Becoming a Saint by Leisure Reading

"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 suspiciously, 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 Wanren 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 flag. Happy boy!"

Chen Luo walked in front of Han Qingzhu, bowed deeply, got up and said, "It's sad to say goodbye, the boy is bold, and uses the name of the soldier to sing a poem of great ambition to add luster to the soldier's trip!"

Wan Different hurriedly shouted, "Put your ink on it!"

Hou An glanced at Ye Heng, Ye Heng nodded slightly, Hou An waved his hand, and suddenly several little 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 wrote on the paper.

"Wong Bamboo and Gifts of Soldiers to Send Wanren City"

When everyone saw Chen Luo's topic, there was a voice of voice transmission again.

"Yong Bamboo? Is this a poem based on the word "Green Bamboo" of Han Qingzhu, the military minister? It's quite 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!"

The Bing Xiang also looked at Chen Luo with great interest, but 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 writing the two sentences, the Manchao official's expression 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 up and breaking the rock is vividly depicted."

"Extreme! Especially the word 'bite' at the beginning, it's particularly expressive. It's not about being soft, it's about 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 really has an extraordinary literary talent, 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—

Thousands of hardships and tenacity, let the wind from east, west, north and south!

After writing the two lines of poems, I saw the paper on which the words were written suddenly shook, and a hurricane blew out of thin air in the Changming Palace, blowing the soul, and immediately an official wanted to release Haoran's righteousness to resist. At this moment, standing in the official line. In the forefront, the old man with the red sun on his chest and a golden crow opened his eyes that had been closed, and shouted in a low voice: "Don't resist. This is the wind of pure heart. Baptized by this wind, you will wait for the mountain to cross the sea of ​​learning. Two points will be less confused! Master's peak promotion to the Great Confucian can increase the chance of being promoted by 10%, and there is also a bonus to the Great Confucian."

When the officials heard the words, they immediately dissipated the arrogance and righteousness of the whole body. Enduring the raging wind, Chen Luo looked around for a week. In the entire hall, there were only the minister of letters, the minister of war, the political minister who just spoke up, and the minister of law standing in the corner. And Ye Heng on the throne is not affected.

Wen Xiang took one step and came to Chen Luo's side. He stretched 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, you're playing a rogue with me, aren't you? Look at the title, give a soldier! Are you the soldier or I am the 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, the baptism was not pleasant. The soldier suddenly laughed and shouted, "Chen Xiaozi, you old man who is a great poet, 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 with a voice transmission: "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 awake, he couldn't say anything else, so he said lightly, "Everyone read this poem often, and the effect of purifying the mind is still there!"

At this time, a voice in the Wenchang Pavilion's lineage said, "Thank you Wan An Bo for the poem!"

It was the Wenchang Pavilion who led the way for Chen Luo, Xiao Shiyuan, who spoke up.

The officials of Wenchang Pavilion immediately saluted at the same time: "Thank you Wan An Bo for the poem!"

The hundred officials in the hall also followed suit and said, "Thank you Wan An Bo for the poem!"

Wanqi 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 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 to congratulate."

"Wan Shilang has a thought, and a righteous poem was born. It is really a good story."

"Wan Shilang has discerning eyes and talents, and Wan Anbo's poems are gifted with soldiers.

"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!"

……

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, while the Wenchang Pavilion series looked contemptuous.

Ye Heng rubbed his temples helplessly. He was all too familiar with this scene.

Readers! Or the Ministry of Rites!

In the mouth, Qiankun is the best at it.

It's just that neither he nor the Four Great Phases are inconvenient.

Without him, it's a shame!

But how could Wei Yan bear this tone? After bullying the little uncle, he still wanted to split his name?

Wei Yan's forehead bulged with blue veins. He 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.

"Exactly!"

Chen Luo walked up to Wan different, and learned Wan different with a smile on his face: "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 the Rites of the Ministry of Rites!" ,

Wan Wan had a bad feeling in his heart, and was about to refuse when he heard Ye Heng say: "Chen Qing's family, come quickly~www.wuxiaspot.com~Chen Luo waved away the **** who came forward 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 drove the rain to the high city, and the clouds pressed lightly and thunderously."

"After the rain, I don't know where the dragon is, and there is a pool of grass with 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 green frogs croaked, a look full of vitality.

"It's a good poem. At first, the wind was high and the rain was urgent, lightning flashed and thunderous, 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.

Wen Xiang smiled lightly, but Zheng Xiang had a gloomy face.

At this time, Xiao Shiyuan also muttered in a voice that everyone could hear: "It's the mood. But in connection with the scene here, it's better to say that the wind has stopped and the rain has stopped, and a group of frogs feel that they are again okay……"

Everyone was stunned for a moment, and immediately 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.

"Extremely, extremely, just now I really 'listened to the sound of frogs'..."

"Frog Crying Rites, it's okay if you can't do it..."

As soon as Xiao Shiyuan's words came out, the officials of the military department immediately echoed loudly.

The supervising officials of the Dharma Physique Department, who had been quiet all the time, looked at the nose and the heart, just like the dharma, as if they had not heard anything.

Emperor Xuan Ye Heng raised his eyebrows: "Wan Aiqing, this poem is not bad, you still don't thank Chen Aiqing."

Wan Wan'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!"

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