The monks' dining hall was obviously not suitable for entertaining His Majesty the Emperor, and if they were to eat in front of a bunch of Bodhisattvas and Buddhas in the Daxiong Treasure Hall, they would feel a little uncomfortable.

The monks were in a dilemma, and in the end, Emperor Qin spoke, and held a banquet in the open air in the open space behind the temple gate.

"When the new law was written, I led the ministers to swim on the ground, and they also feasted on the ground."

Everyone received the futon and sat on the ground, while the monks were busy carrying tables and cooking vegetarian meals. The sky is slightly dark, and the breeze is coming, but it has a lot of fun for picnics in later generations.

Emperor Qin sat down and recalled: "Decades have passed, and things are not people. The world is still the world of Great Qin, but I will never have a chance to talk with Jing Luo again. ”

Speaking of Jingluo, Emperor Qin unconsciously left two lines of tears, this situation and this scene actually triggered the memory of Emperor Qin's past.

The late Prime Minister Wang Meng, the word scene is omitted.

"Back then, Xiyue Caolu, Fang City's bad wine, mountain and wild village husbands, down-and-out clans, a few days of talking, forgetting to sleep and eat, he said that I was allowed to rule Daqin; When the spring banquet was held and the bottle of wine was in his throat, he said that he would promote culture and education in five years, sweep the world in ten years, and in twenty years, I will be supreme! ”

"Fang made a decision today, the prosperous era of Daqin, and the oath to talk and laugh vividly in my mind. How I want to appreciate this picturesque country with Jingluo, and say to him, 'Qing does not live up to me, I live up to Qing', but God will make people! ”

Emperor Qin was crying, and Wang Guo'an, who accompanied him, naturally couldn't help but cry.

"Your Majesty's imperial grace is immense, and my grandfather has a spirit under the spring, and he must be honored with the grace of the king. My grandfather met His Majesty in his life, and I was fortunate to be a grandfather! ”

Wang Guo'an said very emotionally, Emperor Qin called him to his side, held his hands, and said: "The appearance of the Qing family is similar to that of Naizu!" ”

Many noble children wept with emotion, saying that if there was no Xiangye Daqin, there would be no prosperous world today, but it is impossible to say whether these people are really crying or fake crying. His Majesty is mourning the late Prime Minister Wang, and as a courtier, he always has to cry to meet the occasion.

Pei Shengqin was not maverick at this time, and he also squeezed out two tears, very envious of Emperor Qin and Wang Meng, the ancient monarchs and ministers. I thought silently in my heart: "I don't know if Fu Deng and I can become such a monarch through the ages. ”

The feast was prepared, and the monks began to serve a steady stream of dishes, and there were many dishes, including the food that was sent to the temple to supply the food with weapons, although the place was not big enough to cover it all, but it was no problem to eat it. The monks beyond the monk and several other leading levels are qualified to participate in the banquet, but although they are the masters here, the holy car is here, and the monks can only honestly accompany the feast.

Xiao Fu Jin also wanted to pull Fu Bao to sit next to Pei Shengqin, but when she found out that Yang Ding was already beside Pei Shengqin and was ready to "wait for the rabbit", she changed her mind and sat back next to Emperor Qin, not giving Yang Dingtao a chance. Speaking of Yang Ding, it is also pitiful, what the Fu Bao and Fu Jin sisters hate is not actually Yang Ding, but all the male creatures who want to snatch their sister......

Yang Ding saw that the two sisters-in-law refused to come, so he was stupid and planned to leave, but was stopped by Pei Shengqin. Pei Shengqin welcomed the eldest brother to sit next to him, so that the little princess would not come over. God knows where Xiao Fu Jin came from so many topics, Xiaozui is like Gatling, bounced up the message to 99+ minutes in minutes, it's really hard to deal with.

Pei Shengqin was a little hungry, anyway, it wasn't a formal banquet, so there was no need to be formal. Seeing the monk serving the food, Pei Shengqin picked up the chopsticks and sandwiched a meatball into the mouth.

The meatballs tasted quite good, Pei Shengqin's eyes lit up, he grabbed the monk who served the food, and asked, "Can you eat meat?" ”

The monk laughed and said, "The guest is wrong, this is made of konjac." ”

Konjac Pei Shengqin knew that it was the konjac of later generations, and the taste of this thing was quite close to meat, and many of the so-called "vegetarian meat" in later generations were made of konjac.

The monk smiled and walked away, but Pei Shengqin was a little unconvinced, this thing tastes exactly like real meat, could it be konjac? Pei Shengqin ate a few more meatballs, and became more and more sure that this was made of meat, these thieves and bald donkeys were really eating meat secretly, no wonder they were all oily.

However, the monks handled it cleanly, and the meatballs were chopped very much, and they could not find the complete meat fiber, nor could they eat the bone residue. The noble children sitting there, including Emperor Qin, have hardly ever come into contact with the mountain food of konjac, and they were fooled by the monks, and they really thought that this ball was vegetarian. Seeing this, Pei Shengqin didn't bother to take the lead in picking thorns, anyway, he and the monks had no grievances. I also know that the monks are embarrassed, they really have to make a bunch of vegetarian food, it is tasteless, how can you make Your Majesty satisfied. At that time, even if His Majesty doesn't say anything, maybe he won't want to come again in the future.

"Today, we will replace wine with tea, and the younger generations, drink to win!"

There was no wine in the temple, so Emperor Qin raised his glass and drank all the tea in the cup.

All the nobles and children raised their glasses and shouted the emperor's grace, and then drank a cup of tea. His Majesty actually toasted everyone personally, and now he will have to brag about it.

