Chapter 92

Fang Dingyuan's wide mouth could swallow a duck egg.

yes, why do I think so?

It's not Zhang Huaiyang who told me, you said that Zhuang Yisheng can't write poetry.

That's his only weakness.

Zhang Huaiyang is also very innocent, and I am not wrong, I have seen the exam questions he answered, and I saw the lantern from afar...... There are also poems he made in the Qinglou.

It's all ironclad.

The two looked at each other, speechless to each other, and finally could only guess: Zhuang Yisheng really can't write poems, and this poem is a ghostwriter he found in advance.

Only this kind of speculation is the easiest to accept.

But knowing this, it's useless. All the people on the field, who were not prepared in advance, and a few of them wrote poems on the spot.

Moreover, Wen Xiang and Taishi Li were smiling at the moment.

As soon as this poem came out, no one could say that Nanyan was a group of Yan barbarians. Nanyan's poetic talent rose three feet out of thin air.

They were willing to believe that the poem was written by Zhuang Yisheng, and they also felt that it had to be so. If at this time, anyone says something that is not good to listen to, and picks some problems with the artistic conception of the rhythm, then he will be killed on the spot.

Nanyan needs this poem.

The guests in the hall have not yet come out of the emotions constructed by the poems, and they are still chewing.

The beginning of this poem is magnificent, and the young man expresses his chest and swallows the world.

"The hall is full of flowers and drunk 3,000 guests, and the sword frost and frost are nineteen townships, and the spirit is very great. ”

It seems that they are all immersed in the poem, and the blood in their chests is ignited.

"In ancient times, I only saw white bones and yellow sand fields. ”

"It feels like three poems coming together. ”

"Wonderful, wonderful. ”

Zhuang Yisheng put down his pen and returned to his original seat, and continued Du Fu with Li Bai, it should be said that he did not see the ancients before, and he did not see the comers after.

Today, the house is full of friends, and the civil and military generals are all there. Civil officials like the first half, and military generals love the second half.

"The Long March of 10,000 miles, the three armies are aging. ”

"The beacon fire burns endlessly, and the battle is endless. ”

Everyone repeats slowly, as if they are fighting outside, and the pain and bitterness of the soldiers and horses are all in the poem.

Many generals looked at Zhuang Yisheng with admiration in their eyes, and even Fang Shangshu of the military department ignored me.

Bosom friend.

And the King of Joy chewed only one sentence, the last sentence.

"He who knows that the soldier is a murder weapon, and the saint has no choice but to use it. King Xiaoyao said: "Zhuang Gongzi, I don't know what to interpret this last sentence?"

Zhuang Yisheng bowed and said, "It is not only a last resort, but also a necessity." ”

King Xiaoyao's face changed, and he squeezed out a smile with difficulty: "Zhuang Gongzi is compassionate and kind-hearted. ”

Since the collapse of the Daxin Imperial Power, a country was divided into six countries, and it has been fighting endlessly for many years.

Although the six countries are now at peace for the time being, everyone knows that this peace is not easy to maintain. Beiliang, Nanyan, Donglu, Xitu, Daxin, and Nanchu are not soldiers and horses, thinking about unifying Xuanzhou.

Among the six countries, Nanyan is the weaker in national strength.

This time, the Donglu delegation came to attack, which seemed to be a happy one, but in fact, it also had a different purpose.

This poem seems to remind Donglu that Nanyan is reluctant to use sword soldiers, but when it is a last resort, he is not afraid to use sword soldiers.

During this period, only a few people present understood the killing intent.

"Mu Liuyun, don't toast to Zhuang Gongzi yet, you are so blessed, and it will be famous with this poem for eternity. "The King of Freedom.

Mu Liuyun's face was red, and he picked up the wine glass and sent it to Zhuang Yisheng.

"Donglu beauty is in Yanjing. King Xiaoyao quipped: "Good words, good poems, good wine, the son is young, and he can't live up to it." ”

Mu Liuyun covered his face with his water sleeves, looked at Zhuang Yisheng's eyes, and there were more indescribable things.

