Chapter five hundred and ninety-two white clouds thousands of years empty
Chapter 592: The white clouds have been empty for thousands of years
After someone confirmed Lu Heng's identity again, the entire Yellow Crane Tower suddenly boiled. The Holy Church
Everyone was excited and made a noise.
"What are you shouting about? How do you behave appropriately?" Li Dehui stared at this group of people with eyes wide open and yelled angrily.
However, he seemed to have forgotten that when he saw Yan Yunwei downstairs just now, he seemed to be more excited than these scholars.
When the governor shouted loudly, the students who were excited and a little crazy realized how impolite they had been by criticizing the emperor just now.
I felt uneasy in my heart, fearing that the emperor would be angry.
"Hurry up and salute your Excellency!" Li Dehui scolded these idiots who had never seen the world with a straight face. However, this guy was very happy in his heart.
The legendary figure of the Great Zhou Dynasty and the commander-in-chief of the three armies actually came to Wuchang, and in front of so many people, he showed an extraordinary relationship with me. My dear mother, my career is promising.
Li Dehui's reminder also clearly confirmed Lu Heng's identity.
The students were shocked and their eyes were filled with admiration and respect. They looked at the Imperial Master beside the Governor, who had a helpless smile on his face. After taking a deep breath, they all bowed down and saluted: "Students, have you seen the Imperial Master?"
division!"
Seeing so many students' blazing eyes on him, Lu Heng shook his head helplessly, with a wry smile on his lips. He turned his head and rolled his eyes at Li Dehui, who was secretly enjoying himself.
Seeing that the emperor's master seemed unhappy, Li Dehui smiled. Then he took a step back, his face was full of respect, he bowed his hands respectfully and bowed, and said in a deep voice: "I'm here to pay my respects to the marshal!"
Now, Lu Heng's identity has been known to everyone. Therefore, Li Dehui cannot maintain his previous attitude.
Lu Heng glared at Li Dehui fiercely, then looked at the dozens of literati and bachelors in front of him, cleared his throat, and said calmly: "Everyone, get up!"
"Thank you, Sir!" the students sang in unison, and then straightened up.
The student's gaze was still fiery. Many people in the church were smiling foolishly and looking at Lu Heng happily. That gaze was like a lover's gaze, which one would never tire of looking at.
On the side, Li Dehui rolled his eyes, coughed, and respectfully raised his hands to Lu Heng and said, "It's an honor for us, sir, to arrive in Hubei. Now, we just happen to catch up with the gathering at Yellow Crane Tower. Can you please pay a visit to Huang He?"
I wrote poems downstairs. How about making the Yellow Crane Tower in Wuchang famous far and wide?"
After Li Dehui spoke out, he was immediately echoed by others.
Regardless of the extraordinary status of the emperor's master, just from the articles, the emperor's master's reputation is known to everyone in the Zhou Dynasty.
Many of the poems written by Mr. Lu have been sung throughout the Zhou Dynasty. They are still talked about by people today.
Even in the circle of scholars, many people call the emperor's master the "Sage of Ci" to describe Mr. Lu's extraordinary talent and profound attainments in poetry.
If Mr. Lu can really write a poem about the Yellow Crane Tower today, the name of the Yellow Crane Tower will definitely be famous all over the world, as the governor said. And the emperor's visit to Wuchang and personally teaching local students will also be
Then it spread throughout the Zhou Dynasty.
At that time, the reputation of Wuchang students who have been forgotten for many years will also rise accordingly.
Thinking of this, the eyes of many students became even more intense.
"Did you do it on purpose?" Lu Heng stretched out his hand, pulled Li Dehui in front of him, and asked through gritted teeth.
"My lord, oh no, I am scared!" Li Dehui lowered his head tremblingly and replied in a low voice.
Damn, that's quite the pretense. Lu Heng secretly scolded this guy for rushing to the shelves.
