Wei Xinglai thought about it, anyway, the poem has already been written, and it is not the same who reads it.

Nodding his head, he agreed:

"Okay, you can read it."

Then he sat back down.

Seeing this, Liu Yu's eyes flashed, he slowly stood up, and said in a voice that everyone could hear:

"Beautiful scenery, beautiful wine, how can you do it without poetry."

"Although I am not talented, I am also willing to write a poem and throw bricks and lead jade!"

The voice fell.

Yin Rencurie was a little quieter.

Everyone looked at this young man in a gorgeous costume who suddenly stood up, and their eyes showed a blank look.

"Who is this person? Why did you suddenly stand up and write a poem? ”

"I heard that there is a poet in the Zhou State Mission, named Liu Yu, who should be this person."

"I don't know what kind of poetry he wants to compose."

There was a lot of talking.

Seeing this, Zhou Zheng was nervous in his heart.

He knew that this poet Liu Yu was found by Wei Xing to smash the field, and he might make some trouble.

"I hope he's just writing poetry and not messing up some messy metaphors......"

Zhou Zheng sighed in his heart and thought so.

2nd floor, private room.

"It's finally here!"

The little empress looked at the man in a gorgeous costume who suddenly stood up and said that she wanted to write a poem, and her heart sank.

Don't look at the previous Wei Xinglai, who was talking about etiquette and music, and was trying to test force.

In Wu Mingkong's eyes, it was all a small fight, it was better to win, and it didn't hurt to lose.

But this poetry is different!

If this Liu Yu really made an excellent satirical poem, it would definitely be spread all over the world and recited for thousands of years.

This is much more lethal than a few articles in the newspaper!

Although Wu Mingkong doesn't care much about these false names, if he can avoid them, no one wants to be written into poems and leave a stench for thousands of years......

Side.

It seems that she senses that the little empress is a little uneasy.

Fang Xiu said softly:

"Your Majesty, rest assured, the poems that Liu Yu wants to compose have nothing to do with you, me, or the court."

Hear this.

Wu Mingkong was slightly stunned, his good-looking eyes looked at Fang Xiu, his eyes showed doubts, and asked, "How do you know?" ”

Fang Xiu said: "Because that poem was given to him by the minister." ”

This traitor still writes poetry?

Wu Mingkong was stunned again, opened his mouth, and wanted to say something, but before he could speak, he heard a loud man's voice downstairs.

"Zimo red dust is blowing on the face, and no one is going to look at the flowers and return to ......"

Liu Yu finished the first two sentences unhurriedly, picked up the wine cup, and gently sipped it.

When everyone heard this, they all thought and began to discuss.

"These two lines of poetry do not write that the flowers themselves are moving, but only that the people who look at the flowers are moved by the flowers, which is ingenious and concise, which is really good."

"Zimo red dust is blowing on the face, although it depicts the prosperity of Chang'an City, but when it is placed at this Honglu Temple banquet, the official always feels that it means something......"

As soon as this remark came out.

The rest of them also tasted different.

It's autumn and there are only a few kinds of flowers in full bloom.

If you want to choose imagery, many are more suitable than flowers, even so, this Liu Yu still uses flowers as the theme, indicating that this flower should be a metaphor......

At this Honglu Temple banquet, flowers are used as metaphors......

Everyone looked thoughtful, and after only a moment, they showed a sudden expression.

"Liu Yu is a person who is rushing to see the flowers, a metaphor for the people who tend to be inflammatory?"

"Then this flower should refer to...... Prime Minister? ”

"The red dust is blowing on my face, do you mean that I am a big black smoke miasma?"

The officials present are all real Jinshi backgrounds, and all of them can be regarded as talented.

The background of the poem, as well as the identity of Liu Yu, can quickly guess the irony behind the poem.

"Inexplicably said that he wanted to write a poem, I knew that he didn't have a good heart!"

"I didn't recruit him, I didn't provoke him, I wanted to write poetry and sarcasm! Isn't this a shit? Something like a dog, you have to beat him up! ”

The officials of Honglu Temple thought so, and looked at Liu Yu with anger in their eyes.