Fang Shangshu was a little confused at the moment, listening to his son say that Zhuang Yisheng was just an ordinary student in Tai Academy. can see that he has a conversation with King Xiaoyao, neither humble nor arrogant, as if he has already been acquainted.

"Lord Wang, it seems that you have known this Zhuang Gongzi for a long time?" Fang Shangshu said.

"This is natural, the head of the dignified Wutong faction, and it is an invitation specially sent by this king?"

The head of the Sycamore faction?

Fang Dingyuan, Liang Cang, and Tang Xiaoshuang all frowned in surprise.

I have never heard Zhuang Yisheng mention it.

Wen Xiang smiled: "It's up to me to introduce it to you." He and His Majesty avoided disaster in the mountains that year, and this time His Majesty ascended the throne, he entered Beijing together. ”

"Now he is the head of the Wutong faction, and he has dug up the Xingyao mine, and now the most popular play in the capital "The Legend of the Chivalrous White Snake" is also from Zhuang Gongzi's handwriting. Wen Xiang hesitated slightly and said, "Of course, it is all arranged by His Majesty." ”

It turned out to be him!

It turned out to be him.

Some people have long known that the empress has a junior brother, but they have only heard of her name and have not seen her person, so today they will match the name with the real person.

Zu Yancao said: "Zhuang Gongzi entered the Tai Academy not long ago to study, and he has shown excellent talent in arithmetic, talismans, and inscriptions. ”

"Really?" Moon Xiang didn't know about it yet.

Master Li stroked his palms and smiled: "I am young and promising, and I still don't forget to study and practice, which is really my blessing to Dayan." ”

Tang Xiaoshuang looked at Zhuang Yisheng in astonishment.

Fang Dingyuan felt a little bitter in his heart, originally thought that Zhuang Yisheng just had some talent, at most some money in the family.

Now I know that in terms of background, he is the younger brother of the current empress, crushing all the special students.

In terms of learning, he has repeatedly taken the lead, and he is better than many regular students who study hard and practice hard.

In terms of wealth, he is young, he is already the head of a faction, and he holds a star mine in his hand, and he surpasses all super students.

This man is simply strong in every way.

"Zhuang Gongzi ......" Qin Shoucheng in the corner said: "The beginning of this matter is very large, but the second half of the situation is incompatible with the first half, and the life and death on the battlefield are not what you can feel at your age?"

Wen Xiang and Li Taishi both looked over, thinking to themselves, who is this person, why can't he speak so much.

Now everyone hopes to support Zhuang Yisheng, and to praise Zhuang Yisheng is to praise the empress and Nanyan.

Who doesn't want Nanyan to have a genius who is strong in all aspects.

It's just that you pick bones in your eggs, and you don't like to listen to them.

Qin Shoucheng quietly came to the capital and did not know about the Nanyan court.

Now he questioned Zhuang Yisheng, and the two artistic conceptions were incompatible if he didn't advance them. It's just that the feelings of ordering troops on the battlefield in the second half of the day are not something Zhuang Yisheng can have.

It is necessary to suppress the limelight of this Nanyan genius.

Everyone can't help but sweat for Zhuang Yisheng, even if Zhuang Yisheng's poem is written by someone to catch a knife, it doesn't matter.

But it can't be debunked.

Zhuang Yisheng bowed and said, "Dayan has been a generous and sad person since ancient times. ”

Qin Shoucheng's eyes subconsciously narrowed into a line.

"Good. ”

Wen Xiang couldn't help but exclaim, Nanyan is a bitter cold place, and it is not as smooth as the wind and rain in the south of the Central Plains. Everyone is guarding such a land, and generations of hard work have led to today's prosperity.

Song of Generosity and Sorrow...... Eight hundred years of suffering and heroism are all in it.

The King of Joy also seemed to be shocked by the spirit in it, as if he saw a series of figures straightening their backs, cultivating the barren land.

This is not a country that can be easily underestimated.