Chapter 593 White Clouds are empty for a thousand years

After someone confirmed Lu Heng's identity again, the entire Yellow Crane Tower suddenly boiled. Templars,

Everyone was excited and there was an uproar.

"What do you shout, what kind of system?" On the side, Li Dehui's eyes widened, looking at this group of rabble with hatred, and shouted angrily.

However, he seemed to have forgotten that when he saw Yanyunwei downstairs just now, he seemed to be more excited than these scholars.

was shouted by the governor, and those excited and somewhat crazy students realized how impolite they were to judge the emperor's character just now.

I was nervous in my heart, for fear that the emperor would be angry.

"Don't hurry up and salute your lordship!" Li Dehui kept a straight face, and angrily reprimanded these stupid geese who had never seen the world. However, this guy is happy in his heart.

The legendary figure of the Great Zhou, the commander of the three armies, actually arrived in Wuchang, and in front of so many people, he showed an extraordinary relationship with himself.

Li Dehui's reminder also unmistakably confirmed Lu Heng's identity.

The students were shocked in their hearts, their eyes were full of admiration and respect, and they looked at the emperor with a helpless smile beside the governor. After taking a deep breath, Qi Qi bowed down and saluted: "Student, I've seen the emperor!" ”

Seeing the blazing eyes of so many students on him, Lu Heng shook his head helplessly, with a wry smile on the corner of his mouth, turned his head, and glanced at Li Dehui, who was secretly happy.

Seeing that the emperor didn't seem to like it, Li Dehui's dead pig was not afraid of boiling water, so he smiled. Then he took a step back, his face was full of respect, he bowed respectfully and bowed, and said in a deep voice: "Xiaguan, meet the marshal!" ”

Now, Lu Heng's identity is already known to everyone. Therefore, Li Dehui can't maintain the attitude just now.

Lu Heng glared at Li Dehui fiercely, then looked at the dozens of literati in front of him, cleared his throat, and said lightly: "Get up!" ”

"Thank you, sir!" The students sang in unison, and then straightened up.

The eyes of the students are still hot. In the Holy Hall, many people smirked and looked at Lu Heng happily. That gaze, like a lover's gaze, never gets tired of looking at it.

On the side, Li Dehui's eyes rolled, coughed, and respectfully bowed his hand to Lu Heng: "It is an honor for us to arrive in Hubei. Now, it happens to be in time for the Yellow Crane Tower party. Can adults appreciate the light and write poems for the Yellow Crane Tower. Let me Wuchang Yellow Crane Tower, famous, famous all over the world? ”

After Li Dehui spoke out, he was immediately echoed by others.

Regardless of the extraordinary status of the emperor, just from the article, the fame of the emperor is in the Great Zhou, no one knows, no one knows.

Many poems written by Lord Lu have been sung all over the Great Zhou. To this day, it is still talked about.

Even in the scholarly circle, many people call the emperor of the current dynasty a word saint, in order to describe the extraordinary talent and profound attainments of Lord Lu in poetry.

If Lord Lu can really compose poems for 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 fact that the emperor came to Wuchang and personally taught the local students would also spread throughout the Great Zhou.

When the time comes, the fame of Wuchang students, who have been forgotten for many years, will also rise.

Thinking of this, the eyes of many students became more intense.

"You did it on purpose!" Lu Heng stretched out his hand, pulled Li Dehui in front of him, and asked through gritted teeth.

"Minister, oh no, the lower officials are afraid!" Li Dehui lowered his head tremblingly and replied in a low voice.

Damn, it's kind of like that. Lu Heng secretly scolded this guy in his heart for driving ducks to the shelves.

Seeing many people staring at themselves in amazement, it seemed that they were puzzled by such rude movements. Lu Heng laughed, loosened Li Dehui's collar casually, and at the end, carefully smoothed the wrinkles on Li Dehui's official robe.

"Lu Lang, why don't you write a poem too?" At this time, Liu Qingqing walked over slowly, bit her lip lightly, hesitated for a moment, raised her head, and said softly with an expectant look in her beautiful eyes.

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 proud side. ，

I just looked at those students, and I was sprinkling ink and writing. Although Liu Qingqing didn't say it, he was still looking forward to Lu Heng being able to make a splash.

On the side, Li Dehui saw that after Mrs. Lu spoke, he saw that there was an opportunity, and quickly nodded and said, "Madame's words are reasonable!" ”

"Master Lu, if you compose a poem, it should be regarded as a monument to our students in Wuchang. Let these guys take a good look, what is called someone outside the people, and there are mountains outside the mountains. Lest these calves read two broken books and think that they are invincible in the world! Li Dehui said bitterly, his mouth was chapped.

Lu Heng looked at Li Dehui, who had a dry mouth, and then looked at the students around him who were studying hard in the cold window, hesitated, nodded with a smile: "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 too ignorant for me not to agree?" Lu Heng glared at him and scolded with a smile.

Li Dehui scratched his head, simply pretended to be stupid, and smirked.

Subsequently, without Lu Heng's explanation, those students prepared pen, ink, paper, and inkstone.

Lu Heng picked up the pen, but he didn't drop the end of the pen, and said with a smile: "It's better to write it in Miss Li's small notebook." Since today is Miss Li's birthday, it should be a birthday gift! ”

When Li Dehui heard this, he was taken aback, and hurriedly waved his hand and said, "How dare the villain!" ”

"It's not for you, how dare you!" Lu Heng glanced at him, turned his head, looked at Miss Li with a smile in his eyes, and said, "How?" ”

Seeing her father's constant glance at herself, Miss Li hesitated for a moment, then bit her lip, raised her head, smiled, and readily agreed: "Okay, that little woman has thanked the adults for their favor!" ”

Li Dehui sighed when he saw that his daughter agreed, his face full of disappointment.