The members of the mission were smiling, admiring the incompetent and furious appearance of the people in Honglu Temple, and said in their hearts: "Anyone can write this poem, but it is good and bad, I can use poetry to ridicule you, you can also use poetry to ridicule me, everyone is equal."

If you think this poem is too ironic, you can write your own as a counter-attack!

If you can't do it, then you can't complain about others! ”

"A group of barbarians, how do you know the beauty of poetry and songs, I'm afraid that if I give you a year, I may not be able to make such exquisite satirical poems!"

Thinking about it.

The members of the mission were all proud.

2nd floor, private room.

When the little empress heard the first two lines of the poem, she frowned slightly, and said coldly: "I know that this dog thing is not well-intentioned!" ”

Fang Xiudao: "Is there one?" Why didn't the minister think so? ”

The little empress looked at Fang Xiu and said angrily: "He almost scolded clearly, our Daqian court is a group of people who tend to be inflammatory, climb high and make nobles, can't you hear it?" ”

Fang Xiu said leisurely: "The minister thinks that His Majesty thinks too much, maybe people are just writing about the prosperity of the city and the number of flower admirers?" ”

The little empress was a little angry, and snorted: "You dog traitor, and you are pretending to be stupid!" ”

Fang Xiu squinted at the little empress and said, "Your Majesty wants to be beaten?" ”

Not to be outdone, the little empress glared at Fang Xiu and said:

"Be kind enough to take it as a donkey's liver and lungs! I'm sorry for you! ”

"Do you know how many people will read your jokes if this poem gets out!"

"From now on, you Fang Xiu will become an opportunistic and flattering minister for the sake of wealth and profit!"

Fang Xiu was a little surprised, and asked curiously, "Isn't the current minister like this in His Majesty's heart?" ”

The little empress was slightly stunned, and her expression was a little dazed.

But he soon recovered, and said angrily:

"Even if you are a minister, you can only scold me! Others can't scold! ”

Hear this.

The corners of Fang Xiu's mouth hooked up a smile, and he suddenly stretched out his hand, held her soft hand, and said in a gentle tone:

"I only read the first two lines of this poem, and I haven't read the last two sentences......"

The little empress felt that her hand was being held by Fang Xiu, her heartbeat accelerated a little, and she pretended to be calm and said: "It's the same whether you read it later or not, I know what he has to say." ”

Fang Xiu smiled and didn't refute, just looked downstairs through the window.

There.

Liu Yu slowly put down the wine cup, looking slightly drunk, and then slowly read out the last two sentences of the poem.

“…… Jinnan Guanli Gui Thousand Trees, all planted after Liu Gong went. ”

The voice fell.

The entire Yin Habitat fell into a deathly silence.

The members of the mission all widened their eyes and opened their mouths slightly, looking at Liu Yu with disbelieving expressions.

Wei Xinglai's original smiling face has undergone earth-shaking changes, and his face is gloomy to the extreme!

And the officials of Honglu Temple are a little confused.

"Where is Jinnanguan? Why have you never heard of ......?"

"And who is this Liu Gong referring to? I don't remember that there is one surnamed Liu among the princes......"

Good for a while.

Only then did someone react and said:

"If you guess correctly, this Jinnan Temple should be the Taoist Temple of Jinyang Mansion."

"The Taoist temple of Jinyang Mansion? So this poem is actually describing the court of the Zhou Kingdom? ”

"Then who is this Liu Gong?"

"I don't know ......"

Now.

The officials of Honglu Temple were not only confused, but also curious.

How could Liu Yu target his own people at a critical time.

How do you describe this feeling......

It's as if you see a burly man come up to you, raise his hand reluctantly, and ...... I slapped myself hard.

Be all abroad.

Incomprehensible.

The other side.

The members of the mission were very familiar with Jin Nanguan and "Liu Gong".

Combined with the meaning of the whole poem, it is not difficult to deduce that Liu Gong here refers to Liu Xiangxing, a cabinet scholar and head of the household department, who was forced to serve a year ago because of obstruction of the new policy......

After the vacancy of the head of the household, it was His Majesty Shunhe who supported the new policy and formulated many detailed rules for Wei Dongzheng and Wei Ge Lao.

