After that, it was Cai Yong who played freely, he was a great Confucian, and every sentence was extraordinary.

Liu Xiexin said: It's just to read out the launching ceremony of a cultural meeting, why do you need to make it so literary.

Countless literati looked at Cai Yong, that time out of sincere worship, but Liu Xie listened to it with a big head, if this special one gets on the manuscript, I am afraid that there will be tens of thousands of words.

He frowned slightly, now, it is the selection of officials, and more importantly, they must have the ability to adapt and learn quickly, whether the literary talent is higher or lower, he doesn't care at all.

For example, Cai Yong, although he is a great Confucian admired by scholars all over the world, let him deal with political affairs, but he is overstretched, Liu Xie should not engage in a group of such literati to occupy official positions.

This is undoubtedly digging his own grave, and his brow furrowed even tighter at the thought of this.

No, you can't do what you do!

He frowned, suddenly had an idea, raised his brows slightly, and suddenly got up, everyone looked at him in surprise, and Cai Yong finally finished reading it out at this time.

The corners of Liu Xie's mouth raised, and he said lightly: "Cai Shangshu is brilliantly written, and he is really a master of literature, I admire it very much, but next, I will listen to me say a few words!"

Liu Xie's words, although he said it lightly, but who dared to say no?

So, everyone in the audience stretched their necks and listened attentively.

"The style of my Han Dynasty literature is Fu, which is what everyone here is good at, and it seems easy to distinguish the high and low in the field that everyone is good at, but it is not easy, I have a strategy, it is better to let you distinguish the superior and inferior today, please listen!"

Liu Xie didn't hold a megaphone, but his voice could be heard clearly by everyone, and the majesty contained in it was something that no one dared to despise.

"There is no shortage of chivalrous and courageous people present today, and I have a song "Chivalrous Journey", please comment carefully!"

Immediately, his gaze was suddenly sharp, and with a sonorous sound, a sword was unsheathed.

Liu Xie held the sword, as if he was incarnated as a peerless swordsman, dancing with a sword in his hand, and chanting in his mouth:

"Zhao Keman, Hu Ying, Wu Hook Shuang Xueming. The silver saddle shines on the white horse, like a shooting star.

Kill one person in ten steps, and don't stay for a thousand miles. Brushing off the clothes and going away, hiding deep with the name.

Idle over the letter tomb drink, take off the sword and kneel forward. will scorch Zhu Hai and persuade Hou Huan.

Three cups of Turannuo, Wuyue is light. After the eyes are dazzled and the ears are hot, the spirit is born.

Saving Zhao with the golden mallet, Handan was shocked first. Two strong men in Qianqiu, Xuanhe Daliang City.

The bones of the arson are fragrant, and he is not ashamed of the world. Who can close the book, the white head is too mysterious. ”

"Ding, the system warns that the host has reduced the chance of Li Bai being summoned by one percent because of the theft of Shixian Taibai's poems. ”

Liu Xie couldn't pay attention to the system's prompts, Li Bai, just treat it as a mascot.

He was not ashamed of stealing Li Bai's poems, and stood proudly, as if Juyue stood in heaven and earth.

The sword and the poem are completely compatible, and everyone, whether they understand literature or not, is shocked.

I don't know how to feel it, but I am all impressed.

Liu Xie held the sword in his hand and returned to the sheath with a chic and excellent movement.

Seeing the shock and admiration in the eyes of the people in the audience, Liu Xie was very satisfied.

"What do you think?"

"Is this poetry?"

Cai Yong, Lu Zhi and other Confucians looked at Liu Xie with shocked expressions and asked.

In the Han Dynasty, there was Yuefu, and the poems collected by Yuefu could be sung with tunes.

Your Majesty's song is clearly a poem, but it is different from poetry, but it is different from the poems collected in Yuefu.

Poetry is mostly collected from the folk, mostly folk songs, to put it simply, some are not on the stage, and they are far less important than Fu in the hearts of many literati.

In contemporary times, poetry is far less popular than Fu.

As soon as Liu Xie's poem came out, it amazed everyone and couldn't help but make them fall into contemplation.

Liu Xie nodded to Cai Yong, and then, Liu Xie's eyes rolled again, he felt that he was far from enough to shock everyone.

So, he looked proudly at the sky and stood with his hands in his hands.

Then he looked down.

"The dragon has fallen asleep, and the rivers and mountains are shaken. Drunk lying on the knees of the beauty, awake to the murderous sword. ”

Liu Xie's poem is heroic and domineering, expressing the situation of tyranny.

The meaning of the former sentence is not difficult to understand, the key is the latter sentence.

Drunk and lying on the knees of beautiful women, how to govern the rivers and mountains?

Of course, it depends on talents, and there is no doubt that Your Majesty is thirsty for talents!

And the last sentence is even sharper, and the murderous spirit is fully revealed.

Everyone seems to have seen the birth of a peerless monarch who is decisive and decisive.

After Liu Xie finished speaking, he returned to his seat.

However, the huge scene, crowded with people, is audible of pins falling.

And many literati talents, or heroes of the rivers and lakes, all looked at Liu Xie with hot eyes.

Today, there are many beautiful women and talented women who were hidden in the boudoir in the past, and they also looked at Liu Xie with strange hot eyes.

Even Cai Yong's daughter, Cai Zhaoji, was impressed by Liu Xie.

Her watery eyes turned slightly, the water was hazy, and she didn't know what she was thinking.

And the women behind Liu Xie were like peach blossoms in an instant, and their eyes were full of stars.

I can't wait to jump up and kiss Liu Xie......

The corners of Liu Xie's mouth hooked up an imperceptible arc.

After a long time, Cai Yong asked Liu Xie in shock and awe: "What does Your Majesty mean that today's talented people will win or lose with their poetry attainments?"

Liu Xie nodded, "But it's not just that, you should also do a comprehensive examination from calligraphy and painting, arithmetic, chess skills, etc.!"

Cai Yong held the megaphone again and said to the bottom: "Then, today's first competition will start with poetry, can all the talents present to participate in the competition be ready?"

The talented people looked at each other, hesitating in their hearts.

Poetry is a genre very similar to Fu, and everyone has more or less dabbled in it, but no one is proficient in it.

In the past, most of the people who liked to write poems were frustrated literati, and most of the poems expressed were their feelings of sadness, sorrow and resentment, and the impermanence of life.

Only Liu Xie's poetry today shocked everyone.

At this time, everyone has a lot more interest in poetry, but they are not good at poetry.

However, since everyone is not good at it, it doesn't matter at all.

Many talented people saw that others were sad, but their confidence rose.

Today, there are dozens of literati participating in the competition.

In any case, Liu Xie is the Son of Heaven and the rightful master of the Han Dynasty, he said that he will win or lose with poetry, and naturally no one will object, unless he is cowardly before fighting.

Therefore, these literati bowed their hands to Liu Xie in unison and said, "Obey Your Majesty's orders!"

There are not a few people watching the battle.

Everyone is also thinking about how to compose poetry.

At this time, Cai Yong's arrangement was completely disrupted, but he thought that since Liu Xie made such an order, it must not be a whim.

So he respectfully bowed to Liu Xie; Please ask Your Majesty to come up with the question!"

"Then, with me as the theme, you can play freely, give you a stick of incense, and make a poem for you to comment!"

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