NovelBonte Chapter 279
Chapter 279
Chapter 279
"Jiang Han, please."
"Use wine as a poem, let the king and Aijia show your demeanor." Empress He raised her hand and said.
Xiyue blinked at Jiang Han, her face full of anticipation.
Since Jiang Han entered the court, his skills, appearance, resourcefulness, and business strategy are naturally first-class.
Only did not show literary talent.
In the Eastern Region, martial arts are important, but it is also the land of Wenchang.
If Jiang Han can show off his literary talents, it will undoubtedly be perfect.
"it is good!"
"Jiang is not talented, so I will use wine as a poem today, and I will write a few poems."
Jiang Han is almost brewing.
He got up and came to the hall, walked a few steps, suddenly looked up to the sky and drank heavily, and roared out:
"Don't you see, the water of the Dongjiang River comes up from the sky, rushing to the sea and never returning."
"You can't see, Gaotang Mingjing is sad and white hair, the morning is like blue silk and the evening turns into snow."
"You must be happy in life, and don't let the golden bottle face the moon."
"I was born to be useful, and I will come back after all the money is gone..."
A shocking and weeping song "Will Enter the Wine" was blurted out with pride.
It is bold and majestic, with the momentum of majestic mountains and rivers.
The realm of romantic, free and easy life bursts out in an instant.
At first, Meng Zhou and all the ministers were waiting to see Jiang Han make a fool of himself.
Unexpectedly, as soon as the first sentence came out, everyone's scalps exploded.
When it came to the second sentence, the audience was silent, and everyone looked at the gorgeous young man in astonishment.
What they saw was not Jiang Han.
It is the figure of the poet fairy and poet saint in the past dynasties of the Eastern Region.
Only those talents and ghosts can write such magnificent poems.
"Father, queen, this poem is so good."
Xiyue admired her almost to tears.
Hastily asked for credit for Jiang Han in front of his mother.
Murong Xu and Empress He were still immersed in the poetry and couldn't extricate themselves, they didn't hear their daughter's words at all.
"Quick, quick!"
"Get a pen."
"If such a famous sentence through the ages is missed, it will be a pity for my descendants in the Eastern Region."
Meng Zhou came to his senses first and yelled.
Murong Xu also yelled: "The Jiang envoy is a great talent, prepare paper and ink quickly."
Immediately, an eunuch threw paper and ink in the hall.
The recording officer wanted to step forward to record.
Meng Zhou pushed it aside: "No, the old man will write it down in person."
At the moment when such a name has been passed down through the ages and passed on to future generations, he was afraid that these people would make a mistake in the records.
Even if there is a mistake in a beautiful line, it is a sin, and it is irresponsible to future generations.
He quickly dipped in ink and wrote it down.
Giving up on one song, Jiang Han stopped.
He needs to brew it, but there is no way, he hasn't memorized poetry for a long time, and he really has no idea.
Even if it is outside the territory, even if it is wrong, it is not ashamed.
Of course, for fear of being unclear about things like the Yellow River, he directly changed them to place names in the region, and the people in the province were talking nonsense.
"it is good!"
"Poems are really good poems. I think Jiang Envoy spent his whole life to get this essence."
"Jiang Lang should be exhausted next, how about a poem?"
Prince Guo Murong Kai got up and snorted coldly.
"That's right, since ancient times, both poets and poets have been excellent. They can only compose poems, but don't know how to recite them, so they can't be called excellent." Xie Jun echoed in a strange way.
"Isn't Prince Guo making things difficult for me? How can there be dual talents in this world?"
Jiang Han sighed slightly.
"Emissary Jiang has always been arrogant, could it be that he is afraid?" Prince Guo was rather proud.
"No, it's just that the words are not as proficient as poetry, and I'm afraid of making a fool of myself when I read them out." Jiang Han was a little timid.
"Hey, every good poem must have a good word, so don't be polite to me, envoy Jiang."
Seeing Jiang Han pushing back and forth, Prince Guo was secretly delighted, it seemed that Jiang Han was nothing more than that.
It just happened to force him to show his ugliness and kill this kid's prestige.
"Okay, since Prince Guo is so kind, I'll present a clumsy poem."
"Come on wine!"
Jiang Han shouted loudly.
"Xiyue, pour wine for Envoy Jiang." Murong Xu said proudly.
Xiyue was overjoyed.
The father asked her to pour wine for Jiang Han in front of the civil and military officials of the court. Does this mean that she has acquiesced...
She didn't care about her shyness, and hurried over with fine wine.
"Master Jiang, I'll pour wine for you, write a poem well, and dazzle the literary circles of the Eastern Region." Xiyue blushed, and whispered.
