Chen Xia looked at Ning Que in surprise.
His deeds were heard even in Jiaodong.
Fight with Xiliang with wisdom and inherit the title of king.
He challenged the Liao general with his sword and destroyed Longcheng.
There are countless examples like this.
Who would have thought that the youngest son who was once the most inconspicuous in the Ning Palace is now the most outstanding Ning Wang!
Chen Xia had originally thought Ning Que was aloof, but he hadn't expected him to be so approachable. The key point was that what he had just thought of was truly unique.
As the saying goes, all things are inferior, only reading is superior. While the four classes of scholars, farmers, merchants, and artisans are not ranked, they are similar. Scholars are high up in society, holding an extremely high status. If they can become officials, they become the parents of the local people!
But Ning Que said something different.
Let scholars get involved in agricultural and farming work!
This kind of thing is absolutely unheard of!
Walking through farmland, there were some poultry and livestock, and occasionally a few dogs barking. You have to know that the annual financial expenditure of the Six Arts Academy is astronomical. Not to mention tuition, just eating is difficult. How much does it cost to feed thousands of people every day?
So, Liu Yi not only farmed, but also raised poultry and livestock. Even though they didn't raise many, it helped reduce expenses. But don't underestimate this job; raising pigs and chickens involves a lot of knowledge.
Ning Que hoped that every profession would produce a top talent. He saw Dafeng flourishing, with all walks of life developing. It wasn't just about military and literary skills; farming, raising chickens, and pigs also required knowledge. Only when the people were prosperous could the country be strong, and could Dafeng sustain its constant wars.
Continuing forward, you'll find a man-made stream. Even in the dead of winter, it flows gently. Plum trees line the sides, and plum blossoms are in full bloom. The cold wind slashes like a knife, sending plum blossoms cascading down the stream.
There are already many people gathered here at this moment.
Most of the officials in the court are there.
All the important people in Chang'an City also came.
A glass of wine flows down the river.
Finally it stopped in front of Jiang Quan.
He stood up awkwardly, picked up the bottle of wine and drank it all in one gulp.
I scratched my head, but was at a loss.
"Haha, Minister Jiang, hurry up and write a poem."
"Now I'm waiting for you to say it."
"If you can't do it, you will be fined."
"Never mind, I'll pay for it."
Jiang Quan looked embarrassed and had to pay.
Yu Ji came over with a smile.
He took the silver and refilled the wine.
"What are they doing?"
"Qushui Liushang." Ning Que smiled and explained, "It's the opening ceremony of the poetry gathering, and it's also used to liven up the atmosphere. The chief priest is responsible for placing wine at the front, and the cup flows down the stream. Whoever the cup stops in front of must drink and compose a poem, or play a piece of music. If they can't compose a poem or play a piece of music, they will be fined."
"That's really interesting."
"We have met the prince!"
Jiang Quan also noticed Ning Que.
Everyone stood up and bowed.
Ning Que smiled and raised his hand, "No need to be so polite. It happens to be a grand poetry gathering, so just enjoy yourself. As the saying goes, there is no first in literature, and no second in martial arts. The purpose of a poetry gathering is to make friends through poetry, not to compete with each other. Okay, continue."
"Okay, I'll listen to you, Your Majesty."
"I think it's just empty talk."
A discordant sound suddenly rang out.
Everyone frowned and looked over at the same time.
This man has a thick accent.
The middle-aged man was wearing very strange clothes.
In terms of form, it has some shadows of obedience.
But I didn't copy it completely.
The overall color scheme is mainly white and gray, just like what is worn at a funeral. And their hats are completely different from the hats of Dafeng officials, and more like the bamboo hats commonly worn by ordinary people.
He was the envoy of Goguryeo.
His name is Park Duanchang.
He is not tall and a little thin.
As soon as he finished speaking, he started to get annoyed.
Ning Que looked over with a half-smile.
"Who are you?"
"The Goguryeo envoy, Park Broken Heart."
"Your name is interesting."
Ning Que remained calm despite his poor accent. He raised his hand to signal everyone to sit down, saying calmly, "Don't bother with these people from a small country. Let's continue."
"promise."
Yu Ji smiled and nodded.
Continue adding wine.
The wine bottle slowly floated down.
Finally, it stopped in front of Park Duanchang.
He frowned, picked up the wine bottle and drank it all in one gulp. As an envoy from Goguryeo, he must have some skills. As far as Dafeng culture was concerned, no one in Goguryeo could compare to him.
He was also very talented in literature. He had even sought guidance from the legendary poet Lu Bai, so he was well prepared. When Lu Bai arrived in Goguryeo and fainted from a cold, he saw his impressive bearing and had him rescued.
Later, through translation, I learned that this person was actually the famous poet in China. Lu Bai had a good relationship with them and even sent them many poems.
Without confidence, would he dare to come?
"Envoy Park, please."
"Any poem will do?"
"Yes."
"Okay, I'll use the theme of Flowing Wine Cups on a Stream." Pu Duanchang smiled and stood up, raising his hand and saying, "What's the origin of Flowing Wine Cups? And why do we even point to the third day as an auspicious day? Those seated in Shanyin are all elegant and graceful, while those by the water in Chang'an are filled with beauties."
"Oh, sure!"
Gu Mingzhi couldn't help but smile.
The others were also very surprised.
This poem is not particularly outstanding, but it fits the title very well.
However, Ning Que smiled.
Because this poem is very familiar.
Ning Que just smiled and said nothing.
Everyone, including Shen Qinghe, frowned.
"Why does this poem sound familiar to me?"
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