I Use Idle Books To Become Saint

"Your Majesty, my little uncle..." Wei Yan was about to cover for Chen Luo, but Chen Luo pulled Wei Yan's sleeve.

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

Chen Luo: ヽ(￣▽￣)?

Wei Yan: ('`;)?

Chen Luo took two steps in the direction of Military Minister Han Qingzhu, recalling the information about Wanren City in his mind.

This Wanren City is an important military town on the northern anti-barbarian defense line, built on a high mountain of Wanren. It is said that there is a "Xuan" flag on the top of the mountain, which never fell down even in the most difficult moment.

"I have heard about the danger of Wanren City since I was a child, and I have also heard about the tenacity of not falling down the flag. In my human race's heart, if Wanren City exists, the human race will be safe; if the flag is not flying, the human race will be undefeated! Master Wan asked the boy to present a poem, yes It's an honor, kid!"

Chen Luo walked up to Han Qingzhu, bowed deeply, got up and said, "I'm so sad about parting, the boy is bold, borrowing the name of the soldier, chant a poem of ambition, and add luster to the soldier's trip!"

Wan Bubu hurriedly shouted: "Put the pen and ink!"

Hou An glanced at Ye Heng, Ye Heng nodded slightly, Hou An waved his hand, and several young eunuchs ran out immediately. Holding papers in their hands, one with an inkstone and one with a pen, they came to Chen Luo.

Chen Luo reached out to take the brush, dipped it in ink, and started writing on the paper.

"Ching Bamboo and Presenting Soldiers to Soldiers Sending Wanren City"

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

"Ode to Bamboo? Is this a poem borrowing the word Qingzhu from Military Minister Han Qingzhu? It's quite appropriate!"

"Not only that, this kid is using a pun, don't forget, he just joined the lineage of the Bamboo Sage!"

"Since ancient times, poems chanting bamboo have been like those who crossed the river. Let's see what kind of poems he can write!"

The Prime Minister also looked at Chen Luo with great interest. He was curious, what kind of poems this boy who opened the way to the sky could write!

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

Stick to the green hills and don't relax, the roots are originally in the broken rocks!

After finishing the two sentences, the expressions of the Manchu officials changed. No matter what their standpoints are, and what interests are behind them, but they can wear official uniforms, and their knowledge is high, and they can see the excellence of these two poems at a glance.

"Wonderful, in just two sentences, the green bamboo standing upright and breaking the rock is vividly described."

"Extremely! Especially the word 'decide' at the beginning, which is particularly expressive. This is not about softness, but fortitude."

"More than that, think about it deeply. Since His Majesty ascended the throne, our human race has been on the defensive against the barbarians. There were three bloody battles in Wanren City, and millions of soldiers fought to the death. Let's see how appropriate the word "determined" is."

The smile on Wan Budong's face froze slightly, and then he said lightly: "Wan Anbo is really talented in literature, but he is just a soldier, and the gift of poems is so bloody, I'm afraid it will be bad luck!"

Chen Luo Bai glanced at Wan Bu Bu, dipped in the ink again, and wrote the following two sentences——

Thousands of blows are still tenacious, let the wind from east to west, north and south!

After finishing the two poems, I saw the paper on which the words were written shake suddenly, and a hurricane blew up out of thin air in the Changming Palace, blowing directly to the soul. Immediately, some officials wanted to release their awe-inspiring righteousness to resist. At this moment, standing in the ranks of officials In the forefront, the old man with a red sun on his chest and a Golden Crow opened his closed eyes, and said in a low voice: "Don't resist. This is the wind of pure heart, be baptized by this wind, and wait for Yueshu Shandu to learn." The sea general is less distracted and confused! The master's peak can increase the chance of being promoted to a great Confucianism by 10%, and there is also a bonus for a great Confucian."

Hearing this, all the officials immediately dissipated their arrogance and righteousness. Enduring the ravages of the strange wind, Chen Luo looked around for a week. In the entire hall, there were only Wen Xiang, the military minister, the political minister who spoke just now, and the law minister standing in the corner. And Ye Heng on the throne is not affected.

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

"Lao Yan, don't bother you, I can take it myself!"

"Stop talking nonsense, this is a rare honest poem. I am in charge of Tian Tian's Wenyun in Wenchang Pavilion, and the original manuscript should be kept in Wenchang Pavilion!"

"Yan Laizi, are you playing a rogue with me? Look at the title, "Gift to the military minister! Are you the military minister or I am the military minister!"

"I want to be a soldier, just a word!"

Just as the political minister was about to raise his legs, 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 was immediately closed, but his eyes looking at Chen Luo became even hotter.

