Capítulo 180: Chapter 180 Who in the world doesn’t recognize you?
"Get your pen and ink ready."
Li Qingxuan stood up boldly.
There was already an attendant placing a thick stack of rice paper on the table.
"Li Bai, the poet, Du Fu, the poet, Bai Juyi, Li Qingzhao, Su Dongpo, Tao Yuanming, please give me strength."
Li Qingxuan laughed wildly.
Everyone in the hall looked at him stupidly.
"Is this man sick? Is he crazy?"
Li Qingxuan first read a long list of names, and then walked to the center of the hall.
At this moment, the entire hall fell into silence.
Countless eyes were focused on Li Qingxuan.
"Today is the Queen Mother's birthday party. I will write a poem to the Queen Mother first."
"Peacocks fly across the screen, and pingting dances on the brocade flowers."
"The red gauze sleeves are warm and glazed, and the golden duck stove is fragrant with pepper and cinnamon."
"You have a beautiful face and green eyebrows. The virtues of your life are in your youth."
"Now it's time to add a turtle and a crane. Yuan is the birthday star of Nanji."
Just a poem, let everyone savor it carefully.
Just for celebrating birthdays, it is already a masterpiece.
But many people are not impressed.
At this birthday banquet, who didn't prepare a birthday poem to please the Queen Mother?
With the status of King You, it is normal to pay someone to write a poem and memorize it in advance.
The third gentleman had a smile on his face and remained as still as a mountain.
Although this poem is good, it is far from being a quatrain.
He is confident that his level can still overwhelm this King You!
"The second song, marching into the army."
"The beacon light shines on Xijing, and I feel uneasy."
"Yazhang bid farewell to Fengque, and the iron cavalry circled Dragon City."
"The snow is dark and the flag paintings are withered, and the wind is heavy and makes the sound of drums."
"It is better to be a centurion than a scholar."
If the birthday poem just now made everyone look at Li Qingxuan a little more seriously, then the whole room was shocked as soon as this poem was finished.
No matter whether they were civil or military, their breathing became rapid.
Among the civil and military officials present, there were many who were determined to serve the country, and there were also many children of aristocratic families who had not yet entered the official ranks.
That sentence, "It's better to be a centurion than a scholar," struck their hearts instantly.
Yes, when the country is in crisis, each of us should take up arms. It is better to die on the battlefield than to be a powerless scholar.
Only in this way can we live up to what we have learned in our lives, our country, and ourselves.
Many people at the scene were completely infected by this poem, and their palms trembled.
Some people think of the experience of King You. He was originally an ordinary husband-in-law of the empress, but he went into battle wearing armor and beat Bei Yuan so hard that he didn't dare to show his face. Isn't this a true portrayal of King You?
At this moment, the way everyone looked at Li Qingxuan had completely changed.
The third gentleman, chewing on Li Qingxuan's poems, could no longer remain calm.
Even with his knowledge, he couldn't find anything wrong with it.
This poem is unique in the world.
In the main hall, the scholars who had been surrounding Mr. Third all had flushed faces at this moment, looking at Li Qingxuan as if they were looking at a god.
There was a painting on the high platform, eyes shining, staring at the figure.
"My husband's poems are much higher than those of the three gentlemen."
Even the Queen Mother was a little moved.
And just when everyone was still recalling the artistic conception of the previous poem, Li Qingxuan spoke again.
"The third one."
"Don't you see, the horse river is running along the snowy seaside, and the flat sand is vast and yellow."
"The wind roars on a September night in Bei Valley, and the gravel in the river is as big as a bucket, and the stones are scattered all over the ground in the wind."
"Bei Yuan grass and yellow horses are getting fat, and smoke and dust are flying in the west of Jinshan Mountain."
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"The captives should be frightened when they hear this. Unexpectedly, they don't dare to fight with short soldiers..."
It is actually a war poem.
At this moment, the blood of countless generals in the hall was boiling, and the blood of countless scholars was stirring.
"A man should shed his blood and sacrifice his life to serve his country."
"My past eighteen years have been wasted. From now on, I will definitely take it as my responsibility to help the world and protect our country."
"After today, I will join the army..."
Countless young scholars clenched their fists and made their own aspirations.
The atmosphere reached a climax.
