The scholar looked at Li Hong with some disdain. He saw that Li Hong was tall. From his eyes exposed outside the mask and his voice, the scholar judged that this person should not be very old.
After changing to a comfortable sitting position, the scholar closed the book, with a disdainful smile on his lips, and sneered: "It seems that brother has also read some books? If you can tell how you can sweep the world without sweeping the whole house, then I want to come here, brother." Do you know the importance of me as a scholar? Now that the Tang Dynasty is peaceful and the people are in peace, who is not a talented scholar in the imperial court who has the skills to govern the country and stabilize the country? Talent? If it weren’t for them, would these countries in the Four Seas surrender to me, the Tang Dynasty? Isn’t my country, the Tang Dynasty, no different from those reckless people?”
Hearing the disrespectful words of this scholar, Yang Wu was about to step forward to argue, but was stopped by Li Hong.
Li Hong smiled helplessly and thought to himself: If all the literati in the Tang Dynasty thought this way, it seems that he would have to report it to his father, or give Zhongshu an exemption. If the imperial examination is not feasible, the imperial examination will be cancelled. Bar.
Li Hong slowly knelt down, reached out and tapped the "Spring and Autumn" book that the scholar was about to read after opening the page. He looked at the scholar with a disdainful look on his face and asked: "Wen can bring peace to the world with his pen, and martial arts can settle the world. No matter what. Whether it is literature or martial arts, they are the foundation of the peace and stability of the Tang Dynasty. Without those rough people like us who fight and kill, you would have no chance to sit here and study hard, because they fought and fought on the border. Blood and wounds provide you with such a good reading environment, so don’t be complacent and arrogant just because you know a few words and can read a book.”
If there weren't so many people around, watching him arguing with the scholar, Li Hong would have squatted down and tapped his book with his fingers, instead of kicking him on the shoulder and talking nonsense to him. .
The scholar looked sideways again, his heart full of shock. He didn't expect that the soldier in front of him could actually speak clearly, and was indeed more powerful than him.
"Wen can bring peace to the world with his pen, and martial arts can settle the world." The scholar recited it several times in his mouth, and then clapped his hands and shouted: "Okay! That's well said! I am impressed by my brother. May I ask how you call it? It seems like He is also a scholar, but I don’t know why he didn’t continue to study sages’ books at home and strive for fame, but instead joined the Fu soldiers. After joining the Fu soldiers, there is no chance to obtain merit. Fu soldiers are the actions of lowly people. Look. Xiongtai has also read many sages’ books, but I don’t know why I chose this one?”
After the scholar finished speaking, he looked at Li Hong and just looked at him indifferently, but those eyes made him feel that he seemed to be insignificant in others' eyes, like an ant.
Li Hong looked at the people around him. He couldn't beat him in front of so many people, so he even got close to him.
At that moment, he sneered and said: "The status of the literati who are not as good as the soldiers is lower than that of the literati, and it is definitely much nobler than people like you who are ignorant of grain and industrious. I tell you, you don't need to study anymore. Because you won’t pass.”
"Brother, why are you talking like this? Do you really look down on us scholars? Or is it that your self-discipline is better than mine? What if I pass?" The scholar looked at the people around him. What he hated most was that others said he could not pass the exam. After gaining fame, he suddenly stood up like a fighting cock.
"Because you don't have that talent." Li Hong said with a calm smile.
The ability of literature to bring peace to the world with his pen, and the ability of martial arts to shake up the heaven and earth are what Han general Jiang Wei said. This scholar actually thought that he had spoken out his words. If such things were filled in the court, it would be the misfortune of the Tang Dynasty. .
"I... what if I, Cui Chi, pass the exam? Don't look down on us scholars just because you think you can write half a sentence of poetry."
"There are many kinds of scholars, and I really look down on you."
"Okay, since brother dares to say this, there will be a poetry gathering for scholars in Qujiangchi, Chang'an in a month. Do you dare to come? We will compare our knowledge by then!" Cui Chi has not thought of it until now. "Wen Neng can bring peace to the world with his pen, and Wu Neng can use his horse to settle the world" was done by the predecessors, or it was done by the soldier in front of me.
And he also kept in mind that he didn't have any poems that he could produce at the moment, so he planned to use this period of time to write two decent poems, and then he would go to Qujiang Pond in front of many people. The person's face impressed this person, making him as embarrassed as he was today.
The scholar looked at the people gathered in a circle, lowered his head and whispered, and suddenly felt that they were all talking about his inferiority to that person, and he couldn't help but blush.
Seeing Li Hong about to leave, he suddenly became anxious and asked again: "Do you dare to come? Then we will compete in reciting poems and composing poems to see who is better."
Li Hong waved lazily, led Pei Wanying through the crowd, and said loudly: "Don't go, it's cold."
"Cold?" Cui Chi looked at Li Hongyuan's retreating figure. He didn't expect that he would dismiss him with the word "cold". He couldn't help but be stunned and forgot to ask again.