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: "Boy Chen, you old man of Zhuang Xingshi accepted it on behalf of the northern soldiers!" After speaking, his whole body was shocked, and he flicked Yan Baichuan's hand away, grabbed the manuscript into his hand, and turned towards Ye Heng arched his cupped hands: "Your Majesty, the military affairs are complicated, and the veterans will go down first to prepare!"

After finishing speaking, he winked at Chen Luo, and said via voice transmission: "Your boy suits my taste, let's talk about it later!"

Before the voice transmission finished listening, the whole person had disappeared!

Yan Baichuan frowned slightly, but seeing that everyone was already awake, he couldn't say anything more, so he said lightly: "Everyone often read this poem, and the effect of purifying the mind is still there!"

At this time, a voice sounded in the Wenchang Pavilion: "Thank you Wan Anbo for the poem!"

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

All the officials of Wenchang Pavilion immediately saluted at the same time: "Thank you Wan Anbo for the poem!"

All the officials in the palace followed suit and said, "Thank you Wan Anbo for the poem!"

Wan Bufei was sweating profusely, and the smile on his face almost froze. After everyone thanked him, he got up again and returned to his original state, and said: "Wan Anbo is really talented. I didn't expect this officer to have a sudden whim today. Congratulations on the birth of such a poem handed down from generation to generation!"

After Wan Budong finished speaking, he turned his head and glanced at the officials of the Ministry of Rituals. Everyone understood, and quickly said in unison: "Yes, yes, it's really gratifying."

"One thought of Wan Shilang unexpectedly gave birth to a poem of honesty. It is really a good story."

"Wan Shilang has the eyes to recognize talent, and Wan Anbo's poem as a gift to the military commander should be a big one!"

"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 Present the Soldiers to Bingfa Wanren City""

"Exactly, I just felt that something was missing, it turned out to be here!"

...

At this moment in the court hall, all the officials listened to the officials from the Ministry of Rites who seemed to be whispering, but in fact the discussions were heard everywhere. The officials in the main hall looked embarrassed, while the officials in the Wenchang Pavilion showed contempt.

Ye Heng rubbed his temple helplessly, he was too familiar with this kind of scene.

Readers! It's still from the Ministry of Rites!

He is best at talking about things in his mouth.

It's just that it's inconvenient for him or the four prime ministers to end.

Without him, it's a shame!

But how can Wei Yan bear this tone, after bullying the little uncle, he still wants to get a name?

Wei Yan's forehead was bulging with veins, and he was about to rush forward, but Chen Luo grabbed him.

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 Bu Bu, imitating Wan Bu Bu and putting on a smiling face: "This time, I would like to thank Master Wan for recommending this poem to come out! I just happen to have a poem that I want to give to Master Wan and all the adults in the Ministry of Rites!" ,

Wan Bufei had a bad feeling in his heart, and was about to refuse, but heard Ye Heng say: "Chen Qing's family, tell me quickly."

Chen Luo waved away the eunuchs who came forward to serve the pen and ink, and said, "It's raining heavily today when I go to court. Just after the rain stopped, I heard the high-spirited speeches from the officials of the Ministry of Rites, and I have a poem in my heart."

"The wind drives the rain and sprinkles the high city, and the clouds press down lightly and the thunder makes the sound of the earth."

"After the rain, I don't know where the dragon is. A pool of grass is full of frogs."

All the officials in the court were stunned. Although this poem is not as good as the previous one, it is also very literary. Everyone seemed to have seen the dragon clan flying clouds and spreading rain just now, and then the dragon clan left, and the grass was green and the green frogs were singing, and they looked full of vitality.

"A good poem. At the beginning, the wind was high and the rain was rushing, the lightning flashed and the thunder rumbled, and then the dragons went away and the frogs croaked. The spring was green and the grass was green. It had the artistic conception of 'thousands of trees in front of the sick tree'!" someone commented.

Wen Xiang smiled slightly, but Zheng Xiang had a gloomy expression.

At this time, Xiao Shiyuan also muttered in a low voice that everyone could hear: "It's the artistic conception that is right. However, in relation to the scene here, it might be better to say that the wind stopped and the rain stopped, and a group of frogs felt that they were again okay……"

Everyone was taken aback, and they couldn't help smiling when they thought of the scene where the officials of the Ministry of Rites were trying to share Chen Luo's name.

"Extremely extreme, just now I really 'listen to the sound of frogs'..."

"Frog Crying Ritual Department, if you can't do it, you have to do it..."

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

The supervisory officials who had been quiet all along looked at their noses and minds, just like Faxiang, as if they hadn't heard anything.

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

Wan Bufei'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 Anbo for the poem!"

Chen Luo smiled heartily: "You're welcome!"