The third gentleman sat there, as if he had seen a ghost.
Every poem reflects the King You's ambition to serve the country, which is touching.
Huazhi looked at Li Qingxuan's side face infatuatedly. In addition to shock, there was also a trace of her little daughter's admiration in her eyes.
She had heard Li Qingxuan say before that if he wanted to be better than Mr. Third, she should just think it was her husband who was just talking nonsense.
But now I know that my husband's talent is as bright as the bright moon.
Everyone in the entire hall was immersed in Li Qingxuan's poems.
"The fourth one."
Li Qingxuan continued: "Dedicated to my wife."
"Clouds think of clothes and flowers think of appearance."
"The spring breeze blows through Revlon."
"If we don't meet at the top of Qunyu Mountain."
"I suspect it's Yaotai meeting under the moon."
"The fifth one."
"Famous flowers make the whole country happy."
"The prince often makes me smile."
"Explain Spring Breeze's infinite hatred."
"Agarwood Pavilion leans against the langan in the north."
"The sixth song is the water tune."
"When will the bright moon come? Ask the sky for wine."
"I wonder what year it is today in the palace in the sky."
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"People have joys and sorrows, separations and reunions, and the moon waxes and wanes. This is a difficult thing in ancient times."
"Nung, moon and new moon!"
Song 7, Song 8, Song 9...
One good sentence after another popped out of Li Qingxuan's mouth.
Any poem can be passed down through the ages.
One is more amazing than the other, and one is more shocking than the other.
When Li Qingxuan read to an emotional point, he couldn't help but pick up the wine bottle and pour it directly into his mouth. He was wild and heroic, as if he was possessed by a poetic fairy.
Every word he said shocked the readers present.
The attendant in charge of copying the book next to him had a sore wrist.
There is already a stack of written papers.
Mr. Third's throat rolled and his body began to tremble.
It was as if Li Qingxuan turned into a giant and trampled him under his feet, rubbing him repeatedly.
Compare?
How else to compare?
Every poem was enough to hang him up and beat him.
Any one of them would be a masterpiece that he would have struggled to write in his entire life.
What kind of poet is he? Compared with this King You, he is simply a poetry worm.
Li Qingxuan threw the empty wine bottle aside and laughed: "The hundredth song."
"The thin clouds make tricks, the flying stars spread hatred, and the silver man is far away in darkness."
"When the golden phoenix and the jade dew meet, they will defeat countless people in the world!"
"Tenderness is like water, good times are like dreams, and you can bear to look at the Magpie Bridge on your way back."
"If love lasts for a long time, how can we stay together day and night?"
After chanting to this point, Li Qingxuan also had a look on his face.
The entire hall fell into silence.
Many people have heard rumors about this King You. It is said that he has been waiting in that wilderness for three years.
And isn't this poem a reflection of his state of mind at this moment?
As soon as Jin Feng Yu Lu met, he defeated countless people in the world. Isn't that the scene when he and His Majesty met again.
"If love lasts for a long time, how can we stay together day and night?"
Huazhi burst into tears unknowingly.
Thinking of what her husband has done for her, she feels that she owes her a lot.
One hundred songs, a whole hundred songs.
After the extreme silence in the hall, a burst of violent noise broke out.
One hundred poems, even the most common among them, are rare masterpieces.
Some of them are more quatrains.
When everyone's emotions calmed down a little, Li Qingxuan looked at Mr. Three sitting there.
"Mr. 3, it's your turn."
At this moment, everyone in the Dali Envoy Group lowered their heads.
How can this compare?
Even Mr. Three showed a wry smile and shook his head.
"His Royal Highness You Wang has talents both ancient and modern. After today, I will never dare to use the name Shikui again."
After saying that, he raised a glass of wine, bowed to Li Qingxuan, and drank it down in one gulp.
What you drink is full of bitterness.
This poet came down to earth, and for three hundred years, no one could even compare to him.
The third gentleman sighed: "There is only one stone in the world, and Li Qingxuan has nine buckets, and the world has one bucket."
After saying this, there was an uproar in the venue.
This third gentleman, who is famous all over the world, undoubtedly gave Li Qingxuan an unprecedented evaluation.
After today, who in the world will not recognize you?
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