"Master, what kind of expression do you have? The emperor can leave this poem for Shuang'er, in fact, it means that Master Lu remembers the original human feelings? Beside her, the beautiful woman shook Li Dehui's arm and said softly: "Besides, with this poem by the emperor, in the future, who in the court will dare to say that your big words are not half a frame?" ”

Li Dehui shook his head and sighed, he also knew what it meant. Secretly glanced at the emperor on the side, and said in a low voice: "That's the case. However, sir, I hope that Lord Lu will not return this favor! ”

The beautiful woman was stunned for a moment, then snickered and grabbed Li Dehui's arm, and said angrily: "You are not enough to swallow an elephant!" ”

After glancing at her master, the beautiful woman secretly glanced at Lu Heng and said in a low voice: "Judging from the concubine, Lord Lu is definitely not the kind of ungrateful person, even if she returns your favor today, if you have something in the future, she will definitely help!" ”

Li Dehui sighed, shook his head and said, "Master, am I the kind of brazen person? ”

The beautiful woman pursed her lips, gave him a blank look, and said no more. It's just that the hand that grabbed Li Dehui's arm used a little strength.

When 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, those students also gathered over one after another, looking forward to watching the emperor's performance. The Songzhu monk who was sitting on the side and pretended to be high was embarrassed and ashamed at this time. After hesitating for a moment, he finally gritted his teeth and stepped forward.

Lu Heng pondered for a moment, with a calm smile on his face, took a deep breath, and dropped the end of the pen on the snow-white paper.

Li Meng, who was standing on the side, breathed and whispered the title of the poem: "Yellow Crane Tower"

The poem written by Lu Heng is the Tang Dynasty poet, Cui Hao's "Yellow Crane Tower", this poem is famous through the ages, and is regarded as a peerless masterpiece among the many poems of the Yellow Crane Tower. It is rumored that even Li Bai, the cattle man in Tang poetry, was in awe when he arrived at the Yellow Crane Tower and saw this poem, and wrote the verse "There is a scene in front of me, and Cui Hao's inscription poem is above", which shows that this poem has an unattainable status in the hearts of literati and artists.

Li Meng was slightly puzzled in his heart. raised his head and glanced at Lu Heng secretly. My heart is still excited. Then, set his sights on the paper. After seeing Lu Heng start another line, he realized that he had just taken the title of the poem as the beginning because he was too nervous.

When I was laughing at the fact that my heart was not quiet, Lu Heng's pen strokes wandered, and the first sentence of the poem had already jumped on the paper.

"In the past, people have taken the yellow crane to go, and the yellow crane tower is vacant here."

At the beginning, the writing begins with the atmosphere of myths and legends, which shows that the poems are majestic and have the meaning of a thousand miles. After Li Meng saw this sentence, his heart was stirred, and his body trembled slightly under the excitement.

After taking a deep breath and forcibly suppressing the agitation in his heart, Li Meng's eyes were full of excitement, and he continued to look at the wandering pen end of the emperor's master.

Lu Heng's eyes were calm, his expression was natural, his heart moved at will, and the brush in his hand was like a god, moving lightly and sensitively on the paper. A delicate and powerful Xiaokai, with the fragrance of ink, came to the face.

"The yellow crane is gone, and the white clouds are empty for thousands of years."

Li Meng clenched his fists nervously and read word by word. I'm afraid that I will accidentally pronounce a wrong word. desecrated the perfect mood of the poem.

The departure of the yellow crane and the precipitation of history, only the clouds in the sky are still the same, and the river is still the same. It's really a great spirit, an excellent artistic conception!

Li Meng felt nostalgic for history, and his heart was slightly stunned. Turning his head and looking at the emperor beside him, who was holding the pen and writing, Li Mengxinyue gave a subdued thumbs up, and continued to look at the end of the pen in Lu Heng's hand.

Lu Heng's face was calm, and he read softly in his mouth: "Qingchuan calendar Hanyang tree, fragrant grass and parrot island." ”

Li Meng, who was beside him, didn't hear clearly, and was about to ask. was lightly touched by Li Shuangshuang, who walked to his side at some point. Turning his head, he took a look. Seeing Li Shuangshuang smile lightly, he stretched out his hand and pointed to the paper.

Oh! Li Meng woke up like a dream. It turned out that Shuang'er was afraid that she would disturb the emperor's thoughts.

Li Meng nodded and refocused his gaze on the paper.

After seeing the sentence that had just been written, "Qingchuan calendar Hanyang tree, fragrant grass and parrot island", Li Meng stroked his palm and praised: "What a contrasting technique, the end is full of anger!" ”

Beside them, those students, after hearing this noise, all looked at each other angrily.

Li Meng blushed, and knew that he was out of shape, so he smiled apologetically, and then pointed to the emperor who was bent over and writing the table.

The students glared at him, and then gathered around again to watch the emperor's performance.

When the last sentence "Where is the sunset township, the Yanbo River makes people sad." After stopping the pen, Lu Heng straightened his waist, glanced at the poem he wrote, smiled a little strangely, and handed the pen to Liu Qingqing beside him.

Behind him, Mr. Songzhu picked up the book, glanced at the poem on it, touched his beard, and praised it with a happy surrender: "This poem is in one place, I'm afraid there will be no more poems in the Yellow Crane Tower!" ”

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