Chapter 72 I Want to Write a Poem
At the end of the Sui Dynasty, the smoke of war swept across the land, and Han generals and righteous men raised their banners together.
The white blades and bright armor were stained red, and the Tang cavalry trampled the plains.
Where are the meritorious deeds recorded in history now? A general's achievements shine brightly in the world.
The Emperor's kindness is as vast as the sea, and I can never repay it; I still remember Du Keming to this day!
Wow.
When Changsun Chong's poem reached the stands, Li Shimin stood up in shock.
I still remember Du Keming to this day!
"Keming..."
Li Shimin was touched.
Fang Xuanling and Du Ruhui were Li Shimin's right-hand men.
Fang refers to Fang Xuanling, who was skilled in strategy.
Du, also known as Du Ruhui, dares to make definitive judgments.
The two worked together to solve many of Li Shimin's problems.
Three years ago, Du Ruhui passed away due to illness.
Li Shimin wept bitterly for this and was unable to attend to state affairs for three days.
This shows Du Ruhui's status in Li Shimin's heart.
Li Shimin was an emperor who rose to power through military force, and Du Ruhui had followed him since before the establishment of the Tang Dynasty, so he must have been a military general.
In the first year of the Wude era, a campaign was launched against Xue Rengao.
In the second year of the Wude era, a campaign was launched against Liu Wuzhou.
In the third year of the Wude era, Dou Jiande and Wang Shichong were defeated...
One of the initiators of the Xuanwu Gate Incident!
What is Du Duan?
Du Ruhui's decisive action played a crucial role in Li Shimin's decision to launch the Xuanwu Gate Incident!
"His Majesty."
Changsun Wuji immediately stepped forward to admit his mistake: "It was Chong'er who was reckless and used Keming to write a poem."
"It's alright."
Li Shimin waved his hand: "The poem is very well written; it's just that I had some feelings about it."
Li Shimin sat back down in his seat.
At the same time, the messengers also spread the poems.
Fearing the soldiers might not understand, a translation was provided...
At the end of the Sui Dynasty, chaos reigned, and war raged. A million rebels rose up in rebellion. White blades flashed and red blades clashed, staining their armor crimson. The Tang Dynasty's iron cavalry was invincible, sweeping across the land with unstoppable momentum. Their glorious achievements, etched in history, were within reach. Anyone who dared to fight and kill would achieve great success, bringing honor to their ancestors and blessings to their descendants, becoming the envy of the world. Former Prime Minister Du Ruhui was such a figure. His Majesty devoted himself to the Tang Dynasty, dedicating his entire life to the cause, and His Majesty has never forgotten Du Ruhui…
"Excellent, truly excellent!" Kong Yingda stroked his beard and exclaimed.
Such verses were beyond his ability to compose even in a short time.
What do you all think?
Turning his head, Kong Yingda looked at the other judges.
“Indeed, it is an excellent piece of work. The beginning is only of average to above-average quality, but Keming’s integration has elevated the poem to a whole new level.” Ouyang Xun also agreed.
"What does Elder Yu think?" Kong Yingda then looked at Yu Shinan.
"It's not quite up to par with a timeless masterpiece, but there aren't many poems that can truly inspire the army. This poem alone is enough to make it stand out from the crowd," Yu Shinan said, not holding back his praise.
Kong Yingda glanced at Chu Suiliang, who was waiting expectantly...
However, Kong Yingda completely ignored him.
"That's right, it's a masterpiece, worthy of being included in the curriculum of the Imperial Academy."
Kong Yingda stroked his beard again: "What do you two gentlemen think?"
"Can."
"good."
Ouyang Xun and Yu Shinan both agreed.
Chu Suiliang was furious.
Damn it, I'm one of the judges too.
Why didn't you ask me?
Do you look down on me?
You all agree, right? I'm going to disagree anyway!
I disagree.
Chu Suiliang retorted, "This poem was unremarkable in its early stages. It only gained a slight brilliance after the addition of the Duke of Lai. It was entirely supported by the Duke of Lai's reputation."
