The stars are pouring down, thousands of lights are on, and Ganzhou City is more lively than usual tonight.
At the banquet of the magistrate's yamen, everyone was studying "Ti Lumen Army" when Wei Changxian suddenly sighed: "Everyone, please don't fall for the evil trick!"
"Oh? What did General Wei say?" An old judge immediately burst into laughter. He seemed to be questioning, but in fact he was helping Wei Changxian.
Wei Changxian cleared his throat and said: "Although Zhang Longxiang has no evidence of reverse breeding, Zhang Wankong has not returned yet. He is afraid that he is absconding in fear of crime. This is something everyone knows. This time the Lumen Army went south, every time the demons and barbarians were dispatched , Zhang Longxiang could detect it in advance, how can he, a Hanlin, compare with two great scholars from our human race? What’s more, there is a talented person from the Xunzi family among us.”
Everyone nodded, and many looked at Xun Tianling.
Xun Tianling is in his early forties, with thick eyebrows and a square face, a straight nose and a broad mouth, a resolute face and a majestic appearance. He sat there, already writing "Ti Lumen Jun" with pen and paper, lowering his head and thinking, without saying a word.
Wei Changxian secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Since Xun Tianling didn't speak, it meant that he would never participate in Chu's internal affairs, so he didn't have to worry too much.
"The Lumen Army went south this time, gathering the manpower and material resources of Chu State, just to seize Lianshan Pass. But now, it is being harassed by the Barbarian King, and the situation is critical. After all, he is the Barbarian King, not some chicken and tile dog! Everyone in the army knows it , we may all die in the hands of the barbarian king! However, in order to boost the morale of the army and show our confidence to the people of Chu and the king of Chu, we participated in this dinner. But when it came to Zhang Longxiang’s mouth, it turned into a song! Watching dances and traveling around, why is he so vicious? He is obviously framed and framed, acting like a traitor!"
"That makes sense." The old Juren agreed.
"Not only is it reasonable, I even suspect that Zhang Longxiang wrote this poem just to suppress the morale of our army!"
Many people nodded slightly.
"Marshal, please severely punish Zhang Longxiang. This man cannot be retained!" Wei Changxian immediately turned around and saluted Lumenhou.
The banquet was silent, and everyone looked at Lumenhou.
Lumenhou smiled slightly and said: "Dragon Elephant is talented. This is a happy event, but it is suspected of reverse breeding and needs to be discussed. I believe that Zhujiang Marquis has not reversed breeding so far. It is not so much an attack. It is more of a complaint. At most I just want revenge."
Everyone was shocked. After all, this Lumenhou was not a fuel-efficient lamp. Why did Zhang Longxiang take revenge? Revenge against whom? Naturally, he wanted to take revenge not only on Lumenhou or Gou Bao, but also on the King of Chu!
"The general thinks that if Zhang Longxiang is not severely punished, it will not be enough to stabilize the morale of the army!" Wei Changxian said loudly.
Lumenhou said displeasedly: "Let's stop talking about this matter. It's a banquet now. If we argue with Zhang Longxiang over such things, wouldn't we be just as narrow-minded as him?"
"You will eventually admire me for being able to support a boat, but you will eventually realize your mistake." Wei Changxian immediately backed away.
When the generals in the army saw this scene, they secretly sighed that no wonder Wei Changxian was so favored by Marquis Lumen. In just a few words. He demoted Zhang Longxiang to the mud and raised Lumenhou to the sky.
"Then, the banquet will continue..." Before the governor of Ganzhou finished speaking, another voice sounded like spring thunder.
"The diseased bones are torn apart and the gauze cap is wide, and the lonely minister travels thousands of miles to Jianggan.
Although I am humble, I dare not forget about my country. The matter is settled and I still have to wait for the coffin to be closed.
The saints of heaven and earth support the temple, and the elders of Beijing look to Heluan.
When you start teaching, you can learn about the present and the past. You can look more closely by lighting up the lamp in the middle of the night. "
As soon as this poem came out, everyone in the audience was shocked.
Xun Tianling wrote the whole poem quickly, and then looked at the poem and murmured to himself: "I am humble enough to not forget my country. I am humble enough to not forget my country. It is rare! It is rare! With this sentence alone, I can hope to conquer the country!"
