The words of the poet-idiot old man were loud, most of the readers in Ganzhou nodded lightly, with a look of shame on their faces, Zhang Wankong may be suspicious, but Zhang Longxiang does not have a tendency to go against the species, even the poet-idiot old man said so, then he should reflect deeply.

Some people in the Lumen Army lowered their heads slightly, but some generals gritted their teeth, but they didn't expect that even the famous poet and idiot old man would help Zhujiang Hou.

Wei Changxian was secretly shocked, these two sentences "The humble did not dare to forget the country, and the matter must still be closed" is too unusual, once this poem can really control the country, the reader will inevitably be affected, so that Zhang Longxiang may not be a reverse species.

The poetry of the human race has always had power.

Wei Changxian's brows furrowed, trying his best to think of a way to fight back.

The poet idiot old man continued: "The neck couplet 'Heaven and Earth All Saints Fu Temple Society, Jinghua Father and Elder Wanghe Luan'. Among the six arts of the gentleman, there are 'Ming and Luan', and Luantong and Luan, which refer to driving, and even refer to the royal driver's personal expedition. The people of Jingzhou City are looking forward to the saints protecting the rivers and mountains, and they are also looking forward to the king of Chu being able to recover the lost land. ”

"The tail couplet" out of the teacher a table through the present and the ancient, in the middle of the night to pick up the lamp to look more carefully' pen stroke, from thousands of miles away from the capital back to the front, at this time even if the poet has a ravine, but also can only pick the lamp to read the eternal "teacher table". In the last two sentences, you can also see that Zhang Longxiang hopes that the king of Chu will give up his previous suspicions and trust him like Liu Bei trusts Zhuge Semi-Sage, and he, Zhang Longxiang, will definitely follow Zhuge Half-Sage and make contributions to the Chu State. ”

"Mr. Poet Idiot is thoughtful, and as soon as you get out of the horse, you can prevent others from interpreting poems indiscriminately. "Ganzhou prefect said.

The poet-idiot old man sighed: "I haven't experienced the beginning of a good poem for a long time, this poem is too sad and angry, and the personal feelings are very heavy, which is not good for the whole poem. But after it spreads, within 10 years, it will inevitably become a town! The old man's ambition when he was young was completed by Zhang Longxiang, and if he had the opportunity, he would definitely thank him. The sentence in this poem, 'The humble did not dare to forget the country', should become a famous aphorism for readers. Lord Prefect, I don't think it's as good as starting tomorrow, let the academies in Ganzhou hang this article. ”

The prefect of Ganzhou smiled and said: "Yes, this poem is written in Ganzhou, and I am honored to be the people of Ganzhou." It is necessary to educate young students. ”

The faces of the generals of the Lumen army were very unsightly, and the people of Ganzhou felt that their faces were bright, but their generals of the Lumen army were miserable, and the poem "Outside the mountain, Qingshan Building, Wailou, when will the singing and dancing of the Dongjiang River be closed?" The warm wind smoked the tourists drunk, and Ganzhou was made Liuzhou" with this poem, which was enough to make the young students of Ganzhou disgusted with the Lumen Army.

One person suddenly said: "Why is this poem not on the list?"

The poet-idiot old man smiled and said: "If a person produces a good poetry article in a row, the literary list will generally be strictly reviewed, and even the great Confucian Pavilion elder in the Holy Courtyard will be used." After the approval of the Great Confucian, it will be on the list, and if even the Great Confucian can't make up his mind, it will be ruled by the Eastern Sage. ”

"There must be some people in the Holy Courtyard who are not reconciled. The prefect of Ganzhou smiled.

The Ganzhou scholar immediately chuckled. Suddenly, he raised his eyebrows, the Confucian literary world has always been pressed by the Shengyuan Continent, and today two good poems were published in a row, which really fought for the readers of the Confucian literary world.

Some of the officers of the Lumen Army also frowned slightly.

"We'll wait. Look at the title of the poem. ”

The crowd discussed the poem while waiting, but. When this poem appeared on the literary list, the audience was silent.

On the literary list, the title of this poem is "The Second Title of the Lumen Army", which echoes the first poem "The Title of the Lumen Army".