"Your Majesty, today the sky is harmonious and the scenery is bright, and the monarchs and ministers are harmonious, why don't you use this behavior as a theme and let the young people of each family write poems to remember it!"

Qinghe saw that Emperor Qin was in a good mood, so he took the opportunity to propose.

At the same time, her gaze faintly swept over several noble children of the Kanto Murong clan in the banquet.

Those Murong clan members were all happy in their hearts, and they each silently memorized the poems that they had spent a lot of money in advance and asked the gunman to write. Qinghe had been angry with several ministers of the Kanto Murong clan for a long time, and today he will find a way to win a chance for the children of the Kanto Murong clan to be in the limelight, so that they can prepare poems in advance.

Emperor Qin smiled and said, "I love the concubine!" ”

Eunuch Zhang leaned over and listened to the edict, and then said in a loud voice: "Your Majesty has a decree, that is, to order the sons and daughters of all families to use this behavior as a topic and write poems to remember it!" ”

"The minister has a poem, willing to offer it to His Majesty!"

The first time he heard the will, a noble son was the first to get up and seize the first opportunity to speak.

"Uncle, who is this guy?"

"Murong Lin, the son of the champion general Murong Chui."

Pei Shengqin groaned: "This guy reacted too quickly, doesn't he need to think about writing poems, but seems to have come prepared." ”

Yang Ding glanced at the Qinghe Demon Concubine beside Emperor Qin, and sneered: "Is there any need to ask about such an obvious matter?" ”

"Qiu Ju has a good color, and she is dewed and beautiful. Forget this worry, far away from my world. Although he is alone, the cup is full of pots. The day into the flock, the birds tend to the forest. Xiao Ao Xinping, talk about recovering this life. ”

Murong Lin straightened his chest and stomach, his spirit was flying, and a poem about the mountain and wild drinking banquet blurted out, which was appropriate for the occasion.

In good conscience, this poem is quite good. Many nobles applauded, and even Emperor Qin nodded slightly in appreciation.

Pei Shengqin didn't speak, his expression was very strange...... He vaguely felt that this poem seemed to have been seen somewhere a long time ago.

Murong Lin sat down, and another noble disciple got up: "The minister also has a poem!" ”

Pei Shengqin looked at his eldest brother, this time he didn't need Pei Shengqin to open his mouth, Yang Ding took the initiative to say: "This guy is Murong Zhong, the son of Murong Hong, the chief of the Northern Land." ”

"Life has no roots, floating like dust. Scattered and wind-by-wind, this is not the case. Landing as brothers, why bother with flesh and blood! Have joy and be happy, drink and feast and gather next to each other. If the golden year does not come again, it will be difficult to regain the morning in one day. Be encouraged in time, and the years will not treat others. ”

Murong Zhong's poem is also based on today's banquet, which seems to be even better than Murong Lin's poem. Even Emperor Qin stroked his palms and said hello in person.

Pei Shengqin's expression was even more strange, and he found that this poem seemed to have been seen somewhere before.

Immediately afterwards, a few more disciples of the Kanto Murong clan got up and chanted poems, and the quality was very good. Even Emperor Qin couldn't help but praise: "Concubine Ai, the descendant of the Guandong Murong clan, there are many talents." ”

Qinghe covered his mouth and said: "Your Majesty has praised falsely, our Murong clan always teaches the children of the clan that they should learn literature and martial arts, so that they can serve the court and Your Majesty in the future." ”

Then, the other noble sons and daughters recited poems one after another, but not only did they compose poems much slower than those of the Murong clan in Kanto, but even the quality of their poems was a little inferior.

Pei Shengqin finally figured out where he had seen the poems of the Kanto Murong clan.

"These traitors of the Kanto Murong clan actually invited a gunman!"

"Brother-in-law, what do you mean by gunman?"

"It means that they found someone to help write these poems in advance!"

Yang Ding thought deeply about this: "I guess so, it is estimated that the demon concubine must have discussed with them in advance, let them prepare the poems, and then the demon concubine will find another opportunity for them to perform." ”

Pei Shengqin was a little surprised by his uncle's judgment, Pei Shengqin came to the truth based on those poems. And the eldest brother seems to have guessed the truth completely by guessing, and he is worthy of being one of the top ten famous generals.

"Uncle, did you say that the Jin Dynasty mission is very short of money these days?"

Yang Dingding nodded: "The Jin Dynasty mission is not rich, Ji Kuang was imprisoned a few days ago, they are worried that Ji Kuang will be killed in the prison, and they will inevitably go around, and now it should be very short of money." ”

Pei Shengqin sighed slightly, he suddenly found that Tao Yuanming's bastard thing was very undisciplined. For the sake of money, he actually made someone a gunman!

Pei Shengqin had read several poems that the Kanto Murong clan had read in the Chinese textbooks of later generations, but a few words had been changed in the middle. If they hadn't asked Tao Yuan to write it in the Ming Dynasty, Pei Shengqin would have dared to cut out his eyeballs as bubbles!

The few dog things of the Kanto Murong clan are also smart, and they did not find a literati of the Qin Dynasty to write on their behalf, probably because they were afraid that the quality of the poems written by the unfamous literati would not be good, and the poems written by the famous literati would easily expose the real author from the style. simply found a person from the Jin Dynasty to be the gunman, and few people in the current Qin Dynasty have seen Tao Yuanming's poetic style, so the chance of exposure will be very small.

Yang Ding sighed: "Those people of the Guandong Murong clan are not good things like their father, but they actually made them stand out in front of His Majesty today." ”

Pei Shengqin said with a smile: "Don't panic, it's not me yet, brother, let's see how I can steal the limelight from the Kanto Murong clan." ”

What is more convenient than finding a gunman, of course, is plagiarism.

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