Take the warehouse back to the end of the Ming Dynasty

"Crack crackle crackle!"

After a few whips, the entire hall fell silent.

Chongzhen also walked into the Palace of Preserving Harmony surrounded by several eunuchs at this time.

The courtiers looked at Chongzhen who walked in, and bowed three times and bowed nine times.

Immediately after was playing music, Chongzhen waved his big hand in the sound of music, and shouted to the civil and military officials below, and the noble and noble relatives shouted: "Everyone loves you."

After many officials and royal relatives shouted long live three times, they slowly stood up.

The process of the Wanshou Festival is complex and complex, but it is not complicated at all.

After the process of pilgrimage was over, Chongzhen sat on the throne of the Hall of Preserving Harmony, and civil and military officials, nobles and royal relatives sat in the seats according to the way of superiority and inferiority.

Because it was the Longevity Festival, there were a lot of officials seated, and the seats were all the way outside the main hall.

Of course, the Wanshou Festival banquet is divided into meals, otherwise, there would not be such a big table.

Zhao Wennai is the commander-in-chief of Xuanzhen, with the seal of General Zhenshuo, and is the head of the commander-in-chief of the Nine Frontiers, so Zhao Wen's desk is closer to the front.After all, Zhao Daniu was not the general soldier, so he could only stand behind Zhao Wen.

Man Gui is the commander-in-chief of Datong, and he has the seal of General Xiqian, second only to Zhao Wen, so his position is behind Zhao Wen, next to Zhao Wen's position.

As for Wu Xiang, he was behind Man Gui, not far from Man Gui's position.

Because Wu Sangui was not the commander in chief, he had no seat and could only stand behind Wu Xiang.

Holding the wine glass, Zhao Wen raised it high towards Man Gui, "Brother Man Gui, come, drink this cup."

Man Gui also picked up his wine glass, touched Zhao Wenyao, and drank it down in one gulp.

Seeing this, Zhao Wen also drank the wine in his cup.

Sitting on the throne, Chongzhen looked at Zhao Wen who was eating and drinking, feeling extremely bitter in his heart.

At the beginning, it was this Zhao Wen who broke the siege of the capital and killed all the thieves. Originally, he thought that the Ming Dynasty could achieve ZTE under his own hands, but who would have thought that there would be today.

Zhao Wen's strength is too strong. If he is not eliminated, his harm will probably be greater than that of Jiannu and Rogue combined.

Chongzhen held the wine glass and lost his mood for a while.

Wen Tiren was sitting at the front of the civil servant team. He looked at Zhao Wen and narrowed his eyes.

"Hmph, eating is so vulgar, you really are just a common man." Wen Tiren looked at Zhao Wen and said sarcastically.

Gao Qiqian stood beside Chongzhen, he leaned into Chongzhen's ear, and said in a low voice: "My lord, the matter has been settled, and it is estimated that Liu Wu will lead the troops to the capital in a short time."

Chongzhen nodded, and said with a happy face: "It's just right, it's just right. Get Liu Wu here first, and then slowly divide Zhao Wen's men and horses. When his men and horses completely fall apart, Zhao Wen will die. day."

Chongzhen looked at Zhao Wen with a gloomy look in his eyes.

Zhao Wen glanced lightly at Chongzhen, although he saw Chongzhen's cold gaze, Zhao Wen didn't care about it at all.

Wen Tiren picked up the wine glass on the table and drank the wine in it.

Wen Tiren put down the wine glass in his hand, and suddenly stood up.

All the officials in the hall set their eyes on Wen Tiren.

"What's the matter with Wen Aiqing?" Chongzhen looked at Wen Tiren who stood up, and asked.

Wen Tiren arched his hands at Chongzhen, and said: "Your Majesty, I heard that the General Soldier of Xuanzhen is quite talented and famous, and that his ability in poetry and poetry is not inferior to that of Juren, so I beg Your Majesty to let Zhao Wen and Zhao Zongbing compose poems." One song, so that I can wait to open my eyes."

As soon as Wen Tiren's voice fell, the entire hall became silent, and the eyes of many officials kept moving on Zhao Wen and Wen Tiren.

I don't know what Wen Tiren is thinking about asking the chief soldier of the town to write a poem?

Asking a general to compose a poem is like asking Zhang Fei to embroider flowers, it is simply impossible.

This kind of thing was common in the Tang Dynasty, but since the Song Dynasty, it has become the norm to use literature to control martial arts, the status of generals has become lower and lower, and there are fewer and fewer generals who can write poetry.

In the Ming Dynasty, especially after Jiajing, many generals in the army did not even know the characters, let alone compose poems.

Besides, it is well known that Zhao Wen is good at fighting, but I have never heard that Zhao Wen can compose poems.