"Zhang Longxiang, this is going to burn the jade with the Lumen Army......" a young jinshi muttered quietly.

"This feud is really great. ”

"Heh, the dignified Zhujiang Marquis can't even participate in the banquet, Lumen Jun is the first year of junior high school, don't blame Zhang Longxiang for being the fifteenth!"

"Forget it, we don't get involved in the affairs between them, just poetry!" said an old man.

The prefect of Ganzhou immediately smiled and said: "Today, don't talk about enmity and hatred, only about poetry!"

As soon as the words fell, the sound of the third tongue blooming spring thunder exploded in the sky above Ganzhou City.

"Three questions Lumen Army!"

The expressions of the people in the audience became extremely strange, and they all looked at the place where the generals of the Lumen Army were sitting.

Some of the generals were red with shame, some were red with anger, and no one kept their composure except for the Marquis of Lumen.

"It's endless!" Wei Changxian said angrily in a low voice.

Then the voice continued to recite the poem.

"The map of Zeguo's entry into the war,

What a plan for the people, Le Qiao Su.

With the king's words, the king's affairs,

One will be a success!"

The last sentence is recited, as if there are ten thousand bones besieging the city, the murderous atmosphere is pervasive, the death intention is soaring, the whole Ganzhou city is like a winter field, a dead silence, chickens and dogs do not crow, after a long time, the city is full of children's cries.

"Sideways hard words!" the poet-idiot old man suddenly sighed.

However, the rest of the readers kept their mouths shut, which was really not good, because it was said earlier that they only talked about poetry regardless of grievances, but if they discussed this poem, they would definitely not be able to avoid grievances.

After a long while, the poet-idiot old man smiled and said, "Since no one speaks, then the old man should be this wicked person!"

The generals of the Lumen army all changed color, and they didn't know what to say at all, because this poem was more heart-wrenching than the first one, and Wei Changxian gritted his teeth and gurgled.

"In this "Three Topics Lumen Army", the first sentence of 'Zeguo Jiangshan Entering the War' is magnificent, and the person who made this sentence must have an extraordinary mind. Reading this sentence alone, I saw that the land of the dense waterways in the south of the Yangtze River was included in the war map, which was very heroic, but it was connected to the second sentence, and the poetry changed greatly. ”

"As for the third sentence 'sealing the king with the king's words', I don't know whether it is exhortation or sarcasm, as for whether it should be understood as 'please don't say anything about accumulating military merits to seal the king', or whether it should be understood as 'a general like you who doesn't care about the life and death of the soldiers is not worthy of talking about the king', you are at your own convenience. As for the last sentence, 'one general achieves ten thousand bones', there should be no ambiguity in the poetic meaning, and it should be 'because the deeds of each general are made up of the white bones of thousands of soldiers'. ”

The poet-idiot old man sighed: "Ten years in prison has created great talents in the literary world. The first question is 'outside the mountain, the green mountain building outside the building', the second question is 'the humble person does not dare to forget the country', and the third question is 'one will succeed in ten thousand bones', which is really like 'hard words in the sky', which is shocking. Thousands of years later, even if the three poems are all in town, the old man is not surprised. A good 'one will succeed in ten thousand bones', just this sentence, there is the wind of the town. ”

After the poet old man finished speaking, he lowered his head and pondered carefully.

The prefect of Ganzhou said with a smile: "Your old sentence of 'hard words in the sky' is also a rare good sentence, which echoes Zhang Mingzhou's poems. ”

The poet-obsessed old man was so obsessed that he didn't say a word.

The prefect of Ganzhou didn't care, and Yu Guang found that the scholar Xun Tianling was like a poet-idiot old man, staring at the page of poetry he had just written, and sighed from time to time.

"In today's world, the only person who can speak with Zhang Longxiang on the same day is Fang Xusheng. It's just that Fang Xusheng's poems are not so sad and angry, nor are they so ...... As the poet-idiot old man said, there is no such 'hard talk'. Xun Tianling said.

The poet-idiot old man smiled: "That's natural, Fang Xusheng is young after all, and he has insufficient military experience, so he is not as good as the Zhujiang Marquis who is a military heirloom in this regard." ”.

(To be continued.) )