Lin Yu thought about it on the side, thought about it left and right, and then raised his head to think about it, and his beautiful eyes immediately lit up with a touch of brilliance.

"It's better for the husband to make his ambition clear with poetry."

The people may not be able to understand other things, but there is nothing wrong with thinking about this poem.

When Lu Chensheng heard this, he thought about it and felt right.

In poetic terms, there seems to be no problem.

Thinking of this, Lu Chensheng put pen to paper.

Lin Yu stepped forward and looked closely at the poems written by Lu Chensheng, her husband hadn't written poems for a long time, and now she had to take a good look.

At this time, it was the fifth day of the new year on the side, and they all came together.

At first, I looked at Shangque, with a strange look in my eyes, and when I finished writing a poem, I suddenly realized, and then my eyes were already full of brilliance.

"Childe, can you give one and give it to the fifth day of junior high school?"

On the fifth day of junior high school, there is a set of poems written by Lu Chensheng, all of which were written by himself, and now that Lu Chensheng has a new poem, he naturally wants to get a copy to ensure the integrity of his poems.

Now the set of poetry and anthologies on the fifth day of the first month has already been asked for 100,000 taels of silver outside.

Someone still heard of this, so the price was offered.

Although I don't know who called the price, but if you want to sell it on the fifth day of the new year, I'm afraid you can double it several times.

It's just that it is naturally impossible to sell on the fifth day of the first month, and the poetry collection in her hand is absolutely unique.

Except for the one in her hand, there is no Lu Chensheng writing to the rest.

Lu Chensheng smiled when he heard this, immediately took the paper and wrote another copy, and handed it to the fifth junior high school.

Seeing this, he immediately put it away happily, but he was envious of the rain on the side.

She naturally likes poetry, and Lu Chensheng's poetry collection is even more tempting for her.

But she also knew the seriousness of the matter and didn't ask for anything.

If she is asking for it, the meaning of the poetry collection on the fifth day of junior high school will be greatly reduced.

Lu Chensheng stamped the jade seal on the imperial summons, and then called someone to pass the decree.

This will be given to all the people of the city.

After the attendant glanced at it, he was stunned for a moment, and then went down with a respectful face.

In the afternoon, the sky was still gray at the moment, and the snowflakes in the world finally stopped for a moment.

The royal attendant walked out into the street and opened the royal summons, "Holy royal summons, the people of the whole city obey the order!" ”

When the people heard this, they were stunned for a moment, and then turned their heads one by one to see that they were all curious.

How could the Holy Decree be directly issued to them, the people? This has never happened before.

But out of respect for the saints, no people left at this moment, and they all looked at it together.

At this moment, the people bowed one after another.

The new law was introduced, and the Xinghan Dynasty abolished the kneeling ceremony, and since then there has been no kneeling ceremony.

This is also Lu Chensheng's thinking, since he wants the people in the future to stand up and have their own arrogance, then this kneeling ceremony is obviously not very suitable.

Therefore, this prostration was abolished.

"I heard that the people in the city generously donated money to help the people and the water and fire, this is a great good, and I hereby issue an edict to compose a poem for the people in the city."

Write a poem? Or is it written for them?

When the people heard this, they were stunned for a moment, and wanted to talk about something, but they thought that this move was a bit offensive to Tianwei, so they waited with curiosity for the imperial attendant to read out the poem.

"The east is adjacent to the Jieshi to view the sea. The water is surging, and the mountains and islands are sturging. ”

This...

When everyone listened to the poems, they were all stunned, this is a poem to thank them? Why does it sound like a sea of writing?

The people were suspicious.

The attendant did not pause and continued to chant.

"The trees are overgrown and the grass is abundant. The autumn wind is bleak and the waves are surging. ”

The people listened to it and were even more puzzled, the holy poetry naturally didn't need to be said, but now this poem, although it is not bad, has nothing to do with them?

The imperial attendant also noticed the appearance of the people at this moment, the corners of his mouth hooked, and he continued to read unhurriedly.

"The trip of the sun and the moon, if out of it, the stars are brilliant, if out of it."

When the people heard this, they were all stunned, as if they had tasted something.

"Fortunately, even ah, the song is a song!"

So that's it!

When the last line of the poem fell, someone immediately reacted, "This is a metaphor for people!" ”

"I see, this poem of the saint, it seems that it is written about the scenery, but in fact, it is writing about us, we are the people of the Xinghan Dynasty, this is a metaphor for us, so there is the last sentence, fortunately, even ah, the song is a song."

"The Holy One thinks that today's things are done very well, so he wrote such a poem!"

At this moment, the people understood one after another, and their faces were even more wonderful.

It is very normal that the saint does not write very straightforwardly, and when the literati write poetry, they have always been very subtle.

And with the words of the royal attendant, it is enough to prove the meaning of this poem, just as they thought.

This is directly praising the extreme brilliance of their Xinghan people.

After the royal attendant finished reciting, he immediately left, and he continued to deliver the decree.

In fact, you don't need to recite it all over the city.

After about that, this poem will naturally spread throughout Xinghan City.

By the time the dinner was made in the evening, this poem had already spread throughout Xinghan City.

At this moment, after everyone knew that this was a poem written to them by the saint, they all looked like they were honored.

Naturally, the name of the saint's poet is needless to say, and in this capacity, he specially wrote poems for them.

This is a great honor for all of them!

The people in the city are all lit up on this day, and it is about to be Chinese New Year's Eve, and this day is even more festive.

Qi Shizhong didn't dare to slack off when he got the materials, and used the sleigh he had just made to send the materials out one by one, thinking that the materials would be delivered to the victims as soon as possible, so as to save the victims as soon as possible.

In their respective busyness, Chinese New Year's Eve quietly arrived.

Originally, the people in the Suzaku army wanted to complete the disaster relief as soon as possible, so that the people could have a Chinese New Year's Eve.

But the relief efforts did not go so smoothly, so when Chinese New Year's Eve came, countless victims still did not have a place to stay.

This time, the snow disaster was much more serious than everyone thought.

The roads were covered with snow, and after the road was closed, a place was directly turned into an isolated place, and if it weren't for the people of the Suzaku Army who searched it little by little, I don't know how many people would freeze to death and starve to death.

These days, the number of victims in Lu Chensheng's hands is updated every day.

The more he watched the number rise, Lu Chensheng's heart couldn't help but sink a little, because there were still many victims who had not been found behind, and he was afraid that they were all affected by the disaster at the moment, how could Lu Chensheng be happy.