I, the queen and the father, start with a deer as a horse

Seeing this, Wei Xinglai looked at a young man in brocade clothes beside him, leaned over his ear, and asked:

"Liu Yu, have you finished the poem I asked you to compose?"

The young man in brocade clothes, with a delicate and rosy face, replied:

"It's just a little poem, what's so difficult..."

Having said that, he hiccupped and continued:

"Tell me the truth, I have already finished the poem the day my lord told me to do it."

Wei Xinglai was slightly taken aback, frowned, and asked:

"The official asked you before, why do you keep shirking?"

Liu Yu, who is known as the chief poet of Yanbei Mansion, had a smile on the corner of his mouth, and said slowly:

"If you tell your lord the content of this poem before I go down, and your lord takes it for himself, what can I do?"

Wei Xinglai took a deep breath, calmed down the anger in his heart, and said calmly:

"Didn't I agree to you, I'll give you this opportunity to show off, and you can recite your poems by yourself!"

Liu Yu narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at Wei Xinglai, as if he was drunk, and said in an indistinct voice:

"You people...say one thing and do another...you can't be trusted..."

As soon as this word comes out.

Wei Xinglai's eyes burst into blazing anger, but thinking that he would still be useful, he held back and said coldly:

"Tell me the content of your poem."

Liu Yu glanced at him, did not refuse, and chanted softly.

"Zimo Hongchen came over, everyone looked at the flowers.

All the osmanthus trees in Xuandu Temple were planted after Mr. Zhao left. "

Hear this poem.

Wei Xinglai's eyes lit up, his face showed excitement, and he couldn't help saying in a trembling voice:

"Good! Great poem!"

The first line of the poem describes the continuous flow of pedestrians, vehicles and horses on Chang'an Avenue.

The second sentence describes that people have just returned from viewing flowers in Xuandu Temple.

Xuandu Temple is a Taoist temple in the south of Chang'an City, which is quite famous.

The last two sentences are saying...

There are many osmanthus trees planted in Xuandu Temple, all of which were planted by Mr. Zhao after he left Chang'an.

The Zhao Gong here undoubtedly refers to Zhao Jing, the last prime minister who was pushed out by the prime minister Fang Xiu ten years ago and was forced to resign.

The four lines of the poem are nothing to listen to, they just describe the scene of the people in Chang'an city admiring the sweet-scented osmanthus.

In fact, the irony is thick!

The first two sentences.

Those who look at the flowers refer to the upstarts in Chang'an City, such as Du Chen'an, Minister of the Ministry of Officials, Qin Xingyan, Minister of the Household Department, etc...

For the sake of wealth and fortune, they rush to the rich and powerful, just like rushing to see sweet-scented osmanthus in the world of mortals.

The last two sentences.

What Gui Qianshu was referring to was the new prime minister——Fang Xiu!

Ten years ago, Mr. Zhao became an official and left Chang'an.

Fang Xiu climbed to the position of prime minister by relying on flattery and flattery, and made Chang'an a mess, with smoke and dust blowing into his face...

In just four lines of poems, using the topic to express Liu Yu's great contempt and ruthless irony for these people.

and this......

Exactly what Wei Xinglai wanted!

He restrained the excitement in his heart, looked at the Hanlin Academy book beside him, and said:

"I don't care what you think, I must memorize this poem later!"

Immediately afterwards, I took a deep breath, stood up, and recited this poem.

at this time.

But Liu Yu grabbed him, and said drunkenly:

"Didn't your lord just agree to let me recite this poem?"

Chapter 144 Beat yourself up?

Wei Xing came to think about it, anyway, the poem has already been written, so whoever reads it is still the same.

Nodding his head, he agreed:

"Okay, you come to read."

Then sat back down.

Seeing this, Liu Yu's eyes flickered, he stood up slowly, and said in a voice that everyone could hear:

"Beautiful scenery on a good day, beautiful wine and beautiful women, how can we do it without poetry to cheer us up."

"Although I am not talented, I am willing to compose a poem to attract jade!"

The voice fell.

Yin Renju was quieter.

Everyone looked at the young man in Huafu who suddenly stood up, their eyes were full of bewilderment.

"Who is this person? Why did you suddenly stand up and want to compose a poem?"

"I heard that there is a poet named Liu Yu in the Zhou State Mission, and it should be this person."

"I don't know what kind of poem he wants to write."

There was a lot of discussion.

Seeing this, Zhou Zheng became nervous.

He knew that Wei Xing had come to find Liu Yu, the chief poet, to mess things up, so maybe something would happen.

