Becoming a Saint by Leisure Reading Chapter 60: Frog Crying Ritual
"Your Majesty, my little uncle..." Wei Yan was about to cover up for Chen Luo when Chen Luo pulled Wei Yan's sleeve.
Wei Yan looked at Chen Luo doubtfully, and Chen Luo gave Wei Yan a relieved look.
Chen Luo: ヽ(￣▽￣)?
Wei Yan: ('';)?
Chen Luo took two steps in the direction of Han Qingzhu, Minister of War, recalling the information about Wanren City in his mind.
This Wanren City is a military center of the northern anti-barbarian defense line, built on a 10,000-ren high mountain. It is said that there is a flag with the word "Xuan" on the top of the mountain, which has never fallen even in the most difficult moments.
"I have heard of the dangers of Wanren City since I was a child, and I have also heard of the tenacity of the unstoppable flag. In the hearts of my human race, Wanren City is here and the human race is safe; if the flag is not overturned, the human race is undefeated! Master Wan asked the boy to give it to me. Poetry is an honor for the boy!"
Chen Luo walked up to Han Qingzhu, bowed deeply, got up and said: "The parting is sad, the boy is bold, and uses the name of the soldier to sing a heroic poem to add luster to the soldier's trip!"
Wan different hurriedly shouted: "Put the ink!"
Hou An glanced at Ye Heng, Ye Heng nodded slightly, Hou An waved his hand, and suddenly several eunuchs ran out. The two held paper, one held the inkstone, and the other held the pen, and came to Chen Luo.
Chen Luo reached out and took the brush, dipped it in ink, and started writing on the paper.
"Wong Bamboo and Gifts of Soldiers and Soldiers to Send Wanren City"
When everyone saw Chen Luo's topic, there was another voice of voice transmission.
"Wong Bamboo? Is this a poem based on the word "Green Bamboo" of Han Qingzhu, the military minister? It's also appropriate!"
"More than that, this kid is a pun, don't forget, he just joined the line of Bamboo Sage!"
"Since ancient times, chanting bamboo poetry is like crossing the river, let's see what kind of poetry he can write!"
Bing Xiang also looked at Chen Luo with great interest. He was curious, what kind of heroic poems this kid who opened the road to the sky can write!
Chen Luo wrote the first sentence in one go—
I insist that Qingshan will not relax, and Ligenyuan is in the broken rock!
After the two sentences were written, the manchu officials' expressions changed. No matter what their positions are and what interests they have behind them, they can wear official uniforms and have excellent knowledge. One can see the excellence of these two poems at a glance.
"Wonderful, in just two sentences, the green bamboo standing and breaking the rock is vividly depicted."
"Extremely! Especially the word 'bite' at the beginning is particularly expressive. This is not about softness, but fortitude."
"More than that, think deeply. Ever since Your Majesty ascended the throne, our human race has been on the defensive against the barbarians. There have been three **** battles in Wanren City, and millions of soldiers are desperate to retreat. Let's take a look at how appropriate this word is."
The smile on Wan different's face froze slightly, and then he said lightly: "Wan Anbo is indeed very talented in writing, but it's just that the soldiers went on an expedition, and the poems are so bloody, I'm afraid something will be bad!"
Chen Luobai glanced at the difference, dipped in ink again, and wrote the next two sentences——
After a thousand hardships and a thousand blows, it is still tenacious.
After writing the two poems, the paper on which the words were written suddenly trembled, and a hurricane blew out of thin air in the Changming Palace. At the forefront of the official team, the old man with a red sun on his chest and a golden crow opened his eyes and snorted: "Don't resist. This is the wind of pure heart. Baptized by this wind, you will wait for the mountain of books. Du Xuehai will be less confused! Master's peak will increase the chance of being promoted to Great Confucianism by 10%, and it will also have a bonus to Great Confucianism."
When the officials heard the words, they immediately dissipated their arrogance and righteousness, and endured the raging wind. Chen Luo looked around for a week. In the entire hall, only the minister of letters, the minister of soldiers, and the political minister who spoke out just now stood in the corner. The dharma in Chinese and Ye Heng on the throne are not affected.
Wen Xiang took a step forward and came to Chen Luo's side. He reached out his hand to take the original manuscript of the poem, but his hand was tightly grasped by the other hand. Yan Baichuan raised his head and met Han Qingsong's smiling face.
"Lao Yan, don't bother you, I'll take it myself!"
"Don't talk nonsense, this is a rare righteous poem. My Wenchang Pavilion is in charge of the world's transportation, and the original manuscript should be kept in my Wenchang Pavilion!"
"Yan Laizi, are you playing a rogue with me? Look at the title, give a soldier! Are you a soldier or I am a soldier!"
"I want to be a soldier in one sentence!"
The Prime Minister was about to raise his leg when Han Qingsong and Yan Baichuan turned their heads together and looked at the Prime Minister; "Stand still!"
At this time, Ye Heng's mouth that had just opened was immediately closed, but his eyes looking at Chen Luo were even more burning.
