The stars are pouring down, thousands of lights are on, and Ganzhou City tonight is more lively than usual.

At the banquet of the prefect's yamen, everyone was studying "The Lumen Army", and Wei Changxian suddenly sighed: "Everyone, don't fall for the trick of the reverse species!"

"Oh, what does General Wei say about this?" An old man immediately burst into a spring thunder, seemingly questioning, but in fact helping Wei Changxian.

Wei Changxian cleared his throat and said, "Although Zhang Longxiang has no evidence of rebellion, Zhang Wankong has not returned so far, and he is afraid that he will abscond in fear of crime, which everyone knows." This time, the Lumen army went south, and every time the demon barbarians dispatched, Zhang Longxiang could detect in advance, how could he compare with the two scholars of our human race? Not to mention, there is a high-ranking talent of the Xunzi family among us. ”

Everyone nodded, and many people looked at Xun Tianling.

Xun Tianling is in his early forties, with thick eyebrows and a square face, a straight nose and a wide mouth, a resolute face, and a heroic appearance. He sat there, already writing "Title Lumen Army" with pen and paper, bowed his head and thought about it, without saying a word.

Wei Changxian secretly breathed a sigh of relief, since Xun Tianling didn't speak, it meant that he would never participate in Chu's internal affairs, so he didn't have to worry too much.

"The Lumen army went south this time, gathering the manpower and material resources of the Chu State, just to capture the Lianshan Pass. And now, when we are harassed by the barbarian king and the situation is critical, after all, it is the barbarian king, not some kind of local chicken and tile! Everyone in the army knows that we may all die at the hands of the barbarian king! However, in order to boost the morale of the army and to show our confidence to the people of Chu and to the king of Chu, we will participate in this dinner! But when it comes to Zhang Longxiang's mouth, he has become a man who listens to songs, watches dances, and travels in the mountains and rivers.

"That's true. The old man chimed in.

"What's more, I even suspect that Zhang Longxiang wrote this poem to suppress the morale of our army!"

Many nodded slightly.

"Lord Marshal, please punish Zhang Longxiang severely, this person can't stay!" Wei Changxian immediately turned around and saluted Lumen Hou.

The banquet was silent. Everyone looked at Lumenhou.

Lumen Hou smiled slightly and said: "The dragon elephant is talented, it is a happy event, but it is suspected of being a reverse species, which needs to be discussed." I believe that so far the Marquis of Zhujiang has not rebelled, not so much that he is attacking, but complaining, at most he wants revenge. ”

Everyone's hearts were cold, this Lumen Hou is really not a fuel-efficient lamp, why did Zhang Longxiang take revenge? To whom did he take revenge? Naturally, it was not just to Lumen Hou or Gou Bao. Even more to take revenge on the King of Chu!

"The last general thinks that if Zhang Longxiang is not severely punished, it is not enough to set the hearts of the army!" Wei Changxian said loudly.

Lumen Hou said unhappily: "Stop this matter, don't mention it again, it's a banquet now, if we deal with Zhang Longxiang for such things, wouldn't we be narrow-minded villains like him?"

"If an adult can hold the boat in his belly, he will admire and know his mistakes. Wei Changxian immediately retreated.

The generals in the army saw this scene. I secretly sighed in my heart, no wonder Wei Changxian was deeply favored by the Marquis of Lumen, and in just a few words, he reduced Zhang Longxiang to the mud and lifted the Marquis of Lumen to the sky.

"So. The banquet continued......" Before the Ganzhou prefect finished speaking, another voice of spring thunder sounded.

"The sick bones are fragmented, the gauze hat is wide, and the lonely minister is thousands of miles away.

The humble did not dare to forget the country, and the matter must still be closed.

Heaven and earth saints support the temple society. Jinghua's father and old man hope and Luan.

The teacher has a table through the present and the ancient, and the lights are more carefully seen in the middle of the night. ”

As soon as this poem came out, everyone was shocked.

Xun Tianling wrote the whole poem quickly. Then he looked at the poem and muttered to himself: "The humble did not dare to forget the country, the humble did not dare to forget the country, rare!