"Jiang Han will not disgrace the princess' entrustment."
Jiang Han raised his glass to the sky, and drank it all in one gulp.
"When will the moon be there, ask Qingtian for the wine!"
When Jiang Han raised his hand, it was a sentence that shocked the world and wept ghosts and gods.
"I don't know the palace in the sky, what year is it? I want to ride the wind and go home, but I'm afraid of Qionglou Yuyu..."
"People have sorrows and joys, and the moon has cloudy and sunny waxes and wanes. This matter is difficult to complete in ancient times. I hope that people will live a long time and share the joys and joys of thousands of miles?"
After a word, all the people in the room are sad in their hearts, silent, as if they have realized something.
This silence lasted for several minutes.
"Good words, good words, this word can be called the first word in the past and present. Throughout the thousand years of our Eastern Region, there has never been a word with such brilliant literary talent that can teach people to understand."
"well!"
Meng Zhou didn't care about court etiquette, so he yelled frantically.
"Prince Guo, what do you think of Jiang Han's words?" Murong Xu asked.
"Okay, great, great." Prince Guo wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes.
He understood.
Jiang Han, an old trickster, deliberately hides his clumsiness.
Xie Jun was also itchy with hatred.
Damn it, let Jiang Han install it again.
"My lord, there are black dragon armies in the north of my Eastern Territory, and the red dragon army in the south. If such sad words are widely spread in the country, it will not match the morale and the national conditions."
"Your Majesty, please think twice."
Xie Zhongshi stood up suddenly and said loudly.
"Master Xie, poems are classics. How can good poems be compared with the national conditions?" Meng Zhou refuted with a frown.
"Humph."
"My master spends all day in the Chinese Academy of Arts, but how do you know the dangers of the border? If you are a border child, everyone thinks about it. How can our Yellow Dragon Dynasty build an iron-blooded army?"
Xie Zhongshi proudly refuted it.
"Yes."
"Even if it is poetry, it should be inspiring, arousing pride, and boosting the morale of soldiers. It is something that is truly beneficial to the country and the people."
"Otherwise, what's the use of showing off like this?"
Murong Zhan finally spoke.
Murong Xu and Empress He, who originally wanted to praise Jiang Han, frowned at the same time.
For such a beautiful poem to be crowned as a war by these people, it is simply nonsense.
It's just that what these people say is reasonable, and they are confidantes, so they won't turn their faces on the spot.
"Emissary Jiang, did you hear that?"
"Dong Wang said that your poems have nothing to do with the war and are not good for morale."
"I don't know if you have good poems for frontier fortresses?"
Murong Xu performed Tai Chi and kicked the ball to Jiang Han.
"The frontier is bitter and cold, and there is no war in the Dragon Kingdom. People like Jiang Shi in this peaceful and prosperous world don't know the suffering of soldiers."
"There is only literary talent, no experience, I am afraid that what is written will also have no soul and courage."
Xie Zhongshi sneered.
"Master Xie is right."
"It is true that there are no soldiers in the Dragon Kingdom, but everyone here knows that I am building a new army in the Dragon Kingdom. I eat and live with the sergeants every day. I run thousands of miles. Hard training is also a common occurrence."
"I dare not say how much insight I have, but I still have a little experience."
Jiang Han said with a loud smile, neither sick nor slow.
"So, does Jiang Envoy have good frontier fortresses and good poems?" Meng Zhou asked overjoyed as he wrote again.
"Is it good or not, I dare not say."
"Everyone just listen to it."
Jiang Han looked around at the crowd with extraordinary arrogance.
"Princess, please give me the pot." Jiang Han looked at Xiyue.
"Master Jiang, please." Xi Yue bowed Yingying and offered the pot to Jiang Han.
All the ministers were stunned.
The majestic princess, the daughter of the empress, the king's favorite daughter, actually treated Jiang Han so respectfully.
But he couldn't say anything.
Empress He and Murong Xu exchanged glances with each other.
My daughter has always been arrogant and lawless.
But this kind of gentleness in front of him is unprecedented.
Seeing the girl's Yingying bow, the two saw Xiyue's heart, and also realized that her daughter had finally grown up, and was no longer the child who only knew how to play.
Look at Jiang Han and Xiyue again.
A talented man, a female appearance, shining like a double wall.
The two shook hands, and they already had the answer in their eyes.
"Thank you princess."
Jiang Han also bowed even more, not daring to be frivolous in the slightest.
The two bowed to each other, as if they were married, and Xie Junqi's teeth were about to shatter.
"Why are you panicking, calm down." Xie Zhongshi glared at his son.
