The Emperor's Son-in-Law

This poem is Su Shi's Niannujiao.

The great river goes eastward, and the waves are swept away, and there are romantic figures throughout the ages.

On the west side of the fortress, the humane road is Chibi, the Lang of the Zhou Dynasty of the Three Kingdoms.

Rocks pierced through the sky, stormy waves crashed onto the shore, and thousands of piles of snow were rolled up.

The country is picturesque, and there are so many heroes at one time...

However, Duan Chun knew very well that in the era he was living in now, there was no Three Kingdoms at all.

There is no Zhou Lang.

In the second half of the poem, many historical figures do not exist in this era.

Therefore, although this poem fits the picture very well, Duan Chun also knows that it cannot be used.

Looking at the pictures, he couldn't help but feel speechless.

Some of the peerless poems that Duan Chun knew were not unable to adapt to the situation.

There are a lot of place names and people's names in the poems, which he couldn't modify with his literary talent.

Standing there, Duan Chun squinted his eyes and read all the poems he knew.

I thought about it all carefully in my mind...

"Your Majesty, this is the painting of Northern Xia Taishi."

"Do you understand his genius?"

Du Wanqing's voice sounded again.

"Oh, Mr. Du, what is the subtlety of this painting?"

Duan Chun asked curiously.

"The most exquisite thing about this painting."

“It’s not about the scenery, it’s about the scribe.”

"It doesn't matter what a scribe looks like, the most important thing is..."

"In his eyes!"

Du Wanqing stared at the painting and said calmly.

"His eyes?"

Duan Chun curiously followed his reminder and looked at the long picture carefully.

The lone scribe's figure on that lonely boat.

Sure enough, I found that this scribe's eyes were not looking at the scenery on both sides of the Taiwan Strait.

Instead, he looked sideways at the sky...

"That old guy."

"As expected, my mind is still not on the painting."

"But I'm thinking about other things!"

Du Wanqing said coldly.

"Master Du, do you know this Northern Xia Grand Master very well?"

Duan Chun asked curiously.

"Of course I know him."

"This old guy was originally the prime minister of the Dasheng Dynasty."

"It's just because of the turmoil in the court a few years ago that he was dismissed and went to the north."

"Became the master of the governor of a town."

"So I took advantage of the civil strife in the Dasheng Empire to support the Grand Governor to raise his troops to rebel."

"This is how the Northern Xia Empire came into being, and he became the Grand Master of Northern Xia."

Du Wanqing said.

"Then he can be considered a heroic talent."

Only then did Duan Chun understand Du Wanqing's reminder.

Looking carefully, I vaguely saw the middle-aged scribe on the boat in the picture.

As expected, his eyes were looking towards the sky, seeming to be telling him about his ambition!

"Young Master understands."

Du Wanqing smiled slightly and looked at Duan Chun with a brighter look.

"I understand."

"This Northern Xia master wants to unify the Central Plains."

"He seems to be a little more ambitious than the Emperor of Northern Xia."

Duan Chun nodded and said.

"Without him, Bei Xia would not exist at all."

"The emperor of Northern Xia just wants to live in a corner, but only this grand master's heart is as high as the sky."

Du Wanqing said with satisfaction.

"But such a person draws such a painting."

"How do I ask people to put poems into words?"

Duan Chun frowned.

"No one can match this painting with the corresponding poems."

"Unless it's a masterpiece that will last forever."

"Only by surrendering to the owner of the painting and the artistic conception of the painting."

"You can't compose poetry based on his paintings."

"It's a pity that I don't have this talent."

"Nowadays, in Jing'an Palace, there is no great talent who can write this kind of poetry."

"There is no need to watch this competition anymore."

Du Wanqing sighed.

"Master Du, what do you mean?"

“There’s no need to write poetry that fits the painting.”

"As long as the poems are overbearing enough?"

Duan Chun's heart lit up.

He searched for the right poem in his mind.

Now I understand that if I want to find a suitable poem, I have been fooled by the owner of the painting.

Because the poems must be written on paper and handed over to the Northern Xia envoy who will preside over the competition.

It was up to the Northern Xia envoys to judge whether the poems were qualified to be written on the scroll.

The Grand Master of Northern Xia must have something to say to these envoys.

The conditions were also handed over to these messengers. After all, this was a competition.

There must be a final answer...

"Master Du, I just thought of a poem."

"It's just that the handwriting below is a little bad."

"I would like to ask Mr. Du to do me a favor and write this poem on paper and give it to them."

Duan Chun turned his eyes and whispered in Du Wanqing's ear.

"Young Master, have you come up with poems now?"

Du Wanqing looked at him in surprise.

"Yeah, I just don't know if it will work."

"Master Du, help me write it out and give it to them."

"Let them judge for themselves."

"I have other things to do, so I don't have time to waste here."

Duan Chun nodded.

"Okay, this is a small favor."

"The official is willing to help the young master."

Du Wanqing nodded curiously.

"Then let's go try."

Duan Chun immediately led Du Wanqing into the crowd.

Du Wanqing picked up the brush from the desk and looked back at Duan Chun.

"Master Du, I say something and you write something."

"But I have a merciless request."

"Please also ask Mr. Du to agree in advance."

Duan Chun blinked and smiled.

"Young Master, what else do you have in mind?"

Du Wanqing asked in confusion.

"My request is simple."

"After the poem is written later."

"Whether it's good or bad, please help me keep it secret, Mr. Du."

"Just say you wrote this poem."

"Never say my name."

"I don't want to cause too much trouble."

Duan Chun said softly.

"Why?"

Du Wanqing asked with wide eyes and confusion.

"I am young and have little talent and little knowledge."

"The more famous you become, the more trivial matters you will have to deal with."

"It will also bring more trouble to my father."

Duan Chun shook his head.

"Young Master, what are you talking about?"

"You knew this poem would definitely become famous?"

Du Wanqing looked at him as if he were a fool.

"Master Du, we have made an agreement."

"It's starting..."

Duan Chun no longer talked nonsense with him, since he only needed to write a poem that was domineering and could reveal his mood.

He can easily find a masterpiece that will never be forgotten!

“I don’t see you, the water of the long river comes up from the sky and rushes to the sea never to return.”

Duan Chun said.

Du Wanqing was ready to continue asking, but after hearing this first line of poetry.

Then he quickly turned around and started writing on the paper table...

"If you don't see it, the water of the Yellow River will come up from the sky and rush to the sea never to return."

"Don't you see, the bright mirror in the high hall has sad white hair, and it looks like blue silk in the morning and turns to snow in the evening."

"If you are happy in life, you must have all the joy, and don't let the golden cup stand empty against the moon."

"I am born with talents that will be useful, and I will come back after all the money I have spent."

"If you enjoy cooking sheep and slaughtering cattle, you will have to drink three hundred cups at a time."

"Old Master, Mr. Du, please don't stop drinking when you drink."

"Sing a song with you, please listen to it for me."

"The bells, drums, delicacies and jade are not expensive, but I hope I will never wake up after being drunk for a long time."

"In ancient times, all the sages were lonely, but only the drinkers left their names."

"In the past, the royal court had banquets and banquets, and there were thousands of banquets and banquets."

"What does the master say about having little money? It's up to you to decide what to sell."

"The five-flowered horse and the golden coat will exchange for fine wine, and I will sell the eternal sorrow with you!"

…

Don’t you want to point out the country?

I will drink you nearly as much as you want...