If Zhao Wen really knew how to compose poems, there would definitely be poems circulating outside.

But for so many years, I haven't heard any poems from Zhao Wen come out.

Zhao Wen obviously doesn't know how to compose poems, isn't this Wen Tiren clearly bullying others?

Datong General Soldier Man Gui looked at Wen Tiren with anger on his face.

"Isn't this clearly bullying?" Man Gui pointed at Wen Tiren and shouted dissatisfied.

Wen Tiren's eyes froze, and he glared at Man Gui, "Mr. Man, how do you know Mr. Zhao can't compose poems?"

"Yes, I often heard that Zhao Zongbing is famous for his talent and can write poems and fus. Zhao Zongbing is not as good as writing a poem, just to cheer up." Chongzhen looked at Zhao Wen with a smile, his face full of tears. Playful color.

Chongzhen didn't believe that Zhao Wen could compose poems at all, nor did he believe that Zhao Wen could write any poems.

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Chapter 353 This is Anti-Poetry

All eyes in the hall were on Zhao Wen.

Zhao Wen looked at Chongzhen sitting on the throne and Wen Tiren standing there, his face was full of calm.

Zhao Daniu looked at Chongzhen and Wen Tiren with anger on his face.

Wu Sangui stood behind Wu Xiang with a sneer on his face.

"Zhao Bing, I often heard people say that you are very good at poetry and poetry. Now it's the Longevity Festival. Why don't you write a poem to add to the fun?" Wu Sangui said maliciously.

Zu Dashou was also afraid that the world would not be chaotic, and echoed: "Yes, Mr. Zhao is the No. 1 military general. If you want to compose poems, it is just a trivial matter for Mr. Zhao. Please ask Mr. Zhao to write poems." One."

Chongzhen pointed at Zu Dashou and the others, and said to Zhao Wen: "You see, everyone is looking forward to it very much, please Zhao Aiqing not to shirk."

Zhao Wen kept sneering as he looked at the faces of the crowd.

Seeing that Zhao Wen hadn't said anything for a long time, Wen Tiren taunted, "If Zhao Zongbing really doesn't know how to do it, then let's just say it, we people will definitely not blame Zhao Zongbing?"

"Blame? Hehe, you really have a good plan." Zhao Wen sneered.

"That's enough. General Zhao is just a general. You asked the general to compose poems? You can think of it, so why don't you lead troops to fight?" Man Gui and Zhao Wen also had a good relationship. He looked at the hall This scene in the movie, I really couldn't bear it, and shouted at Wen Tiren.

Wen Tiren looked at Man Gui who was yelling at him, his face was gloomy enough to drip water.

Man Gui is just the chief soldier of Datong, but he is the chief assistant of the cabinet. If he yells at him in front of so many people, doesn't this mean he doesn't take himself seriously at all?

"Man Zongbing, you are so angry, do you want to write a poem for Zhao Zongbing? If you want to write a poem, I will definitely not stop you.

But if you don't want to, then just shut your mouth, no one will treat you as dumb. Wen Tiren pointed at Man Gui and shouted sharply.

Chongzhen looked at Man Gui and was quite dissatisfied.

"Man Aiqing, Wen Aiqing just asked Zhao Aiqing to compose a poem, it's not too much, why do you want to stop it?" Although Chongzhen's tone was calm, his expression was extremely cold.

From just now until now, Man Gui has been speaking for Zhao Wen, which has to make Chongzhen wonder if this Man Gui has taken refuge in Zhao Wen.

"Brother Man, it doesn't have to be like this. Isn't it just a poem? What's so difficult about it?" Zhao Wen stood up, walked to Man Gui's side, patted Man Gui's shoulder, and said with relief.

Seeing Zhao Wen stand up, Wen Tiren taunted: "Zongbing Zhao wants to compose a poem? Since that's the case, then I have to listen carefully and see what poems Zongbing Zhao can make. However, I still I want to persuade Zhao Zongbing, if you really can’t do it, don’t force it. But don’t make a poem that doesn’t make sense at that time, which will only increase the joke.”

Zhao Wen looked at Wen Tiren with disdain, and said in a deep voice: "You heard that I am famous for my talent, so I am sorry for you if I don't show it?"

"Hehe, since that's the case, then I want to see what poems Zhao Zongbing can make." Wen Tiren sneered again and again.

Zhao Wen withdrew his gaze, stood in the center of the hall, took a deep breath, and walked back and forth in the hall.

Wen Tiren looked at Zhao Wen like this, and sneered in his heart, "Huh, I still want to learn Cao Zhi's seven-step poem, just like you, do you deserve it?"

Wen Tiren didn't believe that Zhao Wen could make any poems at all. What he said just now was nothing more than deliberately making things difficult for Zhao Wen.

