Wang Qi's request for poems ended in vain, the generals drank more enthusiastically, Yun Ye, Li Chengqian needed to run around with the wine jar, obviously there were waiters in the restaurant, Li Er wanted to let a few young people do these things.

Xue Wancheng took the opportunity to seize Yun Ye and said: "Brother, you also make a poem for me, Your Majesty married my sister-in-law to me, I heard that he is a person who likes poetry, and he wants to listen to it well." In the end, if it was my brother who did it, I would be grateful. “

When the eldest grandson Wuji heard Xue Wancheng's request, he squatted next to see how Yun Ye made a good poem, he still didn't believe that he could make a popular poem in this way, and he hadn't seen a few good works handed down for thousands of years.

looked around and found that Li Er was whispering to Li Jing, Lao Cheng was teaching his son, Li Huairen was bored leaning on the pillar and digging his nostrils, and he saw him flick his nose droppings, so he didn't know where he went, tonight's feast, if he killed Yun Ye, he wouldn't eat another bite.

"Lao Xue, we are brothers, we must help with this little favor, where were you stationed a while ago? Let's write poems about the border pass, so that Princess Danyang may be favored by you, but after the poem is written, the banquet on the painting boat on the Qujiang River is indispensable. “

"This is natural, if you come to make a wedding for my brother, a one-year banquet, my brother and I will cover it all." This bastard is obviously not a fool, now the women in Chang'an are ruthless and poisonous to men, and the one who is a concubine is not a man with a blue nose and a swollen face, what about a fool? Li Chengqian's concubine didn't do anything. I have offended several princesses, and if I dare to go, my life will not be guaranteed.

"You're so beautiful, find someone with rough skin and thick flesh to be beaten, I won't go, helping you compose poetry is already the limit."

Seeing that Yun Ye was not fooled. Xue Wanche had no choice but to say angrily: "Okay, I don't know who took the lead, others didn't suffer like this before." Let's write a sentence about Liangzhou. ”

"You've been to Liangzhou, I haven't experienced it, tell me what you have, and I'll finish it for you as soon as possible." I'll take a break too. ”

"What else is there in Liangzhou except sand, when the wind blows, it can fly to the clouds, it is such a lonely city, surrounded by black mountains, horses can't climb up, you look at it."

"Then the yellow sand is far away among the white clouds, a lonely city surrounded by mountains, what do you think?" Yun Ye saw that the eldest grandson Wuji was peeking, and Wang Jue also pricked up his ears and eavesdropped. Deliberately misspelled a few words.

"Well, it's a good poem when you hear it." Listening to Xue Wanche, a rough man praising the vernacular-like poems, the eldest grandson Wuji really couldn't stand it and interjected: "The old man thinks that it is better to change one to a piece, and it is more magnificent to change the mountains on all sides to a thousand mountains." “

Xue Wanche laughed and said: "Qianren Mountain is really better than Simian Mountain, why don't we just write about Wanren Mountain, Wanren is ten times more than Qianren." ”

Yun Ye praised some with his thumbs up, and quickly changed it into a lonely city and ten thousand mountains. The eldest grandson Wuji also had to admit that Xue Wanche's nonsense was really very imposing. However, the momentum is written to the extreme, and it depends on how these two Sven scum come back.

"Lao Xue, the momentum is enough, but we can't write any further, and if we write another 100,000 yuan, we will destroy this poem, so write something else. What do you do in the military? “

"I usually practice martial arts and drink, and the soldiers sometimes blow the flute to the sound of Ula Ula, which angers Lao Tzu, so they smoke it with wicker branches. It's good to smoke a few times, you don't know, the wicker in Liangzhou is strong and tough, the common people take it to weave back baskets, and it is very good to smoke people, the willow tree germinates late, and the thing can be used for half a year, and it becomes brittle as soon as it sprouts, which is not good. “

"The beaten soldiers don't blame you?"

"Complain about a fart, and then complain about Lao Tzu and beat him." Xue Wanche drank a big bowl of wine arrogantly, and pulled Yun Ye to tell the way of leading troops, when the general said it was simple, a mighty word was exhausted, the army is full of killing talents, if you are soft, he will be hard, in short, leading the soldiers with one word "beat" two words "beat" and "beat" to beat him until he is obedient, so that he will vent his anger on the enemy's head, and only when he fights can he move forward bravely.

Although Yun Ye thought that doing this would give him more chance of being attacked by dark arrows than encouraging the morale of the army, in order to make up the verses, he praised it with his thumb, and also hugged his fists and said that he was taught, and then wrote on the paper, why should Qiang Di complain about the willows, the spring breeze is not the iron gate.

After I finished writing, I was slapped in the back of the head, and Lao Cheng said angrily: "What nonsense, the iron gate is closed in Yanqi, it should be the Yumen Pass, and it is a shame to be the commander like this." “

Yun Ye hurriedly changed the Iron Gate Pass to the Jade Gate Pass, Cheng Biting Jin gave up, and the eldest grandson Wuji sat back in his seat with a pale face without saying a word, it seemed that he was choked by the blow.

"Yun Ye, you guys have pieced together something and brought it to me to see." Finding out that there was a dispute, Li Er stopped talking to Li Jing, and saw that Yun Ye, Xue Wanche, Cheng Biting Jin and others were piecing together words and sentences again, and they were curious, so they wanted to come over to take a look.

