The prince is very fierce

The sun was rising, and there were two rounds of singing and dancing. The high-ranking lords who were qualified to attend the banquet also arrived at the Chengqing Hall. The maids walked through with plates of exquisite dim sum dishes. Most of the officials from various houses were chatting left and right, laughing at the exchanges between the two groups of officials. War of words, occasional quotations from scriptures that were too obscure and jerky, and explanations of pensions by an old scholar, arousing praises from everyone who suddenly understood.

The central land, with a territory of thousands of miles, has stood at the top of the world for nearly a thousand years. The prosperity of civilization and martial arts has spread far and wide to the foreign races beyond the Great Wall. Until finally, all the places with accessible trade routes have elegance. Every year, the kings of small lands send envoys to ask for help. He was professed a minister and canonized, and all nations came to the court.

Of course, the honor of being the leader of all nations is not something that can be achieved just by talking about it. The three changes of dynasties in China were caused by the emperor losing the support of the people, not by foreign invasion. Da Qi, who was pushed by Su Wang Xu Lieping for the first time, and with a bunch of bereaved dogs, was able to push all the Mobei barbarians to occupy the magpie's nest. With such tyranny, how could the aliens outside the Great Wall not be afraid.

It is precisely because of these lessons learned that the successive kings of Dayue have almost strict requirements on themselves, and they have specially raised a group of officials who do nothing but find faults in front of them.

As the common people of the Middle-earth Dynasty, the plot of martial arts has been born over hundreds of years. If you can only write articles, you are not called a talent. If you can write with a pen but with martial arts, you can call a talent.

Although the courtiers present were divided into civil and military officials, compared to riding and archery among the six arts of the gentleman, military generals were not necessarily as good as the pillars of the country trained by aristocratic families such as Xiao Chuyang.

It is precisely because of this that Song Ji, who has always been steady, suddenly entertained the officials with three poems, which aroused the confusion of the officials.

The so-called "good talents" refer to the talents who are the pillars.

After all, poetry, lyrics, and poems are just minor ways. They can be used as a pastime in leisure time to cultivate the state of mind, but they are difficult to use for great purposes. A person's talent should be used to stabilize the country. What kind of talent is it to write a few poems? Is it worthy to invite all the civil and military officials to listen attentively?

Of course, not all the guests present paid attention to this. Most of the ministers with lower official positions still had the idea of ​​coming over for a meal and going back to brag to their colleagues.

In the corner of the Chengqing Hall, behind a huge column carved with auspicious animals, there are several rows of desks and desks. A group of officials who are neither high nor low are sitting here, stretching their necks to watch the movements of the giants in the court. These are all It's something to brag about after returning home. When the time comes, I'll say, 'When I had dinner with Mr. Xiao, Mr. Xiao said...' and so on. It's impressive just thinking about it.

Among these people, Gongsun Ming, the captain of the capital of Jingfu, was the most attentive. He sat upright with his son Gongsun Lu, listening to the conversation of the court officials in front of him, sometimes nodding and sometimes shaking his head. Although there was a pillar blocking half of his face from far away, he was blocking the way. Gongsun and his son could not help but be enthusiastic about participating.

Gongsun Lu was considered a figure in Dayefang, but when he arrived at Chengqing Hall, he was not even a fart. He was still nervous at this time and whispered: "Dad, the Minister of War is over there, should we go over and toast? "

Gongsun Ming's face darkened: "Be honest with me. Who dares to touch the cup before His Majesty is seated? I will remember it later. If the adults in front raise their glasses, we will do so. If the adults laugh, we will laugh. If we dare to touch it at other times, Break three of your legs..."

Gongsun Lu nodded and thought for a moment: "I heard that a case happened outside the city last night..."

"Shut up, what case is more important than having dinner with the Holy Father?... Get up quickly, Eunuch Jia is out..."

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"The Holy One has arrived!"

The rich male duck voice spread throughout the Chengqing Hall, and Eunuch Jia, dressed in red robes, slowly walked out of the side hall with a fly whisk in hand.

All the male and female guests in the audience stopped talking at the same time, stood up and saluted to greet him.

