Chapter 9: Poetry is the opposite
Sun De was still talking mysteriously, leaning into Gu Qinyan's ear and whispering.
This Luo Yahan's family is amazing, his father is the cousin of the Son of Heaven, so Bai Wuhen and they don't dare to conflict with Luo Yahan, after all, this is to fight against the Son of Heaven's royal family.
"I'll go, so powerful!"
Even Gu Qinyan himself was shocked, climbing up to the royal relationship with today's relatives was simply not too good in ancient times, and even played the role of a gold medal for avoiding death at a critical moment!
In addition to this amazement, I heard the faint sound of the piano outside, and when I heard the sound of the piano, all the people present were in awe and got up.
"Hurry up, the Son of Heaven is coming!"
Sun dragged Gu Qinyan and hurriedly got up.
"Your Majesty has arrived!"
The eunuch outside shouted loudly, and the two palace maids came in first and stood by the door, followed by the most powerful master of the entire Great Zhou Dynasty, Ji Chang, the son of the Great Zhou Dynasty, walked in with dragon steps, followed by the queen Shangguan Ye Lan, a woman comparable to Wu Zetian.
Don't look at her gentle appearance now, but in fact, her heart is like a snake and a mouse, sinister and cunning.
Ji Chang and Shangguan Ye Lan slowly walked to the golden dragon chair in the center, and turned to look at the literati inside.
To Gu Qinyan's surprise, the tigress didn't come, which was a pity.
"Long live my emperor, long live, long live!"
Everyone knelt down respectfully and saluted, everyone, bowed their heads, knelt like this, without Ji Chang's response, no one dared to move.
The atmosphere in the entire hall was serious, and no matter who it was, they could only kneel at this moment, waiting for the order of the Son of Heaven.
Ji Chang looked at the comer, as if to see who was coming, and then slowly spoke: "Flat." ”
The Son of Heaven spoke, and everyone got up.
"I really didn't expect that so many people would come to the tea party!"
The Son of Heaven Ji Chang looked very happy, completely different from Shangguan Ye Lan who was smiling next to him.
"Back to Your Majesty, today is a day of great joy, and it is also the day Your Majesty goes out, Your Majesty is the first Son of Heaven, and the ministers naturally want to surrender to Your Majesty!"
It was Guiguzi who spoke, and this Guiguzi was Guiguzi, with the same name.
This Guiguzi was a scholar of the Great Zhou Dynasty, in charge of the literature in the court, and he had read countless scriptures and thousands of books in his mind, so he presided over this tea party.
"Haha good! is really worthy of being a literary teacher, just can speak! ”
Ji Chang was happy for a while and clapped his hands again and again.
Gu Qinyan was speechless, isn't this nonsense? If you can't speak, and you get angry if you don't pay attention, you're going to lose your head.
"Your Majesty!"
At this time, Bai Wuhen walked out with his hands clenched into fists.
"White Hentai, what's the matter with you?"
Ji Chang said with a smile.
"Your Majesty, my father entrusted me to offer something to you, Your Majesty!"
Bai Wuhen said, and a little brother next to him walked out with a delicate box.
The guard beside Ji Chang stepped forward and brought the box to him and opened it, and inside was a ginseng lying quietly inside.
"Your Majesty, this ginseng is a period of ten thousand years, Your Majesty, you are long live, which means long live and long live!"
I have to say that this white endless sycophant is both obvious and straightforward.
Of course, Ji Chang is the most comfortable with this set, "Haha, okay, then thank your father for me!" ”
"Thank you, Your Majesty!"
Bai Wuhen retired.
"Eh, why did that guy send His Majesty ginseng!"
Sun De asked in a whisper beside him.
"Of course it's going to be a sycophant, I don't understand this, idiot!" 、
Gu Qinyan turned around and froze.
"Oh......"
Sun De said something that he didn't understand, but after thinking about it carefully, it seemed that something was wrong, saying that I was a nerd, no matter how I looked at it, it seemed that you Gu Qinyan was a nerd!
"All the Aichen have appreciated the face, then the tea party will begin!"
Ji Chang's words diverted Sun De's attention.
As soon as the Son of Heaven spoke, the maid in the lobby began to play the tune, and the sound of the piano was very soft and not noisy at all.
Then, some self-righteous sons went up to the center of the lobby and began to compose their own poems.
"The sound of the piano is what it likes, and now it is a great joy, that's it."
"On the day of great joy, the people who saw the dragon vein again, now you and I are happy and gather together!"
"Everyone gathers at this moment, on the day of great joy, only everyone is pleased!"
Many people offered poems one after another, and Ji Chang was very happy to hear it, clapping his hands again and again, praising these people for their talent.
"Is this talented? It's nothing more than some limericks, that is, patting the! ”
Gu Qinyan really can't stand it, if this level is placed in modern times, it will be ridiculed by others all day.
However, what made Gu Qinyan feel a little comforted was that none of these people's poems won the favor of the Son of Heaven, and they were only happy on the surface.
"Wenshi, since everyone is happy, why don't you compose a poem to help the fun!"
Ji Chang said with a smile.
"Yes, Your Majesty!"
Guiguzi salutes with both hands, both hands horizontal, left hand inside and right hand outside.
"Then the minister will be ugly!"
"Today is a happy day, all the people are happy, gather here, write poems against it, the Son of Heaven is painstaking, and the world returns to the heart."
After Guiguzi finished speaking, several people looked at each other, and everyone whispered in amazement.
"What a poem! What a poem, what a writer! ”
"Yes, it's a pity that Master Wenshi didn't participate, otherwise this poem is definitely the best in the audience!"
"This poem is comparable to everyone's poems, Guiguzi deserves to be a literary teacher!"
Whether everyone was moved, Gu Qinyan didn't know, but he knew that Ji Chang, the Son of Heaven, was moved, because this guy had a lot of love for Guiguzi in his eyes.
"Awesome, the writer writes poetry, a must!"
A few short words represent Ji Chang's excited mood now.
"Thank you, Your Majesty!"
Guiguzi clenched his fists and retreated.
"It's okay, but it's not so exaggerated!"
Although Gu Qinyan is not a high-achieving student in modern times, he still has an understanding of poetry, which is at most at the lower middle level.
It is estimated that it was the last painstaking effort of the Son of Heaven, and the unification of the world moved Ji Chang.
This means that the Son of Heaven is painstaking and thinks about the people everywhere, which means that it expresses the Son of Heaven's painstaking efforts for the unification of the world.
"Your writing is good, it seems that my Great Zhou Dynasty is indeed a talent! Does anyone want to come out and write poems? ”
Hearing what Ji Chang said, those who were originally enthusiastic and eager to try it are now speechless, and everyone doesn't dare to go up.
Because now, it is after Guiguzi's poems, if the poems are good, forget it, if they are bad, it will be embarrassing, after all, the poems of the two sides are too different.
Just when no one answered, suddenly a man stood up.
"I'm coming!"
The crowd cast curious glances to see who was so courageous.