"I hope he just writes poetry and doesn't make some messy metaphors..."

Zhou Zheng sighed inwardly, thinking so.

On the second floor, private room.

"It's finally here!"

The little empress felt her heart sank when she saw the man in gorgeous clothes who suddenly stood up and said he wanted to compose a poem.

Don't look at that Wei Xinglai was talking about rituals and music before, and he was going to compete in force.

In Wu Mingkong's eyes, it's all a small fight. It's better to win, but it doesn't matter if you lose.

But this poem is different!

If this Liu Yu really wrote an excellent satirical poem, it will definitely be spread all over the world and recited for thousands of years.

This is much more lethal than a few articles in the newspaper!

Although Wu Mingkong doesn't care much about these false names, if it can be avoided, no one wants to be written into a poem, which will leave a bad reputation for thousands of years...

aside.

It seemed that she noticed that the little empress was a little uneasy.

Fang Xiu said softly:

"Don't worry, Your Majesty, the poem Liu Yu wants to compose has nothing to do with you, me, or the imperial court."

Hear this.

Wu Mingkong was slightly taken aback, looked at Fang Xiu with his beautiful eyes, doubts appeared in his eyes, and asked, "How do you know?"

Fang Xiu said calmly: "Because the poem was given to him by the minister."

This traitor can also write poetry?

Wu Mingkong was startled again, and opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but before he could speak, he heard a man's loud voice from downstairs.

"Zimo Hongchen is coming, everyone will look at the flowers..."

Liu Yu read the first two sentences unhurriedly, picked up the wine cup, and sipped it lightly.

When everyone heard this, they all showed thoughtfulness and began to discuss.

"In these two lines of poems, the flowers themselves are not moving, but the people who see the flowers are moved by the flowers. They are ingenious and concise, and they are really excellent."

"Zimo Hongchen came here, although it is a description of the prosperity of Chang'an City, but when it is put on the banquet of Honglu Temple, I always feel that it has something to say..."

As soon as this word comes out.

The rest of the people also had a different taste.

It is autumn now, and there are only a few kinds of flowers in full bloom.

If you want to choose an image, many are more suitable than flowers. Even so, Liu Yu still uses flowers as the title, which shows that flowers should be a metaphor...

In this banquet at Honglu Temple, flowers are used as a metaphor...

Everyone looked thoughtful, and after just a moment, they showed sudden expressions.

"Liu Yu, is this a person who wants to catch up with the excitement and watch the flowers, as a metaphor for a person who is in power?"

"Then this flower should refer to... Lord Prime Minister?"

"The red dust is blowing on your face, does it mean that I have done a lot of dirty work?"

The officials present are all real Jinshi backgrounds, and all of them can be regarded as talented.

Combining the background of the poem and the identity of Liu Yu, one can quickly guess the irony behind the poem.

"He said he wanted to compose a poem out of nowhere, so you know he has no good intentions!"

"I didn't recruit him, I didn't provoke him, but I wanted to write a poem to satirize! Isn't that a bitch? You have to beat him up for being like a dog!"

The officials of Honglu Temple thought so, and looked at Liu Yu with anger in their eyes.

The members of the mission group, with smiles on their faces, admired the incompetence and fury of the people in Honglu Temple, and said in their hearts: "Anyone can write this poem, it's just a distinction between good and bad, I can use poems to ridicule you , You can also use poetry to ridicule me, everyone is equal.

If you think this poem is too ironic, feel free to write your own as a counterattack!

If you can't do it, then you can't blame others! "

"A group of barbarians, how do you know the beauty of poetry and songs? I'm afraid you may not be able to write such exquisite satirical poems in a year!"

Think about it.

The members of the mission all showed complacency.

On the second floor, private room.

When the little empress heard the first two lines of the poem, she frowned slightly, and said coldly, "I know this bastard has no good intentions!"

Fang Xiudao: "Is there? Why doesn't the minister think so?"

The little empress looked at Fang Xiu, and said angrily: "He almost scolded him, our imperial court is a bunch of people who are stalking others, can't you hear that?"

Fang Xiu said leisurely: "I feel that His Majesty is thinking too much. Maybe he just wrote that the city is prosperous and there are many people who appreciate flowers?"

The little empress was a little angry, and snorted: "You traitor, you're pretending to be stupid!"

Fang Xiu squinted at the little empress, and said, "Your Majesty wants to be beaten?"

Not to be outdone, the little empress glared at Fang Xiu, and said:

"Take it as a donkey's liver and lungs with good intentions! I am doing this for you!"

"Do you know how many people will see your joke if this poem is spread!"