Seeing many people staring at him in shock, as if they were puzzled by his rude actions. Lu Heng laughed loudly, loosened Li Dehui's collar as if nothing had happened, and finally smoothed it for Li Dehui carefully.
The wrinkles on the official robe.
"Lu Lang, how about you write one too?" At this time, Liu Qingqing walked over slowly, biting her lips, hesitated for a moment, raised her head, and said softly with a look of expectation in her beautiful eyes.
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As a woman, Liu Qingqing also has a little vanity in her heart. She likes Lu Heng's calmness and tenderness, and also hopes to see Lu Heng's high-spirited and arrogant side. The latest chapter of the Holy Church
I just watched those students writing their compositions in a eloquent and eloquent way. Although Liu Qingqing didn't say it, she still looked forward to Lu Heng's success.
On the side, Li Dehui saw Mrs. Lu speaking and saw an opportunity. He nodded quickly and said: "What you said makes sense!"
"Mr. Lu, just write a poem and regard it as a monument to our students in Wuchang. Let these guys take a good look at what it means to have people outside the world and mountains outside the mountains. Otherwise, these brats will not read
After reading two shabby books, I thought I was invincible!" Li Dehui said earnestly, his mouth was chapped.
Lu Heng looked at Li Dehui, who was thirsty, and then at the students with fiery eyes who were studying hard in the cold window. He hesitated for a moment, nodded with a smile and said, "Okay!"
When Li Dehui heard this, his eyes lit up and he said in surprise: "You agreed?"
"You're all like this, wouldn't it be disrespectful if I didn't agree?" Lu Heng glared at him and scolded with a smile.
Li Dehui scratched his head, pretending to be dumbfounded, and giggled.
Then, without Lu Heng's instructions, the students prepared pens, ink, paper and inkstones.
Lu Heng picked up the pen but did not put it down. He smiled and said: "Let's write it in Miss Li's little notebook. Since today is Miss Li's birthday, it should be regarded as a birthday gift!"
Li Dehui was startled when he heard this, and quickly waved his hands and said: "How dare you, a villain!"
"It's not for you, how dare you do anything!" Lu Heng rolled his eyes at him, turned his head, looked at Miss Li with a smile and said, "How about it?"
Miss Li saw her father winking at her constantly. After hesitating for a moment, she bit her lip, raised her head, smiled sweetly, and readily agreed: "Okay, that little lady has thanked you for your kindness!"
Seeing that his daughter had agreed, Li Dehui sighed, his face full of disappointment.
"Sir, what's your expression? The fact that the Imperial Master can leave this poem to Shuang'er actually means that Mr. Lu remembers the original favor?" Beside him, the beautiful woman shook Li Dehui's arm and said softly: "
Besides, with this poem written by Emperor Shi, who in the court will dare to say that your word "Dou Da" is not half-framed?"
Li Dehui shook his head and sighed. He also knew what it meant. He glanced secretly at the Imperial Master on the side and said in a low voice: "That's what it is. However, sir, I hope that Mr. Lu will not return this favor!"
The beautiful woman was stunned for a moment, then she snickered and grabbed Li Dehui's arm, scolding: "You are so heartless!"
After rolling her eyes at her master, the beautiful woman glanced at Lu Heng secretly and whispered: "From my perspective, Mr. Lu is definitely not the kind of ungrateful person. Even if I return your favor today, if you do it in the future
If anything happens, she will definitely help!"
Li Dehui sighed, shook his head and said, "Sir, am I such a shameless person?"
The beautiful woman curled her lips, rolled her eyes at him, and said nothing. However, she grabbed Li Dehui's arm with a little more strength.
While Li Dehui and his wife were hiding aside and whispering, Lu Heng had already taken the brush from Liu Qingqing's hand.
At this time, the students also gathered over, looking forward to the performance of the Imperial Master. The self-proclaimed Songzhu layman who was sitting aside before felt embarrassed and ashamed. After hesitating for a moment, he finally
He gritted his teeth and followed him.