Pei Wanying's eyes were smiling, and she laughed softly next to Li Hong and said, "You are quite interesting. I asked you to compete in Qujiangchi, but you actually refused because of your coldness."
"No, in a month it will be freezing cold. I'm not a fool. I'm sucking my nose in the cold wind, and then I'm as frozen as a leaf, pretending to be a romantic talent." Li Hong didn't feel that he was a genius at all. If you reject Cui Chi, you will lose face.
"But I heard that it will be very lively there. There is a poetry meeting in Baqiao every spring, and after winter comes, the scale of the poetry meeting in Qujiang Pool is no smaller than that in Baqiao. It is said that there will be some famous poets. The talented man will go there, like Wang Bo." Pei Wanying glanced at Li Hong, as if explaining the importance of the poetry meeting to Li Hong.
"No, some ignorant people are just pretending to be intellectuals. If they had real talent and learning, I'm afraid they wouldn't go. It would be more comfortable to warm up at home."
"That's not necessarily true. Many people go there every year. Especially since His Highness the Crown Prince visited a few years ago, the Linshui Pavilion and Water Palace attract many literati to go there every year."
"Your Majesty, have you been here?" Li Hong felt a little short-circuited and had already forgotten what happened almost ten years ago.
"Yes, you don't know, right? Although His Highness the Crown Prince did not compose a poem that year, Wang Bo only composed one. However, the cover paper of the water cup that His Highness the Crown Prince displayed for the students could be turned upside down without leaking. It was also Since then, these students have been going there every year. Although no talented and talented people have emerged every year, there are still some scholars who have become famous in Chang'an. "
"But except for Wang Bo who was recruited to the mansion by Li...Pei King Li Xian, aren't there any other scholars who are favored by the princes of the royal family?" Li Hong almost called out Li Xian's name, but he didn't notice it from the look on Pei Wanying's face. However, he found that Pei Wanying quite liked poetry and songs.
"That's not true. The main reason is that Wang Bo was so famous. In his early years, there was a child prodigy in Chang'an who was known as the Four Great Talents along with Yang Jiong, King Luo Bin, and Lu Zhaolin. There was also the prince of the dynasty who also wrote poems and poems since he was a child. Every poem that has been handed down is a good poem that can be passed down through the ages. However, because of his military campaigns in the Western Regions in recent years, I have rarely heard of him writing poems." Pei Wanying followed Li Hong's footsteps and walked in the empty Lantian. County, the two of them were going to see Sun Simiao to see how well Sun Simiao had studied the cowpox.
Pei Wanying's father was Pei Xingjian. Naturally, the father and daughter exchanged letters. It was natural for them to know that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince was fighting in the Western Regions.
What's more, Li Hong never wrote poetry in the Western Regions, only one poem, and Pei Xingjian was not present at the time, and Li Hong didn't know whether Pei Wanying knew about it.
"Then... do you also like His Highness the Prince's poems?" It was the first time Li Hong heard someone talking about him, so he asked with great interest.
"Well, I like his poems very much, but there is one exception. Just like you didn't like the scholar just now, I feel that His Highness the Crown Prince doesn't like literati very much." After saying this, Pei Wanying's eyes said, There was even a hint of worry.
I don’t know whether it’s because I’m worried that His Highness the Crown Prince doesn’t like literati, or I’m worried that His Highness the Crown Prince doesn’t write poems often.
"Is there any, the prince has poems...?" Li Honggang asked doubtfully, and then heard Pei Wanying's voice ringing in his ears.
"Immortals and Buddhas have not yet come to fruition, and they only know how to sing uncontrollably alone in the night. The wind is full of sad songs, and the mud is stained with bad luck. Nine out of ten people can look down upon them, and one hundred is useless as a scholar. Don't worry about the poems and turn them into prophecies. Spring birds and autumn insects make their own noises." After Pei Wanying finished reading, she looked at Li Hong and asked, "What do you think?"
"This is obviously a good poem to encourage scholars. How can it be a poem that looks down on literati?" Li Hong was a little dumbfounded because he had been beaten a lot because of this poem. Now
Because of the saying that a scholar is useless, he is often mentioned as a mockery of a scholar, and he is the culprit. He was scolded by his mother for this matter two days ago.
Pei Wanying shook her head and murmured: "Although it is encouragement, I don't know why, but I always feel that His Highness..."
At this point, Pei Wanying suddenly stopped talking, shrank her neck mischievously, then pointed her slender index finger at the sky, and then whispered: "Don't talk nonsense."
When Li Hong looked at Pei Wanying, he didn't feel artificial at all. Instead, he enjoyed it and liked seeing her expression.
Pei Wanying looked at Li Hong and just smiled and shrugged, not understanding what he meant.
The two looked at each other and smiled, and after taking a few steps forward silently, Pei Wanying raised her head again, looked at Li Hong and said: "Actually, His Royal Highness the Prince has another poem, I like this one better, but Chang'an doesn't know about it yet. "
(End of chapter)