Chapter 241: The excitement of the crowd

Wang Ping'an tidied up and appeared again. He walked slowly to the middle of the field. He took a deep breath and looked at Fang Xuanling, thinking to himself: "The questions your son has made have not stumped me. Now you are the one who is my game. Let's stop humming anymore! Come on, if you have any tricks, I will continue even if you use them!"

Li Shimin did not plan to make any further questions about this poem, but Wang Ping'an didn't know that he was standing in the venue, waiting for the question to be drawn. The others in the garden were also waiting for the emperor to give a question, or if someone else gave a question to be drawn, no one expected that Li Shimin meant to let Wang Ping'an do whatever he wanted!

Fang Xuanling looked at the emperor and saw the emperor frowning, he thought to himself: "It seems that the emperor is anxious. We all came here today, not by the scholars' poems, but by purpose, but it was not too late, but the main topic has not been mentioned. This is not enough, it is a waste of time!"

Fang Xuanling cares a lot about how others view Fang Yiai and the princess, but as the prime minister, he puts the country first in everything. If family affairs and state affairs conflict, he will give up his concerns about family affairs as soon as possible and choose state affairs.

He is the prime minister. He has the heart to tolerate others laughing at family affairs, and he also has the courage to cut the mess quickly and get straight to the point!

Seeing that the emperor did not speak, Fang Xuanling turned around, nodded at Wang Ping'an, and said, "This is the fourth poem you are going to do today, it is difficult for you. This time I will give you a simple title. Then use the Snow Mountain and Loulan as the title to express my Han family's determination to go to the Western Regions!"

As soon as his title came out, Wang Ping'an was shocked. It seemed that this poetry and prose conference was really about the Turks. It was obviously a disguised mobilization. At the same time, it announced to the world that the Tang army was about to expedition to the Turks!

He didn't know what happened in the court. He could know some of the general direction of history, but he could not guess the specific details no matter what. But one thing he could grasp is to write poetry. Since he wanted to write poems about wars outside the frontier, there was no doubt that he would be elected as a frontier poem!

As soon as Fang Xuanling's title came out, Li Shimin praised it in his heart. The prime minister is the prime minister. The country is the priority in everything. He doesn't care what others will say about him. It's very good. The prime minister should be an example for the ministers!

All civil and military officials also nodded. They all knew the real situation. Fang Xuanling asked this question not to make it difficult for Wang Ping'an, but to bring the topic to state affairs. This is the correct way to do it, and it is understandable!

Chu Suiliang whispered to Changsun Wuji: "Mr. Wuji, if you are on the stage at this time, there will be embarrassing things like before. Will you do the same thing as Brother Fang?"

Changsun Wuji nodded and nodded slowly. He must have done this, turned to ask Chu Suiliang, and said, "Where are you, will you do this?"

Chu Suiliang smiled and said, "I won't go up at all!" After a pause, he said, "If you take it seriously, I will naturally do whatever you do!"

The civil and military officials had one idea, but the scholars below had another idea!

The old prime minister Fang personally gave the title, and it was Xueshan and Loulan. On the surface, the same topics were easy to do, but that was for others. For example, after Wang Ping'an finished his first poem about the Western Regions, the scholars on the sidelines could think about it themselves. If they had different ideas, they would naturally make different poems under the same topic. The difference was only the level!

For the same person, as long as you give this person enough time to think about the same topic, the second poem has a great possibility, which is better than the previous poem, but the key lies in this time. There is not enough time now. How good was Wang Ping'an doing the previous poem? If you don't defeat Loulan, you will never return it. It is not easy to make a poem of the same level, let alone now you are temporarily informing me, and you can make another poem!

Due to time, even if Wang Ping'an is quick to think, it is difficult, and it can even be said to be impossible. It is impossible to write poems of the same level. As long as the next poem is not as good as the previous poem, it is impossible to be embarrassed, because everyone knows that his level is high enough, but his admiration for him will inevitably decline. I will no longer think that his talent is very, very high!

Everything in the world can stop when you see it, but when you see it today, they just don’t let him accept it. Who can do anything?

Outside the garden, Qiu Tingxuan said in frustration: "It was me who was not sick. This time he was completely embarrassed. The old prime minister of Fang was so powerful that he did not give new questions, but repeated the old questions. It is rare in the world who can write four poems a day, and it is not easy to preserve the fourth poem at the same level as the first poem! "

Ma Mingmei was also very depressed. She wanted to help Wang Ping'an, but she didn't want to be a harm to him. She was really meant to do something bad. She looked at the water gate and thought to herself: "The level is water again. Could it be that Wang Ping'an's birth date and horoscope is wrong? If he is wrong, would he be better? Since he is wrong, should I turn off the water gate and there is no water anymore?

Wang Ping'an has a temper, no matter how gentle his personality is, he doesn't want to endure it anymore. The two of them in the Fang family go into battle together, not picking others, but choosing themselves. Isn't this bullying? It seems that I have to learn Liangliang, which shocks you and let you know that the ink in my Wang Ping'an's belly is more than mung bean soup!

