Daqin: Bear children tell stories, emperors beg to shut up

"I want to listen carefully, what is the literary talent of this Xin Qiji."

Cao Cao sat up straight and listened carefully, for fear of making a mistake.

Zhu Yuanzhang, Li Shimin and others beside him also raised their ears silently.

Xin Qiji's surprise was too great.

Debut is the pinnacle of the war, and then it is a ten-year fall.

But geniuses are geniuses.

That's because no matter at any time, his shining point will shine brightly, and it will never be buried because of one or two people's interference.

Ying Zheng was also interested.

He didn't expect it either.

This Xin Qiji is not only an amazing general, but also a figure who can reach the pinnacle in the literary world.

How is his literary talent?

So exciting!

on the high platform.

Ying Chang'an's expression was unusually serious.

In the long history of 5000 years.

Too many people deserve his respect.

Whether it is Yue Fei, who is leaning on the railing with his crown full of anger, or Huo Qubing, who is as bright as a shooting star, it is worth remembering by everyone.

And Xin Qiji is one of them.

……righteous.

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Ying Changan's clear and crisp child voice sounded again.

But this time.

There seemed to be a different kind of desolation in his voice.

"Ok."

"During those ten years, Xin Qiji struggled countless times. He suffered, he hesitated, and he was at a loss."

"He doesn't want to be trapped in a small county town, he hopes to return to the battlefield, to the place that makes his blood boil."

"Night falls."

"On a frosty winter night, Xin Qiji drank alone in the courtyard."

"Looking at the bright moonlight, he suddenly felt sad and wrote a poem on the spot."

Ying Chang settled down, cleared his voice, and continued to speak, reciting a well-known poem.

"Looking at the sword while drunk, dreaming of returning to the company of blowing horns.

Eight hundred miles away, under his command, the fifty strings turned over the sound of the cock, and the battlefield was in the fall.

Lu Feikuai made by the horse "[-]", his bow was like a thunderbolt.

After the king's world affairs, he won the name after his life.

Poor thing happened in vain! "

The word is over.

There was a complete silence inside and outside Xianyang City.

Everyone stared forward in a daze.

The same picture seemed to appear in front of their eyes.

A freezing winter night.

A middle-aged man with bushy white hair.

He drank the bitter wine one cup after another.

Gradually.

Tears ran across the corners of the eyes, dripped on the ground, and shattered into beautiful petals.

It was a beautiful misery.

And this soul-stirring poem is the portrayal of Xin Qiji's heart at this moment, and it is also the eternal swan song that made him the pinnacle of the literary world.

I do not know how long it has been.

Shocking applause finally erupted inside and outside the silent city of Xianyang.

The deafening sound almost overturned the world.

Everyone's eyes were red and excited.

"It's been a while!"

"Looking at the sword with the light on while drunk, dreaming of blowing horns and battling! My God, what kind of literary talent is this? What kind of pride is this?"

"Without the baptism of war with gold and iron horses, it would be impossible to write such a passionate poem."

"I was wrong! I thought that Xin Qiji was already a military genius, but I didn't expect him to be a literary genius!"

"His Royal Highness is indeed right, he can be called both civil and military!"

Everyone!

From doubting at the very beginning, to being convinced at the end, the more I thought about it, the more excited I became, and I wish I could admire him.

This poem by Xin Qiji can be described as a swan song through the ages.

This poem alone is enough to establish his position at the pinnacle of the literary world.

The emperor upstairs.

All the emperors were also slightly moved.

Especially Cao Cao.

"It's a good one, but it's famous in life and death. It's a pity that it happened for nothing! It started with pride and ended with sadness. This is the portrayal of his life!"

Cao Cao is also a talented emperor.

When Ying Changan read this poem, he already understood it.

This Xin Qiji is far more powerful than he imagined, and more lovable.

More than just Cao Cao?

Zhu Yuanzhang also stood up excitedly, pacing back and forth quickly.

"Okay, okay!"

"I didn't expect that there would be such a heroic husband in this world, what a hero! Our old Zhu likes it!"

It is clear.

Zhu Yuanzhang also recognized Xin Qiji's talent.

Even if he is a beggar emperor, even if he does not have much literary talent.

But Zhu Yuanzhang, who wanted to be strong all his life, studied day and night after becoming emperor, and at this time he had already read poetry and books, so he could be regarded as a very cultured emperor.

It is indeed not easy to get appreciation from him.

Ying Zheng also nodded silently, and said solemnly: "I can't get there physically, but I yearn for it."

As an emperor through the ages.

He was also full of longing and anticipation for this peerless genius named Xin Qiji, and couldn't help but secretly send Zhang Han to various empires to investigate to see which empire Xin Qiji belonged to.

Not just him.

All the emperors have almost the same idea.

They are also thinking about bringing Xin Qiji under their command.

Storytelling upstairs.

Win Chang'an without knowing it, and continue to tell the story of Xin Qiji without emotion.

He uttered many poems by Xin Qiji in one breath.

Every capital is so popular, and every capital is so soul-stirring.

And Xin Qiji's name spread rapidly among the crowd.

And in the private room of the Emperor Building.

Wu Meiniang, Empress Dowager Xiao, Yao Meier, Lu Zhi and other beauties were also quietly listening to the story of Ying Chang'an.

But different from others.

What they saw was not only the brilliance of Xin Qiji, but also the touch of winning Chang'an 0 ..

"This little guy gave all the glory to others, and really regarded himself as a storyteller."

Empress Dowager Xiao looked at the little figure on the high platform and couldn't help muttering to herself.

This sentence obviously means something.

Wu Meiniang took the words and said: "Yes, he is always like this. It is not his own thing, and he will never take it privately. I don't know if he is stupid."

Lu Zhi said with a smile: "Sanggong is not stupid, he is just such a person, a real husband with a broad mind."

"It seems that sister Lu Zhi really understands her husband."

Yao Meier next to her said with a smile.

Lu Zhi's pretty face was slightly red, and she said shyly: "Sister Yaomeier, you are kidding me again, don't you think so?"

Yao Meier smiled and said nothing.

in fact.

Silence is an answer.

She thought so too.

Everyone saw Xin Qiji's peerless demeanor, but ignored the great sacrifice of Ying Chang'an.

To know.

At this moment.

Xin Qiji is just a nobody.

According to Liu Che's calculations, he was even just a teenager, and he hadn't become a hero in the world, let alone wrote so many well-known poems.

Since Ying Chang'an has memorized these poems fluently, he can take them as his own and make himself more famous.

But he didn't.

Not only did he fail to do so, but he also told the world clearly that all these amazing poems were written by the man named Xin Qiji at 5.7.

What a great mind is this?

In such an era.

Even if he took one of Xin Qiji's poems for himself, winning Chang'an would be enough to make him famous without any effort.

It is not something that everyone can do to resist such a temptation.

It's like owning a mountain of gold and no one knows where it came from but you.

Then even if you take it for yourself, no one will question it.

But you didn't do that, but gave this golden mountain to his future master without reservation.