manjusri, Ye Guang toasts, Juyan soldiers, caressing the four Qiang in Guzang. The victory of this scene reopens the Western Heaven..."
All the civil and military officials in the palace were listening carefully, for fear of missing a word, but Duan Ye was completely immersed in it at this time. In that boundless desert, countless heroes were fighting in the blood-green sand, in that vast land, countless heroes
After all the blood has been shed, who is in charge of the ups and downs? The majestic palaces, luxurious decorations, and wealth that can never be squandered are just fleeting smoke. The luxury of the Kucha people, the enjoyment of the Kucha people, the glory and glory of the Kucha people
The humiliation brought a great shock to Duan Ye.
The desperate fighting of the soldiers of the Western Government Army, the difficulties and obstacles along the way, the desperate resistance of the Kucha people, and the unshakable determination of the Central Plains to occupy the Western Regions were all integrated into this "Qiuci Ode" by Duan Ye. Everyone followed Duan
Duan Ye's sonorous and powerful voice seemed to have really re-immersed himself in that historical drama, sometimes sad, sometimes happy, sometimes nervous, sometimes relaxed. Until Duan Ye finally finished this poem, many people were still immersed in it.
Still didn't react.
After Duan Ye finished reading, he quietly breathed a sigh of relief. He hoped that he could get along with this hodgepodge of celebrities from all over the world. Looking back, Bald Latan and Juqu Mengxun both looked at him with admiration. Bald Ling
His big eyes were already filled with red hearts, and the other civil and military officials around Lu Guang looked at him differently.
"Amitabha!" The first person to speak was Kumarajiva. He just announced the Buddha's name, but immediately sat down, closed his eyes slightly, and stopped talking.
Lu Guang greeted Kumarajiva, and then asked Zhuge Xuan, who had always been at odds with Duan Ye: "Zhuge Changshi, what do you think of Duan Canjun's "Qiuci Fu"?"
"Uh." Zhuge Xuan looked a little embarrassed, "I think that this part of the poem "Joining the Army" is majestic and has gorgeous rhetoric. It is indeed a superior work." Zhuge Xuan thought about it carefully and still felt that it was not appropriate to find fault at this time, so he said
He just said some clichés.
"More than that!" Lu Guang suddenly stood up, "Everyone! Duan Canjun's "Qiuci Ode" is destined to be recorded in history forever! You see, this small Qiuci Palace is almost bigger than my Jianzhang Palace in Chang'an.
Even more luxurious! The city of Qiuci with a population of 100,000 can almost be compared with the famous cities in the Central Plains. Look at the pure silk and the utensils used exceed those of the Qin Emperor and the Han Dynasty, and are ten times more extravagant than the expenses of today's emperors! But!
What's the result? Kucha City has food and soldiers, so what? I, Lu Guang, am still sitting here?"
After saying this, everyone in Qiuci lowered their heads with shame and resentment on their faces, but Lu Guang refused to give up and continued: "What is the use of this splendid palace and this dazzling array of jewelry? You can't win the hearts of the people.
Without God's blessing, these are just for the victors to enjoy! Secretary, record Duan Canjun's gifts today. This section will let the world not only see Duan Canjun's literary talent, but also let the world know that he is extravagant.
Those who do not care about the people will not end well!"
While the accompanying scribe agreed, he secretly glanced at Zhuge Xuan. After getting Zhuge Xuan's hint, he started to write.
Duan Ye didn't know at this time that the "Qiuci Ode" he had fabricated had not been passed down to future generations. Of course, it seemed inappropriate to pass this kind of thing on to future generations, especially considering Duan Ye's later status.
(Note: Historically, Duan Ye's "Qiuci Fu" has been lost, but this plot is very important, so I have to add it myself and refer to others. It is very laborious. Xiaobai pays tribute.) What follows is a series of polite etiquette and various colors.
After everyone praised Lu Guang's majesty and the bravery of the army, Lu Guang finally raised his glass and said: "Now that Qiuci has been leveled, there are many countries that have turned to Christianity. I wish you all the holy virtues of the celestial dynasty to unite the four seas. I would like to invite you all to express your gratitude."
Drink this cup! Please!”
"please!"
The people in the Western Region who had surrendered in the hall, the civil and military officials under Lu Guang, and the Yawang people in Qiuci City raised their glasses one after another, and everyone drank it down in one gulp, and the hall filled with laughter.
Lu Guang clapped his hands gently, and the sound of silk and bamboo in the palace began to play. The harps, bronze drums, shengxiao, tara drums, and various musical instruments were played one after another. The beautiful tunes made people mesmerized. A group of green-clad dancers were dancing under a white leader.
Under the leadership of the young girls, they filed in. After the girls saluted, they began to dance. They saw slender waists twisting, jade arms spinning lightly, feet stepping on light felt, and green clothes flying. Everyone in the hall shook their heads and watched with great interest.