This time he stopped spinning around, just pretended to think for a moment, and then opened his mouth to start writing poems.

The musician on the sidelines quickly started playing Sizhu again and dubbed him! Sizhu played a slow and peaceful music, which was conducive to the poet's thinking, and was a small help to Wang Ping'an!

I heard Wang Ping'an say, "In May, the snow in the mountains is snowy, there are no flowers but only cold. I heard the willows in the flute, but I have never seen the spring scenery."

When I heard the word "flute" in the poem, a musician immediately picked up the flute and put it in his mouth to blow it. The tune was melodious, but it was still a slow song!

Wang Ping'an said again: "Fighting in the morning, follow the golden drum, sleeping in the night, holding the jade saddle."

There are golden drums and jade saddles in the poem, and the word "war" is also the word "war". Other musicians also picked up the instruments and played them, speeding up the rhythm and making the song majestic!

But before the song could fully show the scene on the battlefield, Wang Ping'an raised his hand with one hand, waved it down, and shouted: "I hope to cut the sword down my waist and kill Loulan."

Before the song ends, the poem is finished first!

Just as he finished reciting "Zhi Yao Zhu Loulan", the song was playing to the climax, with a thrilling tune, and several of the drums were beaten like thousands of horses galloping, interpreting the warriors on the battlefield to the fullest!

With the passionate music and the intense verses, everyone in the garden became excited and a picture appeared in their minds!

King Loulan was greedy and repeatedly violated the power of the Han Dynasty. The brave envoy of the Han Dynasty carried the emperor's edict to the desert and held King Loulan accountable. Seeing that King Loulan still refused to submit to the Heavenly Dynasty, he immediately drew his sword, cut off the head of King Loulan, and took it back to Chang'an!

What a majesty, what a heroic spirit!

The drums were still excited, and the scholars were excited. Some of them slapped their hands and shouted: "Those who violated the powerful Han Dynasty in their wise direction will be punished even if they are far away. We should follow the example of the ancients and defeat the barbarians thousands of miles away!"

Some even shouted: "I wish to cut the sword down my waist and kill Loulan! Okay, from now on, I will be a sword and will never be removed for the rest of my life!"

OK, OK, OK!

Everyone in the garden applauded and praised them all!

Li Shimin also beat the case with his palm and shouted: "Okay, my Han family should have this courage, and fame will be taken immediately. You should use this as an encouragement to create the prosperous era of the Tang Dynasty together!"

As soon as the emperor spoke, the scholars became even more excited and shouted: "Famous and famous tyrants will be taken immediately, kill the barbarians and barbarians!"

All civil and military officials were also full of excitement. Wang Ping'an is good. He can do whatever poem he asked him to do and what effect he could achieve... It was not that he had arranged it in advance, right? No wonder he kept asking him to write poems, it turned out that it was like this!

Some ministers looked at Fang Xuanling and thought to themselves: "Old house, you are not interested enough. Since it was arranged in advance, why don't you tell us? Wang Ping'an can write poems and arranged in advance, so let him do it hard. Why do you two men and women swing their arms and go up to beat the drums? It's very interesting in the hot weather!

All the flower sheds in the garden were filled with excitement. Even the flower sheds of the messengers began to applaud after the initial silence!

Why did the messengers not speak out at the beginning? It was because they were angry! You Tang people looked down on others too much, right? How could this be like this? Isn’t this scolding the bald man in front of a monk? You usually call us barbarians and barbarians, that’s fine. Anyway, they call us behind the scenes. We can pretend not to hear them, but you can’t call us in person! This is not obvious, you don’t treat us as humans at all!

Some messengers were very willing to find a way for themselves and asked in a pretended incomprehensible manner: "Which is the Huns in Wang Ping'an's poem?"

Some messengers said angrily: "I'm talking about Loulan people... Hey, ah! Yes, yes, yes, the Huns!"

"Ah, the Huns are barbarians, and they are barbarians! I was shocked just now and thought they were scolding us... and scolding you. I think you are quite honest and have not offended anyone!" said the previous messenger.

Other messengers said angrily: "How are you talking? Who are you scolding? They scolded the Huns. The places where the Huns lived in the past are now Turkic people. Even if they scold them, they will scold them. Why did they get along with us? It has nothing to do with us!"

Ah, this time the messengers all understood that the taste was coming. They were scolding the Turks, and the Turks were barbarians. We were not, so what did it have to do with us!

Since there is nothing to do with it, then applaud and cheer! Good poems, if you kill well, you should be like this method of killing the barbarians...

Fang Xuanling breathed a sigh of relief, and rushed from afar to Wang Ping'an, who had not yet retreated, and gave a thumbs up! Wang Ping'an, good, I admire you very much!

He glanced at the yelling messengers again, thinking to himself: "It is natural for me, the people of the Tang Dynasty to applaud, but you can also applaud... OK, aren't you cheering, then don't be polite about the following matters!"
Chapter completed!