As the quintessence of Chinese culture, poetry itself has rigorous writing requirements, not only paying attention to plain rhyme and adapting to the occasion, but also lyrical freehand and quoting classics. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

As a descendant and a science graduate, Wen can only see the shape of poetry, a bright pearl in Chinese culture, but do not know its meaning.

As long as Zhao Lao Er asks casually, in "Qingyu Case: Yuan Xi", the allusion of 'Qianbaidu' who is looking for him in the public comes from the chapter in the Four Books and Five Classics, then everyone who pretends to be a poet will immediately go through it. You can't tell Zhao Lao Er, Qianbei is the name of a nightclub, as for the nightclub, Zhao Lao Er may not know what it means, but if you explain it again, the nightclub is another name for the current Qinglou.

Then I'm afraid that the only fate for myself is to be dragged out and cut off my head.

What's more important is that since ancient times, literati have been inferior to each other, once they admit that these poems are all made by themselves, then there will be countless literati and scholars, in the name of learning poetry and improving together, flock to challenge, and regard themselves as a stepping stone to their overnight fame.

And once you goof up, the consequences are unimaginable.

In ancient times, people's requirements for character and credit have almost reached the level of metamorphosis, and the behavior of making a promise to a thousand gold, entrusting a wife and children, and three cups of Turannuo, and the five mountains are light, has a broad foundation among the people.

If there is no contract as in the afterlife, what comes out of the mouth is the same as what is released behind the buttocks.

Especially for plagiarizing poetry and articles, once you wear it, your character will be completely ruined, and you will be despised if you beg to live in the future. Therefore, if you don't have the ability to make poems, you will be beaten to death, and you can't say that these poems are written by yourself.

Zhao Kuangyin saw and heard that his oath was undoubted, and he frowned slightly: "Wen Qing, this is a good thing that has been famous for thousands of years, why be modest." ”

This is not a good thing, just because this damn Zhao Lao Er's family, who repeatedly admired Wenhua, finally reached a perverted level.

Minister Han Qi's sentence outside the Donghua Gate is a hero.

The Chinese martial spirit, the backbone of the nation inherited from the Han and Tang dynasties, was completely swept into the garbage heap of history, laying a solid foundation for the invasion of foreign tribes in the Mengyuan and Yuan dynasties.

Only then did the tragedy of 100,000 subjects of Yashan collectively jumping into the sea.

Wen shook his head vigorously and said, "Your Majesty, those poems are really not written by Wei Chen. "Even if you kill yourself, you can't admit it, the infamy of the Wenhua thief can't be put on your head.

Zhao Kuangyin said with a slight smile on the corner of his mouth: "Then I am very curious, when Wen Qing opened Wenhua Academy in Yanshen County, who taught "When Will the Bright Moon Have Water Tune Song Header"?" ”

Wen arched his hand and said: "Back to Your Majesty, the author of this poem, the name is Su Shi, the word Dongpo." ”

Zhao Kuangyin pondered for a moment and said: "To be able to make such a poem that has been sung through the ages, it must be a generation of people, and I have never heard of it. You must know that Yan Wenting Yan Shi even said that there is no Mid-Autumn Festival after this word, which shows Yan Shi's respect for this poem.

Wen Qing, if you deliberately deceive me, it is a crime of deceiving the king. ”

Wen bowed his hand again and said: "Weichen doesn't dare to deceive Your Majesty, you haven't heard of Su Shi's reputation, just because he himself is not famous, but he has a prominent reputation in the culinary world, and the Dongpo meat he makes is a unique one." ”

If you want to hear about Su Shi's name and Su Dongpo's name, Zhao Lao Er will live for at least another hundred years, Wen Ke doesn't think that Zhao Lao Er can have this opportunity.

The corners of Zhao Kuangyin's mouth twitched slightly: "Wen Qing, do you mean that the character who made such poems is just a cook?" ”

Wen arched his hand and saluted: "Your Majesty is wise." ”

Zhao Kuangyin's expression showed a little regret and said: "Wen Qing, the poem "Man Jianghong, Angry Hair Rushing to the Crown" that you taught and sung by the students of Wenhua Academy is also a superb work, and it is rare that it is not from Wen Qing's hand? ”

Wen Gong Shi Li reported: "Yes, Your Majesty, this poem is not written by Wei Chen. ”

Zhao Kuangyin asked with an unhappy expression: "Then who wrote this poem?" ”

Wen bowed his hand again and said, "Back to Your Majesty, the author of this poem is an anonymous person, but he pretended to be a soldier named Yue Fei and published it. ”

Zhao Kuangyin frowned slightly and said, "Pretending, why?" Such a masterpiece can become famous without pretending. ”

Wen explained: "This may be able to sell this poem for more money." ”

"It's insulting." Zhao Kuangyin said angrily. took a deep breath, calmed down the anger that erupted, and continued to ask: "The poem "Qingyu Case, Yuan Xi" written by Wen Qing in Baihualou, it seems that it is not written by Wen Qing now?" ”

Wen said with a slight smile on his face: "Your Majesty is wise, this poem is not written by Wei Chen, but by an angry youth." ”

"Angry youth...... What does this mean? Zhao Kuangyin wondered.

"Angry young people are cynical people who don't like anything, and they want to improve their family and country, but in the end they can't even improve their own situation." Wen explained succinctly.

"To be able to write such a masterpiece of poetry can be regarded as a promising person among the indignant youth." Zhao Kuangyin said helplessly: "Oh, by the way, why is this angry young man famous?" ”

"Back to Your Majesty, this person's name is Xin Qiji." Wen said.

Zhao Kuangyin sighed slightly: "I have never heard of such a person who wants to contribute to his family and country, and I have never heard of his name, which is really my dereliction of duty." ”

Wen bowed his hand and comforted: "Your Majesty don't have to be sad, there are countless people in the world who want to contribute to the family and the country, such as the carp crossing the river." Weichen thinks that it is useless to only talk about ideals, and in the end it can only be reduced to fantasy. Only step by step to practice, to struggle, for the goal of the family and the country, even if it is just a small step of oneself, it is more than a hundred times stronger than empty ideals. ”

"Wen Qing's family, what he said is very true." Zhao Kuangyin adjusted his sullen mood and said: "Since the previous poems are not written by Wen Qing, then this poem "Farewell Outside the Long Pavilion" must have been written by Wen Qing's family, right?" ”

"Back to Your Majesty, this poem is actually not written by Wei Chen, but by a monk." Wen said sincerely.

Zhao Kuangyin's face showed anger and said: "A monk, a person who turns into an outsider, knows what kind of love and parting." Wen Qing, the crime of bullying the king is not something you can bear. ”

Wen immediately bowed his hand and said: "Weichen doesn't dare, please Your Majesty to be clear." Before this person became a monk, his name was Li Shutong, and his legal name was Hongyi. ”

Zhao Kuangyin saw and heard that there was a name and surname, although he had doubts in his heart, but it was not good to attack immediately, and sneered slightly: "My Great Song Dynasty is really full of talents, even cooks, liars, splashers, and monks can make masterpieces that have been sung through the ages."

Presumably Wen Qing, a young man, composes a poem to praise my Great Song Dynasty, and he will definitely come easily. ”

Zhao Lao Er was really angry when he heard it, and his good mood was completely destroyed, and in front of a group of rebel generals, he just showed the invincible military might of the Great Song Dynasty. Now I want to show off my prosperity again, but I was heard that a large group of nobodies who were not four or six were heard.

Looking at Zhao Laoer's cold black face at the moment, he knew that this time he was playing big and swept the emperor's face, and his only fate was to become a dead man's face. (To be continued.) )