"Hmph, I'd like to see how he, a man who hasn't fought in war, can write famous lines about frontier fortresses." Xie Jun gritted his teeth.
"Dark clouds overwhelm the city to destroy it, and the light of armor opens to the sun's golden scales...to report to the king on the golden platform, and to carry the jade dragon to die for the king."
As soon as this word comes out.
Murong Xu was the first to take the case: "Okay, what a good one to lead Yulong to die for the king, and the soldiers of my army should be like this."
Jiang Han looked up to the sky and drank heavily, another noun.
What a joke.
In my 5000 years of China, there are thousands of people who are generous and tragic, and countless people who are patriotic and desperate, so how could such heroic words be missing.
"Looking at the sword with the lamp on while drunk, dreaming of returning to the company of blowing horns. Eight hundred miles are divided into fire, fifty strings are turned outside the fortress, and soldiers are ordered in autumn on the battlefield..."
A poem by Xin Qiji blew up the audience again.
Jiang Han was still reciting the golden sentences continuously.
Think about where is where.
"Ha ha!"
Meng Zhou was also writing vigorously, laughing unceasingly.
Now it's big.
Jiang Han recited all famous lines from the ages, and everyone who listened to them was mesmerized. They only hated Jiang Han for never stopping.
"The wine is dry!"
"Your Majesty, I have exhausted my talent, so please let my lords let me go."
From the Book of Songs to Tang Poetry and Song Ci, Jiang Han memorized hundreds of poems in a row, but his tongue was so dry that he didn't want to memorize any more.
"it is good!"
"it is good!"
"Come here, reward Jiang Han!"
"The last time the Gu Wang rewarded Jiang Envoy with a sword, I never thought that your literary talent would be so heroic. Come here, bring the Gu Wang's four treasures of the study, and reward Jiang Envoy."
Murong Xu shouted happily, and he also sincerely loved Jiang Han, so he immediately ordered.
Immediately, an eunuch brought the Four Treasures of the Study that Murong Xu usually used to review memorials.
"Thank you, Your Majesty." Jiang Han accepted the reward happily.
What he lacks most now is prestige.
As soon as this poem appears today, it must be famous outside the region, and it will also have the capital for promotion in the future.
"Hey!"
Murong Zhan and the others also nodded repeatedly.
Originally, he wanted to hit Jiang Han, but he didn't expect to let this kid show his face.
Today, as soon as this literary talent comes out, no matter whether it is a scholar or a frontier soldier, I am afraid that they will all praise this kid's poems.
In this way, Jiang Han will gain prestige in his official career in the court and China, and he will be more and more difficult to deal with.
"Your Majesty."
"Your Majesty."
"A total of 93 articles have been recorded. I am the blessing of the Eastern Region, and the blessing of the future generations of the Eastern Region."
"Your Majesty will test Jiang Lang in the palace today, and it will surely become a beautiful biography through the ages, and it will go down in history forever."
The old master Meng Zhou stood up, cupped his hands and congratulated loudly.
"Haha, in this way, the lonely king has also taken advantage of the Jiang envoy."
"Okay, okay, give Jiang Lang some more wine!"
Murong Xu was overjoyed.
He came here by usurping the throne, and he has always been worried about the evaluation of him in later history books, so he attaches great importance to his reputation.
Unexpectedly, Jiang Han's name is passed down to the world today, and he, the king, will naturally shine on the same day.
Thinking of this, he became more and more happy, and the more he watched Jiang Han, the more he fell in love with him.
Xiyue also winked at Jiang Han.
The ambiguous feelings between the two were fully revealed, and Xie Jun's eyes were red with anxiety.
He also wanted to write good poetry.
But even Jiang Han doesn't have the slightest literary talent, so there is no way to compare.
He is not as good as Jiang Han in terms of essays.
In terms of football skills, he is not as good.
Now there is only one way left to talk about martial arts.
Yes, on martial arts.
After all, outside the domain is respected by martial arts, and as a disciple of the sword god, this is the most brilliant trump card.
To be able to kill Jiang Han with a single sword today.
What kind of shit is any poem.
Thinking of this, Xie Jun stood up and said, "Your Majesty, I have something to say."
"What's your plan?" Murong Xu was not very interested.
Of course he knew what Xie Junan had in mind. Jiang Han spent a lot of energy writing poems and drank dozens of pots of alcohol. If he were to engage in martial arts at this time, he would already be at a disadvantage.
"Your Majesty, I heard that Jiang's envoy has achieved success. I admire literature and martial arts in the Eastern Region. Xie Jun is not talented. I would like to ask for advice." Xie Jun bowed his hands and asked for orders.
(End of this chapter)