The paper was messily painted with black bumps, and he frowned and read it out: "The yellow sand is far above the white clouds, a lonely city and ten thousand mountains, good poetry, good spirit." “

Xue Wanche hurried up and said to Li Er: "Your Majesty, this Wanren Mountain was thought up by Weichen, and the two words in front of it are the eldest grandson's hahaha." “

Cheng Yanjin also held the wine bowl and said: "The three words of Yumen Pass were contributed by the old minister. After speaking, he and Wei Chigong had a bowl.

Li Er gritted his teeth and continued to read: "Why should Qiang Di complain about Yang Liu? The spring breeze does not pass the jade gate? Xue Wanche, do you also know "Folding Willows"? ”

"I know, Weichen just folded Yang Liu to beat those flute-playing sergeants, and beat them until they didn't dare to complain."

"Why should Qiang Di complain about the willows, this is what this poem means?" Li Er's voice raised an octave.

Yun Ye, Xue Wanche, and Cheng Biting Jin nodded together, and even the bitterly smiling eldest grandson Wuji nodded and admitted, and said to the emperor: "Your Majesty, the meaning of this poem is that the sand flies into the sky, the lonely city is surrounded by high mountains, and the soldiers who play the flute disturb people's dreams, so they dare not complain when they are pumped by the willow branches, and the spring breeze can't reach the Yumen Pass, and the strong and tough willow branches can always be used as whips to whip people." Majesty, don't think about it too much, its original meaning is this, and it has nothing to do with the artistic conception of the song. ”

Lao Wang Jue drank a big bowl of wine, hid his face and wept, Fang Xuanling, Du Ruyan was stunned, Li Er tore the paper and shredded it, stepped on two feet again, and then kicked over the table, and said to Duan Hong: "Drive back to the palace." “

The generals sent the emperor and the ministers out, and then returned to the restaurant, prepared pen and ink, and began to write their own poems......

Li Er, who returned to the palace, was still irritable, and the poetry he was proud of was not as good as a few reckless men, which made Li Er, who was extremely arrogant in self-esteem, bearable.

What a beautiful poem, "Liangzhou Ci" yellow sand far above the white clouds, a lonely city of ten thousand mountains, why should the Qiang Di complain about the willows, the spring breeze does not pass the jade gate.

The first two sentences are written in the city surrounded by the desert mountains how majestic and magnificent, making people's hearts full of pride, the last two sentences are lingering, telling the soldiers blowing "folding willows" in nostalgia for their hometown, desolate and majestic, grief and nostalgia, intertwined, scene blending, absolutely a rare masterpiece, even if it becomes a peerless chapter in the future, he is not surprised, but when he thinks of the explanation given to him by the eldest grandson Wuji, he has a feeling of vomiting.

Brush the flat paper with a paperweight, dipped in thick ink, and re-transcribe it on the paper, he wrote a good hand flying white, the poem is a good poem, the word is a good word, the two complement each other, but every time I look at it, I feel more lost.

"Ah, this poem was written by His Majesty? The momentum is majestic, and tactful a hundred times, good poetry, good poetry, His Majesty Xià can be called the master of poetry and literature, and the concubine body framed this character and collected it into the treasure house. “

The eldest grandson is wearing a gauze robe, and the blue chest trowel is looming, as long as the eldest grandson is dressed like this on weekdays, the two of them will soon go to the harem to sleep.

Today, Li Er didn't have the slightest desire, sat behind the case and looked at the eldest grandson and said: "If I tell you that this poem is actually bullshit, it is just the result of piling up, queen, do you believe it?" “

The eldest grandson, who was about to put away the words, was stunned for a moment, then smiled again, covered his mouth and said to Li Er: "Your Majesty deceived the concubine again, who has the ability to pile up such words, and has the ability to pile up another poem for the concubine to see." “

Li Er sighed, picked up the pen and wrote on the paper the Lanling wine tulips, the jade bowl filled with amber light, but the host could get drunk, and he didn't know where his hometown was. After writing, he pushed the paper to the eldest grandson and sat on the chair himself sulking.

"Who did it?" The eldest grandson's voice immediately sharpened, and he asked Li Er angrily.

"Yun Ye wrote, Cheng Biting Jin, Xue Wanche, Wuji also made up a few words, and it became this picture, whoever dares to show off poetry in front of me in the future, will beat me out with a stick, I now doubt that those beautiful texts in ancient times are also made like this, if it is true, the millennium Wenhua is a big joke."

After listening to Li Er's story, the eldest grandson found that Yun Ye's shadow was always dangling in the middle of the incident, nodded thoughtfully, picked up a bowl of porridge and put it in front of Li Er, and said: "Your Majesty, rest assured, these poems are definitely good poems, they will not be the result of any pile-up, they are really excellent works, and the concubine is sure that this is Yun Ye playing tricks."

You forget jì He has a discipline that specializes in how to talk to people, Cheng Biting Jin, Xue Wanche can't make such poems even if he has been reading books for thirty years, and there is only one person in the world who can make it, that is Yun Ye's immortal master, how can you forget jì You still have a piece of "Abang Gong Fu" in your hand There is this strange text at the bottom, and the concubine believes that these poems are the works of his immortal master.

Hmph, let Cheng bite Jin in an inducing way, Xue Wanche spoke along the path he arranged, and then pretended to be a bit more pretentious, adding to His Majesty, it must be so, you punished him again today? “

Li Er hurriedly took out a scroll from the sea of Wen who was loaded with the scroll, opened it and looked at it, put the scroll down, and said to the eldest grandson: "I have settled on the thousand boards of this little bastard." (To be continued.) )

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