Lu Heng pondered for a moment, with a calm smile on his face, took a deep breath, and put down the tip of his pen on the snow-white paper.
Li Meng, who was standing aside, read out the title of the poem in a low voice: "Yellow Crane Tower" while holding his breath.
The poem written by Lu Heng was "Yellow Crane Tower" by Cui Hao, a poet of the Tang Dynasty. This poem has been famous throughout the ages and is regarded as the most unique among the many poems about Yellow Crane Tower that has never been done before or since.
Excellent work. Rumor has it that even Li Bai, a master of Tang poetry, was in awe after seeing this poem when he arrived at the Yellow Crane Tower, and wrote the line "There is a view in front of me, but Cui Hao wrote a poem above." This shows that
This poem has an unattainable status in the hearts of literati.
Li Meng was a little puzzled. He raised his head and glanced at Lu Heng secretly. He was still excited. Then, he cast his eyes on the paper. After seeing Lu Heng start a new line, he realized that he had just gone too far.
I was nervous and took the title of the poem as the beginning.
When Lu Heng was laughing at his restless mind, the first sentence of the poem had already appeared on the paper as his pen moved.
"In the past, people rode the Yellow Crane, and the Yellow Crane Tower was left vacant here."
The poem begins with a myth and legend, which shows that the poem is majestic and has a powerful meaning. After reading this sentence, Li Meng's heart was stirred, and his body was so excited that he started to tremble slightly.
After taking a deep breath and suppressing the excitement in his heart, Li Meng's eyes were filled with excitement as he continued to look at the Emperor Master's wandering pen.
Lu Heng's eyes were calm, his expression was natural, his mind was moving freely, and the brush in his hand moved lightly and nimbly across the paper. Each of his delicate and powerful regular scripts came to his face with the fragrance of ink.
"The yellow crane will never return, and the white clouds will remain empty for thousands of years."
Li Meng nervously clenched his fists and read word for word. He was afraid that he might accidentally read a word wrong and blaspheme the perfect artistic conception of the poem.
With the departure of the Yellow Crane and the accumulation of history, only the clouds in the sky remain the same and the river remains the same. What a great spirit and wonderful artistic conception!
Li Meng felt a little sad as he thought about history. He turned his head and looked at the imperial master beside him who was writing with a pen. After Li Meng gave a heartfelt praise, he continued to look at the pen wandering in Lu Heng's hand.
Lu Heng had a calm look on his face, and whispered in his mouth: "The Qingchuan River is full of Hanyang trees, and the grass is luxuriant and the Parrot Island is green."
Li Meng beside him didn't hear clearly and was about to ask. However, he was lightly touched by Li Shuangshuang who walked up to him at some point. He turned his head and took a look. He saw Li Shuangshuang smiled slightly and pointed at the paper.
Oh! Li Meng just woke up from a dream. It turned out that Shuang'er was afraid that he would disturb the emperor's thoughts.
Li Meng nodded and focused his attention on the paper again.
After seeing the sentence he had just written, "The Qingchuan is full of Hanyang trees, the fragrant grass is luxuriant and the Parrot Island", Li Meng pawed his hands and praised: "What a contrasting technique, it is so refreshing!"
The students beside him all looked at each other angrily after hearing this noise.
Li Meng blushed, knowing that he had lost his composure. He cupped his hands and smiled apologetically, then pointed at the Imperial Master who was bending over the table and writing furiously.
The students glared at him, then gathered around again to watch the Imperial Master's performance.
When the last sentence "Where is the hometown at dusk, the smoke on the river makes people sad." After stopping his writing, Lu Heng straightened up, took a look at the poem he had written, smiled with a slightly weird expression, and wrote
He handed the pen to Liu Qingqing beside him.
Behind him, Mr. Songzhu picked up the book, glanced at the poem on it, stroked his beard, and praised in surrender: "With this poem, I'm afraid there will be no more poems in the Yellow Crane Tower!"