After a while, everyone returned to their original state, but many people were sweating on their foreheads. Obviously, this baptism was not a good experience. Bing Xiang suddenly laughed and shouted, "Chen Xiaozi, you old man with a strong line of poetry accepted it on behalf of the soldiers in the north!" Ye Heng bowed his hands: "Your Majesty, the military affairs are complicated, the old minister will go down and prepare first!"
After he finished speaking, he blinked at Chen Luo and said, "You kid is to my taste, I'll talk about it later!"
Before the sound transmission was finished, the whole person had disappeared!
Yan Baichuan frowned slightly, but seeing that everyone was sober, he couldn't say anything else, so he said lightly, "Everyone read this poem often, and the effect of clearing one's heart still exists!"
At this time, in the Wenchang Pavilion's lineage, a voice sounded: "Thank you Wan An Bo for the poem!"
The one who spoke was Xiao Shiyuan, who had previously led the way for Chen Luo to record things in Wenchang Pavilion.
The officials of Wenchang Pavilion immediately saluted at the same time: "Thank you Wan An Bo for the poem!"
All the officials in the hall followed suit and said, "Thank you Wan An Bo for the poem!"
Wan Wan was sweating profusely, and the smile on his face almost froze. He thanked everyone together, and when he got up again, he returned to his original state and said, "Wan Anbo is really talented. The whimsy, the birth of such a handed down poem is gratifying!"
After Wan Don finished speaking, he looked back at the officials of the Ministry of Rites. Everyone understood and said in unison, "Yes, yes, it's really gratifying."
"Wan Shilang has a thought, and a righteous poem was born, which is really a good story."
"Wan Shilang has a good eye and a talent, and Wan Anbo's poems will give you a soldier, and it will be a big white!"
"Am I the only one who thinks the title of the poem is inappropriate? It should be "Invited by Wan Shilang to chant bamboo and give soldiers to soldiers to send Wanren City"
"Exactly, I just felt that something was missing, it turned out to be here!"
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At this moment, above the court hall, the hundred officials listened to the officials of the Ministry of Rites, which seemed to be whispering, but in fact, the whole hall heard the discussions. The officials in the main hall looked embarrassed, and the Wenchang Pavilion series looked contemptuous.
Ye Heng rubbed his temples helplessly. He was all too familiar with this scene.
A reader! Or the Ministry of Rites!
In the mouth, Qiankun is the best at it.
It's just that neither he nor the Four Great Elements are inconvenient.
It's a shame to be without him!
But how could Wei Yan bear this tone? After bullying the little uncle, he still wanted to split his name?
Wei Yan had blue veins on his forehead and was about to rush up, but Chen Luo grabbed him.
Chen Luo looked outside the hall, not knowing when the wind and rain had stopped.
"Just right!"
Chen Luo walked up to Wan different, and after learning Wan different he also put on a smile: "This time, I would like to thank Master Wan for recommending this poem! The boy just happens to have a poem that he wants to give to Master Wan and everyone from the Ministry of Rites. Sir!",
Wan Wan had a bad feeling in his heart, and was about to refuse, but heard Ye Heng say: "Chen Qing's family, come on~ IndoMTL.com~ Chen Luo waved away the **** who came to serve the brush and ink, and said : "Today's morning, coincides with heavy rain. It was raining just now, and when I heard the high opinions of the people from the Ministry of Rites, I had a poem in my heart. "
"The wind drives the rain to the high city, and the clouds weigh the thunder."
"After the rain, I don't know where the dragon is going, and there is a pond of grass and ten thousand frogs croaking."
The court officials were stunned for a moment. Although this poem was not as good as the previous one, it was still brilliant. Everyone seemed to see that there was a dragon clan walking in clouds and raining just now, and then the dragon clan left, and the grass was green and the green frogs were chirping, a look full of vitality.
"It's a good poem. At first, the wind was high and the rain was urgent, with lightning and thunder, and then the dragon went to the frog, and the spring green grass was quite the artistic conception of 'a thousand trees in front of a sick tree'!" Someone commented.
The Prime Minister smiled lightly, while the Prime Minister had a gloomy face.
At this time, Xiao Shiyuan also muttered in a voice that everyone could hear: "It's the mood. But to connect the scene here, it's better to say that the wind stopped and the rain stopped, and a group of frogs I feel like I'm doing it again..."
Everyone was stunned for a moment, and instantly thought of the scene where the officials of the Ministry of Rites were trying to share Chen Luowen's name, and they couldn't help but smile knowingly.
"It's really, really, really 'listening to the sound of frogs' just now..."
"Frog Crying Rites, I have to do it..."
As soon as Xiao Shiyuan's words came out, the officials of the military department immediately echoed loudly.
The supervisory officials of the Dharma-sign department, who have been quiet all the time, look at their noses and noses at their hearts, just like Dharma-signs, as if they haven't heard anything.
Xuandi Ye Heng raised his eyebrows and said, "Wan Aiqing, this poem is good, but you still don't thank Chen Aiqing."
Wan Different's face was pale, and he could no longer squeeze a smile on his face. He gritted his teeth and saluted Chen Luo: "Thank you Wan An Bo for the poem!"
Chen Luo smiled heartily: "You're welcome!"