The prefect of Ganzhou rolled his eyes and sighed: "Whether the Marquis of Zhujiang is suspected of reversing the species or not, it has nothing to do with the poem. Since the banquet resembles a literary meeting, and the official has also invited the Marquis of Zhujiang, then this poem is even if it was written at the banquet in Ganzhou. Who's commenting?"

The faces of the generals of the Lumen Army changed slightly, and Wei Changxian scolded in his heart, the invitation of the Ganzhou prefect was rejected before, and he didn't say a word, obviously knowing the severity, but now two good poems suddenly appeared in a row, and the meaning of the banquet must be different.

An old jinshi immediately said: "The old man loves this poem very much, and I hope that the prefect will give the old man a chance." ”

Wei Changxian looked at the old Jinshi, even more angry, the old Jinshi gave the nickname of the poet idiot, in the early years of Tianzong genius, because of the great love of poetry, as a result of the delay in the imperial examination, over forty years before the Jinshi, after the age of forty, he completely gave up the Confucian holy way, concentrated on the study of poetry.

Although the poet-idiot old man is over ninety years old, his body is still tough, and he himself once said that he has not seen the literary world come out of the world, and he will never laugh into Jiuquan.

In the literary world of Confucius, the person who wrote the most poems in Mingzhou was this poet-idiot old man, who wrote eleven poems in Mingzhou.

In his early years, the ambition of the poet idiot was to become the first person in the Confucian literary world to make a poem about the country, but unfortunately it has been difficult to complete.

Wei Changxian wanted to stop appreciating this poem, but as soon as the poet-idiot old man came forward, he could only keep his mouth shut, the poet-idiot old man's name was too big, his disciples were all over the Chu State, and there were even two scholars, and even several great Confucians gave disciple salutes when they saw him.

The generals of the Lumen Army looked at each other, and finally shook their heads slightly.

"Please appreciate this poem!" The prefect of Ganzhou immediately went over in person and helped the poet-idiot old man to the front of the banquet venue.

The poet-idiot old man stood in place, looking up at the night sky, silent for a long time, and everyone at the banquet waited quietly, the more they waited, the more curious they became.

After a long time, the poet idiot old man sighed and smiled: "I haven't read such good poems in the literary world for a long time, so I can't help but be a little hesitant and difficult to speak, forgive me." ”

Everyone immediately smiled, not only did they not get angry about waiting, but they expected the poet idiot old man to comment more.

According to the convention, the old man first interprets the meaning of the poem, and then understands its deep meaning. ”

After the poet idiot old man finished speaking, he glanced at the audience and said slowly: "This poem is eight sentences and four couplets, the first couplet 'The sick bones are scattered and the gauze hat is wide, and the lonely minister is thousands of miles away from the river' is simple and easy to understand, the poet is sick and thin, so that the hat on his head appears wide, and he is alone on the riverbank far from his hometown. 'Gauze hat width' is very vivid, and the words 'lonely minister' and 'ten thousand miles', one is very little, the other is extremely far, and they are juxtaposed here, which is even more profound. ”

"The sentence of 'the humble position does not dare to forget the country, and the matter must still be closed' can be called a good sentence shocking the city. Even if Zhang Longxiang is now just a lonely minister, and he is considered to be inferior by the Chu State, he does not dare to forget to worry about the country and the people, as for whether he is a rebel, he should wait until he dies to close the coffin. Regardless of his identity, only poetry, the accuracy of the words, the conciseness of the text, and the fullness of emotion are comparable to Fang Xusheng's sentence 'Thinking of relatives every festival'. The old man has studied poetry for decades, and only says a digression, and can write a poet who 'is humble and does not dare to forget the country', even if he tears his flesh and blood, smashes his bones, and burns his remnants, he will never commit treason, and he will never rebel against the species! Poetry will see the hearts of the people! From today on, the old man will never say whether it is true or false about Zhang Longxiang and the reverse species, and only say that 'the matter must still wait for the coffin to be closed!".

(To be continued.) )