Zhao Wen suddenly stopped, he let out a long breath, and his expression suddenly became serious.

Zhao Wen glared at Wen Tiren, cleared his throat, and said, "The scenery of the northern country is covered with ice for thousands of miles, and snow drifts for thousands of miles."

Wen Tiren was very disapproving after hearing these words.

"Hehe, is this the level of the chief soldier? This level is so-so, and there is nothing special about it? These poems are like the language of a villager, even a seven or eight-year-old boy can write it. No way, no way, I think Mr. Zhao should not waste his time." Wen Tiren sarcastically said.

To be honest, if you just read these few sentences of this poem, it is really not very brilliant.

But don't forget that good poems are not made of gorgeous rhetoric. After all, this poem was written by Taizu.

Zhao Wen looked at Wen Tiren, unmoved at all, but gave him a cold stare.

"Looking inside and outside the Great Wall, there is nothing but turbulence; up and down the great river, it suddenly loses its turbulence.

The mountain dance silver snake, the original Chi wax figure, wants to compare with Tiangong test.

It must be a sunny day, looking at the red dress wrapped in plain clothes, it is extraordinarily enchanting. "

When Zhao Wen read these few sentences, the whole hall was filled with the sound of gasping for air.

Especially those civil servants, they looked at Zhao Wen and talked a lot.

They really couldn't understand that this general who led troops to fight could write such poems.

The previous sentence looks plain, but it paves the way for the following, pulling the field of vision to the vicinity of the Great Wall, and a sense of heroism emerges spontaneously.

Juxtaposing the Great Wall and the Yellow River makes the heroic spirit go one step further.

The last sentence is to compare with the Tiangong test, which is simply the finishing touch, and it makes people ambitious all at once.

Hearing Zhao Wen's voice, Wen Tiren's expression changed again and again.

Even Chongzhen looked at Zhao Wen with a gloomy face.

"My dear, you really know how to compose poetry." Although Man Gui didn't understand poetry, he could feel a heroic feeling in Zhao Wen's words.

"If I'm not wrong, this should be Qinyuanchun." Wu Xiang frowned, looked at Zhao Wen standing in the hall, and said slowly.

Wu Sangui said with a face of dissatisfaction: "Father, look at this rhythm, it is indeed Qinyuanchun."

Wu Xiang also reads a lot of books on weekdays. Although he can't say he is proficient in poetry, he also knows a lot of poetry.

And Wu Sangui has received a good education since he was a child, and knows a lot about poetry.

Wu Xiang looked at Zhao Wen and sighed repeatedly.

Wu Sangui's eyes were full of jealousy, he really couldn't figure out why this Zhao Wen could fight wars and also compose poems.

When Zhao Wen read this, he suddenly stopped.

Wen Tiren looked at Zhao Wen with a gloomy face, "Why don't you read it anymore? Keep reading, I want to see what else you can read. Could it be that you have exhausted your talent? I don't know how to proceed." ?”

Like a clown, Wen Tiren kept sneering at Zhao Wen.

Wu Sangui looked at Zhao Wen who had stopped, and couldn't help but let out a long breath, "It seems that he should not be able to continue, otherwise, how could he stop?"

Zhao Wen looked at Wen Tiren with pity on his face, and shook his head involuntarily.

"The country is so beautiful that it has attracted countless heroes.

Pity Qin Huang Han Wu, slightly lost literary talent; Tang Zong Song Zu, slightly less coquettish.

Genghis Khan, a generation of Tianjiao, only knew how to bow and shoot big eagles.

All are gone, a few romantic figures, but also look at the present. "

After Zhao Wen finished reading, he walked to his own table, sat quietly on the chair, filled a glass of wine for himself, and drank himself.

There was no sound in the entire hall, and everyone was shocked by the second half of the poem.

Wu Sangui looked at Zhao Wen with a dull face, and kept muttering in his mouth: "It's all in the past, counting the romantic figures, and looking at the present. I'm not as good as him, I'm not as good as him."

Wen Tiren looked at Zhao Wen in horror. He really couldn't imagine that Zhao Wen wrote this poem, and he couldn't even imagine that a general soldier could write such a poem.

Not to mention Wen Tiren, all the civil servants in the hall looked at Zhao Wen in disbelief.

They really don't understand that a military general can make such poems, and they don't understand either.

Chongzhen looked at Zhao Wen, speechless for a long time.

Man Gui looked at Zhao Wen with admiration in his heart.

Gao Qiqian muttered the last few words, the expression on his face changed again and again.

"You are anti-poetry, you are anti-poetry." Gao Qiqian pointed at Zhao Wen, and suddenly shouted.

"Pity Qin Huang Han Wu, a little less literary talent; Tang Zong Song Zu, a little less coquettish.