Song Ji strode out of the side hall and sat down behind the table above. Before Jia Gong could speak publicly, he raised his hand:

"Okay, there is no need to bow to the guests at today's banquet. Please sit down."

"Thank you, Your Majesty!"

Hundreds of guests sat down again, and the Nuo Da palace was silent. Xiao Chuyang and others looked up, waiting for Song Ji's words.

It was not a court meeting. Song Ji's expression was relatively easy-going. He looked down at the hall and said:

"Today's banquet is because the New Year is approaching. Although Shu has suffered a severe drought for two years, it has abundant resources under the rule of King Shu. King Su also transported grain from Qinzhou to meet urgent needs. It snowed in Shu a few days ago. I want to come. It’s no longer a problem…”

Many courtiers nodded slowly, this reason was pretty much the same.

The Crown Prince of Shu, who was sitting among the princes and princes, bowed slightly at this time. There was an empty seat next to the Crown Princes of the six vassal princes. It was needless to say who it was for.

There are many dignitaries in Chang'an City, and there are always some who are absent on leave. It is impossible for Song Ji to pay attention to them all, and continued:

"Secondly, last night, I went through the poetry manuscripts sent from the city and found three poems, which seemed to have been written by one person. They are all masterpieces that are rare to see in a hundred years. I was filled with emotions after reading them, and it was inevitable that I would stay up all night. I wanted to tell them about him entering the palace. , but there is no name on the poem manuscript, so I call Zhu Aiqing here to help me find out who wrote it."

"..."

The guests in the audience were stunned for a moment and thought carefully before confirming that they had heard correctly.

That's it?

When you see three good poems and you don’t even know who wrote them, you call them ‘good talents’ and call all the civil and military officials to help find them?

Do you deserve to mobilize troops and mobilize people like this? Are the gang of hawks and dogs in the Detective Department doing nothing?

There were some whispers in the hall. Apparently some people felt that the person who wrote the poem was being praised too much.

Xiao Chuyang had been accompanying the emperor to make plans for many years, and he had some understanding of Song Ji's character. He could guess Song Ji's general intention in one sentence.

Dayue has always attached great importance to poor families, and it is a good thing to attract talents from hermits to be used by the court. Xiao Chuyang, Lu Chengan and others will not sing the opposite, and they all nodded slightly.

But the censors present did not have the vision of the prime minister. Qi Xinghan, as the leader of the censors and the "old Qi man" in the mouth of the previous emperor, could not nod his head at this time. He immediately stood up and bowed:

"Your Majesty, poetry and lyrics can cultivate your mood in your spare time, but it is difficult to be of great use. No matter how well you write, it is not worthy of the word "talent"..."

Qi Xinghan is very qualified to say this. In the past, his "Chang'an Fu" was the best in the capital. In terms of his attainments in poetry and songs, how many of the hundreds of guests present dared to make noise in front of him?

But Qi Xinghan never dared to call himself a talented person in his entire life. After entering the officialdom, he was strict with himself and never boasted about this matter, because apart from writing articles, his remaining talent was nitpicking, which was not considered ability at all, but courage.

A bunch of old pedants in the Imperial College all nodded and looked up, wanting to see how Song Ji would respond.

After listening to Qi Xinghan's long speech, Song Ji raised his hand and gestured:

"Eunuch Qi's attainments in poetry are obvious to all, and he can distinguish the merits and shortcomings of the poems better than I can. Why don't you take a look at these three poems first, and then say whether they are worthy of the word "talent". "

Eunuch Jia held a tray with a poem on it and walked down the steps slowly.

The civil and military officials were also attracted by the words of the emperor, and they all looked forward to it.

After all, Song Ji is not a mediocre king. He is so confident in talking and laughing, and he doesn't look unsure.

If Qi Xinghan just said that poetry is not worth mentioning, and after reading it, he was speechless and said "talent", wouldn't the poet be praised to the sky! ?

As the ministers' minds turned quickly, Song Yufu, who was sitting among the female guests, shrank her neck, lowered her head and looked at the hem of her skirt, and was about to cry anxiously...