And so it goes.

The meaning of the poem has not changed.

is still a satirical and flattering minister!

It's just that the target has changed from Fang Xiu, the prime minister of Qianguo, and his henchmen to the Great Zhou officials led by Wei Ge Lao who want to implement the new policy!

Such a spicy and snarky sarcasm, once it is transmitted back to Jinyang Mansion, you don't need to think about it to know that it will definitely cause a storm!

And!

Everyone knows that Wei Xinglai is the nephew of Wei Ge Lao!

Even Wei Ge's nephew had a lot of dissatisfaction with the new policy, and even specially invited Shi Kui to compose poems and satirize in public at the banquet of Honglu Temple!

After this matter got out, what did His Majesty think, what did Liu Ge Lao think, and what did the people of the world think?

Not surprisingly, this poem is sure to be the beginning of a new round of opposition to the New Deal!

"At the request of Lord Wei, the next poem is finished, throwing bricks and attracting jade, it is not enough, everyone laughs!"

After Liu Yu finished speaking, he picked up the teacup, drank it all, and sat back.

When the members of the mission heard this, their expressions all became strange.

"At the request of Lord Wei...... Finish reading...... Instead of finishing ......"

"So, sarcastic Wei Ge Lao is really Lord Wei's idea?"

"My nephew ordered someone to compose a poem to satirize my uncle, this is the first time I have heard of this kind of thing."

"Smile generously, smile generously......"

"Then again, this doesn't really mean that the new deal is unpopular!"

"The ancients said that those who have attained the Tao have much help, and those who have lost the Tao have little help, and even their own nephews oppose the new policy, if they insist on going their own way, the final consequences will be unimaginable!"

As the members of the mission chatted, they inevitably discussed the New Deal.

Wei Xinglai heard the chatter around him, and his eyes seemed to be about to erupt into fire.

His eyes widened, his bloodshot eyes stared at Liu Yu deadly, gritted his teeth, and said word by word: "Why do you want to do this!" ”

Liu Yu looked at Wei Xinglai, took a sip of the wine cup, and did not answer.

Wei Xinglai seemed to think of something, and squeezed out a sentence from between his teeth.

"How much silver did the prime minister of Qianguo give you!"

Liu Yu stood up, walked up to Wei Xinglai, and stretched out a finger.

Wei Xinglai's eyes were red, and he gritted his teeth and said, "One thousand taels? ”

Liu Yu shook his head.

Wei Xinglai said again: "Ten thousand taels? ”

Liu Yu said leisurely: "One hundred taels...... It's still him who is giving it below, not what he is giving it to him. ”

Wei Xinglai's angry eyes had a touch of confusion: "What do you mean by this?" ”

Liu Yu said leisurely: "It means...... This poem was bought from the prime minister of Qianguo. ”

Wei Xinglai's eyes became even more angry, and his expression became even more puzzled, and he asked, "Why are you doing this!" ”

Listen to him bring this up.

This Yanbei Mansion poet seemed to have thought of something, his eyes showed a look of amazement, and he said slowly: "First, if the new policy is implemented, I will have to pay more land taxes, and I can no longer just walk around the Qinglou every day, read a book, make a poem, and tease the Oiran as before......"

"Therefore, if there is a chance to shake the New Deal, why not?"

After a pause, he added:

"Second, Liu Gelao, who was impeached by the Wei Party a year ago for obstructing the New Deal, had to pay tribute to the official, is a distant uncle ...... Xia."

These words, like a hammer, smashed into Wei Xinglai's chest, making him breathless for a while.

After a while, he eased up a little, and asked through gritted teeth:

"Do you know what kind of turmoil your poem will cause when it is transmitted back to Jingshi!"

When Liu Yu heard this, he just shrugged his shoulders and said with a nonchalant expression: "What does it have to do with me?" ”

Now.

Wei Xinglai fell silent for a long time.

Good for a while.

Only then did he come to his senses, picked up a wine jug from the eucalyptus platform, smashed it on Liu Yu's head, and scolded:

"Dog thing! Lao Tzu killed you today! ”