I became a saint with idle books

“Your Majesty, my little uncle…” Wei Yan was about to cover up for Chen Luo, but Chen Luo pulled Wei Yan’s sleeve.

Wei Yan looked at Chen Luo suspiciously, and Chen Luo gave Wei Yan a reassuring expression.

Chen Luo: ヽ( ̄▽ ̄)و

Wei Yan: ( ́’;)?

Chen Luo took two steps in the direction of the soldier Han Qingzhu, and recalled the information about Wancheng City in his mind.

This Wancheng City is a military town of the northern anti-barbarian defense line, built on a Wancheng high mountain. It is said that there is a “Xuan” flag on the top of the mountain, and it has never fallen even in the most difficult moments.

“Since I was a child, I have heard about the dangers of Wancheng City, and I have also heard about the tenacity of not falling the flag. In the heart of my Terrans, the city of Wancheng is there, and the Terrans are safe; If the flag does not fall, the Terrans are undefeated! It is an honor for the kid to let the kid give poetry! ”

Chen Luo walked in front of Han Qingzhu, bowed deeply, and got up and said: “Parting sadly, the kid is bold, borrowing the name of the soldier, chanting a poem of great ambition, adding color to the soldier’s trip!” ”

Wan Yuan hurriedly shouted: “Pen and ink!” ”

Hou An glanced at Ye Heng, Ye Heng nodded slightly, Hou An waved his hand, and suddenly several small eunuchs ran out. The two held the paper, one took 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.

“Wing Bamboo and Gift of Soldiers to Ten Thousand Chengcheng”

When everyone saw Chen Luo’s topic, there was a voice of discussion again.

“Yongzhu? Is this a poem written by borrowing the word Qingzhu from Han Qingzhu? It’s also appropriate! ”

“What’s more, this kid is a pun, don’t forget, he just entered the Bamboo Saint Vein!” ”

“Since ancient times, Yongzhu’s poetry has been like crossing the river, and look at what kind of poetry he can write! ”

The prime minister also looked at Chen Luo with interest, he was curious, this kid who opened the way to heaven could write any magnificent poems!

Chen Luo wrote, and the first sentence was completed in one go——

Hold on to the green mountain and do not relax, and the roots are originally in the broken rock!

After writing the two sentences, the Manchu officials’ faces changed. No matter what position they stand or what interests are behind them, they can wear official uniforms and learn from above, and you can see at a glance the excellence of these two poems.

“Miao, just two sentences, the green bamboo with broken roots and broken rocks is depicted to life. ”

“Yes! In particular, the word ‘bite’ at the beginning is particularly expressive. This is not about softness, but about fortitude. ”

“Why, you think deeply. Since His Majesty ascended the throne, our Terrans have been on the defensive against the barbarians, and there have been three bloody battles in Wancheng City, and millions of soldiers have fought to the death, and then let’s see how appropriate this word is. ”

The smile on Wan Yuan’s face froze slightly, and then said lightly: “Wan Anbo is really extraordinary, but the soldiers go out to fight, and the gift of poetry is so bloody, I am afraid that there is something unlucky!” ”

Chen Luobai glanced at Wanqing, dipped in ink again, and wrote the next two sentences——

Tough after thousands of hardships, let the east, west, south and north winds!

After writing two poems, I saw that the paper with the words shook suddenly, and a hurricane blew out of thin air in the Changming Palace, blowing the spirit, and immediately an official wanted to release Haoran righteous qi to resist, at this moment, standing at the forefront of the official team, the old man with a golden crow in the red sun on his chest opened his eyes that had been closed and shouted lowly: “Don’t resist.” This is the wind of pure heart, baptized by this wind, and wait for Yue Shu Mountain to cross the sea and learn the sea, and his heart will be confused! Master’s peak promotion to the Great Confucian increases the chance of being by one percent, and it also has a bonus to the Great Confucian. ”

When all the officials heard this, they immediately dissipated the mighty righteousness around them, enduring the raging wind of this strange wind, Chen Luo looked around, and in the entire hall, only Wen Xiang, Bingxiang, the political minister who had just spoken out, the Fa Xiang standing in the corner, and Ye Heng on the throne were not affected.

Wen Xiang took a step and came to Chen Luo’s side, reaching out to take away the original manuscript of the poem, but that hand was grabbed by the other hand, Yan Baichuan raised his head and faced Han Qingsong’s smiling face.

“Old Yan, don’t bother you, I’ll just take it myself!” ”

“Hugh wants to talk nonsense, this is a rare poem of righteousness. I, Wenchang Pavilion, am in charge of the fortunes of heaven, and the original manuscript should be preserved in my Wenchang Pavilion! ”

“Yan Laizi, you’re playing scoundrels with me, aren’t you? You see what the title is, Gift Photo! Are you a soldier or am I a soldier! ”

“I want to do the things that the soldier can say in a word! ”

The political minister was just about to raise his legs on the side, Han Qingsong and Yan Baichuan turned their heads together and looked at the political minister; “Stand still!”

At this time, Ye Heng’s mouth that had just opened also closed immediately, but his eyes looking at Chen Luo were even more burning.