"Moreover, the most important thing about a masterpiece is its artistic conception. Although this poem is fluent, it does not reach that captivating level."
"Although poetry does not necessarily have to rhyme, this poem is far from reaching the point where it does not need to rhyme. If it were included in the teaching of the Imperial Academy, wouldn't it be misleading the students?"
These words immediately attracted everyone's attention.
Wei Zheng gave Chu Suiliang a meaningful look...
He has a good tongue and the potential to become an advisor; he is worth cultivating.
Changsun Wuji frowned, extremely dissatisfied.
Kong Yingda and the others seemed slightly embarrassed...
Why do they praise it so highly?
Isn't it all because of His Majesty's sake?
Can't you see His Majesty is missing Du Ruhui?
They have absolutely no sense of observation!
Do you know why you're not allowed to speak?
With your foul mouth, what good things could you possibly say?
Upon hearing this, Li Shimin frowned...
I just thought this poem was pretty good, but after Chu Suiliang's comments, it's utter garbage.
Is this poem a suitable match for Kemin?
"After the contest, erase this poem!" Li Shimin said angrily.
"promise."
Changsun Wuji responded with a forced smile.
Because he wrote this poem.
He originally wanted to use Du Ruhui's name to flatter him, but he ended up making a fool of himself.
"Isn't the incense stick's time almost up?"
Li Shimin glanced at the audience: "Wei Shuyu still has no clue?"
"In my opinion, it seems we should give up." Changsun Wuji glanced at Wei Zheng.
The poem can be erased if it is to be erased.
No matter how bad my writing is, is it really inferior to Wei Shuyu's vernacular writing?
On the martial arts stage.
"Wei Shuyu, have you made up your mind yet? If you can't compose poetry, just admit defeat and save your time!" Changsun Chong covered his eyes and sneered.
Seeing Wei Shuyu deep in thought, I felt an indescribable sense of satisfaction.
"What's all the noise about!" Wei Shuyu shouted.
"What, you think you can beat me?"
Changsun Chong glanced at the edge of the training platform and saw several soldiers standing by with swords.
With soldiers protecting them, they became even bolder!
"You can't even recite the Analects, yet you want to write poetry? I advise you to give up this round. You won the first round by sheer luck."
"Let me tell you a secret, the answer to the third math problem was already in my head."
"If I win this poetry game, I'm sure I'll win the math game too!"
Changsun Chong tapped his head, looking smug and self-satisfied.
Seeing Wei Shuyu get his comeuppance is incredibly satisfying.
Say it again!
Wei Shuyu suddenly stood up and looked at the soldiers: "You can bet on whether they can stop me!"
Changsun Chong took two steps back in fear, his lips twitching, but he dared not utter another sound.
Let's see if you can still be so stubborn after you lose!
"Time's up..."
Just then, Wang De stood on the high platform and asked loudly, "Wei Shuyu, do you have any poems yet? If not, you will lose this game."
Wei Shuyu was conflicted.
Ancient poems are not so easy to come up with. He can't even write policy essays from the Tang Dynasty, let alone ancient poems.
Give him more time, and maybe he can revise and rewrite it to make it into a piece, but it only takes the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.
"Haha, it's no good now."
With victory in sight, Changsun Chong became arrogant again: "With your level of skill, you're absolutely hopeless at poetry. Maybe you could at least make up a poem in vernacular Chinese!"
word?
Wei Shuyu suddenly awoke with a start.
Poetry, poetry—he was led into a dead end by poetry.
I always thought I had to be able to write five- or seven-character poems.
After Changsun Chong said that, he suddenly had a flash of inspiration.
He doesn't know many words.
It could even be said that there are very few.
But there was one piece that he remembered deeply, one that also filled him with boundless pride.
He was a soldier too!
Every time I hear that poem, I feel my blood boil.
"I've got it."
Wei Shuyu looked up at Wang De: "I want to compose a poem!"
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