The governor of Ganzhou rolled his eyes and sighed: "Whether Marquis Zhujiang is suspected of being a traitor or not, it has nothing to do with poetry. Since the banquet is similar to a literary meeting, and I have invited Marquis Zhujiang, then this poem can be considered to have been written at my banquet in Ganzhou. Who commented?”
The expressions of the generals of the Lumen Army changed slightly, and Wei Changxian even cursed in his heart. He had been rejected by the Ganzhou Magistrate before and said nothing. Obviously he knows the importance, but now two good poems suddenly appear in succession, the meaning of the banquet must be different. If this opportunity can be seized, the prefect of Ganzhou will most likely become famous.
An old Jinshi immediately said: "I love this poem very much, and I hope the prefect will give me a chance."
When Wei Changxian saw the old Jinshi, he became even more angry. The old Jinshi was nicknamed the Poetry Maniac. He was a prodigy in his early years, but because he loved poetry so much, he delayed the imperial examination. He did not become a Jinshi until he was over forty, and then gave up Confucianism completely. Holy way, concentrate on studying poetry.
Although the poet-mad old man is over ninety years old, his body is still strong. He himself once said that if he does not appear in the literary world, he will never laugh into the nine springs.
Among the Confucius and Saints literary circles, the person who created the most Mingzhou poems was this old man who was a poetry enthusiast, and he created eleven Mingzhou poems.
The ambition of the old man who was a poetry enthusiast in his early years was to be the first person in the world of Confucian and Saint literature to compose a poem to subjugate the country. Unfortunately, it was always difficult to complete it. After the war between the two realms, he changed his ambition and wanted to write a poem for the human race to be handed down from generation to generation.
Wei Changxian originally wanted to prevent him from appreciating this poem, but when the old man of poetry came forward, he could only shut up. The old man of poetry was so famous that he had disciples all over Chu State, including two great bachelors and several When the great Confucians saw him, they all gave him the courtesy of disciples.
The generals of the Lumen Army looked at each other, and finally shook their heads slightly.
"Please appreciate this poem, the old man who is crazy about poetry!" The magistrate of Ganzhou immediately went over in person and helped the old man who was crazy about poetry to the front of the banquet venue.
The poetic old man stood there, looking up at the night sky, and said nothing for a long time. Everyone at the banquet waited quietly, and the more they waited, the more curious they became.
After a long time, the old man who was crazy about poetry sighed and said with a smile: "I haven't read such a good poem in the literary world for a long time. I can't help but feel a little hesitant and find it difficult to speak. Please forgive me."
Everyone immediately responded with smiles. Not only were they not angry about waiting, but they were even more looking forward to the poetry-mad old man's comments.
"According to the usual practice, I first interpret the meaning of the poem, and then interpret its deeper meaning."
After finishing speaking, the old man who was crazy about poetry glanced at the audience and said slowly: "This poem has eight four-line lines. The first couplet 'The sick bones are torn apart and the gauze cap is wide, and the lonely minister thousands of miles away from the river.' is simple and easy to understand. The poet is sick and thin, so that his head is The hat looks wide, and a person is alone on the river bank far away from home. "Shamao Kuan" is very vivid, and the words "lonely minister" and "wanli", one means very few, and the other means extremely far, are juxtaposed here, and even more so. Showing profoundness.”
"The line in the couplet, 'I dare not forget to worry about the country even though I am in a low position; the coffin must be closed when the matter is determined'" is a good sentence that shocked the city. Even if Zhang Longxiang is just a lone minister now and is considered to be of low status by the Chu State, he still dare not forget it. Worrying about the country and the people, as to whether he is a traitor, we should wait until his death to conclude the coffin. The sentence "I dare not forget to worry about the country despite my humble position" expresses his sadness in the past ten years and recent times. Regardless of his identity, I only focus on his poetry. , the precision of the words, the conciseness of the text, and the fullness of emotion are comparable to Fang Xusheng's sentence "I miss my loved ones more during the festive season." I have been studying poetry for decades, and I only said one off-topic sentence. Even if the poet of the Wangyou Kingdom tears his flesh and blood, smashes his bones, and burns his remains, he will never treason or rebel against his species! From today on, anything related to Zhang Longxiang will never happen! The old man will never say whether it is true or not, and will only say, 'The matter must be closed before the coffin is closed'!"
.(To be continued.)