After a while, everyone returned to their original state, but many of them sweated on their foreheads, obviously this baptism was not good. The soldier suddenly laughed and shouted: “Chen boy, you old man has accepted it on behalf of the northern generals!” After speaking, he was shocked by anger and blood, flicked Yan Baichuan’s hand away, grabbed the original manuscript into his hand, and arched his hand towards Ye Heng: “Your Majesty, military affairs are complicated, and the old minister went down first to prepare!” ”

After speaking, he winked at Chen Luo, and said in a voice: “You kid meets my appetite, 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, it was not good to say anything, and said lightly: “You often read this poem, and the effect of purifying the heart still exists!” ”

At this time, in the Wenchang Pavilion series, a voice sounded: “Xie Wan Anbo gave poetry!” ”

It was the Wenchang Pavilion who had previously led Chen Luo’s way, and Xiao was far away.

All the officials of Wenchang Pavilion immediately saluted at the same time: “Xie Wan Anbo gave poetry!” ”

The officials in the hall also followed suit and said, “Xie Wan Anbo gave poetry!” ”

Wan Wei was sweating profusely, the smile on his face almost froze, and as everyone thanked him together, when he got up again, he returned to his original state and said: “Wan Anbo is really talented, I didn’t expect that this official had a whim today, and it was gratifying to give birth to such a legendary poem!” ”

After Wan Wei finished speaking, he glanced back at the officials of the Ministry of Ceremonies, and everyone agreed, and quickly said in unison: “Yes, yes, it’s really gratifying.” ”

“Wan Shilang’s thought, unexpectedly gave birth to a poem of right heart, which is really a good story. ”

“Wan Shilang has a wise eye for talent, Wan An Boshi presents a military appearance, and it should be a big white! ”

“Is it only I who think the title of the poem is inappropriate? It should be “Invited by Ten Thousand Attendants to Yongzhu and Gift Troops to Send Ten Thousand Cheng City””

“Exactly, we felt that something was missing, it turned out to be here! ”

……

At this moment, above the court, the hundred officials listened to the seemingly whispering of the officials of the Ministry of Ceremonies, but in fact they were full of discussions, the officials of the main hall were embarrassed, and the Wenchang Pavilion department showed contempt.

Ye Heng rubbed his temples helplessly, this kind of scene was too familiar to him.

Readers! It’s still from the Ministry of Ceremonies!

The mouth is the best at it.

It’s just that neither he nor the four phases are inconvenient to end.

Without him, shame!

But how could Wei Yan stand this breath, after bullying the little uncle, he actually wanted to divide the name?

Wei Yan’s forehead was bruised, and he was about to rush up, but he was pulled by Chen Luo.

Chen Luo looked outside the hall, and he didn’t know when the wind and rain had stopped.

“Exactly! ”

Chen Luo walked in front of Wan Different, and put on a smiling face as he learned Wan Different: “This time, I still thank Lord Wan for recommending this poem to come out!” The kid also happens to have a poem that he wants to give to Lord Wan and the adults of the Ministry of Rites! “、

A bad feeling floated in Wan Yuan’s heart, and he was about to refuse, but he heard Ye Heng say: “Chen Qingjia say it quickly.” ”

Chen Luo waved his hand to scatter the eunuchs who had stepped forward to serve the pen and ink, and said, “Today’s upper dynasty coincides with heavy rain. Fang Cai stopped raining, and heard the high talk of the masters of the Ministry of Rites, and there was a poem in his heart. ”

“The wind drove the rapid rain and rain fell on the high city, and the clouds pressed lightly and thundered. ”

“After the rain, I don’t know where the dragon goes, and a pool of grass-colored frogs chirps. ”

The court officials were stunned, although this poem was not as good as the previous one, it was also brilliant. Everyone seemed to see that there was a dragon clan walking clouds and rain just now, and then the dragon clan left, and the grass was green, and the emerald frog chirped, looking full of life.

“Good poetry, at the beginning the wind and rain were high, lightning and thunder, and then the dragon went to the frog song, the spring color and grass, quite like the artistic conception of ‘ten thousand wood spring in front of the sick tree’!” Someone commented.

Wen Xiang smiled softly, while the political minister had a gloomy face.

At this time, Na Xiao Wanyuan also muttered in a voice that everyone could hear: “It’s this artistic conception is right.” But in connection with this scene, it is better to say that the wind and rain have stopped, and a group of frogs feel that they can do it again…”

Everyone was stunned, and instantly thought of the scene where all the officials of the Fang Cai Rite Ministry wanted to share Chen Luowen’s name, and they couldn’t help but smile.

“It’s the extreme, it’s really ‘listening to the frog sound’…”

“Frog Song Ceremonial Department, if you can’t do it, you have to do it…”

As soon as Xiao Wanyuan’s words came out, the officials of the military department immediately loudly echoed them.

The supervision officials who have been quiet in the legal phase have looked at their noses and noses and their hearts, as if they had not heard anything.

Emperor Xuan Ye Heng raised his eyebrows: “Wan Aiqing, this poem is good, you still don’t thank Chen Aiqing.” ”

Wan Yuan’s face was pale, and he could no longer squeeze a smile on his face, gritting his teeth and saluting Chen Luo: “Xie Wan Anbo gave poetry!” ”

Chen Luo smiled heartily: “You’re welcome!” ”